"It's all quiet for me, it's just some undead!"

Under the prince's loud rebuke, the army, which had begun to commotion a little, quickly calmed down due to the sight of a large crowd of undead. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's the benefit of the magic side world." Zhou You on the side sighed - no matter what unreasonable scene you encounter, you can quickly accept it, this has to be replaced by some dishes that have become civil servants in the army, I am afraid that the moment you see the dead come back to life, you will collapse....

Of course, that father country that fights with aliens every once in a while, and slaughtering gods and destroying stars is a trivial matter, is definitely not among them...

In just a few minutes of someone's thoughts, the prince had already prepared his troops, and after seeing him quickly give a series of orders to the heralds, he turned back and said to Zhou You.

"I have given an order according to your plan, and those who have been completely undead or dare to resist will be killed, but those who are still human and willing to be examined will still be separated for identification." The prince held a hammer that radiated brilliant light, and his eyes showed a firm conviction. "Then most of the army around me will be separated from me 'legitimately', and then I will send you an elite squad of escorts to clean up the undead, and then my own security will be weakened to a most dangerous level - so that I can lure out the mastermind behind it, as you say?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Zhou You touched his chest with one hand and saluted the prince - but in the shadows that the other party could not see, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

- In fact, according to the original plot, when the prince enters the city, Melganis will consciously jump out and talk nonsense and provoke, and there is no need for Arthas himself to find it - but after traveling around and seeing the Dreadlord Demon King, this cutscene is naturally ..... It's gone.

So just as he had planned, now, the prince had to follow his arrangement and go to find his enemies himself.

"But Your Highness, I think it's better for you to bring some guards, even for the sake of the kingdom...."Someone suddenly remembered his identity, hurriedly restrained his smile, and then pretended to be worried.

"I don't want to say the same sentence a second time." But as he expected, Arthas once again resolutely rejected the proposal. "And I'm a paladin anyway, although I'm not as strong as Uther, but I still have the ability to protect myself."

"So you just have to follow my orders, kill the undead in peace, and then be ready to listen to my orders at any time." Arthas raised his hammer and walked out of the formation without looking back, many soldiers tried to stop him, but he did not hesitate to push them away. "And before you worry about me, it's better for you to worry about yourself."

Worried about me? Why?

Zhou You, who heard this, was confused—but he soon understood what the prince meant.

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"I want to die....." Someone muttered weakly for the nth time. "It's okay if you don't bring milk in the next dungeon, anyway, I haven't seen milk a few times in the main god space for so many years, but why have I been getting mixed up more and more recently, and even my teammates are weird like this?"

"What are you talking about, Captain?" Hearing Zhou You's whispered complaints, Alan Heber, a High Elf mage who accompanied the army, asked with a smile, revealing three large shiny white fangs.

"No, nothing." Looking at the handsome face that was perfect to the extreme, Zhou You resisted the ugly desire to make a knife and replied listlessly.

"I swear by Muradin's beard that he must be suffering from alcohol deficiency syndrome, and he will be able to pour a glass of dwarven fire wine when he returns." In front of the tour, a rough and heroic voice suddenly sounded. "And I'm going to fill a barrel, or Aunt Nissa's special oak vat!"

"Who's going to drink that kind of thing that can be used as fuel when you put it in the engine and can be used as a ****** when you light a fire...."Someone felt a stomach ache after a stomachache. And Comrade Teklin Steeltongs, I want you to stop talking while you cut people, I just saw what looked like a piece of intestines falling into your mouth....."

"Won't it?" The rugged dwarf moved his mouth—Zhou You recognized the action as chewing—before he spoke, puzzled. "I don't feel the taste, is it because I have eaten too much smoked intestines in the past few days, so I even have a sense of taste..."

"Gross... Don't talk about it, it's getting more and more disgusting..."Zhou You swung his giant sword, casually slashed down a zombie that pounced on him, and said in pain. "I admit this kind of teammate on the stall, but even the weapon is so uncomfortable...."

The too short handle made him feel like he was being controlled by long weapons, and the wide blade made stabbing almost impossible - even though it was used to sweep and slash... And it's still quite easy to shoot people....

But not to be used is not to be used to it.

- Even though the Hundred Soldiers of the War God provided him with the ability to use any weapon, it was only 'manipulative', and he had to familiarize himself with more skills - but unfortunately, the two-handed greatsword was never on his training list....

Of course, he can also use the mimetic monster to conjure up a handy weapon - anyway, even the big sword in his hand refers to a tabula rasa equipment that comes from the barracks and has no attributes - but in this chaotic situation, especially when the elite and boss-level monsters have not yet appeared, he thinks it is better to keep some uses.....

Four chances may seem like a lot, but because different situations require different equipment, they are always used and gone...

"Be content, Captain Sariye." The golden-haired High Elf waved his hand, threw a sea of fire, and then said with a bold smile that the elves would never have. "Who said there wasn't a weapon in the army that you wanted? Steel guns? What's that? Knight's gun? Or an extended version of the Dwarven Musket? ”

"I grieve for your shallowness of insight, Yellow Hair.... Brat? Zhou You hesitated, a little confused about the conversion ratio of elven and human ages, but he quickly gave up on the irrelevant question. You can think of it as something like a spear... Well, well, I understand, you don't even know what a spear is, but.... Damn, I said, little yellow hair, can you put less fire? Or switch to spells and frost spells? It's hot enough around here, and if the fire gets bigger, everyone will have to be here together to become a roast suckling pig! ”

"I'm not a yellow hair, and I'm not a brat!" Alan Hebrew turned a deaf ear to the rumblings of the wanderer, and threw another fireball, blasting an empty field in the dense crowd of undead. "If you are human in age, I should be your grandfather's grandfather... Grandpa? Well, you have to call me your ancestor anyway! ”

"Ancestor, you are big!" Teklin Copperbeard, who had been charging at the front line, looked at his brown beard scorched by the fireball in distress, and yelled at the elven mage. "Can you still be on time?"

"Ahh.....h I'll wash it for you? The elven mage chuckled and chanted a spell, creating a balloon of water over the head of the dwarven warrior, then snapped it with a finger in his hand.

The dwarf who was drenched in a transparent air instantly became furious, and he picked up the big axe and wanted to find the mage desperately.

"Shut up!" Zhou You let out a loud shout, stopping the impending team scramble, and then suddenly said with a frown. "Be careful, I feel like something is coming..."

Just as Zhou You's words fell, a huge roar like a road roller suddenly sounded.

"Hmm... There is meat ..... meat hook ... Eat! ”