After sleeping for less than two hours, Yang Long woke up automatically, and Yijing had almost recovered the physical strength consumed in a day.

However, Yang Long did not practice magic with the previous yiyàng, but set off on his way, heading due west of the barren land.

What made Yang Long change his habits was an abrupt sense of crisis, as if there was a huge danger in fǎngfo, which was slowly approaching.

Although such a sense of crisis is far from the level before he saw Alsace in the capital of Lordaeron ** years ago, it also makes Yang Long unsettled and very uncomfortable" "Please search, the novel is better and faster!.

However, after Yang Long hurried overnight and arrived at Difāng, more than 20 kilometers away, when the sky was slightly bright the next morning, the sense of crisis still weakened.

"It seems that there is trouble coming to the door!" "The sixth sense of the martial artist, méiyou once made a mistake, Yang Long vaguely arrived, he yijing was quietly targeted by the shime people, or the shime forces.

Since you can't get rid of it, Nàme simply waits for the other party to appear!

After weighing it for a while, Yang Long made this decision, lit a bonfire, and waited for the arrival of the enemy.

The guy who was secretly hostile also disappointed him, and as Shijiān passed, the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger, and at this moment, Yijing was very juliè, which made Yang Longdu gǎnjiào slightly tightened.

The sixth sense of the martial artist is also constantly issuing warnings, giving Yang Long a premonition that he will be attacked at any time, and it is obvious that there is a hostile enemy, and he is very close to him.

However, whether it is a perception range of more than 1,000 meters, or an accurate perception distance of more than 100 meters. The appearance of any creature aura made Yang Long's heart sink suddenly.

Obviously, this hostile guy is also a master who is proficient in concealment, and he can't recognize the other party's wèizhi, which means that Yang Long was preempted by the other party.

This is really not shime good news!

"Damn! I hate sneaky guys!" scolded secretly in his heart, Yang Long seemed to relax casually, but in fact, his whole body was in a tense state, and he could fight back in different ways at any time according to the emergency.

It's a pity that the hidden enemy seems to see Yang Long's vigilance. And méiyou are in a hurry to attack. Instead, he waited quietly, so that Yang Long's attention to this opponent rose a few steps.

It takes a lot of physical strength to maintain a state of full alertness. Although Yang Long has the stamina of a sixth-order guardian warrior. But after two hours of constant vigilance. Still gǎnjiào was a little unbearable, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

And even so, the lurking enemy remained unmoved. Yang Long, who was lacking in physical strength on the surface, but actually used the holy light to recover, was a little helpless.

Judging from the current situation, this opponent, who is not even sure of its existence, will definitely not show up until Yang Long completely gives up his guard, or his physical strength is exhausted.

Faced with this kind of opponent who punched in the air, had no way to start with his empty strength, and didn't even know where the opponent was, Yang Long sprouted a retreat for the first time in his history and began to think about how to leave this place quickly.

However, it seems that in the dark, there is an invisible monitor who doesn't want Yang Long to leave, just when Yang Long was about to jump up and quickly evacuate, the breath of three fourth-order creatures, Turán entered the range of perception and walked in the direction of Yang Long.

"Huh?" This turán change made Yang Long stop his upcoming action, and after thinking for a while, he had a new plan.

Although these three breaths belong to shime creatures, but judging from the experience of Yang Long, these shijiān are definitely not shime-friendly creatures.

As long as these creatures approached, no matter how they reacted, it would undoubtedly be much easier for Yang Long to either evacuate or lure the enemy in the shadows to appear.

Therefore, Yang Long was silent on the surface, but actually adjusted his state slightly, and quietly activated the holy light again, restored his physical strength to a full state, and waited for the arrival of the three fourth-order creatures.

The range of perception is only a distance of more than a thousand meters, so Yang Long does not wait for many shijiān.

In less than ten minutes, three ogres who were five or six meters tall, with pale huángsè skin, holding stones and stone sticks in their hands, and exuding a foul smell all over their bodies, appeared in front of Yang Long.

Ogres are creatures that didn't originally exist in Azeroth, they came here with the orc armies from other shijiè and tongguo dark gates during the orc wars nearly a hundred years ago.

Therefore, although there are certain differences between ogres in different regions because of decades of reproduction, the general appearance of this population is not too different.

The ogres of the Barren Lands are smaller than their compatriots in the Arathi Highlands, and their average height is more than a meter shorter, and the difference in their living environment makes them develop the habit of throwing stones in addition to using homemade stone hammers.

Now the three ogres, two of whom were holding three or four stones, each half a meter in diameter, shouted and threw the stones in their hands after seeing Yang Long, who was sitting in front of the extinguished bonfire.

Whew....

The advantage of size and height makes these already heavy and hard stones have an even greater impact, even if Yang Long is smashed, even if he is not seriously injured, vomiting three liters of blood is inevitable.

"I'm grass!" Yang Long scolded, his face suddenly gloomy, his right hand slapped the ground under him, and his body jumped high with the help of his strength, flying seven or eight meters high to avoid the stones, and then swooped down towards the three ogres.

Bang bang bang ...

Stones larger than a washbasin struck the bonfire one after another, smashing the hard ground into depressions and splattering the burnt charcoal everywhere.

Yang Long, who was in the middle of the fall, saw that there was a hidden enemy, appearing in the flowing charcoal ash, and was slightly disappointed in his heart, so he immediately took out his two-handed big sword from the space ring and slashed it fiercely at the ogre.

"Woooo Picked up the huge stone hammer and struck it diagonally upward, trying to concentrate Yang Long first.

It's a pity that for Yang Long, who has killed hundreds of ogres, this kind of fighting style that has not changed for thousands of years, Yijing is completely méiyou any wēixié, in the previous battles, Yang Long already had several ways to deal with it.

"Hmph!" with a disdainful sneer, Yang Long's falling speed suddenly accelerated, and he first brushed the other party's body before the ogre attacked.

Laugh at!

Ogre in the sound of a soft sound. Dancing the body of the stone hammer. Turán stiffened suddenly, and then on its ugly skull, a clear line of blood appeared on Turán.

Hiss....

In the blink of an eye, a stream of blood gurgled like a stream. Shot out of the blood line wèizhi. The ogre's massive body. Tilted limply forward, and fell heavily to the ground.

And this shihou, Yang Long is also after landing. Taking a deep breath and stepping forward, he quickly approached the other two ogres more than ten meters away.

In order to show a large lack of physical strength, when Yang Long fell from the sky, his feet were deliberately weak and almost fell to his knees, and the speed of the sprint was also greatly insufficient.

If the other party does not appear yet, Yang Long will continue to move forward without stopping after killing the ogre, and then run without stopping for a moment until the sense of crisis disappears.

When the two ogres saw their companions being killed, they immediately became furious, and the remaining stones in their hands were thrown towards Yang Long.

However, in Yang Long's Z-shaped sprint, these stones completely lost their accuracy and smashed into Yang Long's wèizhi half a second ago, and Méiyou touched one of his hairs, but was bullied by Yang Long to get closer.

"Woooo

At the same moment, Yang Long stopped his steps, fell down with a slip under his feet, and after reacting in time, he paused for half a second before dodging the palm of the ogre on the left, and his toes were on the back of his hand, and he jumped to the ogre on the right with a sweat.

"Damn fellow, don't you want to make a move?" Secretly scolding in his heart, Yang Long grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, like a javelin, and stabbed straight into the ogre's head.

Laugh at!

Only the head of the fourth-order ogre, completely unable to defend against the sharp blade thrust, was instantly pierced by the big sword, and Yang Long pulled it out twice "with great effort" before pulling the big sword out of the monster's skull.

The ogre's eyes on the left side were bloodshot, and he rushed towards him without dodging or dodging, Yang Long had just jumped up, and he was hit head-on by the ogre's head, and the big sword undoubtedly went deep into it, killing the ogre in an instant.

However, Yang Long pretended to be weak in order to be auspicious, and before he had time to react, he was also violently pushed by the ogre, and his body was thrown backwards uncontrollably, and his whole body was sore because of this impact.

"Isn't this coming? It seems that it can only..."The thought of leaving just rose in Yang Long's heart, and the alarm from the sixth sense burst out: "Not good!"

Hiss!

A faint white light flashed behind Yang Long, and a jet-black dagger with a deep lusè luster stabbed towards his left side of the ribs, and the angle was delicate and exquisite.

The sixth sense talent generated an alarm, and that dagger pierced the inscription leather armor on Yang Long's body, and he could even reach the chill that came from the tip of the dagger.

At the critical moment, Yang Long no longer hid his strength, and while forcibly twisting in the air and sweeping out his right arm, a wisp of cold mist flashed in the palm of his left hand at the same time, and the ice shield that was no bigger than the size of his palm, but the texture was extremely solid, stuck to Yang Long's skin, blocking the front of the sharp dagger.

Ding~Click!

The crisp sound of metal accompanied by the sound of breaking the ice clearly sounded in Yang Long's ears, and the dagger that had exhausted his remaining strength bounced high, and under the sweeping attack of Yang Long's right arm, a thin figure appeared from the air, and after a sensitive backflip, it fell steadily to the ground.

Yang Long, who had escaped the catastrophe, fell in his center of gravity, staggered a few steps before he could stand firmly, raised his head and just glanced at the enemy, and then he was shocked by surprise, and just wanted to speak but there was a feeling of numbness under his ribs.

Obviously, the opponent's attack was not completely ineffective, blocking the fatal blow of Shihou, Yang Long also suffered a skin injury, allowing the venom on the dagger to more or less invade the body.

"Poisonous?!" Yang Long shouted, this time not pretending.

In just a few seconds, half of Yang Long's body quickly lost consciousness, making him unable to help but break out in a cold sweat. With his physique that can resist the plague, but if he breaks a little skin, it will be like this, if he is completely stabbed, isn't this shihou directly dead?

And the figure that attacked Yang Long was mistakenly eaten and wise, and the figure that was originally about to disappear again, because of his roar, after taking a few steps back again, looked Yang Long up and down with a sneering gaze.

Taking advantage of this shijiān, Yang Long also secretly called on the holy light. After eliminating the venom that was spreading in the body. Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief, looking up and down at the enemy on the opposite side, and the horror in his heart quickly calmed down.

"Are you a natural calamity undead?" Yang Long thought for a moment and asked with some uncertainty. After asking, it was a little funny. Ruguo is a scourge of the dead. They will definitely not answer his questions.

The reason why Yang Long had doubts was because the sneak attacker who almost killed him was exposed to his limbs and face outside the tattered leather armor. It's like a corpse that has been reborn from a plague.

The severely shrunken body was less than 1.6 meters tall, and most of the skin and muscles were lost in the two arms that held the dagger, revealing the white bones underneath.

On the skull where the hair almost fell off, the skin was dry and black, and the two rows of teeth on Méiyou's lips showed a gray feeling that would only be born after a long time of burial, and the black sockets of Méiyou's eyes actually gave Yang Long the illusion that he was being watched.

"Idiot!" the undead scolded expressionlessly, and the two rows of teeth did not move, but he made a clear voice, and he did not know where the voice came from: "It seems that it is not the Alliance, the Alliance is so stupid." ”

The undead creature was quite human, shaking his head and sighing, and the two daggers swirled in the dry palms of his hands, and disappeared from the top to the bottom of his belt, a palm-sized waist pouch.

The strange difāng of the undead creature is that the two daggers of the undead creatures, which are more than twenty centimeters long, are placed in the waist bag of less than ten centimeters, and there is no problem with them.

It's like you've put it in a space ring!

This thought suddenly jumped into Yang Long's mind, and the figure of a crowd that had begun to arouse his great interest not long after Yang Long entered this shijiè gradually coincided with the thin undead in front of him.

"Adventurer?!" Yang Long shouted in disbelief: "How can the adventurer actually have an undead natural disaster!"

Because of the experience of mercenaries in his previous life, Yang Long has a very strong interest in adventurers, who take money to do things, and are very powerful professionals who ignore most of the forces.

In those historical facts where adventurers appeared, every adventurer of different inheritance has an iconic item, that is, a waist bag like a space ring!

But those adventurers, absolutely méiyou are in front of them now, and they are completely like a corpse, which will make Yang Longyi shijiānméiyou think of that.

"Ignorant human!" to Yang Long's sigh, the undead calamity, or the adventurer with the appearance of the undead calamity, and méiyou denied Ziji's identity, sneered disdainfully, turned around and prepared to leave.

Although this adventurer looked down on Yang Long very much, from the strength that Yang Long showed just now, as well as his later magical talent, the adventurer also mingbái, this human being, was not easy to kill.

For adventurers, they are absolutely unwilling to spend their efforts on the interests of méiyou, they misunderstood Yang Long's identity before, so they will follow and prepare for an ambush, and now after mingbái knows the truth, it doesn't want to deal with this "no common sense" human at all.

However, if it wants to let go of this matter, it does not mean that Yang Long will end it casually, and as soon as the adventurer turned around, Yang Long, who came back to his senses, scolded loudly: "Wait!"

"Something?" the adventurer asked, tilting his head.

"Do you think that if you attack me, you can just walk away?" Yang Long quickly calmed down and said indifferently.

Ever since this adventurer appeared in shape, Yang Long's perception was keenly aware that judging by this guy's aura, it had probably reached the level of the seventh order.

Ruguo, an adventurer, is too powerful, and Yang Long doesn't want to mess with them who are "very terrifying" in the legend, but with Yang Long's current strength, the average méiyou who has reached the top level of the twelfth order will not necessarily nénggouwēixié to his life.

In such a situation, ruguo he can still endure humiliation, nàme he is not Yang Long!

"Oh?nàme, what do you want?" the adventurer asked, raising his voice and seeming to be a little amused.

"I want your life!" Yang Long said lightly with an expressionless face.

"Uh" The adventurer was very obviously stunned, and then looked at Yang Long for a while, and Turán laughed loudly: "Haha! haha!"

Yang Long didn't say anything about the adventurer's reaction, just quietly watched the other party lean forward and close back, completely méiyou opened his mouth but let out a loud wild laugh, and a scorching battle intent faintly rose in his heart.

"Hahaha, do you think that with your sixth-order superior strength, you can kill me?" The adventurer laughed for a full two minutes before gradually calming down, and sneered at Yang Long, his voice full of contempt: "Even if it's a battle mage, it doesn't make any difference!"

The adventurer's words made Yang Long's heart first tighten, and then relaxed.

The reason for the tightness in his heart was that the adventurer actually said accurately that Yang Long had the true highest rank, and the reason why the adventurer did not seem to have the strength and holy light of the adventurer.

"Oh, I'm so scared!" Yang Long said in a strange voice, and then added, "Adventurer, hmph! I want to try!"

"Okay!ruguo, you want to find death!nàme" The adventurer said half a sentence gloomily, his figure darkened, and the voice more than twenty meters away had not yet fallen, and at the same time it sounded behind Yang Long: "You just die!" )