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He doesn't really know the exact location, although he played a lot of trumpets back then, but the map or something, just look at it, who still has to memorize all these things.

But it's just a general direction, but if you start at Stratholme and follow the mountains all the way east, you'll be right.

And according to the messenger's return, the undead scourge only began to attack from the beginning of the sky, and in one day, no matter how bad the High Elves were, it was impossible to be defeated. Although the defensive circle was still destroyed as in the original time and space, even if there was no defensive circle, the combat power of the High Elves would not be defeated casually.

The southern pass of the Ghost Land is also a huge gate, and it is not bad at all compared to the gate of Stratholme, unless you are blind, you can see it as long as you get close, and if you don't have it anywhere, then go all the way to the east.

At the sound of an order, the troops pulled out and walked in the direction commanded by Du Teng. The soldiers in the team did not say a word, their eyes were very determined, or rather, they had already determined to die. Because everyone knows that joining this volunteer team is basically equivalent to stepping into the underworld with one foot. The undead are not so easy to deal with, they have already felt it in the city of Gilneth.

Everyone saw them as crawling out of the pile of bones, dead comrades, those high-ranking mages, benevolent priests, and former captains of the personal guards, these people were beyond their reach, but they died in the invasion of the army of the undead, and the archmages were even killed and wounded. Isn't that enough proof of the strength of the army of the undead?

Tens of thousands of defenders almost failed to block the attack of the undead, and now their team of more than 1,000 people, to put it mildly, may not be able to make a sound when thrown into the water, facing an army of more than 200,000 undead, and even only need a partial army to turn back, they can easily crush them.

It can be said that when they come here, it is almost a certain death. But they still came, on the one hand, because the war death pension proposed by Du Teng was too high, which was equivalent to their life's income at once, and it had to be the kind of situation that ended their lives, the problem is that many people may not live to seventy or eighty, so they may not be able to earn so much money in their lives.

Even if they don't die, even if they are injured, they have a very high pension, and even if they are not injured and go back intact, there will be a large bonus, which is enough to ensure that no matter whether they live or die, as long as they participate in this team, their families will get a huge income. For the sake of their families and their children, they gave up their lives and resolutely joined the team.

The road back has been arranged, and they no longer have any worries, although they will also feel sad when they recall the worried eyes of their wives and the reluctant eyes of their children. But for the sake of a better future for their families, they still came. And since he came, he was not ready to go back alive.

So no matter where Du Teng took them, they didn't complain at all, and there was only one belief in their hearts: killing more undead souls, and dying was worth dying!

With such a will to die, this volunteer team supporting the High Elves kept walking towards the land of ghosts.

……

At the same time, in the Land of Ghosts, the army of the undead is fighting to the death with the High Elves.

The High Elves tried their best but couldn't stop the undead army, and the southern level was breached in less than half a day, and the undead army drove straight in, and the High Elves had to shrink the defense line to the Sun Temple, Taquilyn, and Moon Temple.

The Wraith Lands is located south of the Eternal Song Forest, separated from the Plaguelands by the Mountains of Ezalas.

The Wraith Land was originally part of the Eternal Song Forest, but in the original books, due to the increased damage of the Scourge Legion, the area became a desolate and haunted wasteland, and by the time the Blood Elves joined the Horde, there were still many Scourge remnants active here. The trolls of the forest lurking in the dense forests also threaten the safety of the elves at all times.

By that time, the elven stronghold of the Wraith had been completely destroyed by the Scourge invasion, and the Blood Elves, with the support of the Forsaken, had rebuilt Taquelin, an important hub on the main road, and it became the main base for the Blood Elves to reclaim the Wraith Lands.

Located in the southwest, Windranger's Tower and Windrunner Village were originally the domain of the Windranger family, but will be in ruins in the future. Elven Sylvanas still seems to have something left in her former home, but even she herself won't be reminded of those warm, sweet memories.

Golden Mist Village is also one of the future devastated settlements of the Blood Elves in the Wraithlands, and the ghosts of the High Elves still linger in the ruins, unable to rest in peace. To the east, however, Corona Village apparently suffered an even more terrible fate, as its inhabitants failed in a spell that attempted to enslave the water elemental and were killed in the flood.

The two magic temples of the Sun Sanctuary and the Moon Sanctuary still stand in the Land of Ghosts, and the Blood Elves are also trying to restore the normal operation of the Sanctuary, and have now restored the Sun Sanctuary to its function, but the shame and pain make the ruined Moon Sanctuary look like a monument to the Third War.

Darkan - The shameful traitor of Quel'Thalas, it was he who revealed to Arthas the secret of guarding the Barrier Moon Crystal of Quel'Thalas, which led to the fall of Quel'Thalas, and the traitor Darkan has survived several deaths and resurrections, and still directs the remnants of the Scourge in Dessom in the south.

The forest trolls suffered a crushing defeat in the Second War, and Zurkin has been thirsting for revenge since escaping from the elves, in the ancient city of Zuaman, which has witnessed the history of forest trolls. Zurkin once again started the war. After the defeat and death of Zurkin, the forest trolls were leaderless until they were recruited by the trolls of Zandalar and ordered to gather power in Zuaman. In response to the threat posed by the Trolls of Zuaman, the High Elves and the Blood Elves came to a rare consensus and sent the Rangers to join the battle.

And all this, has not happened yet, the High Elves are still blocking the undead, delaying the footsteps of the undead on the Taquilin line as much as possible, and resolutely not letting the undead continue to go north. Of course, the effect of their efforts is not obvious, and they can barely stop the invasion of the undead, and can only delay the undead's attack speed as much as possible.

"What about reinforcements? What about reinforcements? ”

This has become a problem for almost every High Elf.

But it's a pity that no reinforcements have arrived, whether at home or abroad, so they can only rely on the local defenders to keep blocking the army of the undead with blood.

The defenders of the country, led by the Windranger Legion, are now in full swing to arrange the defense line, once the Taquilin line cannot be defended, they must keep the undead in Sunny Wind Village for a generation, so this defense line is very important and must be continuously strengthened. The Far Wanderer Legion had already organized reinforcements, but the undead's attack was so fierce that the defenders didn't seem to be able to wait for them to arrive.

As for foreign reinforcements, Du Teng has already come to the land of ghosts and is about to enter the land of ghosts. But at this moment, he was suddenly slightly stunned, and then ordered to stop advancing, left the group alone, came to an unknown mountain col, slowly sat down, closed his eyes, and began to receive information from other worlds.

……

The message is, of course, from the world of Harry Potter.

But it was all three years ago, and during the holidays three years ago, the Buddha-figure in the Harry Potter world passed on some very important inquiries to the past. Today, three years later, Du Teng's deity once again passed on the content he needed to divide the soul.

By the time he was done with all this, it had been more than a month. The holidays passed quickly, and the sixth school year had already arrived in front of him.

There were so many things in the year that he could imagine with his eyes closed. And since Voldemort's resurrection, both the wizarding world and the Muggle world have become a mess. The scourge of the British wizarding world began to plague the Muggle world.

The British Prime Minister has been having a hard time lately, sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo, but his mind is blank and he doesn't understand what it means. He was waiting for a call from the president of a distant country. On the one hand, he doubted that the hapless fellow would call, and on the other hand, he restrained the many unpleasant memories of this long and tiring week, so that there was little room in his mind for anything else.

The more he tried to concentrate on reading the words on the piece of paper in front of him, the clearer he saw the gloating face of one of his political enemies. The political opponent appeared on the news that day, not only listing all the terrible accidents that had occurred last week, but also analyzing in a down-to-earth manner that each accident was caused by the government's negligence.

The Prime Minister's pulse quickens at the thought of these accusations, because they are unfair and untrue. How could his government have prevented that bridge from collapsing? It is unbearable that some people have suggested that the government is not investing enough in bridge construction. Less than a decade after the bridge was built, the best experts could not explain how it could suddenly break in two, with a dozen cars buried deep in the river below.

In addition, some people have suggested that it was the lack of police force that led to the two vicious murders that have been widely reported, and that the government should have foreseen the strange hurricane in the west, which caused huge losses to people's lives and property. Also, one of his assistant ministers, Herbert Chaulay, behaved strangely this week, saying that he wanted to spend more time with his family, is it also his fault?

"There was a panic across the country." The opposition finally summed it up, barely hiding a smug smile on his face.

Unfortunately, this is indeed the case. The Prime Minister himself felt it. People did seem more panicked than usual, and even the weather was not as good as it could be, and it was still mid-July, and it was already thick with cold fog...... It's very wrong, it's not normal......

He flipped to the second page of the memo and found that it was still very long, and knew that it was impossible to read it, so he simply gave up. He stretched his arms above his head and looked at his office depressedly. It was a very imposing room, with a beautiful marble fireplace facing the long sashed windows, which were closed tightly to keep out the unseasonal cold fog outside. The prime minister shuddered slightly, stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the thin mist clinging to the windowpane. As he stood there with his back to the room, he heard a soft cough behind him.

He froze, his own frightened face in the dark windowpane in front of him. He knew the cough well. He'd heard it before. He slowly turned around and faced the empty room.

"Hello?" He said he was trying to make his voice sound braver.

At that moment, he knew that it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped in his heart that no one would agree to him. Immediately, however, a voice answered, this one crisp and decisive, as if reading a prepared speech. The Prime Minister knew from the first cough that it was coming from the little frog-like man in a long silver wig who was the figure of a small dirty oil painting in the corner of the room.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Request an urgent meeting. Please reply immediately. Faithful, Fudge. The man in the painting looked at the Prime Minister inquiringly.

"Well," said the Prime Minister, "listen...... This time is not right for me...... I'm waiting for a phone call...... It's a president—"

"That can be rescheduled." The portrait says without thinking. The Prime Minister's heart sank. That's what worries him.

"But I do want to talk to him—"

"We're going to make the president forget about the phone call. He'll call again tomorrow night. The little man said, "Please reply to Mr. Fudge at once." ”

"I ...... Oh...... Well," said the Prime Minister helplessly, "yes, I'll see Fudge." ”

He hurried to his desk and straightened his tie. He had just sat down, adjusting his facial expression to as relaxed and composed as he had hoped, when a bright green flame suddenly erupted from the empty grate beneath the marble fireplace. The Prime Minister tried his best to hide his surprise and panic, and watched as a big fat man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning like a spinning top. A few seconds later, the big fat man stepped over the grate, a yellow-green bowler hat in his hand, stood on a fine antique carpet, and dusted the ashes from the sleeve of his thin striped cloak.

"Huh...... Prime Minister," said Cornelius Fudge, striding over and holding out a hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you again." ”

The prime minister did not want to answer this polite remark from the bottom of his heart, so he said nothing. He didn't want to see Fudge at all, and Fudge's previous appearances, in addition to being particularly alarming, generally meant hearing some particularly bad news again. Moreover, Fudge clearly looked worried this time. He was thinner than before, his face was darker, his head was more bald, and his face looked wrinkled. The Prime Minister has seen this look on the faces of politicians, and in general, this does not bode well. (To be continued.) )