"Oh my God" The remaining third-order warrior with two long swords turned his head and ran when he saw that the situation was wrong, screaming loudly as he ran, like a girl who was about to be raped. O'Neill hesitated, but in the end he didn't catch up and kill them all.

Hastily!

A silver light galloped away from Yang Long's left hand, and in an instant, he caught up with the fleeing soldier. Fortunately, although this soldier was running away, as a third-order professional, the most basic vigilance was still there, and he raised his long sword in his left hand and knocked the flying knife to the ground, and then turned into an alley and disappeared.

"Sure enough" walked forward to pick up the flying knife, Yang Long sighed lightly, he didn't have the idea of wanting to catch up and kill the soldier, after the battle with Adam, there were only 6 flying knives that Yang Long could retrieve.

Because the material is ordinary and he has not yet cultivated to the level of refinement, he has not been able to attach his energy to the item, and the flying knife stunt that could have caused a great threat is now a little insufficient. Although Yang Long could defeat a fourth-order professional by himself, the enemies he could kill with a flying knife would not exceed the second-order upper-rank strength at most.

"You" frowned, but O'Neill finally said nothing, and took his one-handed axe and shield, which were of very poor appearance and in fact of outstanding quality, and walked towards the north of the city. Lin followed closely behind O'Neill, and Yang Long consciously broke behind.

Because of O'Neill's leadership, after walking back and forth for more than twenty minutes, the group of three finally walked on a road that was ten meters wide, the road extended in a north-south direction, the southernmost end was connected to the main city gate, and the northernmost section seemed to be less than two kilometers away, there was a small magic tower, and the portal that O'Neill said was in the magic tower.

"Mr. O'Neill, rest, I can't walk. Lin said breathlessly, although the rich life had restored her body, the plague and the long distance and rapid travel still made the woman who was several months pregnant feel very difficult.

"No, ma'am, we need to get out of here at once, it's not safe here," O'Neill said with a solemn face, constantly looking around vigilantly. Since the reception of refugees, the main road that was originally used for vehicle traffic has become a temporary refugee camp, and now the road is full of refugees lying motionless and unaware of their fate and death.

This coincides with Yang Long's description of the process of being transformed into a zombie, looking at the dense crowd between the magic towers, and at a glance it seems that there are almost thousands of refugees, O'Neill's scalp is numb. Most of these refugees are ordinary people, and even if they become zombies, they are only first-order undead, and even tens of thousands of them can't hurt him in a short time.

However, the Marquise behind him could not be protected, which is also the sorrow of the Guardian Warrior, although his own protection ability is strong, but the ability to protect others is sometimes not as good as a thief. Moreover, O'Neill's armor is full of metal spikes more than twenty centimeters long for attack or defense, and the whole person is like a two-meter-tall humanoid hedgehog that cannot hold the hostess away.

As for Yang Long, who had always been indifferent, O'Neill did not report any hope, as a high-level warrior, he was confident that he would protect Lin from leaving with his own strength, and he would never ask for Yang Long's help unless necessary.

Just as O'Neill hesitated to urge Lynn to hurry, he didn't notice that a few blocks away from them was an army of about 7,000 men dressed in the armor of Lordaeron's regular army, slaughtering everything in sight from house to house. Above the block, there were several birds about a man in height.

"Report to the Major! There is a large dense crowd of infected people on the northeast road!" the ranger in leather armor walked up to an officer's swab whose armor was obviously different from that of others, and truthfully reported the information he saw through the spiritual link, "The number is about nine thousand, wait this is uh!"

The ranger seemed to have been punched head-on, his body almost fell, and blood spat out from his mouth, but he still endured his injuries and continued to report: "I found that two men and one woman were heading north, and the eagle owl under him had been killed."

"Well, I see. The man known as the Major was dressed in light yellow armor and carried two cyan swords more than a meter long on his back, and he looked at the soldiers who were carrying out indiscriminate slaughter and advancing at the same time, and hesitated in his heart: "Could it be that something happened to the Prince of Arthas and he didn't reach the middle as planned?"

After entering the city, the army that slaughtered the city turned into nine strands and fought all the way to the north in their respective directions. Each unit was led by a commander, and at the head of the Alsatian left flank army was a young berserker, no more than the nine-rank berserker Thassarian, who was about forty years old.

Thassarian was Faric's lieutenant, and the long hours of fighting not only tormented their spirits, but also made them grow in strength by leaps and bounds. When they set out from the capital of the Prince's Guard Lordaeron two years ago, Arthas, Faric, and Melwyn were only at the bottom of the ninth order, and Thassarian had only just been promoted to the eighth order.

In just two years, the soldiers of the prince's guard survived by luck, and their strength has increased rapidly. Thassarian had now become a formidable warrior, barely touching the threshold of a top-tier powerhouse. And Arthas, as well as Farrick, Melwin and others, have become veritable top-tier powerhouses.

However, there are also a few of them due to the followers of the Prince of Arthas, and every high-level professional in the prince's escort has a professional inheritance that is close to complete.

"Sofitel, Sam, you two lead your detachment with me, and the others move on!" Thassarian made a decision in just a few minutes, and after giving the order, he rode his horse in the direction where Yang Long and the others were. They were followed by two high-ranking officers who each led a thousand troops, and more than 2,000 soldiers came over in such a mighty manner.

On the other side, on the avenue leading to the Magic Tower.

O'Neill watched a little speechlessly as Yang Long pulled out the flying knife inserted in the eagle's eye, wiped it on its still warm feathers, and put it back in the slot of his belt. Before he could react, Yang Long emitted a silver light, and a few seconds later, a large bird fell lifeless from the sky.

For this younger brother of Madame, the burly guardian warrior was a little annoyed, doesn't this guy know that casually killing the ranger's pet is a kind of naked provocation?! This is the most basic common-sense question, every nobleman and professional should understand, is this guy illiterate?

"Alas, Madame, I can't rest!" sighed helplessly, and O'Neill said to Lin with a serious face, "Let's go right away!"