Wang Dali and Green Dragon Elder Chris Lant talked a few words, and when he learned that Wang Dali's army was preparing to go to the Dragon Bone Wilderness, the smile on his face became even brighter.

"I can send a man to show you the way. In the Crystal Song Forest, there is no race more familiar than our green dragons. ”

As he spoke, the Green Dragon Elder beckoned to a green dragon who had come with him in the form of a male young High Elf.

"Carlando! Come here! ”

Pointing to the green dragon youth who trotted over with a nervous face, the green dragon elder vigorously introduced Wang Dali.

"This is my son, Carlando. Let him lead you to the Dragonbone Wilderness. ”

Carrando looked at Wang Dali's expression with a hint of fear. Needless to say, this must be some unlucky guy who was knocked out by his punch. Standing in front of Wang Dali, he bowed his head to him very respectfully.

"Good morning, honorable Excellency."

"Hmm."

Nodding at Carlando, Wang Dali said to Chris Rant.

"Well, then, we won't bother you and your people. It's just that there may be people coming in and out of this portal in the future, and I hope you can help take care of it when the time comes. ”

"No problem, of course."

For Wang Dali's request, Chris Lant agreed to it.

After a while, let the Huotou army bring the food sent by the green dragon, Carlando led the way at the front, Wang Dali and his party and the alliance generals took the lead, and the army was opened.

The Seventh Legion of the Alliance, the Fortagan Legion, the Silver Covenant, and the Explorers' Guild were quite numerous, and the group formed a long line on the paths of the Crystal Song Forest. A few people from the Explorers' Guild were left here to observe and explore, and Brian Copperbeard followed Wang Dali's side.

He decided to leave with the rest of the Explorers Guild after helping the coalition establish their first camp to investigate the history of the Titan creations in Northrend and the mysterious powers of the Elder Gods, and set out to excavate and protect the Titan ruins on the continent of Northrend.

The area of the Jingge Forest is very large, and along the way, everyone walked forward while admiring the surrounding wonders, and finally walked out in the afternoon.

But soon, Carrando, who had changed into a green dragon form and volunteered to be a scout, hurriedly flew back.

"I spotted the Scourge in front of me. There's a frost dragon on the other side, and they've spotted me, too! ”

By the time Callando had finished reporting, the Frost Dragon had already appeared in the sky. In the distance, two more squads of six death knights on skeletal horses came up.

When they saw the black oppression of a coalition of coalition forces, the Death Knights were visibly shocked and pulled their horses back and fled. They were going to rush back and tell the Lich King the shocking news right away.

"Charge! Kill them! ”

It's just that the coalition won't just watch these Death Knights run away. Commander Halver drew his sword at his waist and was the first to charge towards the Death Knights. The cavalry in the first echelon of the coalition followed him and began to accelerate and rushed forward at full speed.

It's just that there is still a tireless skeleton horse under the seat of the Death Knights, and the probability that General Halver will be able to catch up with these Death Knights is very small. As a result, the military mage Strange summoned the magic power in his body, raised his hands and struck eleven runes in two seconds.

As the magic kicks in, the mirror world begins to take shape, and in front of the Death Knights, to the left and to the right, the earth and sky begin to flip like building blocks.

Faced with magic they had never seen before, the six Death Knights did not dare to move. So soon, hundreds of Union cavalry surrounded them.

"Let's do it. If the opponent is a Death Knight, there is no better fit than us. ”

With a burst of cold sounds that did not seem to be human, nineteen knights in heavy black armor that almost enveloped their whole bodies, and their horses were also tightly wrapped around their crotches, walked forward.

Although the knight at the head hid himself well, General Halver quickly recognized the other party.

"Are you Thassarian?"

"Long time no see, General Halver."

The Captain of the Knights of the Black Blade, who had arrived in Northrend with a squadron of Death Knights, opened his mask, revealing his pale countenance.

"It's a scourge of the dead!"

This skin color was almost the same as that of the Death Knight on the opposite side, which made the faces of the cavalry around these black-armored heavy riders change color, and they hurriedly drove their horses back. In the entire cavalry ranks, there were even more than a dozen cavalrymen with red eyes and drew their weapons.

"Stand back!"

Halver's expression turned cold, and he commanded. A few cavalry members of the Seventh Legion stopped, but a few soldiers of the Vortagan Legion still rushed towards Thassarian and the others.

"I say, stand back!"

The disobedience of these cavalrymen caused Harver to shout. He stretched out his hand, and immediately other horsemen stepped forward to stop them.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill this guy! I remember, I remember him! He was the one who killed my sister! ”

As he spoke, the agitated cavalryman pulled open his clothes, revealing one of the scars that pierced his left chest.

Pointing to the wound on his chest, the cavalryman shouted with red eyes to the allies standing in front of him.

"See! This sword is the one he stabbed down! If it weren't for the fact that my heart was different from the other person's on the right side, I would have become the same ghost as him by now! ”

Under the cry of the other party, which contained blood and tears, the cavalry of the Seventh Legion hesitated and took two steps back. Although he did not give up his position, there was a gap.

The moment this gap appeared, the cavalry whose sister was killed by Sassarian didn't even want a horse, and jumped up directly, holding the long sword in his hand and rushing towards Sassarian.

"Die, monster!"

The cavalryman apparently did not think that he could cut off the opponent's head, so he planned to leave a mark on the opponent with his own life. But he didn't expect this sword to go down, and Thassarian's left arm actually fell in response.

"I'm sorry, I can't die right now."

Picking up his left arm, Thassarian placed it behind his back and bowed his head in his cold voice to the cavalryman who had recovered from his agitated emotions.

"This sword is the interest I owe you, and when I cut off Arthas's head, please come and take my head again."

With his remaining right arm, Thassarian drew the sword from his waist and pointed at the six Death Knights on the opposite side.

"Knights of the Black Blade, charge!"

There was not a sound except for the unsheathed sword, and the eighteen death knights behind Thassarian drew their weapons at the same time. The skeletal warhorse swung its burning bony hooves and silently charged the other side.

Two groups of Death Knights with different factions staggered by.

It's like watching a pantomime, swords intersect and armor shatters. It only took a little more than a minute, and with the sound of plopping, six undead Death Knights fell to the ground.

The wind and snow inadvertently fell, and one by one fell on the armor of the Blackblade Knights, cold without a trace of temperature.