A few days later, scorching canyons.

A human thief dressed in blood-red leather armor, occasionally looking up as he walked, quickly followed the route Yang Long had taken, towards the foot of the Black Stone Mountain Range.

When the thief came to a potholed field, he seemed to notice Shime and stopped, and after exploring the same place, he recounted most of the battle in his mind.

And this potholed field happened to be the difāng that Yang Long encountered after killing the Black Iron Dwarf more than ten days ago, and the error was less than fifty meters away" "Please search, the novel is better, newer and faster!.

"Hmm, did the target speed up to discover my existence?" The human thief raised his head, revealing a handsome face, the same evil god who had been ordered to investigate in the Wastelands a few months ago.

As a thief rather than a ranger, the Evil God does not seek out by birds and beasts, relying only on the undead thieves of the Guild, and the slightest smell left behind in their bags that would not be detected by ordinary means.

After such a long tracking, although the evil god must not be far from that one, the guy who killed the guild member, Yijing, the smell also began to slowly fade.

After a question arose in his mind, the evil god scratched the stubble on his chin, thought about it, took out the magic map, and after examining it carefully, he came to a conclusion that was close to the truth after Difāng, who had been standing in the nightmare, leaned over to look at a shijiān.

"Shouldn't it be my reason, it seems that I have encountered a demon here at the moment?" the evil god frowned a little anxiously, trying to analyze the useful conclusion of nénggou: "Because of this demon." So is the target being chased and killed?"

Although the phenomenon of demons appearing in the scorching land is very inconceivable, only this conclusion is more convincing.

The leader of this thief branch thought that it would only take a short shijiān to find out who killed the guild members, and after quickly ending the matter, he went on vacation again and stopped caring about the mess.

Even before reaching the Badlands. He lived a good life in order not to be disturbed again. Yijing made a plan early on, as long as he completed the task, he would go away, go to the difāng that the vice president couldn't contact, and live a good life.

But what made him méiyou think was this. Months passed. He had found the direction of the suspicious person though. But even a shadow is found méiyou, which is really very unpleasant.

So along the way, there were almost a hundred beasts and ogres. Under the "hand" of the evil god, he became an unlucky ghost, turned into a corpse, and became the object of his resentment.

And the most intolerable thing for the evil gods is the black iron dwarves that can be encountered anytime and anywhere after entering the scorching canyon, these dwarves are short-tempered, and they will attack involuntarily when they see someone.

None of this is a problem.

The most critical problem is that even the most "beautiful" woman among the Black Iron Dwarves will have the illusion that the evil god is going to be blinded, let alone have some shime intimacy with him.

This kind of life is really bad, so that the bad gods who like pleasure by nature and have no women are almost crazy!

"Black Iron Dwarves, Black Iron Dwarves, all Black Iron Dwarves!" "The evil god grabbed his hair and looked up to the sky and shouted, "Can't you have a good-looking and good-looking woman?!"

The evil god who was about to collapse, holding his head and howling miserably without any yidiǎn demeanor, venting the depression that had been accumulated in his heart for months, constantly cursing in his heart, and hating the guy who made him suffer.

It's a pity that he has been killing all the way to the present, and at the same time, the speed of the attack is extremely fast, so that any creature of Méiyou Nénggou can catch up with him, let alone respond to his reaction, and after more than half an hour of screaming, the evil god finally regained his composure.

"No, what the hell is it!, if you want me to catch it, hum!" gritted his teeth and said hatefully, the depression in the heart of the evil god did not decrease but increased, but suppressed it in the depths of his heart, waiting for the day when it broke out.

After crushing a rock to express his inner anger, the evil god decided to continue on his journey and try to capture his target a day earlier.

But he had only just taken a few steps when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky to the southwest.

About a few kilometers away, in Wèizhi, there was a red young dragon more than 150 meters long, covered with large and small wounds, and it was flying in a panic towards the direction where the evil god was located in the sky less than fifty meters above the ground.

"Huh, the red young dragon?" The evil god was a little surprised, and then came back to his senses, and after his eyes flickered for a moment, a wicked smile appeared on his face, and he shot away at the red dragon.

The distance between the evil god and the red dragon was almost less than four kilometers long, and under the running of the two of them, Shijiān quickly met in less than two minutes.

Compared to the red young dragon, the body of the evil god is like an ant, and the two are not worth mentioning at all, not to mention being attacked by the red dragon, even a breath seems to be blown away.

However, the red dragon in the sky was covered with bruises, but it was still the first shijiān to find the figure of the evil god, and he stopped flying in a little panic and suspended in the sky, obviously feeling the strength of this adventurer.

"Hey!hello!" The evil god did not hide the obscenity on his face, raised his hand and waved to greet the red dragon: "This young lady of the dragon clan, can you turn into a humanoid creature?"

Except for a very small number of dragons with extraordinary potential, the vast majority of other members cannot change into other creatures in a state of less than a year old.

Originally, the evil god didn't care about the red dragon, although it was just a baby dragon, and it seemed to be on the run, but he also méiyou took advantage of the fire to rob the idea.

The Dragon Legion is not something to be messed with, and unlike the natives of Azeroth, the Ruguo adventurers take the initiative to deal with the members of the Dragon Legion, breaking some secret agreements.

So even if it's a bad god. Although the methods of doing things are unpredictable, they don't want to be idle.

However, after observing just now and discovering that this young dragon was actually a rare female, his nerves that were about to collapse by the dwarf aunt made him unconsciously come to the front of the red dragon.

All the creatures of Azeroth, every female dragon, tongguo transfiguration transformed into a humanoid appearance, are all peerless beauties that captivate the city and the country, and nénggou arouses the instincts of all creatures with handles**.

It's a pity that this is obviously a red dragon. Kěnéng is Méiyou's ability to use Transfiguration. Kěnéng didn't want to turn into a human form and do something with him, and after hearing the words of the evil god, it instinctively became vigilant, and its body hovering in the air also rose a lot.

"It seems that you méiyou get qingchu in its current form," the red dragon reacted. It makes the bad god a little unhappy. Instantly put away the lewd smile on his face. With a grim face, he said word by word: "Either turn into a human form and ride for me, or be my mount for a few days, choose one of the two!

Coax!

A crimson dragon's breath with a diameter of more than ten meters. It erupted from the mouth of the red young dragon, and in the blink of an eye, it bombarded the ground, completely covering the figure of the evil god, and the ultra-high temperature even set the black ground on fire.

The dragon's breath erupted for more than ten seconds, and it was not until the red dragon finished venting the fènnu in his heart that it slowly weakened and dissipated, revealing a pit that was about ten meters deep and was impacted by the dragon's breath.

But what the red dragon méiyou thought of was that the evil god was actually motionless, standing in the middle of the sewing that was no more than his knees, and there was a trace of dust on his body, and even the sewing under his feet was separated by an invisible layer of protection.

"Hmph! It's just an eleventh-order young dragon, and they dare to take the initiative to attack, the dragon army is really arrogant!" The evil god had a cruel smile on his face, and with his hands in his waist in his bag, he took out two two-meter-long one-handed swords with a unique appearance, which were not ordinary at first glance.

As soon as the two one-handed swords appeared, they exuded a killing intent that made people feel chilled all over their bodies, which was an aura that had formed unconsciously after being affected by the countless souls that had died under their blades.

Seeing this, the red dragon became a killer and hurriedly waved its wings towards the sky, trying to avoid the terrifying enemy below.

"Since you made the first move, even if nàme kills you, the dragon legion can't say shime, right?" The evil god thought with some uncertainty, and hesitated for more than ten seconds before making up his mind: "Fuck, it's annoying, no matter!"

Looking up at the red dragon that Yijing had risen to a height of more than two hundred meters, the evil god showed a disdainful smile, bent his legs slightly, and then kicked the ground violently.

Boom!

With the feet of the evil god, the huge power was transmitted to the pit full of sewing, widening and deepening the pit again, and at the same time, splashing a large area of sew, the momentum is not strong.

And the evil god also used the reaction force, and flew to a height of more than 100 meters in a few breaths, and then his body flashed like a sword out of the sheath, killing the terrified red dragon

At the same time that the evil god and the red dragon were fighting, hundreds of kilometers away, across the burning plain of a mountain range, Yang Long was also fighting a jiliè battle in Jinháng.

Laugh at!

The two-handed greatsword easily sliced into the enemy's neck, decapitating him instantly, and at the same time, it slashed through the chest of another orc, almost splitting the strong orc's chest in two.

The brutal and effective way of fighting, and méiyou deterred the living enemy, but made these orcs who saw their companions die, their emotions became manic, and they attacked Yang Long with red eyes.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill this human!"

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The constant noise of orc words came from the bloody mouths of the orcs, but apart from the foul smell, it brought them the slightest help.

Yang Long, who was expressionless, held the two-handed sword steadily, and flexibly dodged the enemy's attack under the attack of the orcs, and stabbed or chopped from time to time, each blow was bound to kill an orc, constantly reducing the number of enemies.

For Yang Long's easy battle, the orcs' attack methods were chaotic, and although there were hundreds of people, the average strength was only a third-order zuoyou, which could not bring Yidiǎn trouble to Yang Long at all.

These orcs are very brave, but they lack the ability to work together. At the same time, most of their professional inheritances are warriors, and there are occasional individual thieves and rangers, who cannot bring any wēixié to Yang Long at all.

So half an hour later, on the flat ground about the size of a football field, there were orc corpses, blood flowing everywhere, soaking the dry soil, and then rising from the heat, emitting wisps of heavy bloody steam.

Laugh at!

A random sword stabbed into the air at his side. Hide the last one of the fourth-order thieves. After the whole person pierced and hung on the big sword, he shook his head a little unpleasantly: "This yijing is a group of four orcs, it's really a decent guy!"

After realizing that combat is fundamental, Yang Long still cares a little. That does not exist as the master of the existence. But also yijing will spend most of the energy. Devoted to bloody battles again and again.

Coming to this shijiè for more than ten years, Yang Long has witnessed the powerful and incomparable power again and again. I have witnessed time and time again that strength is the truth of everything.

Therefore, his first task now is to hone himself in battle, and condense the ice magic energy as soon as possible, and raise it to the seventh level, so that the refining body can gain dark energy.

And Jinháng has a certain dangerous battle, or a duel with a powerful enemy, so that the magic energy and battle consciousness can grow rapidly, and Yang Long's wish can be achieved as soon as possible.

However, since descending the mountain into the Burning Plains, Yang Long had seen a large number of orc armies in the past few days, ranging in number from a dozen scouts to tens of thousands of main forces.

Yang Long wants to challenge himself, Jinháng has a certain dangerous battle, but he does not want to die, he will slowly look for a smaller number of orc troops, but gǎnjiào is a little too easy.

"Why don't you challenge an army of thousands of people?" Yang Long had just raised this thought in his head, and he was stifled by him: "No, no, if thousands of people disperse and flee, and then gather reinforcements, then there is really no way!"

Before the destruction of the Lordaeron Kingdom, Yang Long had also seen some green-skinned orcs in the capital family territory, but most of them were completely enslaved laborers, and méiyoushime blood was at all.

Even the orcs of the Arathi Heights are just similar to King Stormgard's ** team, they will be afraid when the battle situation is not good, and they will beg for mercy and surrender when they are captured, and they are completely assimilated.

And on this burning plain, every orc is not afraid of death, although Yang Long has killed two or three thousand orcs before and after, but méiyou an orc is timid, even if he fights to the last person, he desperately wants to pull Yang Long's back.

In the face of such an enemy, Ruguo faced too many people, such as thousands, even if Yang Long tried his best, it would definitely not be able to survive.

Escaping is also not kěnéng, although the orcs here have a single professional heritage, but they have the orc power of the Arathi Highlands, so méiyou's unique unit wolf cavalry.

Elite orc warriors above the fifth order, riding fierce giant wolves that are not lower than the fourth order, there are no less than fifty wolf cavalry in any team, and their mobility and combat effectiveness are very strong.

Even if Yang Long ran all of them, he couldn't match the speed of the wolf cavalry in the plains, and Ruguo went to attack the enemy's large army but was surrounded, and Nàme was really a dead end.

Regarding Yang Long's act of killing the orcs, the control force of the Burning Plains, Yijing reacted quickly, Ruguo didn't have any perceptual help, and with the skill of simple camouflage, Yang Long may have been discovered by the wolf cavalry a long time ago, and then killed by the orc elite.

"Alas, it's just trouble, too much can't work, too little is useless" Yang Long took out the map a little irritably, and looked at wèizhi while complaining in a low voice, Turán's eyes lit up, and he had a way to compromise.

The Difāng, where Yang Long is now located, is located in the northwest of the map, and Yang Long's original plan was to cross the vast plain area, from the southeast corner of this area, into the Red Ridge Mountains, the border area of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Yang Long, who has a sentient existence, Ruguo wants to be safe in this area of Tongguo, which is not something that Shime is difficult to do, but this will go against Ziji's subconscious desire to fight, and maybe there will be the shackles of magic promotion.

Now Yang Long is getting stronger every second, such a gǎnjiào is incomparable, with the lesson of not being able to advance smoothly before, Yang Long is really unwilling to return to that state.

Therefore, Yang Long has changed his plan now, although he will still enter the territory of the Stormwind City Kingdom in the end, but now he is ready to march towards the mountainous area northeast of the Burning Plains.

As long as he relied on the complex terrain of the mountainous area, Yang Long was confident that he would be able to provoke the orc army head-on and escape before being forced into a dead end after a hearty battle.

And the terrain of the mountains also made the orcs the most wēixié, and the cavalry, who could track Yang Long, was greatly hindered and became no longer an unsolvable problem.

In this way, Yang Long not only challenged the limit, but also would not die because he was too big, which was really the most advantageous means for him to hone now, which made his eyes suddenly brighten.

"Yes, that's right! That's it!" Yang Long was sure in his heart, and after putting away the magic map, he used his perception to avoid the large group of orc armies and walked towards the mountains hundreds of kilometers away

About two hours later.

In the sound of powerful footsteps, a blonde, blue-eyed, resolute, 2.5-meter-tall human giant man came to this battlefield where Yang Long killed orcs not long ago, and looked at the battlefield casually.

"Tsk, six or seven hundred pieces of garbage that were killed, caused by just a twenty-year-old young man?" an interested expression appeared on the giant man's face: "It's unbelievable that there is such an excellent little guy!"

After a long sigh, this giant man, who didn't look like a human at all, opened his legs without hesitation and walked in the direction where Yang Long left. (To be continued.) )