Undead, undead, undead, undead

In the southern part of the Dragonbone Wilderness, it is no longer the howl of the north wind and ice and snow that haunts the ears, but the bloodthirsty roar of countless undead; As far as the eye can see, the white ice and snow of the past are now full of rancid and terrifying walking dead; And, of course, the irresistible disgusting stench.

However, the day after the yak people broke through to the predetermined location, the once quiet and desolate keel wilderness had unknowingly turned into a ghost full of death. The tens of thousands of undead natural disasters, the surging military momentum that cannot be seen at a glance, seem to be showing the irresistible terrifying will of death to all the living at all times.

And this terrifying scene, even if it is not the first time to experience it, is still enough to make the old Tang in the crowd frown.

"Quick! Come on! Fast! Fast! Fast! ”

The army of the undead scattered all over the mountains resounded with Old Tang's slightly anxious roar.

He threw the pitted metal shield in his hand like a discus thrown at the left front of his body, and then with a blow of his right hand, he smashed a stitched abomination in front of him that was covered in stench and blood......

"I'll help you dig a gap, rush out, don't fight!"

Old Tang, with a gloomy and dignified expression, didn't care about how much of a battle the "boomerang" had just won, nor did he care how long the war hammer with only a small half of the remaining in his right hand could last before it was completely scrapped, accompanied by an urgent order, the angry old Tang was like a blood-red meat grinder rampage in the blockade of the undead natural disaster, setting off a flesh storm at the same time. In an instant, the defense line of the undead scourge was torn apart.

It's a pity, even with the strong strength of Old Tang. It's too small in the face of thousands of walking dead......

Walking corpses, abominations, ghouls, and crypt demons who don't know what fear is, are flooding like a tidal wave. Old Tang had relied on a round of outbursts before, and it was not easy to chisel the gap in the line of defense of the undead, but in a few breaths, it was filled by batch after batch of walking dead.

"Nima!"

Seeing his previous efforts come to naught again, and watching dozens of yak men who followed him fall into an eternal sleep again, the old Tang was stunned at this moment.

Old Tang, who has always been full of fighting spirit, never discouraged, and has always believed that the war hammer will do something in his hand, at this moment, for the first time, a deep sense of powerlessness emerged in his heart

In fact, almost every general who encounters the army of the undead will have such thoughts.

As an individual individual, the undead may not be as terrible as demons, but once they are combined into an army, they are one of the most terrifying armies in the world.

This is a silent army. It does not scream out of fear, nor does it flee because of wounds; Less than 100 percent of the battle loss rate, this terrifying army will definitely not give up resistance, there will be no despair, no exhilaration, only silently move forward, and then devour a qiē

And their opponents. The advantages of so-called heroism will never be felt in these skeletons and walking corpses. Because even if you are powerful and like thunder, it is meaningless to face a piece of wood, and you still have to kill and crush each one of them one by one in order to achieve the final victory.

The victor who fights the undead will feel exhausted, and the loser, the loser, will feel nothing, because the loser has become part of the army of death

The undead scourge will never wither. As if immortal.

And the time will come when manpower will run out

"Mother~! But! I'm going to get out today! ”

Unwilling and helpless to watch his efforts come to waste, the annoyed and angry old Tang let out a deafening roar, and finally decided to go crazy regardless of the consequences.

The strong power of the Daywalker came out of his body, although after losing the amplification of the power of the Titan, the power of the light was far from surging, but it was enough to stir, and the light that came out of the catharsis soaked the old Tang Fangyuan into a small area of bright holy light. The Sunwalker's power-like burning sensation is no less damaging to the undead than the purest light.

All the way forward. "Dedication" all the way, the power of the daywalker gushing out from under the feet. Leaving a corridor of light like a scorching and sacred light on the land that Old Tang walked, the sacrificial power often purified all the walking dead in front of Old Tang into ashes in a matter of seconds. Even elite units like the Crypt Demon or the Stitched Tiger would not be able to grow for long, and they could only watch as the long-rotten body turned to ashes from legs and feet to torso with a roar of rage

The Sunflame of the Light or Daywalker's Power is always the sharpest knife against the filthy!

Following in the footsteps of the old Tang, running above the scorching corridor of light, nearly a thousand yak warriors were interspersed for hundreds of meters in the siege of the vast army of the undead. Although the undead army array in front of him was still out of sight, the morale of the team, which had been somewhat low, became high-pitched again with the roars of the soldiers.

But once again, the Goode * Titan Power * Terror Totem, who is regarded as a hero by everyone, does not see a little joy on his face at this moment. The power of the daywalker in his body gushed out without reservation, and the power that erupted exceeded Old Tang's expectations, but the astonishing consumption also made Old Tang feel bitter.

Compared to the warrior profession as a housekeeper, the Daywalker is just an additional deputy job for Old Tang. Whether it is the skill of using energy, or the density of energy and the ability to continuously restore, the power of a half-hung daywalker is far from being comparable to the anger that has been immersed for a long time. The gap between the two is as great as the difference between a pond and a river and the sea.

In the case of recklessness and full force outburst, the power of Yang Yan, which was not originally full in Old Tang's body, has gradually dried up. Even under Lao Tang's rough estimate, he couldn't continue to rush forward like this for a distance of 100 meters, and even if he tried to squeeze himself, he couldn't squeeze even a trace of energy.

At that time, not to mention the bold "dedication" paving the way like now, I am afraid that even the most basic "Holy Light Flash" will not be able to release, but the density and thickness of the defense line built by the seemingly endless army of undead in front of him are still enough to make people sigh.

According to this calculation, even if Lao Tang can finally rely on his hero-level strength to fight his way out of the encirclement, the nearly 1,000 yak warriors around him will inevitably usher in the fate of being fierce and unlucky and dying on the battlefield under the situation of being encircled

And this tragic fate is exactly what Old Tang tried to avoid!

Time passed minute by minute without stopping. After all, the little daywalker power in Old Tang's body was irreversibly and gradually depleted, and another tyrannical energy in his body, which was originally suppressed in the depths, was breaking free from the shackles and getting out of trouble step by step after losing the balance.

"I hope I won't get out of it this time"

muttered to himself, the old Tang who was ready to fly on the string gritted his teeth after all, and resorted to the last resort of sealing because it was too dangerous and taboo!

The demonic blood from the demon lord Masanos finally poured into Old Tang's heart again after all the suppression it had experienced in the past, and in the next second, it surged unstoppably to the limbs and bones under the pressure that burst out between the powerful heart!

The originally dark skin was now covered with an eerie bluish purple hue; The muscles on the knotted muscles are exposed, and they appear more and more hideous and thick; Several sharp bone spurs came out of the body, bringing out a large handful of dirty blood from the surface of the body; The pitch-black eyes unconsciously turned into blood-red pupils, and the hideous and brutal gaze between Gu Pan was undisguised like a blade;

The tyrannical, evil, terrifying, filthy dark green demonic energy came out of his body with these dangerous feelings, and in an instant, the flames of evil energy ignited on the surface of Old Tang's body. Those undead who were accidentally contaminated with the fire of evil energy were even more miserable than being purified by the Holy Light, and the already withered and dilapidated remnants of the souls were sacrificed in an instant, burning into dark green humanoid torches from the inside out!

At this moment, where does Lao Tang still have the sense of sacredness that he had before, and he completely presents the posture of an abyss demon. Whoever looks at his current appearance will consciously or unconsciously associate Old Tang with the Abyss Lords of the Burning Legion

Demonize the Minotaur!

This is the last resort that Old Tang is most reluctant to touch!

After the Holy War in Mount Hyjal, this hideous and terrifying image has finally reappeared in the land of Azeroth!

Slaughtering, crushing, grinding, smashing, and smashing, the increasingly tyrannical, bloodthirsty old Tang has completely turned into a mobile meat grinder. War hammers in their hands, bone spurs on their bodies, and even fists, sharp horns, hooves and feet, and a raging fire of evil power caused the nearly uncontrollable Minotaur Great Overseer to unleash a death dance of blood and flesh, steel and fire in the tidal tide of the undead

"I'd like to see who dares to stop me today??? Who can stop me!! ”

Roaring like thunder, the almost crazy old Tang arrogantly questioned his own declaration, stimulated by the blood of the demons. For a moment, the entire battlefield seemed to tremble and tremble under the undisguised terrifying coercion.

But in fact, Azeroth has never lacked confident spoilers who take pleasure in disrupting the purposes of others

"Don't just amplify it, short breed!"

Suddenly, a seductive and unpredictable answer came clearly from directly above Old Tang's head, causing the rampaging Minotaur Overseer Huo Ran to raise his head.

"These are the prey ordered by the Great Lord, and they are warriors personally selected by His Majesty the Lich King for the future plan, but you can't just let them go casually~ Otherwise, people will be very embarrassed~~~" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Biquge www.biquge.info to vote for recommendations and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )T