"Ahh

The three of them just walked one after the other, carefully passing quickly between the heavy piles of people. If there is a blockage, O'Neill is not polite, and directly uses a shield strike to knock the blockage into the air and destroy, whether it is a vehicle or a refugee who is hit by the shield, it is already shattered at the moment it is hit.

"Is this the strength of a high-level warrior? It's really intimidating, and it seems to be just normal. Yang Long cautiously followed behind Lin, reaching out to help or push from time to time, so that Lin, who was seriously lacking in physical strength, would not fall behind. While looking at O'Neill, who was constantly exerting power twenty meters in front of him, he was full of emotion for this high-level guardian warrior.

After walking for almost a kilometer, and the small magic tower was not far away, several alleys to the southwest of where the three of them had originally rested, one after another heavily armed soldiers poured out. In less than two minutes, a force of 2,000 men had cleared a large clearing full of refugees and lined up.

"Captains, carry out the purge plan of His Highness Arthas!" Thassarian looked at the backs of the three people a kilometer away, and ordered to the two subordinates, and he took the lead in chasing after Yang Long and the three: "One hundred, follow me!"

Sofitel and Sam glanced at each other, made a gesture and commanded nearly a thousand of his men, one south and one north, to start slaughtering refugees in two directions, and each detachment of 1,000 people automatically divided into fifty cavalrymen on war horses, completely ignoring the refugees everywhere and killing in the direction of the magic tower.

"Hey, there's a murderous aura!" At the moment when Sassarian looked at each other from afar, Yang Long and O'Neill turned their heads to look behind them at the same time. Nearly a thousand meters away, the cavalry rushed along the path opened up by O'Neill, and at the front was a man in his thirties with two long swords on his back.

"Thassarian! it's him" O'Neill's face became solemn, and after being slightly stunned, he changed his previous brisk walk, and his body sprinted quickly after a pause. Yang Long also looked pale at the same time, hugged Lin in his arms with both hands, and strode forward to follow O'Neal with his feet, and the two acted very tacitly at the same time.

Bang bang bang!

The speed of the fourth-order professional's all-out sprint and the strength of the ninth-order guardian warrior were not idle, and there were constantly refugees or debris blocking the way to the sky. However, it was also because of this that O'Neal's speed was greatly slowed down, so that Yang Long, who was running at a speed that was almost at the level of a third-order professional, could catch up.

As the speed of the two increased, the distance between them and the Magic Tower shortened dramatically. However, the enemies from the rear were faster, and Thassarian was a berserker, capable of carrying a heavily armed horse with two great swords on his back, and was no mortal at all. In just one kilometer, even if the road conditions are very bad, the distance between Sasarian and Yang Long has been shortened by half in just two minutes.

Such a swift speed caused Thassarian to break away from the hundred soldiers in the rear and quickly approach Yang Long and the three alone. In terms of time, Thassarian had arrived two minutes later, but O'Neill didn't have time to rush to the magic tower.

Although it is too far away to perceive the enemy's rank, looking at O'Neill's reaction, it is estimated that he is also a warrior equal to or more powerful. Just when Yang Long was a little distressed and didn't know what to do, suddenly the whole city "came to life"!

In the month since the outbreak of the plague, the influx of refugees into Stratholme has increased the population of the megacity by 200,000, and when Arthas leads his army into the city to massacre, they are faced with a city of 100,000 infected people who are about to mutate.

Aside from a few more threatening encounters at the city gates at the beginning, the more you break into the city, the more effective the massacre becomes. Everywhere lay motionless living dead, with their heads cut off without resisting or squeaking at all, and the number of refugees who died at the hands of the army in just over an hour reached five or six hundred thousand.

However, since more than ten minutes ago, the refugees began to mutate significantly, and the soldiers could no longer easily cut off their heads. Even a silver longsword of the standard quality of ten gold coins would have required a lot of effort to cut off a refugee's neck.

And now, after more than ten minutes of silent brewing, the living dead have begun to slowly regain their vitality. Although most of the zombies struggled to stand up and unable to attack in a short period of time, and it may take dozens of seconds to fully control their bodies to attack, there are at least two or three hundred thousand refugees left in the entire city who have not been evolved, and once they completely mutate, it will be a disaster.

"Disperse!" At the sound of an order, the more than 100 cavalry that followed stopped following and began to attack the zombies that were howling on the ground. But Sasarian still continued to rush unrelentingly, and it seemed that he would not stop until he killed Yang Long and the others.

Although he did not like to smile in front of his subordinates, and he did not have the slightest comfort for the ranger who was attacked, the soldiers who knew Thassarian well knew that he was a cold-faced and warm-hearted man. For those who dare to hurt his own enemies, Thassarian will not be merciful, and will definitely ask for it a thousand times over.

And seeing the three of them desperately rushing towards the magic tower, Thassarian looked at this behavior from the perspective of a commander, and no matter how he analyzed it, he came to the conclusion that they could not be allowed to enter the magic tower. Who knows if there is some powerful destructive magic sealed inside the magic tower, and it is hard to guarantee that these three people are not the last people to start self-destruction.

Finally, less than two hundred meters away from the magic tower, Sasarian caught up with Yang Long, who was in the rear. Without the slightest hesitation at all, Sasarian drove his war horse directly towards Yang Long's back, and the two big swords in his hands were also cut down at the same time, and he didn't have any pity for the young man and woman in front of him.

Yang Long's face was calm and he didn't even look back, he just rushed forward regardless of it, letting the long sword and iron hooves cover his head. On the contrary, Rin, who had regained some strength, saw this scene and was so frightened by Thassarian's ferocity that she screamed.

"Ahhh Then it slammed into Thassarian like a big truck, his huge shield shielding himself tightly.

Syllable!

A huge crash sounded, and the bluestone slab avenue where the two high-level powerhouses collided cracked inch by inch. All the zombies that were struggling to stand up within a radius of twenty meters were thrown into the air by the jet of air, and even the bricks and tiles of the nearby houses on both sides of the avenue were shattered and fell.