The edge of the forest. What should have been a pure white ice field has been soaked in filthy black blood.

As far as the eye could see, mutilated or inhuman-shaped corpses: bones, stained blood, rotten flesh, indistinguishable organs, internal organs, it was a storm of flesh and blood.

It's like being in a disgusting slaughterhouse: corpses strewn all over the field, rivers of blood, and a disgusting stench, the scene presented to the Lord of the Scourge is ghostly.

Even though he has been resurrected as an undead, even though he is used to being with the walking dead on weekdays, this disgusting scene in front of him is still challenging the senses and taste buds of the Great Lord of the Scourge, who have long since degraded hundreds of walking corpses gathered behind Daileen Prodmoore, not daring to make the slightest movement, not daring to make the slightest sound.

The strong fluctuations from the soul control and the soaring coercion of the superiors made these brainless and bloodthirsty dead silent, lying on the side like loyal dogs, quietly waiting for orders.

Soul fluctuations cannot be faked.

In fact, Admiral Dai Lin was indeed caught in a rare rage.

It wasn't because of the loss of troops - in the eyes of the Scourge superiors, the shattered ghouls were nothing more than a bunch of cheap consumables, and in the Northrend Scourge stronghold, there were more or less such cannon fodder - in fact, in Admiral Dalin's rehearsal, the tracking team with hundreds of troops was meant to be consumed.

But their "sacrifice"

At the very least, they should bite their prey and consume their time to escape, so that the rest of their subordinates can form a containment posture and catch all the prey in the net.

But the reality is a different story, and the prey that should have been caught has escaped from the trap he has carefully arranged.

Although I don't know what tricks the prey played.

But now the layout of the game has clearly gone wrong - the prey has managed to break through the encirclement.

Earned time to survive - much to the obvious displeasure of the ever-conceited Daileen Prodmoore!

Or rather.

The Scourge Lord is annoyed that someone has disturbed his interest in playing prey.

As a near-immortal undead, Admiral Dai Lin's awe-inspiring time power has long since lost its meaning.

Finding some pleasure every now and then is a great way to pass the time—even if the fun and interest is based on someone else's pain, but what about that?

Now he's a Death Knight!

Isn't spreading pain and death the meaning of his existence in the first place?

From the very beginning, the admiral treated the encirclement operation as a game of cat and mouse.

As early as the beginning of the mission, encircle and suppress the combat effectiveness, action, and escape route of the snowhoof tribe of the target yak people; A series of numbers such as the posture of one's own forces, the speed of pursuit, and so on have been repeatedly deduced in the minds of the former admirals.

With mental arithmetic or unintentional, this operation should have been another satisfying and foolproof military chess exercise.

But now it's all messed up!

The escape of the prey is like a taunt of the red fruit.

slapped him with confidence, and slapped him hard!

Intolerable!

Once again, he looked around at the scene in front of him that had caused him to lose face, and the only remaining intact eye of the Great Lord of the Natural Disaster seemed to bloom with a cold dead air, and the soul fire in his chest couldn't help but burn.

Gently jumping off the back of the death horse, Admiral Dai Lin walked over to several nearby corpses with bloody flesh, casually pulled a winter thorn wood staff from the hands of the dark attendants who followed him, and stabbed the puddles of flesh under his feet one by one, but his face became more and more strange.

Admiral Dai Lin is an old fritter on the battlefield, and it is only easy for him to analyze the battle situation from the information left behind by the corpse.

And this time, the message left on the corpse was obviously different from the previous ones, and the battle situation was probably completely different from the previous ones.

The other party seems to be only one person, but his attacks are fierce, ferocious, and deadly!

Everywhere there is a taste of overwhelming people.

The combat power is obviously higher than that of these pursuing ghouls, there are many, too many!

The spoiler is still a master?

A throbbing excitement suddenly arose in the heart of Terene Prod's more, which had long since stopped beating.

Although he was annoyed by the sudden variables that disrupted his arrangement, the more difficult games were more fun, wouldn't they?

Paced a few steps in place.

The Great Lord of the Scamity, who was thinking about his next course of action, suddenly noticed some anomalies out of the corner of his eye.

And it was this sudden discovery that caused a trace of surprise to flash on the stiff face that had been unwavering since the operation.

It was a few handfuls of inconspicuous ashes, but they were slightly abrupt against the surrounding snow.

Walking quickly to the pile of ashes not far away, Admiral Dai Lin squatted down with a strange face, and gently touched the handful of ashes in front of him with his fingers wearing the iron armor of Saron, but a stinging burning sensation came from his fingers through the thick plate armor, "It's really surprising to me!" ”

The strange-looking admiral muttered to himself in a slightly mocking tone, "The Dragonbone Wilderness will actually welcome a Holy Light to favor you!" ”

"I wonder which brave and stupid old fellow has the guts to set foot in the realm of the dead?"

"Mograini? Dassault Khan? Or maybe it's Leorik? ”

"Ha, if it's really an old man, it would be rude not to say hello solemnly!"

Standing up again, the Great Lord of the Scourge, Dai Lin Prodimore, made a gesture with a strange smile, but in a few moments, several elite gargoyles appeared behind Admiral Dai Lin: "Send a message to the Ice Fortress in my name!" ”

After a deep sigh, Admiral Dai Lin resolutely ordered, "Order the Blood Queen Lannasser, Lord Malogal, and Sindagosa to set off to meet you!" ”

"This time it seems to have fallen into a big fish!"

When the icy winds in the Northland intensified, the originally peaceful and peaceful Hillsbrad Hills also ushered in the flames of war.

The Hillsbrad Hills are located to the south of the Alterac Mountains, northwest of the Arathi Highlands, and to the south are the vast Endless Sea, a land of green fields and fertile pastures.

Abundant precipitation has resulted in an abundance of land suitable for farming.

And natural generosity has allowed Hillsbrad to be self-sufficient.

As long as it can be regarded as industrious.

Even the most ordinary farmer.

At the end of the year, I also saved a lot of money.

The southern coast is windy, and the storms of the Endless Sea seem to have become docile here, allowing ships to enter and exit the docks of Nanhai Town smoothly.

Ironforge's most powerful spirits and Stormwind's latest clothing can easily be easily imported into the area in large quantities by sea through guò, and finally enter the shopping list of every housewife.

Coupled with the natural buffer of the Alterac Mountains, which protects Hillsbrad from the undead of the Plaguelands, the Hillsbrad Hills, the crown jewel of the former King of Lordaeron, is one of the few rich and tranquil places in the Alliance, and a safe and sheltered choice for travelers traveling north and south.

Of course.

All of the above qiē was before the Forgotten Men of the Undercity invaded the area, and Hillsbrad Farm.

Once one of the four granaries of the Alliance, which symbolized abundance and abundance, the prosperity of the past has long since disappeared with the arrival of the Forsaken vanguard a few days ago.

Ever since the Forsaken breached their defenses and the farmers and garrison of Hillsbrad Farm fled to Southsea Town, it has been part of the Banshee King's domain.

The improvised earthen walls used to protect against wild beasts and kobolds were not hesitated to be torn down, and replaced by hideous marching fences and rocks of horses and deer; In the past, the light clouds and light wind of the world seemed to have an incurable disease, the pale green sewage polluted the river, the choking poisonous smoke covered the sky and the sun, and everywhere was a picture of life and ruin; The crops that had already been fruitful in the vast fields were cut down as part of the grain and grass reserves of the tribal alliance, and the golden waves of wheat that used to make people feel happy under the autumn wind were long gone; And the land that was barren after the harvest was not wasted.

Rather, it became a "testing ground" for the Royal Society of Pharmacists

。

Many of the captured human farmers who were captured before they could be evacuated were under the watchful eye of the Forsaken soldiers, working day and night to cultivate all kinds of strange shapes and strange forms as raw materials for highly toxic potions

Plants and herbs.

These plants and herbs are either highly toxic or aggressive.

It's daunting enough.

In just a few days, more than a dozen farmers were "careless"

In the brutal atmosphere of war and the fear of tomorrow's life, the atmosphere of the entire Hillsbrad farm was extremely oppressive in the eyes of the human captives.

However, in the eyes of the Forsaken warriors, this qiē is so rightfully the center of the town that was once the center of the town, and now the queen is out of the way.

A cavalry squad galloping from the direction of the Silver Pine Forest stopped at the cold signal of several royal horror guards at the door.

The Death Knight who led the team jumped off his horse cleanly, nodded reservedly at several familiar queen guards, and strode into the bluestone and blue tile building in front of him alone.

The room is not big, and the main conference room, which was only the registrar's office, can only accommodate ** people at the same time.

The Death Knight Asco* Fallen who walked into the house subconsciously looked around at the upper echelons of the Forsaken in the room, and then carefully set his eyes on the Queen Xià who was sitting lazily on the throne - Sylvanas * Windranger!

Her hair was as black as night with a hint of silver, always caged under a blue-black cloak; The peachy skin is still delicate and silky even if it turns dull blue-gray; The eyes that were once as bright as the morning star are now blood-red, like beating flames; The exquisitely crafted leather armor revealed the slender and muscular body of Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas...... No one will ignore the strength and skill of this strong woman because of her beauty.

All the saviors who once underestimated her have paid enough price for their carelessness and stupidity.

Even the invincible executioner and fatherkiller on the frozen throne took a careful breath, and the death knight Asco*Fallen, who had just completed his mission and rushed to meet him, knelt on one knee after the Banshee King's gaze was over, and replied loudly: "Your Majesty, the Great Chief Thrall has responded. ”

"A total of 110,000 elite troops from orcs, trolls, minotaurs, and blood elves have been assembled and will arrive on the battlefield in the near future, hoping that we will be ready to respond."

"Elder Magasa of Shuharu has personally promised that the first reinforcements for the landing operation will be the Wrestling Legion against the Dragon!"

(To be continued......) ps: I'm working overtime today, and the update is a little late~~~~ I'm sorry to ha, book network, update fast, no pop-ups, plain text, www.T