Sitting quietly at the wooden table with his eyes closed, Yang Long breathed steadily and breathed long, and only slowly opened his eyes a few hours later, when the sun hung over the city again. Sniffing the room that has not yet dispersed, Bridget's unique body fragrance, sighed softly.

"After such a week's hard work, it's still a little unbearable!" Feeling the tiredness in his body, Yang Long thought about the plan in his mind, and muttered to himself, "Take a little time, adjust your state to the peak, and then set off for Dalaran." ”

Glancing at Bridget's stay, there was a map of central Lordaeron and eastern Lordaeron, which had a route from Andorhar to the bottom of the Alterac Mountains, then over the mountains into the Hillsbrad Hills, and finally to the Magic Kingdom of Dalaran.

This plan is very rough, and Yang Long does not have a relevant map for the road after the Alterac Mountains, so he can only slowly grope forward when the time comes. Andohal has once again been destroyed by the undead, and it is difficult to say how it will pass through as a transportation hub and a military stronghold.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, the plan is not as good as changing, it's useless to think so much for the time being, let's talk about it at that time!" Yang Long summed it up briefly, got up and pushed open the door and walked out, starting a series of recovery training around the city

Twelve days later, in the evening, in the woods outside the main city of Dalong County, Yang Long ended today's training.

Panting and looking at the dozens of meters in front of him, there was a big tree with a diameter of more than two meters, about one and a half meters above the ground, and the trunk of the tree was about one and a half meters above the ground, and a huge gap was blown open, and the wound and the surrounding area were all charred black, as if it had been burned by the scorching heat.

"I didn't expect to leave when I was about to leave, but I had a little surprise!" Yang Long condensed a palm-sized solid shield composed entirely of fire elements, and nodded with satisfaction: "Flame magic has actually been promoted to the fourth order upper rank!"

Although the quality of Qi has not been improved due to the stagnation of ice magic, the increase in the power of flame magic has also made Yang Long's already small magic element, the same amount of area have further improved the power compared to before.

Now Yang Long's qi level is still in the killing power stage that cannot be completely controlled, and can only be used for attack, not defense. And the current level of magic is almost all used by Yang Long to protect himself, and increasing the power of magic is equivalent to improving his own safety factor.

"However, the level of ice magic still has to be consciously cultivated and improved, otherwise the physical strength is still a little too low. Yang Long thought that he had not improved his physical strength for a year, and he was a little dissatisfied with the current progress.

After refining, the magic elemental shield is counted as a measure of the number of attacks it has resisted by magic professionals below the ninth order. At present, the total amount of fire elements stored in Yang Long's body can reach as many as seven or eight times, while the total amount of ice elements can only be barely blocked once.

There are only a few magic inscription flying knives, and this kind of non-renewable hole card is used once less. In particular, there are only eight precious flying knives left that are enough to seriously injure and even kill top-level powerhouses in an instant, and there are many other flying knives, but they can only pose a threat to high-level or below professionals.

Foreign things will eventually run out, and improving one's strength is the right way.

After estimating and counting for a while, Yang Long has a general understanding of his current strength:

The main means of attack have been significantly strengthened, and they can cause large-scale lethality to middle and low-level professionals who do not have sophisticated equipment.

However, for opponents with extraordinary weapons and equipment, high-level powerhouses may have a battle, and top-level powerhouses may also be hit hard if they are unprepared, but it is a little unrealistic to say that they can kill powerful enemies.

A single number of enemies is already like this, two or three high-level powerhouses Yang Long is a little reluctant, and if there are four or five, he can only flee for his life. If the number continues to increase, unless you use the throwing knife stunt at the bottom of the box, there is a good chance that you will not have a chance to escape.

And the eight flying knives that can seriously injure the top level powerhouses are not mentioned for the time being, the fifty inscription flying knives are a lot, the fifty enchanted flying knives are thrown out of several, and the other hundreds of ordinary flying knives with hard texture are far less destructive than the strength, and throwing them is equivalent to not throwing them will startle the snake.

Both types of magic energy contain too little energy to protect themselves, and are rarely used to attack unless they are given a specific opportunity. Physical fitness has stabilized at the level of a year ago, and physical strength has hardly changed.

"It seems that we will have to use more ice magic in the future, otherwise the current total amount of energy will still be a little insufficient when encountering high-level enemies!" Shaking his head, Yang Long sighed.

Perhaps because there is no need to chant spells, Yang Long's way of raising the level of magic is not like most professionals, who slowly hone and meditate to feel the existence of similar elements, but need to use magic frequently to fight, constantly use perception to compress and refine demons, and constantly enhance the density of magic.

However, the total amount of magic is too small, and the recovery speed is extremely slow compared to ordinary people, so there are very few opportunities for Yang Long to use ice magic. Ice magic levels are slowly rising, not because the total amount of ice magic is much lower than that of flame magic.

Yikes!

In the blink of an eye, a trace of cold air floated through Yang Long's left palm, and then a cold ice shield about three meters high, two meters wide, but only a few centimeters thick, instantly appeared half a meter behind Yang Long, and the cold mist that continued to drift made Yang Long's skin very cool because of the intense exercise.

The Ice Shield lasted for about ten minutes, and then because it was not supported by the subsequent Ice Element, the surface melted and shattered. And Yang Long smiled a little helplessly: "If you don't have enough strength, you will run out of ice energy in just a while!"

With a somewhat unsatisfactory sigh, Yang Long looked up at the sunset that had completely disappeared into the sky, felt the cold energy in his body that was slowly recovering, and turned around and walked towards the city. Now that you know your shortcomings, you can practice when you have time in the future, and it won't help you to be in a hurry now.

This training site is only more than two kilometers away from the main city of Dalong County, and within half an hour, Yang Long came to the entrance of the city gate. In the past ten days of going in and out, every group of sergeants guarding the city gate has gradually become familiar with him.

"Mr. Grofe, why did you come back so late today?" One of the professionals who led the class saw Yang Long approaching and greeted him warmly.

The people who are still living in Talonshire are human beings who have lived on this land since the city was built. Compared to ten and a half months ago, the population of this place has suddenly decreased dramatically, and even if all the subordinate cities are combined, there are less than 100,000 residents in Dalong County.

The huge main city, which was originally one-third of the size of Stratholme, now has only more than 50,000 people left, and there are only more than 10,000 city defense troops with combat effectiveness, and most of them are middle and low-level professionals, and the defense force is very weak.

Fortunately, as a high-ranking officer of the Silver Hand, born in the Daron County Governor's profession in Talon County, and a powerful eleventh-order high-ranking guardian knight, Davey Croford led an army of 1,500 people, as well as more than a dozen high-level and top-level followers, stationed in this city, so that the people living here have a sense of security.

It is precisely for this reason that as a foreigner who did not stay with the large army, Yang Long, a professional who has reached the fifth rank on the surface, has won the favor of the local soldiers, and he has become familiar with it within a few days.

And Yang Long also caught some pheasants in addition to training, and threw them to these sergeants who were in short supply and difficult to eat a meal of meat because of the four major legions and refugees.

After the first few days of training, when the sergeants asked for their names, Yang Long, who had wanted to tell them his real name, suddenly remembered Loren Grofe's actions in Lordaeron, and blurted out the words "Grofe".

None of these soldiers who stayed behind knew that Yang Long, even if he was the heir of the Grove Phy family, was a little curious and dissatisfied with his use of Grove Fil as his name.

Now is the time for the country to be ruined, no one cares about such a name that violates the dignity of the great nobles, and the main base of the Grofe family is in the Tirisfara glade, which has been overrun by the undead, and I know on my toes that no one will come to trouble a stranger.

"Hehe, something delayed. Captain Tom, don't look at it, I didn't catch a pheasant today. Yang Long said with a very natural-looking smile, and spread his hands out to the slightly disappointed sergeant.

"Haha, old Tom, you're going to bed hungry tonight!" Of course, the soldiers next to him would not miss the opportunity, and they all burst into laughter. The sergeants present were all brothers who had been in the same comrade for many years, so it was natural to joke regardless of whether they were officers or not.

Looking at the team leader with a sad face, Yang Long knew casually that this guy must be waiting for him to deliver game, and he didn't eat the limited meal in the afternoon. For this group of guys who are seeking pleasure in suffering, Yang Long smiled and ignored it and entered the city.

"Judging by the current state, it's time to leave. Well, prepare tomorrow, and set off the day after tomorrow!" Yang Long thought about his thoughts, and walked in the direction of his residence relaxedly, and just left the city gate less than a hundred meters before he stopped consciously.

Now Yang Long's perception distance can reach up to 500 meters, and at this time, there is a very weak high-level professional aura, accompanied by an ordinary aura that should be a horse, and he quickly approaches the city gate from the edge of perception.

"Urgent, urgent, undead, undead, undead" In less than half a minute, a middle-aged man's hoarse voice came from the city gate. A war horse covered in sweat and mist, carrying a warrior covered in blood, was stopped at the city gate: "Quick! Inform Lord Joseph!"