In the middle of the woodland between the Hammer of Agmar, the stronghold of the Afterlife Tribes in the West, and the Tomb of the Stars, the stronghold of the Alliance, hundreds of dead and mutilated corpses in different states and stenched endlessly, making the originally snow-white ice field appear filthy.

High-quality updates are here. Daileen Prod'Moore looked at the disgusting scene in front of her with a blank expression, as she slowly walked along the clearing between the woodlands.

'Click', click', the blood-stained snow and snow left a row of bright red footprints on the ice, and the hideous plate armor made of Saron Evil Iron made the admiral who looked forward to life and the world more terrifying and majestic.

The snow-covered woodland seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, and the snow and bushes were littered with the corpses of the undead.

Some of them had their spines smashed by heavy weapons, some had half of their torsos cut off by sharp axes, and some of their entire skulls and necks had been smashed into their chests.

A ghoul dressed in a somewhat tattered Kurtilas Navy uniform emerged from the bushes and hurried to his feet and whispered a few whimpering words at him.

Admiral Dai Lin raised his head, rubbed his chin, and asked as if talking to himself, "About half an hour?" Have they fled north? ”

"Who are they, those savage two-legged cows?"

"Come to think of it, there is no one else in this forest except them."

The ghoul whimpered in a low voice, and Admiral Dai Lin seemed to understand what the undead wanted to express, and gently tapped the opponent's shoulder with the sword of the tide at his waist as a reluctance and replied: "Don't worry, it's just a stubborn resistance, they can't run far." ”

Even if the admiral at this moment is no longer as awe-inspiring and inviolable as when he landed in Kalimdor, the majesty and demeanor of a generation of kings have long been integrated into his bones and blood, and will always be revealed in his inadvertent every move.

Even if he did be killed once in that absurd and sloppy Northern Expedition, under the siege of countless undead, and died by the sword of the man who almost became his son-in-law, the wounds that fell at that time left an indelible wound on his body.

His skin was now as pale as paper, lacking luster and moisture, his bare arms and palms were as thin as skeletons, and one eye was forever blind, so he wore an eyepatch with a hollow skeleton pattern on the surface to cover it.

He was also left with a fatal wound on his chest, a stab wound inflicted by the Rune Sword, a memento left to him by Frost's Grief, which had not yet healed.

The high-quality update pierced the heart through the gap under the wound to the ribs, but the once-human heart had long since decayed and stopped beating, replaced by a blazing blue-and-white flame.

He became an abominable ghost.

The king of the sea, who once roamed the endless sea, is now the second in the scourge of the undead, and the lord of the scourge who bows down when the great lich Kel'thugad is seen.

Once a generation of kings, Daileen Prodymoore also couldn't let go of his power and kingdom, and more than once dreamed of eternal immortality in his sleep.

The ridiculous thing is that when you are a dead soul, you can understand how painful it is to be immortal, and the fire of the soul burns all the time in the memory of the past, and all kinds of negative feelings about pain, remorse, anger and sorrow linger in the heart, making him endure the torture all night long.

After another, human feelings gradually wore out, and now only a cold hatred for the past was left in their minds.

It's just that although he has become an undead, he is not without gain, the "son-in-law" who once disappointed, hated, and puzzled him

Giving him the strength to summon an army of the undead who are not afraid of life and death, tireless are just one of them.

This is a power that is far beyond the mortal world, and it is a power that can be mastered in a way that is completely different from the shallow power that was built on power in life.

And now the new Lord of the Scourge is using the power bestowed upon him by the Lich King to fulfill the order of the Supreme Being, on the Frozen Throne: to exterminate the yak natives who are still daring to resist the rule of the Scourge Legion!

Annihilate their souls and resurrect their bodies.

Let the "new life" be given

They became the axes and hammers of the Lich King's siege!

This is another order that makes the Great Lord of the Scourge secretly poke his nose.

I don't know if it was the first defeat and defeat in his life on Queldanas Island that left too deep an impression on Arthas, the "son-in-law" who had fallen into a coma on the frozen throne

, seems to be very interested in such a strong big man as the Minotaur.

He even went so far as to send the Lich Amenar to work with the stupid and ugly boarmen, just to collect and capture some complete minotaur corpses to transform into his new subordinates.

And when the whimsical and incomprehensible plan of Admiral Dai Lin failed, Arthas finally turned his attention to the yakmen of the Northlands, the so-called distant relatives of the minotaurs who had brought him shame, who had lived in the land of Northrend for generations.

Ha, yak people, Northland warriors?

It's just a bunch of prey being played by him!

More and more ghouls are emerging in the forest like ghosts, and the army of the undead is divided into small groups and gallops in all directions.

The high-quality update was just as Admiral Dai Lin listened intently, and it didn't take long for a long roar to sound in the distance, and he sneered on his face, and his new subordinates had indeed spotted each other's traces...... In the glade of the woods, several ghouls circled the corpses of their companions for a week, and then they raised their heads as if to smell blood in the air.

Then the leading wolf let out a terrifying roar, and they all turned in one direction to pursue.

Such scenes are playing out in various places in the dense forest.

The army of the undead soon found more traces, and the bodies were buried under snowdrifts, thorny bushes, some even hidden above tree trunks.

As you go north, there are more and more traces left by such battles.

As if to sketch a scene of savage but burly two-legged oxen fighting and retreating, they never escaped the pursuit of the army of the undead.

Admiral Dai Lin followed behind his army of the undead, examining each corpse one by one, and the wounds on the corpses confirmed his suspicion: at first, the shaggy two-legged cattle had time to dispose of the corpses, or bury them under the snow, but later on, they had to leave the battlefield hastily, leaving the corpses of ghouls haphazardly in the woods.

Further, the upright cattle simply fled the battlefield, and most of the ghouls' corpses remained where they had been killed: a sign that the shaggy cattle had no time to dispose of the corpses and were fleeing in a hurry.

On the other hand, it also means that the army of the undead is getting closer and closer to them.

Admiral Dai Lin followed unhurriedly, and the new orders from his mouth were conveyed to the acolytes and dark cultists around him who were in awe and panic.

Over time, the encirclement has become smaller and smaller.

After simulating the battle situation and deployment in his mind, a sneer finally appeared on Dai Lin Pro's cold face: "Another successful hunt, huh?" ”

"It's time to close the net!"

A yellowish glow began to emanate from the horizon, and the scene began to become a little hazy, and the first rays of sunlight finally shone out of the mountains.

Slightly dispelled a little chill on the ice field.

The forest was silent in a world covered in snow, and every branch that grew from the snow-white trunk was as brittle as glass, and when touched it turned into powder with a click.

Heavy footsteps from far and near, and the different shades of pace show the nervousness of the owner.

Then came the sound of a trailing creeping, like worms crawling under the grass, but it was the footsteps of an army of ghouls crouching on all fours in high-speed pursuit.

The next moment, the stenching undead emerged from the dense forest—ugly and terrifying ghouls, rotting muscles, white bones looming, and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes glittering with blood-red light; The army of the undead made their way through the thorny thorn forest, roaring and attacking the yak-men warriors from the bushes, from under the snowdrifts, from all sides.

"These damn undead are catching up again!"

"There are at least a hundred of them here!"

"Mother Earth is above, there are more of them here, I can't count them!"

Behind the rapidly retreating yak crowd, a group of young warriors, led by the yak people who led the leader, gritted their teeth and cursed, turned around and pulled out the various "weapons" in their hands

: Tomahawks, hammers, spears, and even scythes and hoes, time seems to stand still for a moment, with the screaming undead on the one hand, and the roaring warriors on the other.

The ghoul's pounce froze in the cold air, and a rough, heavy axe figure chopped off its hollow head, then retracted it like lightning, and the filthy walking dead splattered with rancid blood and fell to the bushes.

The yakmen stepped back in unison, leaving a long row of corpses flowing silently with filthy black blood, and a dark green plague rising from the rotting abscesses, obscuring the warriors' vision in the blink of an eye.

In the mist of ice, snow and plague, several sharp axes slashed through the necks of their opponents.

The air sizzled as it sucked into the severed trachea, blood mixed with fragments splattered from the neck continuously, and the lifeless corpse fell limply to the ground with a muffled sound like a heavy object falling to the ground.

However, in an instant, the ranks of the ghoul army lost dozens of combat power.

Unfortunately, the hordes of ghouls rushed over the corpses of their own kind like rolling waves of snow, frantically rushing towards the ranks of the yak people like an avalanche, and the dozens of casualties were not worth mentioning the number of undead disasters.

Even as the warriors fended off wave after wave of onslaught, a dozen yak-man lads were thrown to the ground by the frenzied hordes of ghouls, and in an instant Salruch* Snowhoof frowned and punched a ghoul in the gaping jaws of blood, almost knocking it back with a single punch, rolling out with the splatters of blood and broken teeth.

Then he reflexively hammered his hands, wrapped in the black wind and electric light, and hammered them on the shriveled and rotten cheeks of the ghoul who was waiting for the opportunity to pounce, like crushing a rotten watermelon, and in an instant red and white splashed all over his body, "Don't entangle with them!" ”

Looking back at casting a healing chain to heal the few people around him who had been injured in the first round of attacks, Sarruch Snowhoof shouted: "Leave a few more and I will stop them, and the others will escort the old and young first!" ”

"Is this the rhythm of your dedication?"

There was a sudden rebuke from the fierce battlefield, followed by a "bang"

With a bang, a majestic black shadow smashed into the army of the undead almost like a comet hitting the earth, causing a large wave of ghouls to roll on their backs.

And the scolding in the splashing ice and snow continued: "At a young age, the most taboo thing is to be a hero with a hot head!" ”

In the blur of ice and snow debris, a burly back that stunned all the yak people slowly appeared: knotted muscles, majestic body, heavy armor, and a pair of sharp horns?

Is it your own person?

Before everyone could figure out the doubts in their minds, they saw that this guy who suddenly broke into the battlefield untied the cloak tied behind him in a burst of movements, and gently threw it over with his hands, and was subconsciously hugged by the yak man shaman Sarrukh * Snowhoof.

When the reflection came and looked closely: a comatose woman wrapped in a thick cloak "Leave two war hammers, take this woman, you withdraw first!" ”

Slowly turning around, a face different from the appearance of the yak man finally appeared in front of everyone, and without waiting for everyone to ask about this strange "kindred"

He waved his hand impatiently: "I'll talk about myself later." ”

"Distant relatives, hurry up and leave, I'll leave it here!"

Sarruch Snowhoof had too many questions about the sudden helper, but he knew that now was not the time to dwell on the details.

As the shaman of the clan, leading the people to escape is the first priority.

What's more, this strange-looking clansman looked like a friend and foe, waved his hand to signal his companions to catch up with the clansmen who had withdrawn a long distance, took two war hammers from the hands of the clansmen and threw them to the other party, hesitated for a moment, and still asked uneasily: "If you are alone, is it okay?" ”

And after this strange-looking clansman heard the inquiry, a reserved and proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth on his resolute face, and after flipping the two ancient war hammers in his hand and smashing them into meat sauce with a few ghouls who came forward without knowing whether they were alive or dead, he replied nonchalantly: "Don't worry, shaman, cleaning up these bones and scum can only be regarded as a warm-up for me!" ”

"All you have to do is hurry up and catch up with your people, and by the way, help me prepare some spirits to ward off the cold."

"When I'm done exercising, I'll catch up with you!"

(To be continued.)

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