As the sun slowly rises, the turbulent Azeroth ushers in a new day.

Today's keel wilderness seems to be a rare good weather.

The wind and snow stopped, the fog dissipated, and the sky brightened.

By this rare sunlight, on the white ice field in the distance, a majestic tower that seemed to exist vaguely revealed its general outline of towering into the clouds, looming in the sight of the slowly advancing Good* Terror Totem.

"Well, it's a little more spectacular than I thought......"

Tightening his grip on the bone-made spear that looked a little rough from the improvised zuò—made from the ribs of a fallen frost dragon—the Overseer from Thunder Bluff rubbed his brow slightly, wiped the snow off his brow, and withdrew his gaze from his destination in a muttering to himself.

The weapons and equipment that Gude has at hand now are simply weak and pitiful.

Aside from the bone spear in his hand, which he didn't know how useful it would be, the majestic body of the Minotaur Overseer was covered only by a thick white bearskin cloak. The cloak was neither tanned nor carefully cleaned, more like it had just been ripped off the carcass of some hapless ice bear, and even had a little blood left in some hidden corners. There was no armor under the cloak, and the knotted muscles were almost Good's last "armor".

The loss of the magic bag made it impossible for Goode to talk about the spare equipment and preparation methods he had prepared; The undead chasing after them on the way to escape made it extremely difficult to resupply.

With only the resources at hand, Old Tang, who had always been accustomed to arming himself to the teeth before going to the battlefield, was a clever woman who could not cook without rice this time.

Once again, he glanced at the rolling hills in front of him and the dense cedar woodlands around him, and the uneasiness in Old Tang's heart became heavier and heavier.

"I wish I was suspicious ......"

"What did you just say?" Saleuk Snowhoof. The young yak shaman who had joined the team heard Old Don's muttering. I probably thought it was some kind of inquiry or order. I couldn't help but ask out loud. "Is there any problem, Your Excellency?"

Issue?

Of course.

The blessing of the storm that has come for days.

Lao Tang, who temporarily got rid of the pursuers, and more than 100 surviving yak warriors, although they were tormented by the wolf bèi who lurked day and night in the wind and snow, but finally approached the destination safely. After nearly a week of travel, the fugitives were lucky not to encounter a large-scale undead hunt, as if the walking dead had impatiently dismantled their siege.

The second half of the entire escape was like a harsh environment of armed training and wilderness survival......

But this is exactly what Old Tang has been secretly worried about these days.

It's not the first time Goode has dealt with the Scourge Legion. When it comes to understanding the spirits of the dead, it's in Azeroth. The Minotaur Overseers are definitely one of the most senior experts. Because of this, Goode will never underestimate the persistence and patience of this old opponent......

Abandoning prey because of raging snowstorms and bad weather?

This is by no means the style of those skeletons.

Azeroth's strongest adaptability to the battlefield environment (whether it is a lack of military rations or a harsh environment, it is not a problem); It has the most cost-effective cannon fodder in Azeroth (no fear, no morale influence), and even the most forbidden troops in Azeroth (under the one-line command of the Lich and the Death Rider, there is no disconnect between the top and bottom of the Zài army and the unclear orders);

As long as the commander of this Scourge Legion has not given up the pursuit of his group, the encirclement and suppression of the Scourge will never be reversed.

And Lao Tang firmly believes that the commander of the other party who has never met will definitely not let go of his "big fish"!

It's not that Goode thinks highly of himself or feels good about himself, but judging from his current status and strength and influence in Azeroth, capturing or killing himself is definitely worth chasing down the yakmen, the elderly, the weak, the women and children who have escaped from the encirclement, and even the surplus.

Coupled with the hatred that Old Tang once teamed up with Kael'thas to send the Lich King to his first defeat on the island of Qui, Arthas's extreme and awkward personality would definitely regard that trip to the Well of the Sun as a great shame. Always thinking about washing......

Facing himself who is almost alone, he is in Northrend, the base camp of the natural disaster. Since there is a chance to keep himself here, no matter which natural disaster boss the other party's commander is, he will definitely not let it go. You might even pack yourself up and "express" yourself to the throne of that guy in Alsace at any cost...... Whether it is a captive or a corpse.

And now, the catastrophe side has strangely not taken advantage of the victory to chase and beat the "cow" that has fallen into the water, which is not magic at all!

Before figuring out the situation on the other side, Old Tang felt that no matter how cautious and suspicious he was, he couldn't be too careful.

It is conceivable that in this escape journey, the later the pursuit of the undead comes, the more prepared the other party is, the greater the battle, and the higher the danger. Therefore, it is very likely that there is a high-standard "big pit" waiting for you in front of you!

Well, repeat the same old tune!

Because it's important, it has to be repeated!

Goode's horror totem is definitely a crow's beak favored by Lady Doom!

Before Old Tang could answer the yak shaman's inquiry, the scouts' exclamations and angry shouts were heard at the end of the line......

Less than a hundred meters behind the scouts, countless rotting arms full of claws were lifting the snow and ice from the ground, then heads with phosphorus fire burning in their eye sockets and rotting flesh on their faces, then collarbones, shoulder armor, and the entire tattered upper body. Countless ghouls were crawling out of the ground one by one, shaking off the tattered ice crystals on their armor and battle robes, and they let out a terrible roar and gathered together like an overwhelming man, and for a moment the darkness in front of them was overwhelming.

At the same time, in the cedar forest on both wings, ghostly soul fires appeared in patches, and the dark blue emanating from those hollow pupils gathered together, like a blue city wall moving one after another. Large groups of skeletal archers, armed with bone longbows, emerged from the dense forest one after the other, until they gathered in a predetermined position and raised their longbows, the arrows on which reflected a faint green light. It is easy to associate with horrible words such as viruses and plagues.

It seemed like an instant. The fugitives were flanked by a complete position of longbowmen.

Hundred and ten huge, ugly stitches, abomination, brutally pushed the trees in front of them to stand in their way. Carrying bloodstained flesh hooks and sharp axes, they came out of the dense forest, loosely connecting each other in front of the skeletal archers' formation, and the ugly and hideous faces were dripping with foul-smelling saliva and saliva, all of which looked hungry and thirsty......

And that's not all!

Before everyone's exclamations fell, a "dark cloud" had already rolled over the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance from the sky, blocking half of the sky from the sunlight in an instant. The loud but venomous dragon groans were accompanied by the formidable body of a dozen frost dragons, and the black gargoyles followed closely behind with their hideous claws and fangs, and the flapping and trembling of wings on the battlefield. For a while, it sounded like thunder.

Behind him there is an army of ghouls, undead longbowmen on standby, and even an army of frost dragons and gargoyles in the sky...... The old Tang and his party, who were relaxed a moment ago, fell into a desperate situation where there was no way to enter the heavens and no way to enter the earth......

Beside Don, the young yak-man shaman Sarruch Snowhoof froze there, and several times he tried to grab the war hammer he was carrying behind him, but he couldn't. However, these crises from all sides still did not seem to attract the attention of the Minotaur Overseer, as there were worse situations that firmly caught Don's attention.

A rough estimate of the number of more than three thousand undead troops, facing Old Tang's solemn gaze, slowly but firmly set up a position on the path that Old Tang and the others must pass.

Undead swordsmen dressed in the black iron armor of Sharon were lined up one by one. Their hideous armor was clad in a navy-blue robe depicting waves, swords, and iron anchors. Without exception.

With the swing of the banners of several Death Knights, these terrifying and silent undead swordsmen took a step forward. They held palm-wide black swords in their hands. Flattened the blade, the tip of the sword touched the ground, one hand was flush with the chest to grasp the counterweight, the other hand palm up, pushed the hilt of the sword in the back, leaned forward and the sword body at a certain angle - more than 3,000 skeletons and zombie swordsmen maintained this action at the same time, and the rows of Sagang swords were lowered in turn among the snowflakes blown by the breeze, and the cold light on the blade of the sword was connected into a line, like the sharp teeth of death.

These undead swordsmen are unlike any undead scourge that Old Tang has ever seen!

They are well-trained; They are well-armed; They are not soulless flesh and blood puppets, they are still sane;

Yes!

They are like a group of Forsaken allegiance to the Lich King!

However, compared to these unique undead who have never been seen before, the death knight who is surrounded by many undead swordsmen and sitting on the bone war horse at this moment is undoubtedly more eye-catching!

If the world is night, and everyone is a little firefly in the night.

The stronger professionals, their light is like an incandescent lamp on the side of the road, enough to illuminate a small world; Weak ordinary people are like fireflies, although there are many of them, they can only flicker slightly;

And the light emitted by this death knight is undoubtedly like a firework that suddenly blooms in the dark night, not only dazzling but also eye-catching.

Even if they were far away, even if any paladin or priest did not use the magic of detecting the undead, they could easily feel the powerful pressure that constantly emanated from this death knight's body, which represented death and withering......

"Daileen Prodmoore."

Ignoring the army of undead in the sky and on the ground, the cautious old Tang slowly paced forward, and after a moment of silence, he said with a complicated expression:

"I had guessed a lot of possibilities, but I really didn't expect that the person who would come to 'greet' me in the end...... It's you. ”

The former admiral who was surrounded by a small group of Death Knights, the Scourge Lord who was now above ten thousand people under one person, also wore the armor of the hideous Death Knight, but without a helmet. The breastplate showed a pale head, a few sparse tufts of hair like weeds in the wind, and a sleazed corpse spot was now crawling on the once old and smelly face. There was a blue soul fire burning in his eyes, and there was an icy aura of death all over his body.

"Look who this is!"

Holding the reins of the skeleton war horse with one hand, and lightly pressing the hilt of the Sword of the Sea Tide, which once symbolized the supreme authority of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, with the other hand, looking at Old Tang with interest as if she had been waiting for a long time, until the corners of her stiff mouth slowly curled up with a sneering arc, and then she responded with great interest:

"The Grand Overseer of the Minotaurs, the Defender of Mount Hyjal, the Vanguard of the Scourge Resistance, and the ......" The hoarse voice gradually turned from mockery to cold, and a bitter hatred gradually permeated: "The one who turned me into the ghost I am now......"

"Goode Terror Totem."

"Long time no see!" (To be continued......)

PS: Your sister!

Finally finished writing the title of the narrow road of the enemy~~ I thought it would be written in a lifetime series...... I1292