"Trouble?"

"Oh, the sun is on it, it's a word that has made my ears calloused!"

Looking at Kael'thas with a solemn expression, Old Tang spread his hands and put on a self-mocking look, and replied nonchalantly:

"When have you not been in trouble since I picked up arms in the first battle?"

"Whether it's me asking for trouble or being approached, when am I not in trouble?"

After a pause, Old Tang took out a hot sand consortium cigar, took a deep breath, and complained to the elf prince in a mocking tone:

"Like now, my first child will be born in a few months. But I couldn't even enjoy this last time when I could relax and relax. Instead, it's going to take the trouble to deal with the Kurtilas navy that has crossed the ocean to wage a stupid war! ”

"Oh, may Mother Earth show me...... Is there an end to such days? ”

……

Just like what Lao Tang complained, after the crossing, Lao Tang almost became an inseparable "good friend" with the word trouble......

From the moment he took up his weapon at the time of crossing, Old Tang began to fight for his life against the centaurs of the Desolate Land; finally broke the encirclement and interception of the centaurs, and led the Minotaur clan to complete the epic migration, but in a blink of an eye, he offended the "evil neighbor" of the wild boar people;

And the wild boar people who had just settled those brainless boars, but in the process of traveling to the Eastern Kingdom to relax, Lao Tang, who was not strong enough to protect himself at that time, was inexplicably on the blacklist of MI7, and was even invited to drink tea by the Lord of Time, Second Master Nuo......

Well, these are not strictly speaking, this is not a big trouble, but the next few things are undoubtedly equivalent to making Old Tang pin his head to the waistband of his trousers......

In Quel'Thalas, he had just fought the Undead Scourge, but it didn't take long for him to turn around and fight the Burning Legion again in the Holy Mountain of Hyjal.

Not to mention the greatest casualties and sacrifices paid by the soldiers of the Dragon Wrestling Legion since its establishment, even Old Tang himself had to drink the "Demon Blood Brand Stimulant" with huge side effects in order to survive the current difficulties. With less than hero-level strength, play heartbeat with Akmund......

Finally, after paying a huge sacrifice that included the fall of a powerful demigod and the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of elite forces of various races, the coalition finally relied on the wrath of nature that the Night Elves gave up their eternal lives to use as a weight to overthrow the powerful "polluter" Akmund.

But the old Tang who should have breathed a sigh of relief. But he had to rein in his mind and try his best to deal with the demonic blood that lurked in his body and could break out at any time. In any case, Don didn't want to be isolated like the orc god of war Grom*hell roaring, lest he bring disaster to his people......

Finally, the sun "gave up" to the grace, allowing Lao Tang to gradually suppress and dispel the demonic blood in his body with the help of the light and scorching heat of the sun's power, but the news of God's fatherhood was like a "thunderbolt from the sky" that made Lao Tang thunder on the outside and tender on the inside......

But when Lao Tang finally adjusted his mentality, he was ready to be a competent good father and husband. When turning trouble into joy, it is a pity that trouble is still unwilling to give up Lao Tang, a "good friend", just like a lover in a time of intense love and affection.

The Kul Tiras Navy, the "Cheng Biting Gold" who came out halfway, jumped out to make trouble when the Kalimdor tribes were busy recuperating and licking their wounds...... Oh my God, who knows why I didn't see these guys so enthusiastic when I fought against the Burning Legion before?

……

"If there really is a goddess of luck and a goddess of bad luck in this world, then I must have slept with the goddess of luck and abandoned it. turned his head and lingered with the goddess of doom, making it hot...... Otherwise, why is Luck so spurned on me. And bad luck and trouble favor me? ”

Old Tang didn't care about the solemn face of the elf prince opposite, and laughed and complained about himself. But until half a day passed, Kael'thas still didn't look forward to the sun and sneered at him, taking advantage of the situation to hurt Old Tang a few words, which really made Old Tang feel surprised and embarrassed.

The atmosphere in the secret room was also solemn and depressed for a while......

"Well, you won, Kaiko!" Shrugging his shoulders, Old Tang reluctantly raised his hands to make a surrender form, and his unwilling words broke the oppressive atmosphere in the secret room: "Anyway, now I am immune to the word trouble......

"Say it. What is it about the trouble that makes you so worried? ”

leisurely spit out a smoke ring, and Old Tang said a joke with a "serious" expression:

"Tell me what you're not happy about, and make me happy...... The ruined ruins of Lordaeron have long since ceased to be the magnificence and bustle of the seven kingdoms of mankind.

The ruined city was as quiet as a ghost. Except for the faint grunt of a few ghouls tearing corpses and swallowing flesh between the broken walls, the former king of Lordaeron was dead silent......

The walls and buildings were filled with the blood of the people of Lordaeron who had been sprinkled on the slaughter that would have brought pity to even the most ruthless gods.

It's just that the hot blood that used to be hot has long since turned dark and purple.

Only the disgusting smell seems to be silently narrating to the world, and the stories and tragedies that have happened here are tragic, tragic, sad, or frightening.

The once spotlessly clean streets are now overgrown with moss and mutated weeds. The filthy stone pavement was littered with gnawed human bones with no visible minced flesh, and in the dark, gloomy corners there were even a few "fairly intact" corpses.

Rotten, cystic, foul-smelling, unhuman-shaped...... Those who were "lucky" escaped the corpses eaten by the undead, but they still couldn't resist the power of time. The fate that awaits them is no better than being the food of the dead. Because, too, the foul smell attracts other, even smaller scavengers......

"Buzz~"

Like a muffled thunder from afar, a large area of red-headed flies, which seemed to be much larger than their counterparts elsewhere, flew away from the surface of a corpse like a small dark cloud.

The corpse, which had been devastated by months of wind and sun, was completely decomposed, and the stench was terrible. It is impossible to distinguish the gender, age, and appearance of the corpse before its death...... All that was left was the metal armor that had been mottled and rusted on the corpse, which seemed to indicate that the owner of the corpse might have been a heroic Lordaeron soldier during his lifetime......

There were only two large and terrifying holes left in the corpse's eye sockets, but the eyeballs had long since disappeared, and it was unknown what kind of creature had become a meal in the belly. A few maggots with white flowers. is standing up with a round fat body, lazily drilling in and out of the corpse's mouth, nose and eye sockets......

These disgusting creatures, most likely enhanced by the undead plague, have also mutated. Not only is it bigger, but even the face of the worm has been replaced by a large mouth full of fine and sharp teeth, and the terrifying and disgusting insect mouth is now slowly gnawing on the rotting and foul-smelling minced meat on the corpse.

A huge mouse with shiny skin also discovered this "delicious meal". Scarlet eyes cautiously surveyed their surroundings. After a while, the black-haired mouse swooped out, grabbed a fat maggot, chewed and swallowed.

It's a pity that the ruins of Lordaeron at this moment are already the world of the undead. No living creature or living creature can avoid those ubiquitous "predators", and it is inevitable that they will become the food of the undead.

Even rats are no exception......

A ghoul finally finds tonight's dinner after some searching.

With a swoop, the agile ghoul had already swooped down from the low houses on the left side of the eerie alley, slapping the black-haired mouse that had been acting as a predator for a while. In the panicked and frightened squeak of the rat, he threw it into his mouth and chewed it vigorously.

Blood splattered and dripped from the ghoul's mouth as teeth and bones collided. The black-haired rat died and became someone else's meal. The ghoul, on the other hand, let out a whimper of contentment, lowered his head and feasted on the rotting and foul-smelling corpse

……

A tall figure with a bow on his back and a black leather armor quietly watched this terrifying and disgusting scene unmoved.

Under the black cloak, the originally pretty and charming face of "Her Majesty the Queen" was as cold as ice, and she didn't even have the slightest expression.

It was cruel and disgusting, enough to make any living person who saw such a scene vomit bile, but it could not touch the current Sylvanas* Windrunner. Mercy and pain. disgust and nausea...... These feelings that should have surfaced in my heart are not at all traced at this moment.

This disgusting scene in front of me has been staged countless times in the past six months or so.

From the tremor at the beginning, to the insensitivity now......

She, Sylvanas* Windrunner, was once a Ranger General and now the Banshee King....... and was accustomed to killing and dying.

On the bright side, he was bored and ordered to patrol the territory of the undead scourge. In fact, Sylvanas was carefully observing the surrounding Qiqi all the time, thinking about how to get revenge!

Yes, revenge!

The current "Queen Xià" is no longer alive, unable to disobey the will of the Lich King, let alone the order of the butcher who turned her into this new form.

But Sylvanas Windranger has a will of its own.

For some reason, Arthas did not break her will. He did this to everyone else, why did she seem to be the only one who didn't completely submit to him?

Is it because of her own strength? Or does he take pleasure in this torture?

As a Dark Ranger, she may never know. But if Arthas took pleasure in letting her have free will...... Then Sylvanas will swear by the surname of Windranger that she will have the last laugh!

Her Majesty had already made a vow to herself in her heart to repay the pain that Arthas had inflicted on her tenfold!

And Sylvanas* Windrunner has always kept his promises. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Biqu Ge www.biquge.info...... Vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. )Q