The undead scourge is strong, and the strength is outrageous.

This kind of toughness is not to say how many top masters there are in the Scourge Legion, nor how difficult those elite troops in the Undead Scourge are, but to sigh at the number of horrors that seem to be endless.

But anyone who has fought with the Undead Scourge, it is estimated that the deepest impression left in their minds is the almost uncountable monstrous strength of the Scourge.

When witnessing the walking dead who are not tired, fearful, or painful at all, I am afraid that deep down in the heart of anyone will involuntarily give birth to a sense of powerlessness of decadence.

After all, when facing the sea of undead alone, facing the overwhelming undead cannon fodder, whether you are a hero-level master or an ordinary soldier, there is actually no difference between the final fate of the two......

The gap between life and life may end up being just a ridiculous but real numbers game...... For example, how many enemies are killed, and how long you hold on.

And even if you are not fighting alone, even if you command the thousands of troops, the numerical superiority of the Undead Scourge will still make you feel powerless and anxious.

For example, the Forsaken forces that are now surrounded by a sea of natural disasters......

From the strange information about the enemy's whereabouts brought by the scouts to this moment, Her Majesty the Queen and her Forsaken have been unable to break down the interception and blockade of the massive number of elite undead.

Under the containment and delay of these walking dead, a full two hours passed, and only the remaining 17,000 or so soldiers advanced only half a block. Almost every inch of the road was clogged with corpses and soaked in filthy blood, and it was really difficult to move forward.

"Her Majesty the Queen" ......"

Look at the team's slow progress like a turtle. The great pharmacist Lin Duen hesitated for a long time, but still came to the Sylvanas * Windranger who was standing in the Chinese army, and hesitated to say:

"There are too many undead scourges intercepting in our direction. If the stalemate continues, we may not be able to occupy the royal court and those choke points and key defensive lines as planned......"

"Do you have anything to build, Lin Duen?"

Sylvanas, the Banshee King, who was also worried about the speed of the army's advancement, heard the Great Apothecary's admonition and glanced back at him faintly. asked in an impatient tone. The long and high-intensity battle with the undead of the natural disaster had exhausted the last bit of patience of Her Majesty.

"It's better to ...... Try the Plague! ”

Glancing at Her Majesty's face, Lin Duen almost said his own words with a nervous expression.

A few months. As the leader of the Forsaken, Her Majesty the Queen, her qualifications, her experiences in the fall, and her entanglement with the Death Knight Arthas are no secret to those Forsaken who want to investigate.

If it weren't for the Queen's deep-seated hatred and hatred for natural disasters. As well as the determination of revenge, the great pharmacist would not risk using the plague under any circumstances, and leaked his secret research on the plague of natural disasters.

But even though he was confident enough in his observations and speculations, Lin Duen was still not completely sure that he would not be suspicious and punished for this, and even killed by his queen in a fit of rage......

After all, the vast majority of the Forsaken are indirectly or directly "born" from this terrifying biochemical weapon. Scourge is a formidable word not only in the world of the living, but also among the forsaken.

"The plague?"

Her Majesty's face turned cold, and the cold gaze under her constricted brow was like a knife on the great pharmacist's terrified face. The cold tone seemed to abruptly drop the temperature of the surrounding air to freezing:

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!"

Even though Lin Duen has now become a forsaken who has come back from the dead, and the function of the sweat glands has long since disappeared, the great pharmacist Lin Duen still feels the absurd feeling of cold sweat when he feels the cold gaze of the Banshee King. At this moment, Her Majesty the Queen is like a female poised to attack. Or a hunter who aims at his prey......

The great pharmacist knew that he had to be cautious about his next answer. Because it is possible that in one word, one's fate will go to two extremes.

After taking a long breath, Lin Duen muttered carefully in his mind for a long time, and then returned with a respectful expression:

"After getting rid of the Lich King's psychic control. I found a plague sample of the Scourge among the supplies abandoned after the hasty departure of Alsace...... Because of the curiosity of being an alchemist... I... Secretly studied this terrifying biochemical virus, and reproduced a batch of plague reagents based on the materials at hand. ”

Raising his head, Lin Duen cautiously looked at the change in the queen's expression, and hesitated for a moment before continuing: "But maybe it's the difference in the process of making zuò or the problem of materials, and there are some new changes in the nature of the newly researched plague......"

"Keep talking, I'm listening!" A cold snort came from his nose. Sylvanas's expression grew colder.

"The new plague ......" Lin Duen hesitated for a moment again, and then boldly approached the queen and lowered his voice, "Although I haven't done enough tests and is not stable enough, according to my tests, the mutated virus can not only infect humans, but also have a lethal effect on the undead natural disasters. Of course...... Equally effective for us forsaken......"

The great pharmacist's answer finally made Her Majesty, who had always maintained a cold countenance, look surprised.

And then......

It's just a silence for a long time.

"This matter is classified as confidential, don't let a third person know about it!"

After a long time, Her Majesty the Queen gave the order with a stern face, and her tone was unquestionable:

"From today onwards, feel free to report to me individually on your actual progress!"

Lin Duen ...... You should understand what you've researched! ”

"This is a double-edged sword, and it will be the arrow of our revenge. But once your research results are exposed to the enemy, the consequences will be ...... Catastrophic. ”

"I understand, Her Majesty! I'll do my best to keep it a secret! ”

Bow deeply. Although the words of the great pharmacist were equally strict, there was still a hint of joy on his face that could not be concealed. Being able to get the secret permission of the Banshee King not only means that his status and importance will rise rapidly, but also means that his research will be safely protected and supported by a lot of resources!

"I want nothing to go wrong!"

Staring deeply at her subordinates for a long time, Her Majesty the Queen slowly calmed down her restless mood.

It was a bonus!

A new type of plague that can have an effect on the undead scourge is used properly, and the terrifying number of troops of the Scourge's army will no longer be a problem!

Revenge is just around the corner!

……

"Her Majesty! Northern! Northern skies! ”

While Sylvanas was still immersed in the fantasy of revenge. Not far from the Queen's Majesty, a royal terror guard suddenly raised his voice in the air.

Putting aside the impatience of being distracted, the Banshee King looked in the direction the guards had pointed out. In the next second, the pupils in Sylvanas's eyes shrank suddenly!

A few blocks away, an anomaly appeared in the sky, and the space seemed to begin to distort. A large dark green space door appeared in the night......

"What's that?"

The brow tightened, and subtle doubts and worries appeared on Sylvanas's charming countenance.

"It's Banazal, Her Majesty the Queen!"

The elusive Varimatas came to the side of Her Majesty at some point. He replied with a look of surprise that he didn't know if it was real or deliberately disguised. Cold-blooded animal-like vertical pupils. The light of hesitation flashed away:

"He summoned a portal that connected the Twisted Void......"

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"Khooth!"

The sound of gold and iron resounded in the small battlefield at the top of the house.

The blood-red sharp sword wrapped in anger was narrowly parried by a tough bone spur as black as ink.

Charging and slamming with a shield, the attacker's fierce attack not only shocked Old Tang's attachment, but also indirectly relieved Old Tang's drowsiness.

The old Tang who regained his sobriety and regained control of his body was lost. In the face of the long sword cut off by the head, Old Tang didn't have time to get up and dodge, let alone draw a spare weapon from the magic backpack on his waist.

At the critical juncture, the helpless old Tang could only hope for the hideous bone spur at the tip of his elbow.

Sideways, elbows, horizontal stabs......

Fortunately, this "gift" of demonic blood did not disappoint Old Tang after all.

Although the assailant's sword was made of Thorsilver, it was infused with a rich layer of angry energy that increased its power. But in the face of the "blade" spawned by the power of the devil, a slash only opened a small gap and was unsustainable, and he was stunned to buy a few precious seconds for Lao Tang.

And for the relieved old Tang, a few breaths of effort is enough!

"Bang!"

The courtesy was exchanged, and a muffled sound reached everyone's ears. Old Tang, who was lying on his side on the ground, didn't wait for the attack to strike, and slashed out the second sword, and kicked the attacker in the lower abdomen.

Although it was only a hasty kick that was difficult to exert force, with Old Tang's terrifying brute force as a benchmark, this side kick still kicked the attacker out of the way, and even spurted out a large puddle of blood in mid-air.

Reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Old Tang slowly got up ten miles away from Banazar, ignoring the big bat that was still chanting a spell with a mocking expression. Instead, he stared gloomily at the sneak attacker who staggered to his feet, sword and shield......

Garithars!

"Bastard! What the hell are you doing!! ”

Not far away, Mograine's shouts were filled with anger and surprise.

The ash messenger with the power of holy light in his hand slashed horizontally, and Lao Mo sliced through a dozen obsidian goyles that suddenly swooped down and stopped his progress, into scattered stones all over the ground. Then he stood there with a guarded expression, looking at the farce in front of him in disbelief.

Mograine knew that Garrissus had the intention to get rid of himself and the Minotaur Overseer, and in the previous battle to conquer the gates, the Lordaeron warlord had shown his murderous intentions with little regard for his face.

Although Lao Mo, who is upright by nature, did not think clearly about the reason why Garissus had such ugly and disgusting thoughts as hurting allies, he had a brief discussion with Lao Tang before, and he still reached an agreement on the issue of guarding against Garissus, and he had the intention to let the commander tear his face again.

It's just that the "Ember Bringer" didn't expect Garithar to turn his face at this time!

As a devout paladin, Mograine's heart burned with rage at this moment!

"No need to scold, Great Lord!"

Activist's wrists, ankles. Old Don stopped the doomed futile actions of his "comrades-in-arms" in a solemn tone, and pulled the respected paladin out of his confusion and disbelief thoughts.

"This idiot has been charged!"

Old Tang's deep voice was thick with sarcasm and indifference. After taking a closer look at the stiff facial expression of the marshal again, Old Tang fumbled for the Sindore Blade, a spare weapon, from the magical back of his waist. and a purely mass-produced copycat version of the Aeginos Barrier, while turning his head to look at the Dreadlord Banazal, who quickly chanted the last few syllables of the incantation!

Every Nazturem is a master at playing with the minds of others.

In addition to the trick of "borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul and rebirth", these cunning and insidious big bats also have the ability to suck blood and summon the housekeeper. The best thing is the ability to deceive people's minds and deceive the heart.

If a Dreadlord is given enough time, he can even use any psychic abilities, and his words, actions, and demeanor alone are enough to control or deprive a weak-willed person of resistance, or even manipulate his actions......

And even among the Dreadlord clan, Banazal, who is one of the best in strength, is probably the best in the Nazturem clan when it comes to manipulating minds.

The pupils are dilated, the face is stiff, and the movements are distorted......

The handsome commander of the "Wise Divine Warrior" has properly become a puppet under the control of the big bat!

Idiot!

Idiot!

Waste wood!

**！

Brain-dead!

In his mind, Lao Tang almost put this series of insulting words that could be remembered in a hurry on the head of the commander!

As a hero-level powerhouse, he is also the most willpower-testing warrior...... This stupid pig was so light that he was controlled by the big bat of Banazal!

Although in the game of the previous life. Old Tang has also seen the plot of this waste wood being accused of being a puppet by another fear demon king, Desailok, but he made the same mistake twice in a row, or in just a few months...... How did this thing's strength rise to the hero level?

At this moment, the clumsy appearance of the handsome man completely made Old Tang speechless!

"Hey. Big bats. ”

"When did you stop this idiot?"

The old Tang, who refocused his attention on Banazar and secretly readjusted his fighting state, couldn't help but be curious about the sharp methods of the Dreaded Demon King at this moment, and asked in an unkind tone:

"It's been a long time since I fought before, why didn't I notice when you moved?"

"Hmph, mortal!" Snorted disdainfully. Banazal, who still looked miserable, made a sarcastic sarcasm in a sinister tone peculiar to the Nazturem clan: "How can you understand the mystery of the soul if you are as vulgar? If he is greedy, how can he resist the temptation of **? ”

"At the end of the day...... It's just an idiot with an undetermined mind, and there is no difficulty at all! ”

From the time Garissus broke out and hurt people to the moment Old Tang spoke up, the Dreadlord Barnazar finally finished chanting the last demon note and completed his spell.

The night sky of Lordaeron was suddenly ablaze, and a demonic portal that Old Tang had seen on the battlefield of the Hyjal Holy War appeared like a black hole in the sky. And on the battlefield, several careful teleportation circles appeared at the same time.

An eerie dark green aura erupted from the huge hole, creating a strong contrast with the dark night sky.

The black hole is getting bigger and bigger in the icy air of the north.

The dark green evil energy rendered Lordaeron extremely strange at night, and the whistling meteors burned half of the sky red, condensing into extremely spectacular lines of fire.

A qiē scene, like a catastrophe in the end times.

The Burning Legion's weapon of war, Hellfire, is back in action!

When meteors fall, the earth becomes purgatory.

Hellfire does not distinguish between enemy and enemy attacks, leaving huge craters of blue smoke on the battlefield. Large areas of earth were turned up, and the rapidly crumbling rock fragments shattered the thick armor and rotting bodies with great lightness.

The shattered, charred remains of corpses splattered everywhere, both human and undead......

At the cost of their lives, the warriors of Lordaeron in the urban battlefield were advancing in large numbers of walking corpses with the difficult resistance inch by inch.

At the front of the battle line, the warriors armed with swords and shields kept shouting battle slogans, fighting hard to kill these terrifying and evil invaders. Behind the array, more and more archers joined in the fire, raining down arrows on the undead Scourge.

After the first tragic battle and a large number of casualties, the human warriors finally regrouped to resist the sudden attack of the undead and stabilized the defensive formation. The battle between the two sides barely maintained a fragile balance.

Unfortunately, while the warriors of Lordaeron secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the balance of power was quickly upset......

The demon portals summoned by Banazar completely shattered the balance of the battlefield!

Hellfire, succubi, demon guards, eye demons, hellhounds, doom guards, and large swaths of imps spreading flaming swords...... Hundreds of legion demons of all kinds, high-level or cannon-returning, frantically swarmed out of the teleportation circle, and the slaughterers were suddenly attacked, and the unprepared Lordaeron soldiers.

And it seems that the demons that have stepped through the portal are still in a constant stream!

At this scene, Mograini, who was holding the Ash Messenger in his hand, was stunned. The small battlefield on the roof, the atmosphere is becoming more and more subtle at this moment!

Noticing Mograini's anxious mentality, Old Tang pretended to be relaxed and sighed slightly:

"Sure enough...... Every mission to save the world still falls on the head of Ben Overseer! ”

"The hard bones have to be left to me in the end!"

Mograine, who was anxious to rescue his compatriots, pouted, and Old Tang put on a confident expression and opened his mouth to "discuss":

"Those trash fish down there are yours, Lord Mograini!"

"As for this big bat, there is also this waste firewood that was accused of being ......"

"Leave it to me!".

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