The current location of the master and apprentice in Wèizhi is less than 100 meters away from the north gate of the South China Sea City.

Under the warm sunlight of the setting sun, the blue and white walls of the stone tower above the city gate reflect irregular scattered light spots, so that the pedestrians near the city gate are shrouded in a layer of light curtain, which is very beautiful and shows a sense of warmth and harmony.

It's a pity that such a gǎnjiào was broken by a group of prisoners escorted by a sergeant, and the noise was the fastest coming from this team, the team that walked out of the city.

The arrival of the natural plague has caused every human in the kingdom of Lordaeron to be in a state of panic all the time, and under this kind of jingshén pressure, many soldiers with weak willpower have chosen to become deserters.

Deserters have accompanied every war since the establishment of a vast empire and a formal army, and the best way to deal with these cowards is to hang them all to death as an example.

It's a pity that in the face of the undead natural disaster, the previous way of dealing with deserters, Yijing could not receive good results, and every day there would be deserters hanged, but it still couldn't prevent more deserters from appearing.

Yang Long was not interested in this kind of matter at all, and this group of prisoners caught his attention because one of them kept shouting and shouting words from his mouth.

Unlike several other deserters who knew that they would not escape death and were full of numbness, this non-professional deserter who was about twenty-five or sixteen years old and had a second-order physique was still roaring even though he was beaten hard by the escort soldiers with a leather whip, as if he had suffered a very great grievance.

When Yang Long approached with Xue Ni. The deserter was still struggling, and screaming desperately: "The undead are coming, the undead are coming!

Syllable!

The whip slapped the deserter in the face fiercely, knocking his words back into his stomach, spitting fiercely, and the slightly chubby sergeant holding the whip scolded viciously: "Howl again?

"It's really the undead, it's really Tarunmir Yijing who has been destroyed!" the deserter with a bloody streak on his face and a swollen eye in his face. Not only méiyou stopped shouting. Instead, he roared even higher.

"Fuck me!" the sergeant stared at the flames, thrust his whip into the belt, drew his short sword, and prepared to stab this nonsense guy to death on the spot.

"Wait. Yang Long leaned over with a calm face. Throw a gold coin at the sergeant. He commanded lightly: "I want to hear what he wants to say." ”

"Hmm, what do you mean? Do you want to attack the army? "Subconsciously after catching the gold coin. The sergeant's eyes flickered for a moment, and he made a vague gesture, and more than a dozen sergeants quickly gathered around.

Yang Long was stunned for a second. Then mingbái these guys are greedy, and they want to find an excuse to hold Ziji for more, and as soon as their minds turned, they had a countermeasure, and took out the two-handed big sword from the space ring and held it firmly in their hands.

The space ring is almost equal to the symbol of a high-level professional, and the sergeant, who was originally glittered by the gold coin, saw a big sword more than three meters long suddenly appear, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and they stopped their feet one after another, and two of them even fell a dog to eat.

Of these sergeants who were in charge of escorting prisoners, the most powerful was only a second-order professional, and the rest were ordinary sergeants with third-order physical fitness, Ruguo Yang Long was just an ordinary person, they could do whatever they wanted, but when they found out that he was a powerful professional, they suddenly became terrified.

Tèbié was the sergeant who caught Yang Long's gold coin, and his legs were trembling, and he held back a smile on his face unnaturally, and almost bowed down flatteringly: "This lord, do you want to listen to him?" Yes, you can."

Although the lord of the city of the South Sea City promulgated severe punishment measures for indiscriminate murder of professionals, Méiyou is willing to use his life to verify the authenticity of these severe punishments.

Moreover, most of the professionals who have space rings are high-level and top-level powerhouses, for these people, the death of a dozen ordinary sergeants is simply not serious, they think with their toes, and the city lord will not stand up for them.

"Hmph!" snorted coldly, Yang Long showed the arrogance that a professional should have, pushed the soldier to the ground, walked to the deserter, and asked lightly: "You said you saw the undead? Is it a shimeshihou?"

"Uh, sir, please, sir, help me, I'm really not a deserter!" the screaming deserter was stunned for a moment, and then Turán fell to the ground crying as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Don't talk nonsense with me!" Yang Long said indifferently, and after thinking about it for a while, he added: "Tell me what you know, and I may be able to think about it." ”

Syllable!

The leather whip struck the deserter again, beating the crying man to a shock, and it was actually the sergeant who was almost scared to pee, and he came up very well and said, "Hear méiyou!

Glancing at the sergeant in pángbiān rather unexpectedly, Yang Long nodded slightly, he was very mǎnyi about this guy's acquaintance, and the deserter who was beaten hard also stopped his wail at all, and trembled and shook out everything he had done.

It turned out that a week earlier, this guy had been a soldier at a watchtower near the southern part of Talenmere, and when he got up one night to pee, he stumbled upon a burst of fire coming from the direction of Talenmere.

Curiosity and fear led him to creep up on Tarummere, where he was horrified to see tens of thousands of undead creatures breaching Talummere's walls and slaughtering the city.

And when he fled back to the watchtower in a panic, he found that the more than thirty companions who were originally stationed together had all disappeared cleanly, and the great fear choked his heart, forcing him to flee back to the city of the South China Sea overnight to report the latest chapter of the immortal cultivators.

What made him think was that Tongguo's magic contact crystal, the magician of the city of the South Seas, confirmed that Tarun Mir was safe, so he became a prisoner with the identity of a deserter.

"My lord, I really misunderstood, it's really an undead scourge. Please believe me!" Falling to his knees with tears streaming down his eyes, the deserter ended his messy narration and looked at Yang Long with hope, waiting for the "adult" to save him.

But what made this poor boy desperate was that Yang Long's face showed a look of being fooled, and he turned around angrily and left, completely ignoring the pleading and crying of this poor boy behind him, and quickly disappeared at the end of the road with Xue Ni.

The rest of the sergeants who were deflated on Yang Long's body gathered around with a smirk, constantly beating this deserter who embarrassed them, and soon beat this poor boy to death

On the other side, the tavern where the master and apprentice lived.

After leaving the North City Gate, Yang Long made a big circle and walked around most of the South China Sea City, until it was dark, he returned to the tavern, and after a quick scrub, he was ready to rest.

From careful observation of the deserter's demeanor before, Yang Long could tell that he was lying, and the information about Dalaran's destruction may have been deliberately covered up by the magnates of the South Sea City, and the common people and professionals did not know about it.

Referring to the reaction of the magnates of the South Sea City this time, Yang Long judged that the deserter's words were ninety percent true, which meant that the South Sea City could be destroyed by undead creatures at any time.

Yijing is not safe here!

"Teacher, do you believe what the deserter said?" Xue Ni snuggled up to Yang Long's side obediently, and asked without sleep, although Yang Long said clearly, but Yijing, a naturally intelligent girl, had a guess.

Nodding lightly as a reply, Yang Long did not reply, but lightly ordered: "Have a good rest, we will leave tomorrow." ”

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Yang Long took Xue Ni into the market, frantically bought a large amount of food, clothing, and all kinds of daily utensils, and took the tens of thousands of gold coins from Otero and spent them cleanly.

It wasn't until this large spatial ring was almost completely filled that Yang Long spent hundreds of gold coins to buy two rare second-order horses, and then drove straight out of the city with Xue Ni's head, heading towards the northeast of the South China Sea City.

In the next few days, in order to prevent encountering undead creatures, Yang Long's master and apprentice hurried non-stop, until the two horses were almost unable to bear the alternating rest of the back and forth, and then the slowed down journey began to move forward at a uniform speed.

Late at night on the fourth day of leaving the city of the South Seas, a higher hill was windswept to the east of the Hillsblay Hills.

The crackling bonfire was about to burn out, and after a short sleep for two hours, and then Yang Long, who had practiced all night, took out the magic map he had purchased in the city of the South China Sea, and carefully checked the specific itinerary.

Half a day ago, Yang Long crossed a large river dozens of meters wide, and now the two of them are in Wèizhi, Yijing is close to a fortress city that was originally used to hold orc laborers, semi-production and semi-militarization, and collection mines, workshops, and furnaces are yiti.

However, the city was completely destroyed by tens of thousands of furious orcs in the orc war decades ago, and although the royal family of Lordaeron renovated it several times before the invasion of the natural disaster, it was constantly burned down by the orc army that roamed here.

It is worth noting that after the invasion of the undead natural disaster, the orcs who were active in this area disappeared all at once, as if they had evaporated out of thin air.

However, according to the investigation in recent months, there is some gossip in the city of the South Sea, which seems to be occupied by another force, and all travelers who pass through this area will be subjected to terrible attacks. (To be continued.) )