"For the Horde!"

The Sword Saint of the Black Rock Tribe roared, and then rushed into the battlefield as if he were dead. His demonic faith made him even risk his own life, and he unleashed his last strength and perished with his enemies!

"Woohoo! This madman! ”

Syllinox, who was rushing to kill in the crowd of beasts, glanced at the already crazy Black Rock Sword Saint, fluttered his wings in fright and ran away. He didn't want to touch his head, the Black Rock Sword Master had obviously burned his vitality, and the fighting energy in his body rolled out, and his combat power had risen to a higher level!

"You greedy for life and afraid of death."

Feng Fan stepped forward to be a cake, and Syllinox said confidently, "What's wrong?" Aren't you afraid of death? You're not afraid of you! ”

"Smack!"

Another cake slapped down, and at the same time, Feng Fan stretched out his left hand.

"Bring the gems!"

"Don't give it!"

"! You're a big liar, you take my things and don't help me work. Hurry up! If you don't go, return my gems! ”

Syllinox looks like a scoundrel and has made up his mind not to return the gem. Feng Fan, who was angry in the end, didn't say much, and kicked him directly towards the Black Rock Sword Saint.

"Damn you! Yes! It hurts me! ”

The Black Rock Sword Saint rushed towards Sillinox with his sword, and the long sword in his hand jumped and slashed down!

Hearing only the sound of "dang", the sword in the sword in the sword master's hand left a white sword mark on Syllinox's body.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

Then Syllinox screamed under the attack of the Sword Master, but he was not hurt at all, except for the white marks on his body, not even a single skin was broken.

"This strange thing, the body is so hard." Feng Fan muttered to himself.

After all, Syllinox is a dragon, and his physical strength is naturally not to be said, although his strength is weaker than that of the dragon, but it is not an ordinary attack that can hurt him.

So on the entire battlefield, only a black dragon was heard howling like a pig, and the sound was extremely miserable and very ugly, so that the human alliance wanted to cut him down with a sword.

The Black Rock Sword Saint didn't last long, and he soon died of blood all over his body when he burned his vitality, which was very miserable, but when he died, he laughed loudly and called out his lord very reverently.

When the battle was over, Feng Fan saw Arthas kneeling on one knee, looking very painful.

"What's wrong?"

Walking forward, Feng Fan patted Arthas on the shoulder, only to find that the man seemed to be sobbing silently.

"Dead, all dead, all these people were killed by that demon. I had promised Timmy that I would bring our compatriots home, but now, these people ......" in a low tone, and Arthas looked at the corpses of the human villagers everywhere and blamed himself.

Once again, the young prince fell into guilt for his self-blame, and the frustration in his heart grew heavier.

"Hey, Arthas, you have to understand that war inevitably kills, and there is no way around it." Feng Fan understands that these things are a very heavy blow to the fledgling Alsace, just like him at the beginning, in order to survive, can he really do whatever it takes to let blood stain his hands?

Facts have proved that people are forced out, and when faced with life and death decisions, those so-called principles and bottom lines will fall again and again until you can survive. Sad, nothing more than this, those things that you insist on, one day you will suddenly find that they are not farts!

"Cheer up! Big man, did this knock you down? "Feng Fan is not the kind of person who will comfort people.

"I'm fine."

Arthas rose from the ground and shook his long hair. As he said that, there was a longing in his eyes, a desire for great power.

In Uther's camp, many soldiers cheered in unison for the victory. But Artace was a little pale, and he was not at all happy.

"Teacher, that evil sword master really seems to be performing some kind of ritual, are they summoning demons?" Saying that, Arthas remembered what Feng Fan told him, and he felt that maybe what Feng Fan said was true.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's just a dead tradition of their tribe. His so-called demon was defeated by us many years ago, Arthas, go and rest, I don't think you're in very good shape. ”

Uther was ready to evacuate the camp and return to the capital to report to the king.

The war came to an end, and Feng Fanfang Xiaona and Arthas returned together and recuperated in the human city-state for two weeks.

In the past two weeks, Feng Fan has continued to use his mind to control the Qinghe Sword, and what makes him happy is that after continuous tempering, his mind has gradually become strong enough to resist those powerful souls in the Qinghe Sword, and Feng Fan has also stepped into the threshold of the imperial sword technique. He could now use his mind to control the Qinghe Sword flying back and forth within three zhang of his body, which made him excited. It's just a preliminary control, but it's a good start.

The black dragon Hillinox also followed Feng Fan into the human city-state, because Feng Fan governed him, this strange thing was also a little more restrained, and he didn't make any trouble in the city, plus with the face of Alsace, the residents of the city turned one eye open, closed one eye, and didn't say anything.

After two weeks of recuperation, Arthas seemed to have escaped from the shadow of that battle.

Just when Feng Fan and the others were resting in the human city-state, a very far away place from the coast of Lordaeron, more than a dozen huge ships rowed across the waves and rode the wind.

"It's been two weeks, and it's still an endless sea."

Guo Wei stood on the deck of the ship and said boringly, as far as his eyes could see, there was boundless seawater.

"From the eastern continent to Kalimdor in the west, it is too far away, and our ships will have to sail for at least more than a month to arrive, and if there is any storm or shipwreck on the way, it is estimated that the arrival time will be delayed."

Thrall stood on the deck, talking to Surin and the others.

Suddenly, strong winds rose and torrential rain fell from the sky. The sea between heaven and earth seemed to be furious, and began to beat huge waves. A strong storm was blowing from the sky, and in the boundless sea, more than a dozen huge ships were like boats in a strong wind, ready to be overturned by the waves at any moment.

"Chief! The storm is coming! An orc soldier shouted in the pouring rain.

"Let's get into the cabin!"

Soon, the people on deck were in the cabin, but the storm outside intensified, and it seemed to be able to scrape their ship to pieces!

"No, such a violent storm can no longer go on, we must find a harbor to hide, otherwise the ship will not last long!" Sal felt the ship moving with the waves, and couldn't help but say.