How do you feel when you are pointed at the head with hundreds of long and short muskets?

What does it feel like to be surrounded by crossbowmen who are coming from all directions to tighten their bowstrings and aim at their whole body?

Tingling in the back?

Breaking out in a cold sweat?

Or are your legs shaky and your face like ashes?

Well, if you have a strong psychological element, you can still casually think that these threats are all pediatrics of the local chicken and tile dog, and they are not worth mentioning at all......

And what about two heavy bed crossbows with winches already on and designed to hunt whale sharks?

Whale sharks are known to have skin toughness comparable to dragon scales. If you are hit head-on by the heavy bed crossbows that these Kul Tiras navy use to deal with large sea monsters, even if the adult dragon is unprotected, it will definitely end up seriously injured.

Even if you're unlucky enough to be shot in the vital ...... It's not impossible to turn into a cold dragon corpse on the spot!

What's more, if the steel crossbow bolt equipped with a cluster of Nirvana arrows and a full five or six yards long happened to hit a certain battle five scum blue dragon...... Well, forget it, Karegos is really a strange thing, as an adult dragon with weak strength, it is not easy to survive in Azeroth, so I won't use him as a metaphor......

And if even the above means are combined, it still doesn't make you feel jealous, then take a look at the dozen or so mages around who have already connected to the spirit lock and faintly shimmered with magic light between their palms!

These human mages who can become the royal family of the Kul Tiras Kingdom and the magic advisors of the main fleet are not fledgling magic apprentices. Or some "impostor masters" who can only do some half-tricks, let alone charlatans who cheat and eat and drink all day long......

The powerful magic hidden in their bodies beneath their hoods is ignored for the time being.

The precise choice of their position that can be attacked and retreated is enough to prove that these Mages of the Kul Tiras Navy are by no means rookies who lack combat experience or "technical nerds" who are obsessed with research all day long and are not diligent in their limbs.

They are a group of veterans who have really experienced the battle array and bloody tests, and are experienced in fighting the enemy.

more than a hundred musketeers and crossbowmen on standby; Two bed crossbows that could wreak havoc on the dragon; and more than a dozen powerful mages with combat experience......

At this moment, Lao Tang is alone in the middle of such a luxurious encirclement!

That's it. Or did a certain cow simply ignore the lineup of the "Sea King", the line of melee professions that were no less wide than a small football field's size, the swords unsheathed, the admirals and the elite guards......

There is no doubt that there are a huge number of bullets and arrows around that look like a seepage. Or a steel crossbow that rivals a spear, and fireballs, ice arrows, and arcane missiles that are ready to fire...... They all have one goal in mind:

The burly, heavily armed Minotaur in the center of the encirclement is scolding some unscrupulous profiteer!

……

Although on the deck of the "Sea Kingship", there was tension because the whereabouts of the "assassin" of Lao Tang were exposed.

can be a "master of art" or a "nervous" hob meat. Seemingly unfazed by the threats around him.

He used the Minotaur language, the orc language, the blood elf language, the common language of the road, and the "hometown dialect" that no one could understand except for Old Tang himself, and scolded a goblin profiteer who peddled expired potions into a dog's blood spray, until a line of well-armored and grim-looking figures appeared on the bridge, and Old Tang finally stopped his shrew-like "scolding the street" behavior.

Then, he turned his gaze to the human old man with short, stiff white hair......

The eyes are like falcons, and the eagle looks at the wolf;

The majesty is strong, and the strength is good.

This is the first impression left by the human veteran who wore the generalissimo's armor to Old Tang.

Coupled with the heartfelt respect and awe of the Admiral Kul Tiras around him, the identity of the comer was already revealed!

"Dalein Prodmore?"

Gently pestle the war hammer in his hand on the deck with a layer of metal skin wrapped on the surface, Old Tang asked with a question that seemed to be in question.

Let's talk about it. Without waiting for the other party's answer, Old Tang finally turned his attention to the murderous encirclement around him, and looked around at the surrounding naval officers with an almost unscrupulous gaze. Then he said with a mocking face:

"Tsk, what a big formation!"

"Is this knowing in advance that I'm coming? Then you don't need to have such a warm welcome ceremony, right? After all, everyone is not familiar with it yet~~~! ”

Old Tang's words sounded a bit unremarkable. It's as if the surrounding encirclement is like a net.

In fact, although the old Tang, who has experienced countless big scenes and even dares to stage a drama of "Hundred Horsemen Robbing Cao Ying" from time to time, is indeed nervous and frightened because of being surrounded, he is not as arrogant and arrogant as he shows to others on the surface.

Although a pair of war hammers that weigh more than a thousand jun seem to be an understatement on the deck, with the strength of Old Tang now, he is absolutely confident that he can make some key moves between the reactions of all opponents. For example...... A hammer chisel through the seemingly sturdy deck of the ship underfoot!

In fact, when Old Tang was pitted with an expired invisibility potion, his whereabouts were exposed. Immediately after being surrounded by the naval officers who had been in ambush for a long time, Old Tang's mind was already running at high speed, thinking about how to get out of the current crisis.

After all, whether it is the bullets and arrows covering from all directions, or the concentrated fire and strikes of mages, it is not so easy to think about. Old Tang didn't want to have a "close encounter" with pieces of fireballs, ice arrows, arcane missiles, arrows, bullets, etc...... Goode * Titan Power * Terror Totem? I've been waiting for a long time! ”

The admiral in military uniform stood on the bridge and looked down condescendingly at Old Tang with a relaxed expression. The cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in an indifferent tone:

"Ever since I set foot on the continent of Kalimdor, your name has been heard like thunder...... A wise Minotaur overseer, a brilliant military commander, and a mighty warrior...... Resourceful, cunning, and strong, almost everyone who has come into contact with you seems to praise you. ”

"I was still thinking about the circumstances under which I would put aside the issue of our different positions and meet and communicate with a junior like you who has been praised by everyone."

The admiral's tone was originally calm and calm. But as he spoke, his tone gradually brought a touch of mockery and disdain: "It's better to be famous than to meet...... The person in front of me doesn't seem to be quite the same as what I described! ”

"Even more arrogant! More ...... Impetuous stupidity! ”

"Well, first of all. Although I have always respected the elderly, I am not interested in connecting with an old guy like you, who can't see clearly but feels good about himself...... There is a generation gap! The admiral's words were full of sarcasm and mockery. Old Tang shrugged his shoulders disapprerovingly, and replied with the same disdain:

"Secondly...... You don't even think about why you come up with a different perception from other people, or on the premise of meeting for the first time? Don't you think the problem is your prejudice, old man? ”

Lao Tang has always respected me, and I respect people.

In the face of a condescending and sarcastic guy like an admiral, Old Tang will not be hot and cold. After some verbal provocation, he even felt that his sarcasm was a little light......

"There are always some people in this world who don't know how to advance or retreat, and they will only take advantage of their tongues for a while!"

"I've seen too many arrogant, arrogant young people...... These self-righteous juniors. The impetuous mind always fails to recognize the form, and claims to be the pride of the sky, as if everything is under their control. It's as if all opponents are just puppets of their marionettes, and they will obediently act according to their wishes and plans......"

Daylin Prodmore looked at the rebellious old Don with disdain, and said in a disdainful tone:

"I don't know. Arrogance has clouded their sanity, arrogance has interfered with their minds! Maybe they were originally very talented, but a few lucky successes will make them proud and complacent, until they finally lose sight of everyone and even plant a big heel! ”

"And you...... Young Minotaur Overseer," Admiral Dai Lin stared at Old Tang contemptuously for a long time, and concluded in a nonchalant and mocking tone: "It seems that it is only one of them!" ”

Pulled out between their own generalissimos. Daillin Prodmore squinted his eyes at Old Don's every move, snorted lightly, and said sarcastically:

"What blinds you to your sanity and mind? What makes you feel that a shameful assassination plan can have a chance to succeed? ”

"Well, I don't know how many young people you've seen of the kind of young people you're talking about, but it's the first time I've seen an old guy like you!" Spreading his hands, Old Tang sighed helplessly, but in fact, he was provoking the admiral's anger: "And...... Are the elderly chattering like you? Rory rambles endlessly! ”

"I hope you don't need me to remind you, Your Excellency...... You don't seem to have that much time to waste! ”

"As for self-confidence...... Of course, it comes from strength! ”

Unceremoniously lifted the admiral's scar, Old Tang clenched the double hammer and narrowed his eyes slightly. This has almost become one of the harbingers that Old Tang is about to break out and hurt people: "I don't think I will be able to deal with an old guy who is half cut into the ground!" ”

"Stupid minotaur, you will pay for your rudeness!" Old Tang's taunt really aroused the admiral's anger, and the cold and angry look disappeared in a flash, and Admiral Dai Lin had already waved his hand violently, and impatiently ordered his subordinates who had been preparing for a long time:

"Kill him!"

At the same time, Lao Tang, who was also ready for battle, suddenly burst out in an instant, and shouted loudly at several "teammates" who were hiding in the shadows;

"Hands-on...... With a struggling roll on its side, the Death Knight dodged the Dreadlord's claws in the air in a barely wolf dodge......

Clenching his teeth, Arthas burst out with more strength and will to fight from within.

He's been on this path for too long and has given so much. He must not die here!

The explosion of the will to fight allowed Arthas to barely stop his decline and defend against the undead soldiers who poured in from all directions.

But there are too many undead......

The Death Knights once effortlessly guided and commanded so many soldiers, but now they turned against them.

Arthas knew that they had no mind of their own, and would only obey the most powerful forces. But somehow...... It's sad, after all, he created them......

As time dragged on, Alsace became weaker and weaker. For a moment, he couldn't even parry an enemy attack and was hit in the upper abdomen. The claws slashed into the armor with a crunching sound.

He didn't feel much harm, but being alerted by a ghoul breaking through his defenses.

"There are too many of them, my king!" On the side, he also tried to use the spell wolf bèi. Kel'thugad, who parried the surprise attack of the three Dreadlords, said grimly, his loyal voice almost causing tears to well-up in Arthas's eyes: "Run—get out of the city!" I'll find my way out and meet you in the wilderness. This is your only chance, Your Majesty! ”

The Death Knight knew the lich was right.

There was no time to say hello and push, Arthas shouted and jumped off his mount awkwardly. With a wave of his hand, he transformed Invincible from a skeletal steed into a disembodied ghost steed, and vanished. Arthas will wait until it's safe to summon it.

Invincible was already one of the few allies he could trust, and even the iron-hearted Death Knight couldn't bear to let him be hurt in this turmoil. And...... The rest of the journey is also not suitable for the passage of bone war horses.

Rushing forward, Arthas clenched his hands in a powerless Frostmourn and swung it. There are just too many opponents. He no longer intended to kill or even just injure them, just to be able to break out of the encirclement.

The doors were locked, but this was where he had grown up, and Arthas knew the palace all too well, and knew every door and every wall there. and every secret passage.

He couldn't open the doors on his own, so he kept running towards the depths of the palace, and the undead chased after him. Arthas rushed past the former royal residence, once holding Gianna by the hand through those back porches, now stumbling and running, his mind racing.

How did he end up in such a situation? Flee in an empty palace. Pursued by his own creatures and subjects, he had sworn to protect them. But......

No, he killed them, betraying his subjects for the power the Lich King had promised. Now the power was flowing out of him, like blood flowing from a wound that would never heal.

Father...... Jaina...... The Death Knight brushed aside the memories that flashed through his mind. At this time, it is useless to be distracted, only speed and viciousness can save him!

The narrow passage limited the number of undead, and he latched the door behind him as he ran to slow down his pursuers.

Eventually, Arthas stormed into his quarters and made his way to a secret escape route. He, his father, his mother, and his sister Kalia all have such a secret escape route...... Only they, Uther and Archbishop Alonsos Fao know.

Now, all but himself are dead......

Arthas pulled open the tapestry on the wall, revealing a small door behind it, which he slipped into and bolted tightly.

Arthas stumbled weakly, rushing down the narrow, whirling staircase, straight for freedom.

The secret door of the secret passage has been carefully disguised and disguised with magic, so that from the outside it looks like the palace wall. Alsace gasped, fumbled for the latch, and plunged headlong into the dimly lit Tirisfal glades. But then he suddenly heard the sound of battle......

Holding his breath and looking up, the sight before him made the Death Knight blink in confusion - the undead were ...... Fight each other.

"Yes!"

"Some of them are still under his command, and they are still his subjects...... No, they are his tools, his weapons, but not his subjects. ”

Suddenly, a clear thought crossed Arthas's mind.

He leaned against the cold stone and looked at it for a moment. An abomination accused by the enemy cut off a head with long ears. Seeing the appearance of these two undead creatures, he couldn't help but shudder in disgust. These rotten maggots are lifeless, and no matter who controls them, they are all just as evil.

……

Discovering that there were still loyal soldiers among the undead, Arthas summoned more and more undead until he was exhausted and gasped for air. They come at the behest of the moment, and they only serve the strongest.

Arthas slew at those who dared to stand in his way, knowing what a price he had paid for it.

However, despite the gradual increase in his men, the number of enemies grew. Weak, he was too weak, only a few pieces of rotten flesh could protect him. Arthas shuddered as he grasped Frost Sorrow and slashed around, feeling himself more and more tired.

Then the earth shook, and Arthas spun around to see at least three abominations running clumsilyly towards him.

He coldly lifted the sorrow of frost. He, Arthas Minethir, King of Lordaeron, will never rest on his laurels.

Suddenly, with a scream of pain and exasperation, there was chaos on the battlefield.

A vague shadow, fluttering up and down like a bird, harassed the monsters, forcing them to stop chasing Arthas and instead swing and roar at the ghosts.

Suddenly, the ghosts seemed to pounce headfirst into the bodies of these abominations.

The slimy, pale, maggot-infested thing stopped for a moment, and then suddenly turned its attention to the ghouls that were hobbling to attack Arthas. A sneer appeared on the Death Knight's pale face.

It's the banshees!

Before this, Arthas had assumed that Sylvanas would be obsessed with hatred and refused to come to his aid. Or even worse, like most of his fighters, turned into pawns of the enemy.

But now it seems that the former Ranger General's hatred for him has dissipated!

That's great news! (To be continued) Q