"Whoo~Whew~Whew~"

Since leaving Lordaeron, Alsace has lived a fulfilling day, opening his way to drive away wild beasts during the day and a series of quality education to learn at night.

On the first day, Arthas was still worrying about what to do with the blisters of blood worn out on his feet, and two months later, he was able to stab a monster that was not weak with the face of the long sword in his hand without changing color.

Poor Alsace got up early and worked late every day, and in the end he was not ashamed of the illegal use of child labor, but the requirements for Alsace became higher and higher, which is the right to be a teacher.

Of course, this also has to be Arthas's willing, if the mud wants to stay honestly on the ground, no matter how much Chu Ci helps, he can't support the wall.

During the two-month trek, Chu Ci, Zixuan, Wei Lan, and Arthas smuggled from Lordaeron to the southern continent, and along the way, they saw large and small orc troops capturing humans from time to time, and some orc tribes gradually migrated to the middle of the continent.

Between the steep hills and low grasslands, a long group of men and horses are slowly walking along the path, including orc families with their families in tow, warriors riding on war beasts, and warlocks sitting in animal carts, occasionally looking out through the car window, and the outermost circle of strong orc males, this is a typical migratory small tribe, they can't take the big tribes, so they can only advance towards the ironforge and the barren hills of the northern part of the continent, looking for soil to thrive.

The most conspicuous thing is that among the crowded orc civilians, there are also hundreds of human captives, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and they are poorly dressed.

The migration procession of the small tribe of orcs was long and slow, and it seemed that they were about to cross the last hill and come to the gentle wasteland, when suddenly there was a slight sound on the small hill to the left of the group, and then a dull and low sound.

A bright golden-haired head emerged from the top of the hill, it was a young and immature face, looking at the panicked orc warriors at the foot of the mountain, that face showed a trace of fear, but then it was replaced by a resolute and belligerent expression, only to see the owner of the small face suddenly stood up, sat down and carried him to the hill, unfolded in front of the orc's eyes, like a newborn sun.

The horse trampled on the edge of the hill, and the young man looked up with a clear roar, and the long sword in his hand swung forward.

"Knight, charge!"

The deafening sound of horses' hooves kicking instantly reached the ears of everyone present, and then one after another black figures appeared at the top of the hill.

Black clothes and black guns, black horses neighing, like a reef!

The next moment, without any hesitation, without any preparation, not even a slogan, all the Death Knights rushed straight down.

The flat spear continued to form a wave of destruction, and the tip of the armor-piercing crystal energy spear flashed with sharp light.

The horseshoe kicks, the knight is silent!

There was no shouting, no fanaticism, under the leadership of the leading teenager, there were only so many 300 people, but they stepped out of the momentum of thousands of troops!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The orcs gathered in formation, guarding the left side of the group, wielding huge heavy weapons in their hands, fangs bared, and roaring loudly, trying to force the cavalry charge with their physical superiority.

"Draw your gun!" According to the orc defense line, when there were still three hundred meters left, the young man gave a rational and decisive order.

The Death Knight freed his left hand, shaped like a man, and pulled out the upgraded Death Bolt from behind, aimed it directly in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

Rumble~~~

Three hundred shots were fired almost at the same time, and the sounds were superimposed together, like a flat thunder explosion!

The orcs in the first two rows were directly knocked over, and there were no more than three hundred orcs lying down. The distance was closer, two hundred meters, the gunfire started again, and three hundred orcs fell again, and a hundred meters, the gunfire began again, and the death knight lived up to his name, calm, decisive, and brought death to the enemy, until he was about to engage in close combat, and the death knight withdrew the death withering gun.

Three rounds of firing directly knocked the orc's defense line to pieces.

One after another, the aura floated from under the hooves of the death knights, and the aura of war trampling suddenly fell on all the knights, and Alsaston felt that his blood was boiling, and his power was endless.

More than a hundred orcs were picked on the tip of the spear like a skewer, and their chests ran back and forth, and blood flowed down the body of the spear, and the tragic scene made the orc's momentum even more sluggish.

Instantly tore through the orc's broken defense line, like a poisonous snake coming out of the cage, and immediately disturbed the orc tribe.

Swords were raised at the same time, flesh and blood were flying, and in just a moment's effort, seven or eight hundred figures fell, including human captives and orcs, but there were no death knights.

Shouting and roaring, the huge casualties made the orcs red-eyed, and the tragic fight reached a high in an instant, all the brave and fierce orcs went forward one after another, the sound of attacks came and went, risking the risk of spears breaking into the body, and rushed forward to attack the encirclement of the death knights, and the heat of the blood seemed to make the surrounding temperature rise a lot.

However, on the hill where the Death Knight charged, there was a scene that was incompatible with this tragic battlefield, Chu Ci stood there coldly, watching his creation surrounded by thousands of orcs, falling into a bitter battle, and the lovely little disciple Arthas was blocked behind the death knight.

"Husband, are you just watching Al fight like this?" Zixuan curled the ends of her hair with her fingers and asked softly.

"Calm down, I'll give him five hundred death knights, let's see what he does." Chu Ci was not worried at all, Arthas made his own choice, and he had to bear it with blood.

A few minutes ago, Chu Ci and the others inadvertently ran into the orc migration team, and the human captives among the orcs who were in danger of being in danger attracted everyone's attention.

"Teacher!" Alsace looked at Chu with anger and anticipation.

"Where are we now?" Chu Ci asked rhetorically.

"The Dan Ogas Hills, an enclave between Fort Ironforge and Lokmodan." Arthas replied subconsciously, his eyes suddenly darkened.

That's right, even if you save them here, you won't have time to send them back to the northern continent, and you can only save people for a while, if you let the orc troops.

"You want to save?" Chu Ci asked again.

"I'd love to, but I know I can't." Alsasson paused, bowed his head in reply.

"You want to save?" Chu Ci continued to ask.

Arthas looked up: ""

"If you want to save it, you can save it, and you are afraid of any cause and effect." Chu Ci touched his chin, regardless of Zixuan's strange gaze, it was rare to be domineering in front of the little apprentice, "If you want to save it, go down directly, and everything will be borne by the teacher!" ”

Arthas was stunned for a moment, Chu Ci flicked his fingers, the alchemy array flickered into a formation, and the death knight who summoned five hundred black swords and black spears in his breath swept Arthas's head with his big hand, and patted the little man's shoulder.

"Go ahead!"

Arthas happily climbed onto the pony that Chu Ci had prepared for him, drew his sword and waved: "Charge!" ”

Five hundred death knights formed a battle formation, protecting Arthas's left and right, the armor-piercing crystal can spear levelly, and the horses' hooves are like thunder! (To be continued.) )