Chapter 396: The Narrow Road (9)

Deep, cold, large chasms can be found everywhere in the dragonbone wilderness, a sparse ice field. (.

On weekdays, the great chasms in these ice fields are often the burial places for the bones of unwary beasts and travelers.

Now, however, the former Jedi has become a rare respite for the Minotaur Overseers and the remaining yak warriors.

The deep chasm obscured the greedy and bloodthirsty prying eyes from above, and the thick ice was enough to cover the breath of the living for a whole day and night, and the broken troops led by Old Tang finally temporarily escaped the sight of the undead natural disaster.

It's just that

Nearly 3,000 yak warriors who volunteered to fight for the survival of their tribesmen at the time of departure are now less than 100 left

Holding back the biting cold, he once again squeezed out a few wisps of Daywalker power from his sore muscles. The gasping old Tang shook off the remaining ice ballast on his armor, and dragged half of his stiff body with his teeth bared, trying to heal the few wounds on his body that were bleeding from the magic effect with the Yang Yan energy that had just recovered.

After the frost breeding, Sindagosa lived up to his title of the strongest frost dragon, and its combat power far exceeded the imagination of the old Tang, and it was close to the Lich King himself.

What's more, there is also a strange and bewitching but powerful enough blood queen next to Sindagosa who comes up from time to time to sneak attack, the weird and unpredictable magic of replenishing the sword blood, and Lannathel's battle instinct to see the seams, can't help but make the old Tang who fought with him for the first time suffer enough!

Battles happen faster and end faster.

But a dozen rounds. Old Tang was easily suppressed by the two natural disaster masters on the opposite side. Not even a limited counterattack can be done.

Let's be honest. Old Tang's biggest headache is to fight with spellcasters of the same level, those strange and unguardable difficult spells and spell-like abilities are not only difficult to resist and dodge, but even a few "parts" can be easily removed from the opponent's body if he is not careful, and even directly erase the opponent's life.

What's more, it's still two winged spellcasters

Two powerful spellcasters who firmly hold air supremacy!

It's like you driving a Leopard 2A6 with superior performance on the battlefield, but the other party doesn't play tank battles with you at all, but directly drives a longbow Apache and shoots you in the face without saying a word

All in all, even if the outcome of this battle was already doomed when the figure after frost Yu appeared at the beginning of the war, it was lost so badly. Even the counterattack was weak, but it really exceeded Old Tang's expectations.

During the pursuit, Old Tang was just an inadvertent and was sprayed by the frost breath that followed. And the right half of the Minotaur Overseer, who has always been known for his physical perversion, was sprayed head-on by the Ice Dragon's Breath, and even though it was protected by the dual protection of anger and evil fire, it was still severely damaged by this blow.

That cold, stiff numbness was still unbearable for Don even now.

……

Time passed in silence, and the cracks in the ice were filled with tension, anxiety, and depression.

Finally.

Annoyed by the loss of his goal, Sindagosa finally led several frost dragons to glide over the chasm once more, casting large shadows in the chasm, and with the fading humiliating dragon groan, Old Tang and the dozens of remaining yak warriors finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Most of the extremely tired yak men didn't even have time to eat dry food, so they fell asleep leaning on the ice that had formed for an unknown amount of time.

It didn't take much effort, and there was already a snoring in the cracks.

"How far is it from the Temple of Dragon's Sleep?"

The frowning old Tang deliberately lowered his voice and whispered to the young yak shaman beside him, while his eyes were fixed on the rudimentary mammoth skin map in his hand.

The map system is quite sloppy.

It is not required to be as accurate as a military map, but the area that represents the keel wilderness is full of blank space except for a few references. And as the so-called "most accurate" map of the entire Ice Mist Village. This map is in the eyes of Old Tang, and this can't be said anyway.

There is no way to compare it with the game map in memory, and even the Minotaur Overseer who has crossed over is now unable to determine his location on the map, so he has to consult the locals around him

"It's close," said Sarruch Snowhoof, the young yak-man shaman who had been rescued by Old Don from under the ghoul's fangs, and gave an ambiguous answer, muttering at the pain of the wound tearing: "If there are no undead interceptors on the way, it will be there in about seven or eight days."

[Seven or eight days without interception] chewing on Sarruch's answer, Old Tang's mind fell to the bottom like a stone falling from a high altitude. [I don't know how many people will be left to break out of the encirclement in the end]

"Will we be able to break through with distant relatives?"

When Old Tang was secretly calculating for the next trip, a voice full of worry, fear, and faint despair sounded in Old Tang's ears.

As a young shaman, Sarruch has enough courage and sacrifice, but his strength is really not enough in this series of high-intensity battles that even the old Tang is a little unbearable.

The successive deaths of comrades-in-arms, the chasing soldiers who seemed to never be killed, and the endless masters of natural disasters made this young man who stepped into such a cruel battlefield for the first time uncontrollable low morale and depression.

"It's been ten years since I personally cut off the head of the first centaur scum when I was seventeen."

did not directly answer the junior's inquiry, and looked lightly at the face that still had a trace of hope in despair, and Old Tang slowly told his story.

"In the past ten years, I have experienced hundreds of battles, large and small, easy or tearful, from the desolate barren land to the winding Yongge Forest, from the vast endless sea to the towering Hyjal Mountains."

"I've slaughtered the most ruthless lackeys, slain the most brutal demon bosses, and fought the bravest of the Alliance. Some of them have more troops than me, some of them are stronger than me, and even I can't help but be afraid, but in the end, I am alive to stand in front of you, and I have won victory after glory, glory or sorrow! ”

"Some of these victories rely on superior strength, some rely on careful pre-battle preparations and precise battle plans, some rely on the tragic and heroic sacrifices of comrades-in-arms, and even some victories are simply based on that illusory luck......

Looking at the young shaman in front of him who was becoming more and more confused, Old Tang's voice paused deliberately.

"But among these lucky or not-lucky victories, there is always one thought that I have always insisted on and never given up!"

"I can win!"

Not so impassioned and enthusiastic, Old Tang's bland words seemed to tell an unquestionable truth.

"It's okay to call me arrogant, to call me ignorant and superficial, but as a leader on the battlefield, if you don't even have the confidence to embrace victory, then there is no need to fight this battle at all......"

"Because some battles compete about who can hold out to the end, and who is more ruthless to themselves!"

"If you don't have the confidence and motivation to win, then you won't rack your brains, think hard, or even do anything to win!"

"In the face of any difficult choice, you will give up like a coward."

"Because when you stand in front of the enemy, there is only one foolish thought left in your mind filled with fear and despair, run, run as far away as possible!

"And on the battlefield, the first to die are often the ...... who flee the fastest"

"So," Goode said as he patted Sarruch on the shoulder and stared at the still slightly immature face, "before the battle begins, if you are on the underdog, you can prepare calculations, accumulate victories, win allies, flesh out plans, and even hide and forbear...... Do what you can do a qiē! ”

"But when you finally set foot on the battlefield, you have to empty your brain and leave all the distractions that are in your mind without hesitation. Don't hesitate! Don't doubt it! Intransigence! Fearless! ”

"Thinking about one thing - I can win!"

And then ...... Embrace the end with ease. Wiping the half-mutilated war hammer in his hand, Old Tang retracted his gaze and said word by word. Glorious victory or glorious death! ”

As a warrior, Goode's theories and perceptions have always been so simple and crude, perhaps not entirely correct, but definitely impactful.

There was a long silence between the two.

"If you don't understand, save it for later!"

Looking at Sarruch's snowhoof, whose brows were furrowed and at a loss, Goode knew that his well-intentioned enlightenment seemed to be counterproductive. His own set of experience may not be applicable to the young man in front of him who has just entered the battlefield, so he had to change his relaxed expression and pretend to be full of confidence and said: "The shape has not yet reached the point of certain death, who will show that ugly look at a loss?" ”

"Do you think I'll take you to the back of the clan as soon as my head is hot? Don't even leave a back hand for yourself and drill into a desperate situation? The shaman's godless eyes shimmered again with the words of Archoverseer Good. And Goode ravaged the young shaman's head with his big hands, and muttered like iron is not steel:

"In the Dragonbone Wilderness, the Scourge Miscellaneous are outsiders, who told you that we are now alone?"

"The entire ice field is infested by the undead natural disaster, and the yak people are not the only ones!"

"Why don't you know how to hug such a thick golden thigh?" (To be continued......) I752