After the Council of the Mighty in Stormwind City, MI7 sent tens of thousands of people, and the major and medium-sized adventurer guilds also participated, searching for Yang Long's traces one by one with different purposes.

The cooperation between the most powerful human kingdom and the adventurers of the alliance has gathered an incomparably powerful force, and it only took two and a half years to cover all the eastern continents, even most of Kalimdor, as well as many coastal islands.

And Yang Long, who was unaware of this, also arrived at the destination of the voyage after some twists and turns.

Far North, Northrend, Keel Wilderness, somewhere along the coast.

"Whew! It's finally here. Yang Long exhaled and looked at the edge of the northern sky.

Strictly speaking, it took only a few months to get from Tirisfal Glade to Northrend, but the leader of the personnel in charge of the reception insisted on staying on an island for two years while sailing to a certain part of the sea.

The humans on this ship are all Wordsworth-Fergus henchmen, and each of them has a neurotic madness.

It was precisely for this reason that although it had only been more than a month, Matilda and the others' injuries had recovered intact, but Yang Long still had the highest strength of the thirteenth order, and the warlock who was in charge of this ship had no choice.

For a group of insane madmen, Yang Long, who was confined to the endless sea and had no experience in sailing, could only live a reclusive life on a small island for two years with great grievances, and did not return to the road until three months ago.

This is also why Yang Long's heart is true. I was still very emotional after seeing the land.

After such a period of cultivation, Yang Long's lost limbs have regrown, and his own state has also returned to the peak, and the strength of several female slaves has also increased to a certain extent, and Xue Ni has even advanced to the lower rank of the twelfth order.

"Now that you're in Northrend, can you tell Wordsworth-Fergus what the hell you want to do?" Yang Long retracted his gaze from afar, turned his head to the middle-aged man not far to his right, wrapped in a robe.

The middle-aged man looked close to fifty, and his face was rough, not like a nobleman at all. On the contrary, he is like a farmer facing the loess with his back to the sky. After hearing Yang Long's question, it took five seconds before he nodded slowly, "Of course it's no problem, my lord." ”

"The teacher once said that if he didn't show up for two years. Then it must be dead. "The middle-aged man has a flat gaze. There was no mood swing in his tone: "And we'll send you to Northrend." And show you the way. ”

"Directions?" Yang Long said with an eyebrow.

"That's right, the rest of the road needs to be walked by yourself. A hint of frenzy flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. His body trembled slightly, and his words also had a trill: "We will follow in the footsteps of the teacher!"

The meaning of the middle-aged man's words made Yang Long feel a little surprised, and subconsciously glanced at Xue Ni, and then felt that his behavior was abrupt, suppressed the inexplicable chill in his heart, and asked, "Then where should I go next?"

"As soon as you step on land, adults will feel it. After a short moment, the middle-aged man regained his composure, first said something in an extremely envious tone, and after a pause, he added, "But eventually you will reach the earth's firmament!"

The bodies of several female slaves standing beside Yang Long trembled, and they all showed shocked expressions.

"The firmament of the earth" is a proverb in the world of Azeroth, and basically every high-ranking powerhouse of every race knows the meaning contained in it, referring to the legendary place where the Titans created the world - the highest place in the Ice Crown.

But through Elucia, Yang Long and the others already knew that the current Ice Crown had become the base camp of the Scourge.

The so-called "Scourge Legion" base camp here is not the scale of the Plague Lands, but the real place where the undead are born, and the Silver Dawn Coalition has determined that in the firmament of the earth, the palace of the undead is standing a few years ago.

The Lich King, a super-powerhouse, the most powerful creature in Azeroth.

One name after another, as well as the horrors and disasters brought to the world by the Scourge Spirits and their leaders, immediately came to the minds of everyone present, and even Elucia, who was still serving the Scourge Legion not long ago, still felt breathless.

"The king of the undead legion?" Yang Long couldn't help but smile faintly when he remembered his code name in his previous life.

The old butcher showed no concern, which made the nervous women regain their calm one after another, only Xue Ni's heart suddenly tightened, and she felt a little frightened inexplicably, and reflexively pulled Yang Long's hand.

The reaction of his beloved disciple suddenly made Yang Long frown, and after retracting his hand and feeling that there was no way to break free, he sighed a little helplessly, and said coldly: "Since this is the case, then land as soon as possible!"

"Yes, sir. The middle-aged man bowed, turned and left to arrange the landing.

After about half an hour, the ship came to a stop when it was less than three kilometers away from the land, and Yang Long and his party of six took a small boat and slowly rowed towards the shore.

Before the boat docked, a raging fire suddenly broke out on the ship controlled by the middle-aged warlock, but no one jumped out of ship to escape, and after a while, Yang Long felt that the aura of professionals on the ship disappeared one by one.

"Master, do you have something on your mind?" Seeing Yang Long silently looking at the ship, Ilucia asked with concern.

Glancing at the female slave girl who was most favored by him, Yang Long shook his head a little unhappily, didn't pay attention to the ship that was getting more and more hot, sat down and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep to breathe, and quietly thought about it in his mind.

Originally, according to Yang Long's character, he was going to personally slaughter the professionals on the ship before landing on the shore, so as to relieve the life of nearly two years like house arrest, and let out the evil anger that was suffocating in his heart.

However, after a conversation with the middle-aged warlock, especially after noticing the madness of the other party, Yang Long felt bored for no reason, so he allowed the other party to self-immolate in the way he wanted.

Obviously, Wordsworth-Fergus already has a series of arrangements, not to mention that there seems to be a real sense after going ashore, just this series of plans of the "Brain of Conspiracy", as well as a group of crazy henchmen, made Yang Long feel a little bad.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, and the "self" has felt it many times before.

After thinking for a while, the boat had rowed to the shore, and several slave girls jumped ashore first, and after fixing the boat, they gently woke the old butcher from his contemplation, and waited for him to disembark and destroy the traces.

"Foresight of the future?" or "Yang Long muttered in a low voice, and landed lightly on the beach.

On the other side, the mainland of Kalimdor, the Northwest Islands.

"Prophet, the group of adventurers is gone. General Delaney, dressed in magical armor, bowed down to the respectful report of his compatriots standing in front of him, his words full of confusion and grief.

And what he called a prophet was a Draenei who was about 3.5 meters tall and wore a simple robe, and after hearing the report of his confidant general, he sighed slightly and asked, "Are there any more compatriots who have died?"

"Yes, Prophet. General Delaney replied.

One day, about fifteen years ago, a huge alien spaceship suddenly appeared in the sky over the Black Coast, crashing into a large archipelago called the Secret Blue Island, near the Night Elf sacred tree "Teldashir".

The fall immediately drew the vigilance of the Night Elves, but through subsequent contact, it was revealed that these humanoid creatures called "Draenei", although they resembled the form of Ereda demons, were a peace-loving race.

With a total population of less than 50,000 people, the Night Elves have a lot of security.

In particular, the unique abilities of the Draenei have allowed these outsiders, who are like refugees, to receive very generous assistance, so that the creatures who were not clothed and fed at the beginning survived

(To be continued......)