It has been three years since the last cross-border contact. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the past three years, Du Teng has not had a single contact with the split soul, and he believes that with the qualifications of the split soul, coupled with the understanding of the plot, not to mention killing gods and killing Buddhas in the world over there, at least he can be mixed up. So he didn't worry about the safety of the split soul at all, and even completely cut off contact.

Now the split soul took the initiative to send a message, and the content in it made Du Teng a little surprised. However, it was not against his expectations, and the Split Soul in the world of Azeroth was obviously doing quite well.

time, go back three years.

……

Looking at the endless skeleton of bones disappearing into the horizon, Du Teng's legs went limp, and he fell heavily to the ground.

His body was covered in green slime and rancid minced flesh, and there was a wound on his arm that nearly tore open his entire arm. The cold, piercing energy was constantly extending along his veins and meridians towards his body, and he could only rely on the power of his own flesh and qi to suppress this evil force in his arm. If you want to eradicate it, you must use powerful divine energy.

Fortunately, there are not a few priests in the Kingdom of Gilneth, and it is not difficult to gather more than a dozen priests to cast spells at the same time to dispel these evil forces.

It's just that the current situation is more special, the soldiers of this war kingdom are too badly damaged, not to mention the dead ones, there are tens of thousands of injured people alone. It will take several days to gather all the pastors and heal them day and night, and to heal these tens of thousands of people. Fortunately, there are still a large number of wounded whose injuries and illnesses can be cured by medicine, which has reduced the burden on the kingdom a lot.

It was precisely because there were more people in need of treatment that he could finally bear it, so Du Teng drove away the few little priests who had just come over. Besides, their own wounds are not something that these probationary pastors or junior pastors can deal with.

"Your Highness, Your Highness......"

There was a burst of urgent shouting behind him.

Du Teng looked back and saw that it was the deputy captain of his personal guard.

"Your Highness!"

When Du Teng participated in the war before, he left the deputy captain of the pro-guard team in the palace to protect some of his confidential items, but now that the war is over, this deputy captain naturally ran out as soon as possible. As for the captain of the pro-guards......

Duten turned his head to glance at the pile of dead not far away - as the army of the undead was about to retreat, the captain of his guard was besieged by three ghouls, and he was entangled in Arthas, unable to support at all, only to watch as the other party was stunned by a banshee and then torn to pieces by three sharp claws. Fortunately, the undead retreated immediately afterward, but fortunately, the captain of the guard was not transformed into an undead monster.

As his most trusted subordinate in this world, it is a pity that he died like this, and it is a blessing in misfortune that he was not transformed into an undead. At least a relatively intact corpse after death, the glory of the warrior was not tarnished by magical energy.

"Your Highness...... You, your ......"

The deputy captain ran to Du Teng, and before he could say anything, he saw the arm on Du Teng's arm that was constantly oozing black blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"I didn't ...... I failed to protect His Highness and hurt His Highness, I ......"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Du Teng waved his hand.

"Go and clean up Bag's body, he died to protect me, and I must give him a decent funeral. In addition, the compensation of all the fallen soldiers of the pro-guard must be done well, you personally supervise, and if someone dares to take a penny from it, you know how to do it. ”

"Yes, subordinates, subordinates understand."

The vice-captain quickly knelt on the ground and nodded yes.

"By the way, how is my father? Didn't get hurt, did you? ”

"No, no, the lord is very safe."

"Very good, you go down, you have done everything I told you, if there is anything wrong, don't blame me for making trouble for you."

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

The deputy captain of the pro-guard team hurriedly ran away, and several members of the pro-guard team who were gathered next to him stepped forward and brought water and gauze.

Du Teng took the kettle, took a few gulps, and then stretched out his arm and let the other party help him hold the wound.

After the wound was bandaged, at least to ensure that no blood would flow out casually, Du Teng stood up and began to direct the soldiers who were still alive to tidy up the city wall. The walls were littered with corpses, both soldiers and undead. The bodies of all the human soldiers were cremated, then placed in their respective urns and delivered to relatives, along with a handsome pension. Although families who lost their father or son or man were grieving, it was an honor for their relatives to die fighting for the kingdom, and the pension given by the kingdom was enough for the family to live for a long time, so there was not much fluctuation in the country.

As for the remaining corpses of the undead, they were piled up and burned. These things can no longer be used, but these entities carry a lot of germs that can easily cause plagues, and it is not safe to burn them without fire. Among the corpses of the undead are many former soldiers of the kingdom, and these people can't even recover their ashes, so they can only send their relics and pensions together, which is also a helpless thing.

The work of tidying up the battlefield lasted three days, and for three days, Du Teng did not leave the scene, and he did not return to the palace until the last batch of ashes were buried in the ground.

King Gilneis, Duten's father in this world, Jean Greymane has been waiting for him for a long time, and when he saw his son appear in front of him with all beards and tails, Jean, who was in the prime of life, still came over with some excitement.

"Father's ......"

Duten knelt down on one knee, but was lifted up by Jean.

"Okay, okay, okay, worthy of my son, you did a good job."

Everything Du Teng did, he looked at his eyesight, and he was very optimistic about his son from before. Now I feel that this son is perfect, I don't know how many times better than the monster son of the Minahir family.

"Go down and rest, you have been on the front line since the beginning of the battle, and now you have cleaned up the battlefield, you have done a very good job, leave the rest to me."

Jean slapped Duten on the shoulder.

"Yes."

Du Teng nodded and bowed to leave.

He was indeed a little tired.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep for three days, his body can still bear it. But the previous battle, which lasted for more than ten days, and the battle with Alsace, consumed too much of his energy. The wound on his arm, in particular, comes from the corrosive power of Frost Sorrow, which keeps him in the constant struggle. It's also thanks to his own strong energy and high-level warrior, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it if he is someone else.

Leaving the main hall of the palace, he first went to the residence of the priesthood, and with the efforts of eight middle-level priests, he finally dispersed the undead power in his arms. During this period, a lot of holy water was consumed, otherwise with the strength of these priests alone, I am afraid that there would still be some strength.

This is also something that cannot be helped, the invasion of the undead army, in addition to the battle on the city wall, the battle in the city is also very fierce. The undead dominated the air, with hundreds of banshees and thousands of gargoyles invading from the air and storming the walls of the city.

These guys are not easy to deal with, gargoyles have rough skin and thick flesh, and their defenses are extremely strong. Banshee's bodies were in a state of semi-nothingness, and the damage inflicted on them by the sword was very limited. The Mage Corps and the Clergy Corps paid a great price to eliminate these guys.

Two of the Kingdom's only three senior priests were killed, and the remaining one is currently in a state of serious injury, at best out of danger. And the top of the mage group was killed and wounded, and the most powerful mage now was Arugao.

Speaking of Arugao...... Du Teng's thoughts suddenly spread.

The curse of the werewolf?

Although it has not yet been revealed, some legends have begun to circulate in the kingdom. He had heard the gossip in the Guards, but he hadn't had time to deal with them.

Now it seems that although he has not been able to take this opportunity to let the werewolf power come to the fore and become the main force to resist the army of the undead - thanks to the hundreds of holy light bombs made by the priesthood under the auspices of Du Teng, the footsteps of the undead have been delayed under the city walls and cannot endanger the kingdom - but Arugao's ambition is not so easy to eliminate, he may have tasted the sweetness brought by the werewolves, and the Burning Wood Village, which has lost contact outside, may have become a werewolf village.

Now that he was the most powerful magician in Gilneth, it was only a matter of time before he came to the forefront, given what Duten knew about him.

No, he has to be dealt with.

Du Teng will not allow his own existence in this life, and let the power of the werewolf continue to spread endlessly.

The curse of the werewolf must stop, and although the werewolf is powerful, it is not the right path after all. And the instability of this force is too strong, Du Teng came to this world to do something, and it is very important for him to have a stable rear, otherwise he would not be so desperate for this "unrelated" country.

Now that the army of the undead has retreated, perhaps their next target is Quel'Thalas, and Gilneth is safe for the time being, and the nail will be removed.

With this idea, Duten, who had left the priesthood, did not return to the palace where he lived, but walked towards the magic tower.

……

"Damn! Darn! ”

At the top of the magic tower, a man angrily smashed everything he could see into pieces.

This person is none other than the archmage Arugau, the most powerful magician in the kingdom of Gilneth today. Of course, he used to be at the bottom of the archmage, but this time the undead invasion killed all the high-level members of the mage tower, making him, the bottom of the goods, the strongest in the mage tower.

At this time, his eyes were red, and his whole person released a tyrannical aura.

He's going crazy.

After preparing for so long, his subordinates have accumulated hundreds of werewolves, just in time for such a big event as the undead invasion. He was ready to speak at the right time to let his little wolves live in the sun from now on. He has a way to control the werewolves, as long as the people of the entire kingdom become werewolves, then all of them become his pockets, and he can take the entire country without blood, and become the new king of this country.

However, it is a pity that his idea is good, but when he speaks, he is directly rejected by Prince Lim. The Holy Light Bomb that the other party took out was definitely the nemesis of the undead, much better than his werewolf plan. After all, everyone knows very well what the power of the Holy Light is, not only is it harmless to allies, but it even has the ability to heal injuries. And what about the power of werewolves? There is too much uncertainty.

For the rulers of the kingdom, what they need is stability rather than risk, and with more stable plans, fools will gamble on their lives.

Therefore, Arugao's proposal was not only rejected, but he himself was put on the watch list by the kingdom's higher-ups. Although all this is a secret thing, as an archmage, no matter how parallel he is, he is also an archmage, how can some eyes hidden in the shadows escape his detection?

At the thought of his own future, Arugao once again went on a rampage, destroying everything he could see, and not only that, but he also trampled all the debris on the ground into dregs, as if he could not relieve his hatred.

Arugao, who was going crazy, didn't notice that at this time, under the magic tower, there was a man who he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Duten, also known as Lim Greyman, is the prince of this kingdom and the first in line to the throne.

And the one who directly sabotaged his plans.

Du Teng came to the magic tower, because the war was closed, and the magicians also had very heavy repair work, so at this time, there were only three apprentice mages who guarded the magic. To put it bluntly, they are apprentices, at most they have mastered some more spells than apprentices, but they are not real mages.

The strength of the apprentice mage is very limited, and in front of Limu, there is no resistance at all. The status of the other party was also one of the reasons why they did not dare to provoke, so the three apprentice little mages were quickly tied up and handed over to the personal guards who followed closely. What awaits them will be a series of interrogations, and unless they can prove their innocence, they will be imprisoned for a long time.

After controlling the lower layer of the magic tower, Du Teng activated the teleportation array inside the magic tower, and instantly appeared on the fifth floor of the magic tower.

As soon as the magic array moved, Arugao above naturally had a sense, and without saying a word, he came to the fifth floor and saw Limu standing in the room, looking aimlessly through various codexes.

Although he wanted to bite the other party to death, Arugao still maintained his superficial deference.

"I don't know what His Royal Highness the Prince is doing here? Please let me know if you need it. ”

Arugao's performance made it impossible to see the tyranny of his smashing of the table and the big bench on the top floor.

Of course, Duten didn't know what Arugao was doing, but he was well aware of Arugao's future, so he just smiled.

"Is that so? Arugao is indeed a loyal magician of the kingdom, and in that case, I do have some requests, and I would like to borrow the severed head for use, and I hope you will agree. ”

Du Teng sneered and slowly pulled out the giant sword behind his back. (To be continued.) )