When the collision between the two women is about to begin, they are "ignorant" about the concept of home restlessness

of a certain Minotaur Overseer, but still "carefree"

Eating hot pot and singing the song "Do you know, distant relative? I used to be as strong and strong as you, and I could even fight three spider demons on my own until I was hit by an arrow in the knee."

Chewing on the crunchy crispy spider legs, drinking spicy Northland spirits, and listening to the nonsense of the yak people and herdsmen around him who don't know whether they are true or false -- there are snacks to satisfy cravings, there are spirits to ward off the cold, and there are people who are talking about the mountains together -- Tang, who has just experienced a week-long wilderness survival, is very content to feel that this is happiness, if the atmosphere of the land under his feet is not so depressing at this time. Bingwu Village is barely the "main city" of the Northland yak people

。

Although in the eyes of the old Tang, it is essentially a slightly larger village, but it is indeed the largest gathering place for the yak people on the Northrend Road.

Since saving the small yak clan that was chased by the undead, Old Tang, who had been following the trajectory all the way, finally caught up with his target the night before the day, and stepped into the wall of Ice Mist Village on the third day after the meeting.

And the "city" that appeared in his vision at that moment

Suddenly, Old Tang was full of familiarity—the slightly chaotic crowd, the swarming of refugees, the nervous and solemn looking guards, the faint sobs of women and children, and the suppressed moans and cries of pain in the first-aid station—just like the Minotaur tribes that Tang remembered before the Great Migration!

In fact, the situation of the yak people today is not much better than that of the minotaur of the past, and even worse than the minotaur of the past, when the minotaur faced thousands of centaur dregs, and the yak people of today also have to resist the overwhelming walking dead; In the face of the earth elemental princess and a large number of centaur khans in Maladon, the Minotaur still had the older generation of hero-level powerhouses such as Kane * Bloodhoof, Margassa * Terror Totem, and Barathan* Spirit Hoof to contend with them, but now the yak people only have one great chief who has reached the heroic level, but they must resist the undead scourge that ravages Azeroth, and the endless high-end forces, and the odds of victory are obviously slim; Back then, even when Shuharu was at his most down, the entire Kalimdor clan combined with a million people and 100,000 armor.

As distant relatives of the Minotaur, the total population of these Northland warriors is only 1780,000, and the military strength that can really enter the battlefield to fight the enemy is less than 50,000. With a large number of resurrected battlefield veterans and middle- and lower-level death cavalry commanders with rich experience in war, the undead natural disaster even in the eyes of the arrogant old Tang, the current situation really has no chance of winning!

"The expansion of those skeleton shelves on 'history' has not been so rapid, and today is an eye-opener."

After pouring a large sip of the spirits, Old Tang's stomach suddenly reflected a hot burning sensation.

However, Don, who has always liked to drink booze, didn't care about this, but used the pungency of alcohol to make his mind run at high speed, trying to figure out this "undead riot"

The essence of the .

"However, the focus of the Undead Heaven's strategy for the entire Dragon Bone Wilderness is obviously those eternal blue dragon corpses, right? How did you get the idea to hit the yak people? It's still so fanfare, and it's a big deal."

The more they looked into it, the more incomprehensible one of the Overseers became: "Judging by the scale of the pursuers, this is a complete rhythm of killing the yakmen."

"What kind of wind is Alsace's second cargo pumping this time?"

There is too little information and insufficient clues, and the old Tang, who is not very good at this, has a mess in his head.

Rubbing his slightly painful eyebrows, the Minotaur Governor whispered in a voice that he could only hear: "Sleep well on his cold throne, and wait for my brother to settle accounts with him when he is ready?" What's the point?"

The attention of the Minotaur Overseer has long been no longer on the nonsense of the yak herdsmen around them, but involuntarily speculating on a former "defeated general"

- Well, at least the true intentions of some brazen warrior in his own eyes...... For that Alsace paranoia, Lao Tang has always been not hesitant to use the greatest malicious empathy to think of course, and has always been the troublesome "No. 1-stirring stick in the sky"

Little did he know that the Lich King sitting on the throne was stimulated by him to aim his butcher's knife at the yak natives of Northrend.

In the eyes of a certain Minotaur Overseer, the distant relatives who had suffered many calamities were completely unjustified.

"Distinguished Distant Relative"

An enthusiastic and tired call pulled Old Tang out of his thoughts.

Sarruch * Snowhoof, the yak man who happened to be rescued by Old Tang, was standing beside Old Tang with some restraint at the moment: "Great Chief of Ice Mist, please come over, there is something to discuss"

The young man of the Yak Man in front of him—who seemed to be a promising young shaman—was very respectful to Old Tang, even if the appearance of a starving ghost in one overseer with one hand on a skewer and a wine jar in the other was really detrimental to his image.

But it seems that a few days ago, the heroic posture of a certain starving ghost overseer riding a thousand horses is really impressive, coupled with the great kindness of saving the entire clan, completely making this young shaman who is still full of enthusiasm become his "brainless fan"

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Not to mention eating Haisai, I'm afraid that even if Old Tang does something worse, it is estimated that he will be regarded as an incomprehensible master by this yak guy "Oh, the Ice Mist Chief has finally thought it through?" ”

As if asking and answering himself, Lao Tang casually put the things in his hand at his feet, stood up and stretched out without image, and then slapped his big hand stained with oil and wine stains on the shoulder of this young distant relative with a good impression.

While pretending to encourage the younger generations, he unconsciously left a dirty handprint on the simple but neat leather armor.

"Lead the way, let's rush over."

The prank succeeded, and a childlike Overseer was in a good mood.

Suppressing the smile on the corner of his mouth, Old Tang strode towards the chieftain's tent in his memory, which was neither luxurious nor majestic, but his mouth chattered with emotion: "Time is money, oh no, time is life, my friend~"

"Maybe while we're talking, the encirclement of the undead disaster against us has been arranged."

"Trust me, those walking dead are far more efficient than you think!"

It turns out that Old Tang does have a magic crow's mouth.

Just when the yak people in the entire dragon bone wilderness were forced by the mighty soldiers of the undead natural disaster, they couldn't stop going to the "main city" of the yak people in the Ice Mist Village.

By the time they converged and fled, the two gruesome armies of death had merged into one on the ice field, which was only two days away from Icefog Village.

The pale, powerful palm of Dai Lin Prodmoore gently rubbed the sword hanging from his waist, the symbol of the royal power of the sea, the sword of the sea tide after being fused by the runes, and the eyes full of fierceness and majesty were satisfied with the various bodies of the Scourge masters who had not wasted a minute or a second.

The gatekeeper of Icecrown Castle, the Lord of Marogal whose strength is infinitely close to the heroic level; a powerful heroic undead leader with strange tricks - the Blood Queen Lannassel; And the absolute reinforcement, the powerful frost dragon who was 'reborn' in the land of Dragonfall, and whose strength was still above the famous Saphelon, after frost breeding, Sindagosa!

"It's good to see that you didn't disobey my orders, which saved me a lot of hands."

The Scourge Lord's tone was as flat and cold as ever, but the momentum of not being angry and arrogant permeated the scene, enough to silence anyone with bad intentions: "I don't want to go back to the Icecrown Fortress and plunge the Sword of the Tide into the skull of any of you after I have exterminated those savage two-legged cattle!" ”

As the former lord of a country, Dai Lin Prodmoore's strength and domineering have long been integrated into his blood.

Whether he is now the King of the Sea or the Great Lord of the Natural Calamity, the momentum of the real superior who kills decisively and speaks of everything has never subsided.

Although the three undead leaders in front of Admiral Dai Lin all had the strength of almost heroic or epic heroes, in the face of the Great Lord of Natural Disasters who were above 10,000 people under one person, the soul pressure from the upper undead still made Sindagosa and the other three undead leaders consciously or unconsciously endure the undisguised threats and mockery of the former admiral.

They secretly exchanged a few glances, and the Blood Queen, Sindagosa, and Lord Malogar remained silent with a lot of eyes.

"Okay, no more gossip."

Very satisfied that the few new subordinates in front of him did not do any stupid acts that were not self-sufficient and did not know whether to live or die, Admiral Dai Lin also put away his thoughts about beating his subordinates, and went straight to the point: "I thought it was just another pleasant hunt, but it seems that there is some great help to join the camp of those two-legged cattle." As the true master of Northrend, I don't want to make the Scourge seem too rude."

"So, a grand 'welcome dinner' is essential!"

"And your mission"

Admiral Dai Lin's words paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth outlined a wicked and cruel smile: "Your task is to be responsible for the 'security of the dinner party' and clean up those salted fish that are not worth mentioning!" ”

"This time, I don't want anything to go wrong!"

With a gentle tap on the hilt of the sword on his waist, the tyrannical momentum of the Great Lord of the Cataclysm rose to the sky like a raging tide, and the condensation of word by word shouted to the three Cataclysmic generals in front of him, "Do you understand?" ”

(To be continued.)

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