The ensuing threat of unknown enemies made Yang Long a little irritable, but he didn't have any worries in his heart.

This is because the current Yang Long is no longer the weak existence of the past, although the crowd tactics still have a certain threat, but he can choose to fight or evacuate, and he is almost invincible.

But when he saw the army galloping not far away, Yang Long's heart still felt a little heavy.

"This is a trap!" Yang Long, with a gloomy face, thought through gritted teeth in his heart.

If Yang Long was left to choose, he would rather choose to face more than 200,000 undead natural disasters than face this small army in front of him, which numbered only a hundred or so people.

Because this army, led by seven or eight pseudo-super-rank powerhouses, happened to be an elite unit belonging to the royal family of Stormwind City, and Yang Long, who had keen eyesight, saw the banner at the front of the team at a glance, as well as a few familiar faces.

The banner of the Storm Kingdom with gold trim on a white background, as well as seven pseudo-super-rank powerhouses with solemn faces, protected a handsome and modest-looking young man who looked to be in his early twenties in the center, and a full hundred Twelfth Order elite warriors followed.

"These people" Matilda, who was standing behind Yang Long, couldn't help but be surprised: "That's not it"

"Prince Anduin-Ureon, the sole heir of the Stormwind Kingdom. Illucia, who was a little out of breath, said unprecedentedly, and there was also a little nervousness on the beautiful face hidden under the hood: "It's troublesome." ”

This group was none other than Anduin-Urien's escort. And the professionals that Yang Long felt familiar with were Varela Sangunar, who used to fight with Lagash, and the Great Druid Brol-Bearskin.

Through Matilda and Dolly, Yang Long has learned some well-known information, that is, since "killing" the Black Dragon Princess, the two Varian-Urion have become one, and their strength has also soared from the lower fifteenth order in the past to the upper level of the fifteenth order.

In the past few years, Varian Orion has been working hard to sprint to the limit and strive to become a super-level powerhouse.

Hence most of the affairs within the kingdom. All have been temporarily handed over to the Grand Duke of Berval-Vortagen. Wait until Prince Anduin-Ureon, who has participated in the war to recover Lordaeron and has garnered enough praise, to return and ascend to the throne.

These hundreds of people are just protectors on the surface, and I am afraid that there are even more terrifying guards in the secret. The danger of opposing it is definitely more than hundreds of thousands of undead natural disasters.

That is, when Yang Long secretly screamed badly. A group of people who came at a hurry. It was also a few people who saw the top of the hill.

The warning-like military trumpets sounded one after another, and the army immediately set up a defensive battle formation, but when it was clear that it was Yang Longhou. Prince Anduin-Ureon dismounted and walked over with a smile on his face.

Faced with such a situation, Yang Long could only take one step at a time, and he also walked towards him with a few women.

"It's really you, Mr. Grofe! Prince Anduin-Ureon was the first to speak, first greeting Yang Long with a surprised face, and then sweeping his gaze over several other female powerhouses without hurrying.

As the man who will soon take over the greatest power in the human kingdom, Prince Anduin-Ureon speaks and behaves perfectly, without feeling domineering, but with a faint majesty of a king.

Even after seeing that almost all of the women around Yang Long had pseudo-super-rank strength, Anduin-Urien's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, and only when his gaze swept over Elucia, especially after seeing the magic robe she was wearing, did it flash imperceptibly.

"Your Royal Highness, why are you here?" The other party's reaction was in full view, and Yang Long raised his foot to get a little closer while interrogating casually, but was stopped by two burly professionals wearing full-body armor and holding shields.

"Please stop, Mr. Grove. One of the professionals, wearing a knight's helmet, said angrily.

Seeing that Yang Long was blocked, Prince Anduin-Ureon immediately showed an apologetic expression, and took the lead in saying to Yang Long: "It really makes you laugh, Mr. Grofe, you know that my identity will cause a lot of trouble, please don't mind." ”

"How so? Your Royal Highness the Prince, you are serious. Yang Long sensed lightning for a moment, and took the initiative to retreat a few meters.

Through this temptation, Yang Long was sure that it would not be difficult to kill these people without letting go of them, but it would be impossible to kill them in a short period of time so that these people could not transmit any information at all.

The two professions that blocked him were the Guardian Paladin and the Defensive Warrior Inheritance, both of whom had reached the thirteenth-order upper level.

Except for the agile thief Varela Sangunar, who can change into Broll-Bearskin who can fly away at any time, the remaining three pseudo-super-level powerhouses are archmages, priests, and berserkers.

Not to mention Anduin-Urion himself, who was also a mid-thirteenth rank powerhouse.

"I hope it won't come that far!" Yang Long thought secretly in his heart, and his nerves tensed slightly.

If Yang Long had just come to this world, then he could kill anyone directly, completely ignoring any consequences, but now Yang Long, unless he had to do so, he would definitely not want to provoke the Storm Kingdom.

"Mr. Grovefi is a hero of the kingdom, so you don't need to be so careful. ”

Anduin-Urion smiled heartily, separated the two protectors like iron towers, walked in front of Yang Long, and asked curiously, "Your follower is really extremely powerful! Who is this beautiful young lady?"

What Anduin-Urion is talking about is, of course, Illusia, whose face is shrouded in a hood.

"This is Illusia, my first slave girl, who I found not long ago. Yang Long said lightly, waving his hand to signal the dark female mage to show her face, causing the professionals behind Anduin Wryon to take a breath.

The reason why these professionals were so surprised was naturally not because of Elucia's stunning appearance.

"Is it her?!Illusia-Barov!" The entire members of the prince's guard, except for Varela and Broll, looked surprised, and reflexively drew their long swords.

The two protectors who followed the prince even pasted up one left and one right, blocking Anduin Varian behind him, raising his long sword and subconsciously preparing to attack, but was stopped by Prince Anduin Ureon who reacted.

"Stop!" the prince, who was no longer young, loudly stopped his men's unauthorized actions, turned his head to stare at Illucia for a while, and then said in a rather soft tone: "I didn't expect Mr. Grofe to be able to subdue even the plague spreaders, it's amazing." ”

Over the years, basically the upper echelons of the Undead Scourge Legion have become famous to a certain extent, and in the past year, among the leaders of the Western Plague Scourge that have been most frequently mentioned by the Silver Dawn Alliance, Elucia has also occupied a position.

"From now on there is only Illusia, there is no Illusia-Barov. Yang Long said calmly and unquestionably.

Seeing that Iluthia obediently put on her hood again, Anduin-Ureon frowned unconsciously, but immediately showed a smile on her face, and said lightly: "I see, I was a little abrupt. ”

"It doesn't matter. Yang Long's face changed, and after replying with a sentence without being salty, he said casually: "By the way, His Royal Highness the Prince." It seems that a black dragon fell nearby, I wonder if you saw it?"

When he said this, Yang Long immediately saw an obvious unnatural look on the faces of the members of the prince's guard.

"Black Dragon, how can there be a Black Dragon in the Western Plague Lands? ”

Anduin-Ureon looked a little puzzled, shook his head, and then made an invitation: "The battle in the Eastern Plaguelands is over, and the coalition forces are heading to the Tirisfard Glades, I wonder if Mr. Grofe is interested in recovering his homeland together?"

(To be continued......)