"Poof!"

A young man dressed in a gorgeous costume knew at a glance that it was a young man from a big family who was directly pierced by a long knife, and his entire body was almost split in two, until he died, he still couldn't believe that he didn't die in the beast tide, but died in the hands of his own kind.

"Young Master!"

The protector beside the young man let out a terrible scream, and he was careless for a moment, only caring about fighting the demonic beast, and did not expect that the young man like his own child would die like this.

It was not the army of mutant Warcraft that attacked, but some humans who had been completely frightened. At this moment, they knew that there was no hope of survival, and finally played their part as Iroh expected, and began to kill wildly, spreading panic and bursting out the darkness of human nature.

In the escape, since the first kill has been started, there will naturally be a second and third ......

The fighting spirit in the body of a bearded mercenary was stimulated to the extreme, and while avoiding the predation of the demonic beast behind him, his eyes were red and his face was hideous, and he slaughtered the same clan in front of him with a knife.

"Don't get in the way of Lao Tzu!"

He was crazy, and his selfish dark humanity burst out, killing all his fellow people in his way along the way, just so that he could escape faster.

The entire First City of Steel has been in chaos, and the decline is irreversible, and many strong people who hope to save the defeat again have also given up, and they have also begun to flee, no longer resisting this boundless beast tide.

The last of the resisters had given up, and the First City of Steel was directly overwhelmed by the infinite tide of beasts!

The entire city was reduced to a flesh harvesting ground, and patches of flesh and blood were as mud as bad as a rain, and the ground was rapidly covered with bones, flesh, bones, and broken corpses and organs.

What happened just now only served as a trigger, and it led to a direct chaos among the people of the whole city.

On the way to escape, there are more and more phenomena of slaughtering and betraying the same clan, even if the sea of Warcraft recedes now, just with these red-eyed people, they can exterminate themselves!

"Well, I remember the saying that said, 'The more people I've met, the more I like dogs'?"

Ielo and Blue Descartes stood at the top of the city, all in sight, and the former's voice was full of banter and disdain for all the humanoids in this world.

Blue Descartes also shrugged slightly: "This is nature, and there is no way to change it." ”

"Yes, although it cannot be denied that there are some people who make exceptions, but most people do...... Hopelessly. ”

Iroh smiled and no longer looked down, instead turning his gaze to the north.

"Speaking of which, Delan should have arrived at the side, right? The talent of the resurrected golden dragon seems to be very suitable for hurrying......"

Not to mention Ailuo for the time being, now the whole city has turned into Shura Hell, there are killings all the time, people are fighting, but they have lost most of their strength, just with every handful of people who are completely unorganized, they can't stop the surge of the beast tide at all.

"Ahh

Many people were screaming, their voices were terrible, full of despair and attachment to life. The people of this city have been completely destroyed, and now they are like stubble of wheat, falling to the ground, quickly harvested by the tide of beasts.

There are demonic beasts in all directions, endless beast tides, and countless seas of demonic beasts are swallowing the city, like a giant beast that is destroying the world, eating and destroying, and everyone has no escape!

"I surrender! I surrender! I just ask the Lord of the Nuclear Sanctuary to spare my life!"

Finally, under the strong psychological pressure and endless slaughter, these people could no longer hold on, and the protection in their hearts was completely lost.

They threw away their armor and knelt on the ground, with only fear in their eyes, and they felt extreme fear when they saw the sea of demonic beasts that filled the earth around them.

Tagawi City did not surrender, so all the people died, they naturally heard about it, and did not want to become the second Tagawi City, so now in order to survive, they plan to surrender.

Unfortunately, their wish was disappointed. These demonic beasts did not give up killing, and continued to devour, slaughtering these people quickly, falling in pieces.

"Why ......"

They couldn't figure it out, but Blue Descartes was sneering.

The goal of this Warcraft army is no longer to conquer, but to bring blood, death, and destruction!

After taking over the Nuke Sanctuary and the Northland Kingdom, Iroh doesn't need slaves now, all he needs is to make a name for himself and use boundless killing to forge the invincible momentum of the Tokamaks returning to the world!

Don't think it's bloody and cruel, in fact, to the gods, it's nothing.

Iroh knows some things between the gods, and in order to compete for his own interests, even the gods of the light camp have done heinous things, not to mention the gods of the dark camp.

For example, Ilnessis, the god of light, who is committed to maintaining the rule of the gods and showing no mercy to evil, once called on believers to launch a campaign called "Holy Judgment" at the beginning of the glorious era, killing only one third of the dark races in the land of the western continent.

For example, Cappadocia, the god of justice, also sent an oracle with the acquiescence of the god of light to order believers to purge the unbelievers.

and the eternal god Rod Mano, who has always advocated education without class and leniency towards people, actually interfered with the dark races of the Eastern Continent in a way that was almost brainwashing......

As for the god of darkness, it goes without mentioning. During the War of the Gods, in order to weaken the strength of the light camp, he even did not hesitate to launch a curse and completely exterminate several races.

The essence of the gods is the same, that is, interests are above all else! The camps are different, and it is only because there are innate differences.

"I'm fighting with you devils!"

In the silent killing, everyone finally bloomed their last glory, lost the hope of life, and they burst out with great power, trying to bring the demonic beasts to the burial, but it was just a dream.

In the end, the entire city was slaughtered, and all that was left was the boundless tide of black beasts. They all prostrate themselves on the ground, prostrating themselves in the direction of the outside of the city, as if to pay their greatest respect.

Because there, Iroh was wandering casually, walking among the corpses that littered the ground!

At the same time, hundreds of miles away is the homeland of the Kingdom of the Northlands.

"The resentment of the lost country will not only entangle people, but also things. ”

Reborn as an eighteen-year-old boy, the King of the Northlands is now standing silently above the wasteland, his men still loyal to him. And in front of him, there was a sword.

"The Sword of the King of the Northland...... You're still here. ”

The golden dragon Ozevinia looked at the man in front of him quietly and did not speak.

Although it was not easy for her to activate the talent "Cave Abyss" and directly cross hundreds of miles, her body was not a living body in the full sense of the word, but a state between life and death.

Loss of taste, inability to eat, lack of body temperature, and a body that looks like a zombie in addition to being better looking - that's the price it takes to get a new life.

However, the good thing is that the body doesn't feel tired anymore.

She knew the name of the sword. When she was still a real living being, she had seen Deran wearing it many times.

Mirage: Frostfang

The sword of the king of the Northland, Frosttooth has experienced fourteen masters, and each one is the king of the Northland. It has more than a thousand notches on its sword – each of which represents a battle.

The latest one was carved with a dragon's claw. Now only a small half was faintly visible—the blade had been broken.

She knew that the sword of the King of the Northland was buried beneath Winterfell. It is said that when the northern part of the Western Continent was not yet a wasteland, the mirage of Winterfell was often seen—some were scenes of war, some were snowy, and some claimed to have seen dragons besieging the city.

Even now, when everything is in the wasteland, Delan can still sense the will on the sword.

Those scenes are all experienced by Frostfang, who is both a sword and "many" at the same time. In the mirage it constructs, it plays the role of civilians, soldiers, officials, and even intruders—all of whom once existed in real life.

This has been repeated for an unknown number of years.

No one knows what makes such a blade, and when it falls to the ground, it is as if a city was created out of nothing. And when it is held, it is full of snow and rumbling war drums.

In the lonely illusion, busy residents, fighting soldiers, and broken swords on the throne are all calling for a name.

"Terain Roya. ”

And farther away from Deresa, there was a pale that didn't match the dim tone of the wasteland.

This is the other group that Delan has found, his long-lost subordinates.

Its name: March of the Dead - Snowstorm.

Snowstorms are a very common phenomenon in the Northlands, like the Black Storm in the desert, snowstorms are known as the White Death and have always been feared by caravans passing through the Northlands.

The people of the Northland are not afraid of snowstorms, and for them, the snowstorm is more like a symbol of the Northland, representing their bravery.

This is where the Snowstorm Legion takes its name.

In the Battle of Intramuros, the Snowstorm Legion was almost completely wiped out, but no one can say that they were useless. It is rumored that the emperor of the Dragon Yan Empire at the time once sighed, "If we also have such an army, why do we need the help of the Dragon Clan." ”

The fall of the Snowstorm Legion brought with it an untold number of spirits, all of whom shared the same obsession, so after hundreds of years of accumulation and the King's convocation, the Snowstorm became a twisted collection of undead souls that could manipulate thousands of bones and not fear death, and only the death of the "Snowstorm" could put an end to the undead.

When Delan and his subordinates found the "Snow Storm", even if more than 10,000 years had passed, the first and only emotion that this collective could express was-

Die for you, king.