The content of yang energy in the blood of the Snowman King is too strong for Green Zombie, and if he eats too much, he is very likely to explode and die, so he can only suck a little bit every time, which is almost the amount of a bowl.

And this also proves Zhang Li's wisdom, not to kill the Yeti King, but to raise it and bleed slowly, otherwise I don't know how much I will waste with the intake of green zombies.

Green Zombie's strength is improving by leaps and bounds every day, he will sleep for a few hours if he drinks a little, and then drink a little more after digesting, because this blood food is too high-quality, Zhang Li almost watched the fluff on the surface of his skin begin to change from green to black, he had already absorbed the blood of a strong man of an ogre race before, and now with the Snowman King, it seems that it will not be long before he can see the sun.

At that time, Zhang Li will be able to have a very good fighter.

The dwarven captain had always wanted to come in and take a look, maybe he could help something, but he was refused, Lordaeron was deeply harmed by the undead here, they hated anything that was on the side of the undead, and it was not as easy to accept the profession of necromancer as it was in the Stormwind Kingdom, so Zhang Li didn't want to be seen by others and make it difficult to explain.

So they stayed here in the cave, and they stayed for several days, because Zhang Li was not in a hurry at all, it was impossible for the study of the werewolf curse to make progress, and the Battle of Aoshan had nothing to do with him, Anvina was only arrested in the seventies to summon Kil'Gardan, and now he didn't even reach the sixties, and he felt that he had time.

So it's okay to keep the green stiff.

So a few days passed, and when Zhang Li was bored holding a magic book and watching by the campfire, the Yeti King's violent roar suddenly came from inside the cave.

During this time, the Snowman King had already accepted his fate, and he couldn't die, and he couldn't resist, and he couldn't even refuse to eat, so Zhang Li would pull out his esophagus and pour water and food into it, in order to ensure that it didn't die.

So it can only survive, a few days ago the green zombie went to bite it and it still knew to call, but now it doesn't even bark, so this sudden hoarse scream seems so weird, Zhang Li They hurriedly ran over to check the situation.

I saw Midori lying on the Snowman King's chest, his sharp claws constantly scraping the Snowman King's left chest muscles, ignoring the blood splashes that he usually regarded as treasures, and looking at him as if he was digging something.

His eyes were blood-red, as if he was crazy, Zhang Li frowned and looked at him without interrupting, he knew that there must be a reason for things to go wrong, and Green Zombie should not make fun of his precious food, there must be a reason for him to do this.

So they watched as Green Zombie gouged out the Yeti King's heart, and bit down on the tip of the heart, and began to suck blood.

The Snowman King watched Green Stiff suck the blood of his heart, but he couldn't even move, he could only let out a terrible howl, and finally, his heart stopped beating, the Snowman King's neck crooked, and a strong man announced GG.

Zhang Li noticed that Green Zombie had sucked up too much more blood than usual, and it was also the blood in his heart with the strongest yang energy, he couldn't help but be a little worried, seeing that Green Zombie began to hold his stomach and wail, and the blood connection with him also continued to send painful messages, he was a little more worried.

But the green zombie refused to spit out the blood, Zhang Li guessed that this might be some kind of breakthrough he was making, thinking that it didn't matter if he lost a subordinate who could only travel at night anyway, so he didn't force him to vomit blood.

Then the green stiff struggled to run to his coffin, stumbling all the way, and finally lay flat in it, he also tried to close the coffin lid, but the severe pain made it difficult for him to control the force, in order to prevent him from breaking the coffin lid, Zhang Li helped him cover the lid.

Then everything was calm, except for the occasional wail from the coffin......

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In the middle of the Arathi Heights, there is a small mountain range, which is occupied by ogres.

Since the Orc War, ogres have been seen all over the world, and these fat men who do not produce produce live by hunting like snowmen, but they don't know how to protect the environment, they all gather together, and after eating all the prey in the mountains, they start to attack other forces.

The most unfortunate is the humans, because the ogre is in a critical position, the humans of Fort Riptide are not less taken by them for food, Garin Tolbairn, a prince who killed his father and usurped the throne, his father Solas was wise and martial, and was once the pride of Garin and the people of Fort Riptide, but Garin was puzzled by his father's efforts to help the Alliance, and eventually he murdered his father, but no one knows that he planned to kill his father.

After Soras's death, Garin became the leader of Riptide Castle, and he continued to help the Alliance, but only within his own power, not as his father did, and in the history of the game, a troll in Hammer Town wanted his family heirloom sword, and as a result, a group of adventurers called "The Player" killed him.

Later, Garin will be resurrected by the Forsaken, and eventually his crimes will be revealed, but this matter cannot be judged right or wrong, Garin just attaches more importance to his country than the alliance, which is a very normal thing, they all say that the family and the country are the world, and there is no home and no country, how can he help the world at the same time?

Garin will help the alliance to help humanity as much as possible, and if you look at King Greymane in Gilneis, this big guy doesn't sit idly by at all, and it's sunny when he's well, compared to Garin, it's much better.

Anyway, on Arathi's Ogre Mountain, a group of orcs surrounded a long-legged elf lady came over.

"Margsol, the king of the banshees and the leader of the Stonefist ogres, is in the mountains, and as long as you can control him, the tribe will be able to gain a foothold here. "An orc shaman is showing the way to Queen Xi, there is no respect for Queen Xi in his tone, now the orcs and the forsaken are at the stage of using each other, the orcs do not trust the forsaken, and the forsaken do not trust the orcs, they just need allies, and this mutual distrust will continue for a long time.

"yes, I see. "Queen Xi is a little absent-minded, and she responds casually.

"Wait a minute, we'll lure Margasor out, and then suddenly attack, you can take the opportunity to control him, but be quick, if it drags on for a long time, we will definitely be surrounded by ogre reinforcements, and then we will be dead. The orc shaman gave a thousand instructions, and Queen Xi nodded frequently, but her consciousness was obviously not here.

The orc shaman also observed her situation, and sighed helplessly, if this was his own chief, he would have reprimanded him for being distracted at this critical moment, the shaman as a wise man of the clan has the power to awaken the chieftain, but this is not his chieftain, but the leader of another force, he is not easy to speak.

So he could only repeat these words over and over again, hoping that she would listen.

"Okay, I see, you've said it many times. Queen Xi finally regained some consciousness and began to become impatient, and the orc shaman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Forgive me, Banshee King, we have to be cautious, we have heard that there are still some of our people in the depths of Arathi, and if we want to meet them, we must get through the ogre relationship, and it is also about whether we can establish ourselves here. ”

The old shaman didn't say anything, he heard that there were a lot of orcs in that group, and such a large number of clansmen could not walk under the noses of humans, and he needed ogres to attack nearby human cities, and it was better to destroy that city, so that the eyes of humans would be attracted to ogres, and his people would be safe.

As for the destruction of Fort Riptide and the disruption of contact between humans and the wetland refugee camp that were fighting against natural disasters, he didn't care, he didn't even care about the lives of those ogres, he only cared about his own people.

Perhaps it is for this reason that in the sixties, Margasor found the Crown of Will to break free from Queen Xi's control, and then began to fight against the Horde.