Because the battle has just ended, the casualty statistics, the repair of the damaged buildings, and the extensive clean-up work have not yet been completed, so every professional in the city still lives in a collective as before. Yang Long took seven or eight minutes, relying on his perceptual ability to return to his residence without a trace.

After entering the compound, Yang Long found that all the houses were tightly closed, which proved that the others had not returned, which was exactly what Yang Long wanted. When he came to the more than 20 square meters of bedroom assigned to him, he hurriedly took out his shield and looked at it carefully.

This look startled Yang Long, because the entire "Lordaeron Royal Emblem" shield had a basin-sized depression on the front, occupying the center of the entire shield, and the depth had even reached twenty centimeters, and the handle holding the shield had been sealed from the reverse side.

"This level of destructiveness, and that almost substantial appearance has entered the fourth layer of killing power!haha!" The corners of Yang Long's mouth provoked an arc, and then his face turned with uncontrollable joy, and finally laughed out loud.

Even Yang Long himself didn't expect it, but after experiencing a battle that was completely stress-free like a warm-up for himself, he let his strength at the peak of the third layer naturally enter the fourth layer, and this kind of progress made him feel very surprised.

"In the previous life, it took several years to enter a new realm, but now it has only taken more than half a year, and even crossed two realms!" Yang Long was also a little puzzled by his excitement, after all, this ascension speed was too fast: "Could it be that after coming to this world, the mutation of qi strength has also led to a change in cultivation speed?"

Yang Long, who was puzzled, thought about it until his brain ached, but he couldn't find a reason that could convince him. But no matter what, it is true that the realm has been improved, and the strength has increased significantly, and Yang Long has left these doubts behind.

"Well, since the undead army has appeared, it means that the undead have spread, and the eastern Lordaeron is no longer safe!" After letting go of the matter of letting go of his anger, Yang Long immediately thought of the battle he had just experienced, and a little uneasiness rose in his heart: "Since the undead have already attacked once, then the second attack will definitely come soon, it is better to leave quickly for the sake of safety." ”

Originally, Yang Long was also preparing to leave, and now he will not miss the good opportunity to repel the undead. And before, because he planned to rest for two days before leaving, he immediately encountered the undead attack, so this time Yang Long didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

After sorting out the equipment at random, then removing and throwing away the bandages that had consumed part of the healing effect, and carefully wrapping the bandages around the palm of his right hand again, Yang Long ignored the shield that was no longer usable, opened the door and walked out.

"Captain! What a coincidence, do you have something to go out to handle?" When Yang Long walked to the gate of the compound, he happened to meet a member of the team entering the door, and after seeing Yang Long, this young man greeted him warmly, his face was full of smiles and joy, it should be that no relatives and friends were killed in this attack.

"Well, yes. Yang Long replied lightly, and after a few glances, he realized that this young man happened to be the professional who gave bandages on the city wall.

The young man didn't know that Yang Long was leaving Dalong County, and Yang Long wouldn't tell him what he thought, so the two said hello and passed by, and the young man entered his own house, while Yang Long followed the main road ahead and strode towards the city gate.

In order to prevent the undead from breaking the gates and causing an unstoppable and terrible disaster, the only gate of the main city has been blocked by rocks and gravel. When Yang Long walked for more than twenty minutes to the city gate, thousands of survivors were crowded up and down the north wall, all working hard to clean up the battlefield.

With so many people crowded here, many of them were onlookers after the battle, and Yang Long's appearance was not noticeable at all. However, as far as Yang Long himself was concerned, as soon as he walked near the city gate, he felt an illusion that sent chills down his spine.

"Hey, this inexplicable feeling seems to have been felt somewhere" Taking a deep breath, Yang Long climbed to the top of a tall building, looked around but didn't find any clues, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Since the undead creatures were all dead and resurrected creatures, Yang Long's perception could not feel their existence at all, but now Yang Long had the illusion of being surrounded by undead spirits, and couldn't help frowning and thinking about it.

"What is wrong?" Yang Long simply sat cross-legged on the roof, calming down and letting go of his perception to take a closer look, constantly thinking about every detail of the previous battle, and the whole process of coming to Dalon County, and even the little bit of the battle in Lordaeron.

However, after thinking about it carefully several times, Yang Long still didn't have the slightest clue, and just when he wanted to ignore this feeling, he suddenly thought of a person who had made him suffer a big loss, and his eyes widened all of a sudden: "Arthas, this feeling is very similar to the feeling when Arthas first appeared!"

Thinking of the black mist that burst out on the north city wall at the end of the previous battle, Yang Long suddenly felt cold. Quietly swept through the thousands of people below with his perception, and immediately found thousands of professionals whose breath was different from others.

"Damn! actually" His eyelids jumped fiercely a few times, Yang Long let out a sigh of relief, and slowly stood up and went down to the ground. He abandoned the nearby northern wall and walked through the crowd towards the western wall, without the slightest anxiety on his face.

Along the way, Yang Long passed by dozens of professionals with different breaths, and the other party did not have any problems on the surface, and some people saw Yang Long and habitually nodded and smiled. And Yang Long also showed a faint smile, without the slightest hesitation in responding to them one by one.

Unhurriedly walked out of the crowd, until he walked to the alley that most people couldn't see, Yang Long suddenly increased his speed, and galloped towards the west city wall, and in just ten minutes, he came to the city near Yang Long's guard area not long ago, and then walked out and slowly climbed the city wall.

In order not to interfere with the possible follow-up battle, the city walls have been cleaned and cleaned, and now only a few civilians in ragged clothes without any professional abilities remain, bending over and laboriously scrubbing the blood and filth on the ground.

Although civilians don't have to fight hard during the battle, the rewards and enjoyment after victory are also unobtainable to civilians. Now almost all the civilians in the city have their own work to do. Seeing Yang Long shaking his empty hands as if he was walking, these civilians all avoided him.

Although the professions of Azeroth did not have a high social status compared to the nobility, they were very different from the incompetent commoners. This is also the reason why Henry and Ray, who were originally commoners, were so arrogant after obtaining the inheritance of professionals.

The harmony between the professional and the common man is not like holding hands and singing hymns together, but the relationship between the exploiter and the exploited. There are too many things for professionals with a certain level of strength to rob civilian women and rob civilian finances.

It is for this reason that commoners choose to belong to the domain of the noble lord in order to accept the protection of the noble lord. However, this is just a change of exploiter, and the common people have no freedom of life and no choice other than regular taxes.

Noble lords, relatives, and their henchmen, none of them have one or more commoner wives and concubines, and 99% of them are forced to be helpless. Similar to Lynn being forced to marry, it happens every day in the human kingdom of Azeroth.

The weak have no choice, whether it is their own fault or not. This is a cruel world, and people who have no strength can only be protected, or mutilated!

Most of the light work of scrubbing the floor is taken care of by women, and after seeing Yang Long coming, each of them showed a panicked look, for fear of making Yang Long unhappy and making them suffer a little.

Especially a few of them are young, not out of the cabinet and have no professional at home, standing on the side tremblingly, wanting to hide but not daring to hide for fear of attracting attention, being taken by Yang Long, a professional, and being abandoned after playing, this life will be ruined for thirty-four years.

"If it's a story used by bards to cheat money, maybe I'll find a lonely commoner beauty by chance in a while, right?" Yang Long didn't know what these women were thinking, but at a certain moment while walking and observing the terrain, a ridiculous thought suddenly flashed through his mind inexplicably.

After walking about five or six hundred meters along the city wall, Yang Long did not find a relatively hidden place that was convenient for jumping off the city wall to reduce the chance of being discovered by others. Moreover, the civilians along the road would avoid paying attention to Yang Long when he approached, and waited until he walked dozens of meters away, which made him a little irritable.

"! Are these guys watching a monkey show?" Yang Long, who didn't know it, was very unhappy, this kind of unspoken rule of human society in Azeroth, which was not involved in studying history, and he was a modern person anyway, so he couldn't understand the difference in rank in this environment.

After walking a few hundred meters again with a low face, Yang Long finally lost his patience, glared viciously not far away, and frightened a middle-aged aunt who was paying attention.

"Oh my God, someone is out of the city, who is a young man" After a long while, the panicked scream of the middle-aged aunt suddenly sounded on a certain section of the western city wall.