The violently expanding gas was mixed with sharp metal fragments, spreading indiscriminately in all directions, and at the same time as throwing out the flying knife, Yang Long jumped backwards to dodge Bin and curled up, hiding behind the shield of the "Royal Emblem of Lordaeron", which was more than a person tall.

In the clanging sound of metal impact, Yang Long was like being hit by a high-speed car, and his body, which was originally moving backwards, was accelerated by a huge force, and flew out in the opposite direction of the explosion center.

Fortunately, the effects of the magic did not last long, and apart from the first wave of metal shards, there was only a non-lethal flow of air. After wasting a lot of strength, Yang Long finally stabilized his body more than thirty meters away from the center of the explosion.

Less than ten meters back, it was Francis who had been on guard, and it was precisely for this reason that Yang Long would retreat in this direction. And because of the obstruction of vision, several people did not see Yang Long throwing a flying knife.

Such a terrifying magic explosion made several people watching the battle stunned all at once, judging from the escape of magical energy, the flame magic of this explosion was already comparable to the destructive power brought by the long-term chanting magic of a top-level powerhouse, far beyond everyone's understanding of Yang Long's strength.

"Isn't this a magic that a fourth-order flame mage can cast?" Regan asked Francis, a little dazed.

The old warrior also shook his head a little dazedly, several people focused their eyes on Yang Long's back, and everyone's expressions were a little complicated, although they had recognized Yang Long's identity as the master, but the fourth-order strength could burst out with the destructive power of the top-level powerhouse, which still made several warriors feel a little uncomfortable.

"Bin has won!" only Bridge smiled without any scheming, Yang Long's strength made her even more adoring and delighted, and she couldn't wait to throw herself into her sweetheart's arms to express her excitement and admiration.

However, compared to the few people in the rear, Yang Long's face was still solemn, staring intently at the dust and mist in front of him because of the explosion, and he was careful to slowly move forward. If he didn't see the enemy completely dead, Yang Long would never be careless.

"Huh?" Just approaching the center of the explosion, the dust mist had already dissipated, and Yang Long's pupils shrank and looked towards the center of the dust mist.

The Death Warrior, covered in metal debris, fell to one knee beside a shallow crater created by the explosion, his left hand completely disappeared below the elbow, and even his head was only about half of it, and his left cheek and most of his forehead were gone.

When Yang Long looked over, the only remaining right eye socket of the Death Warrior was pierced by two two-centimeter-long needle tail-thick metal beads and turned, and the blue fluorescence in the eye socket was at least half dimmed compared to before, and it flickered very obviously, and a kind of quietly invisible spiritual fluctuation passed from the Death Warrior in all directions.

Ga!!

The high-pitched whistling sound suddenly came from a few kilometers away, from the direction of the palace destroyed by Arthas, and after a few time differences, several faint cries came from the direction outside the city, as if they were echoing each other.

The Death Warrior stood up with a whirl~, looked at Yang Long with an expressionless face, and suddenly retreated towards the gate in Yang Long's somewhat surprised sight. At the same time, the surrounding undead seemed to have received some order, and they all killed the surrounded.

"Oh no! this guy is going to run!" Yang Long quickly made a judgment, put away the shield in his hand, and strode towards the death warrior.

The distance between the death warrior and Yang Long was only a short distance of more than ten meters, and Yang Long could clearly see that the death warrior was beating the undead creatures beside him from time to time during the running, and the entire undead creatures that were slapped quickly withered and melted and finally turned into a puddle of water.

At the same time, some white-green liquid seeped into the body of the Death Warrior's palm. After being nourished by these liquids, the injuries on the body of the undead warrior have improved significantly.

The metal debris all over the body, as if pulled by an invisible force, slowly squeezed out of the body. At the same time, the broken head of the Death Warrior, as well as the remaining half of his left hand, are also slowly recovering from their injuries.

Gray-white bones and skin, as well as black muscles that were completely bloodless, grew at a slow pace. It was only a short time of more than ten meters after retreating, and on the broken body of the death warrior, a small half of the serious injuries that ordinary people had already died a hundred times earlier, had already recovered.

"It must not be like this, let this guy continue!" Yang Long looked at the death warriors who were getting closer and closer to the city gate, as well as the undead creatures surrounding on all sides, and felt a deep pressure and great danger.

Especially hanging at the city gate, the approach of the two ant-like undead creatures made Yang Long have a strong visual impact. He couldn't help but feel a chill like being on the edge of the abyss, gritted his teeth with a gloomy face, and Yang Long tried his best to shoot his energy.

Whew~

Five thigh-thick cyan qi shot out towards the flanks in the cracking sound of the skin of Yang Long's right hand. Once again, he became an undead creature that had no intelligence to dodge, and was killed by this blow, and the killing efficiency was dozens of times that of before.

However, Yang Long had just relied on this blow and ran a few steps in a section of uninhabited land of more than ten meters cleared up, only to find that more undead had instantly filled this area. The undead's attitude of preventing Yang Long from approaching the Death Warrior at all costs even if they all died made him feel a lot of pressure.

And now more than three minutes have passed, and if you don't hurry up, when that ability to absorb blood can be used again, then it's hard to say who wants who's life.

Thinking of this, Yang Long desperately sharpened his head and kept approaching the city gate that was only fifty or sixty meters away, while the death warrior who ran to the closed city gate stopped running and slowly turned to face Yang Long's direction.

The blue fluorescence in the eyes of the death warrior whose head has basically been completely repaired is very faint, but what is terrifying is that a strange smile actually appeared on the expression of the death warrior's face

There were less than fifty professionals left in the desperate struggle on the periphery, and the nearly a thousand undead creatures who were fighting with these professionals suddenly all stopped at once, and they all gathered in the direction of the city gate, giving these human beings who were already in despair a very unreal feeling.

"What's going on? What's wrong with the undead?!" A fourth-order knight stared blankly at the city gate a few hundred meters away, under the attack of a large number of undead, a cyan pillar of cyan qi would appear every second to strangle the undead, and muttered in some shock: "What is that?!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Why don't you hurry up?!" a fifth-order knight next to him saw his colleague's stupid appearance, patted the other party's shoulder with some annoyance, and shouted loudly in hatred.

The fifth-order knight had an open fracture in his left hand, and the injury looked extremely terrifying, but although he was sweating profusely, he did not lose an inch. There was less than one squadron left in the entire city defense team, and the fate of several captains was uncertain, and there was only one way to die if they stayed here.

"Oh, oh! yes! go!" was reminded by his companion that the fourth-order knight regained consciousness, glanced at the corpse of his dead comrade-in-arms on the ground with a sour nose, and was about to leave, but bumped into the fifth-order knight's buttocks.

"Didn't you say let me go quickly, why are you?" After urging a sentence a little impatiently, the fourth-order knight found that his companion was just looking up at the sky in a daze. Looking at the line of sight with some suspicion, the eyes of the fourth-order knight widened suddenly: "Oh my God! What ?!!is that?"

About a few kilometers away, near the Imperial Palace, a dense mass of black dots rose, each of which was one of those terrifying flying undead creatures. And because the buildings were constantly being destroyed, among the dust that was raised, there were also hundreds of faintly huge figures, which were the kind of giant undead meat mountains forty or fifty meters high.

The ant-like undead creatures are even more sprinting to the front, in the huge six or eight, powerful arthropod swings, the body of ten or twenty meters long moves rapidly, and the high-rise buildings are like walking on the ground and galloping.

These three undead creatures alone have already reached thousands of numbers, not to mention those undead monsters that are like baboons and only pop up from time to time. Judging from the comparison of numbers, the total number of the incoming army of undead is at least sixty or seventy thousand!

The terrible spirits of the undead swept over the world, completely shocking the forty or fifty professionals who were about to retreat to other places to find another way to survive. And under the leadership of a certain person, these professionals came back to their senses, turned and rushed towards the city gate.

Except for quickly passing through the city gate, there is no way to survive on the inner three floors, and if you don't escape quickly, everything will turn into the dust of history in the passage of that group of undead army.

The fourth-order knight was also shocked by the terrifying scene, and after coming back to his senses, he followed the others without thinking, and turned around to kill the more than a thousand undead creatures behind him. After rushing out of the dozens of meters, he thought of something and looked back, and found that his companion who had warned him to flee quickly was still sitting on the horse.

"Oh my God, isn't the holy light shining on us anymore?!" the fifth-order knight, whose left hand was disabled, looked at the rapidly approaching undead several kilometers away.

Looking back at his colleagues who were running towards the city gate, he showed an ugly smile to the fourth-order knight, who did not turn around and fight like his companions, but drove the war horse under him, holding the spear with one hand somewhat reluctantly, and rushed towards the sea of the dead with a resolute face.