"In the forest that day, Lin Xuan killed Guldan. The powerful almost completely destroyed Gul'dan's **. But at the last moment. Lin Xuan still remembered the famous piece of equipment in the Warcraft, Guldan's head. ”

But at that time, Lin Xuan couldn't stop it. The last walk only yields a broken skull. But even so, the dark power contained in this broken skull is still beyond imagination.

With the last rays of sunshine gone. The twin moons of Azeroth rise into the sky. It's just that tonight's moonlight faintly reveals a blood-colored, and an ominous aura permeates the night sky. The royal palace dinner in Lordaeron has officially begun. Envoys from all over the world attended, and the guards around the palace reached the highest level ever. Meanwhile, in the slums on the outskirts of the city, a squad of the last remaining soldiers is patrolling.

"It's really unfair that everyone went to the palace for a dinner party, and they gave birth to a few of us." A young patrolman complained.

"yes, maybe a glass of wine." Another soldier chimed in.

"What are you kidding, this is a critical moment, not to mention wine, it is estimated that Shuidong will not be able to drink a sip. With so many envoys, the vigilance must be extremely strict. They probably don't have as much of an ease as we do. Another soldier retorted.

"I'm just saying, it's a banquet for the nobles, we're just commoners. I understand this. Differences that can never be changed. The soldier's tone was a little low, with a hint of dissatisfaction in it.

"That's true, in our capacity, will we still let you attend a banquet when we arrive at the palace? Those soldiers who were transferred to the city were only to make up for the lack of the forbidden army. However, when a prince is born, there will definitely be a reward. We're out of fun. Be vigilant, there are not enough people, but don't make any trouble. I've been in a state of flux lately. Hopefully it's okay. ”

He was spoken to by a veteran who was the leader of the six-man patrol. He is also the only soldier of all who has ever had real combat experience. And those soldiers who have been on the battlefield are always extra sensitive to danger.

The ghetto seemed unusually quiet tonight, and the veteran felt something unusual. He knocked on the door of a house, but there was no response.

"Well, they might go out into the city to see the excitement. We hurried back to dinner. The young soldier urged.

The veteran paused for a moment, and then said. "Okay, let's go back to dinner." As he spoke, he turned to leave. But his right hand slowly touched the long sword on his waist.

A sigh came from behind him, and the veteran didn't even think about it, he drew his sword and stabbed directly behind him. I heard a bang, and the sword was opened.

"If you act so decisively, you won't be afraid of hurting others." The young soldier said jokingly.

"If you've ever been on the battlefield, you'll know that martial arts, armor, and even your comrades can't guarantee your survival on the battlefield. Intuition is what you should believe in the most. And this morning all the poor people have already received an order not to go near the inner city. The notice was posted by you. Now you're telling me that the civilians have gone to the inner city? With his sword in hand, the veteran slowly took a few steps back to put himself in a more advantageous position. I haven't forgotten to talk to each other. However, the few people on the other side seemed to be very relaxed, and they didn't seem to take his movements to heart.

"Maybe I forgot?"

"Hehe......"

The veteran is under control on the surface, but deep down he has long been at the bottom. There were six people in total, including him, but when they were talking just now, only one of them looked puzzled. In other words, there are already four people in the entire squad who have problems. I don't know if it was bought or something else. It was terrible for him.

"What's going on, what do you have to say?" Another rookie patrolman, who still hasn't understood what is happening. But in the next second, a long sword slit his throat.

The veteran's face changed, and he knew that it would be difficult to leave alive tonight. However, it is impossible for a veteran who crawls out of the pile of dead people to be captured with his hands tied.

"A bunny bunny, whatever you want. When Lao Tzu cut people, you were still nursing at home? "With a sword in both hands, the murderous sword technique in the Lordaeron army is shot. Instead of attacking the target in the front, he suddenly burst out and stabbed the opponent on the left. I hope to be able to reduce the other party's staff and seek a chance for myself.

The decision took effect, and the soldier on the left, completely unexpected, would choose the most awkward angle to the opponent. I didn't notice it for a while, and I barely resisted, but I was still directly pierced through the shoulder. With a successful blow, the veteran drew his sword and recovered, blocking the frontal stab. The body retreats continuously to prevent the opponent from forming a closing momentum.

It was only to his surprise that the soldier who had been pierced in the shoulder by him moved his shoulder and followed again. The shoulder was a little unnatural, but it didn't look like a pierced wound at all. You know, the moment the veteran pierced again, he stirred the long sword. At this time, the wound should have been torn, bleeding nonstop, and lost its combat effectiveness. But the other side doesn't seem to be affected too much. And...... He didn't seem to be bleeding.

The discovery sent the veteran in a cold sweat. He suddenly remembered a piece of information that his old comrades-in-arms in the forbidden army had told him not long ago. A cult called the Cult of the Damned has recently been secretly growing in the city. Its adherents have shown no fear of pain, increased strength, and so on. And everything in front of him just fits the description of his comrades-in-arms.

"Cult." The cold sweat on the veteran's face came down. His swordsmanship is good, and he has enough experience, but his opponent is obviously a little beyond common sense. It's only blocked four or five times, and his hands are numb, and the opponent's skills are average, but the strength completely crushes him. Plus no fear of pain, resistance to non-fatal injuries. I don't have a chance to win. It's just that at this moment, his face changed, and he looked at him in a daze, as if he was startled by something.

What several soldiers who were chasing him didn't notice was that behind him, a dark shadow slowly rose from the ground. Without the slightest sound, like a ghost, stood behind one of them. Two short knives slashed crosswise, directly cutting off the head of a soldier. Only then did the remaining soldiers discover the enemy behind them, but it was too late.

Their sense of pain was greatly weakened, but their defenses were not enhanced. And the opponent's short knife seems to be some kind of magic weapon. The sharpness is incredible. The short knife directly cut off the soldiers' long swords, along with their armor, and **.

All the movements of the black-robed man were silent, but the sound of metal came from the collision of swords. The whole picture is extremely eerie. However, it didn't make people uncomfortable for long, because in less than ten seconds, the other party had already killed all the cultists.

Only then did the veteran see the other party's face clearly. It was a human face, which made the veteran breathe a sigh of relief. He even thought it was some kind of demon or something.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that there is no time left. More than 2,000 believers will be baptized tonight at a farm north of the city. When the time comes, they will be completely reduced to servants of the devil. It's even tougher than the ones you're dealing with. That's enough to ruin the city. So you know what to do, right? ”