The air that was blowing from Sarnos's body suddenly burned. He instantly turned into a ...... Burning Man!

You don't have that ...... Ability, right.

There are very few fire spells in the Lich, and he is one of them. As he burst into the crowd and burst into the crowd, I really admired him by looking at him.

After he rushed into the crowd, there was a sudden explosion, and a huge shockwave burst out from his body, igniting all the guys standing within a radius of more than ten meters!

He laughed maniacally and ran again.

And after the next shockwave ignited the dozens of soldiers in that area, I could clearly see the commotion in the human soldier formation. The human army collapsed after a frenzied Sarnos summoned a massive pillar of fire and swept the Crusader commanders behind him to the ground.

They probably didn't expect to encounter such a thing, and those who died probably never dreamed that they would die like this.

However, Sarnos didn't just unleash flames to scorch them, and when the lich rushed forward and grabbed a soldier's neck, the flames instantly spread from his neck-holding hand to his whole body, and the human soldier's body was not only violently burned but also thrown away by him after a few seconds of burning. The man flew like a punching bag to the crowd and then ...... It exploded.

That's not a blur of flesh and blood at all, it's just a bomb! All the people around, including our soldiers, were blown up. It's just that the last to stand up are our soldiers, the flesh-and-blood human soldiers who died on the spot, and the unlucky ones were blown up and rolled on the ground. What awaits them will be extreme fear and life is worse than death, and then death.

In the words of Sarnos, the angry dead will never rest in peace, and the angry dead are the most powerful weapons.

Truth be told, the skill this guy unleashes is far more ornamental than Kel'thugad, which I call a gorgeous death.

And we won without any suspense, and I was glad to be able to bring him back, in fact, I was reluctant at first, this guy's burned appearance is disgusting. After the battle, I asked him, "Why didn't you find out that you still have such strong spell skills?" ”

He shook his head and said, "They do." ”

"Them?"

"Them." Sarno said frankly: "Actually, I don't usually like to use it. He said as he kicked the charred corpse, "But today is different. He smiled, looked at me and said, "I want them to be like me." "He doesn't laugh better than he cries.

Although the corpse is charred, it does not affect normal use, just like the walking corpses in our team, in fact, it does not affect the skin or not.

However, Sarnos was reluctant to resurrect the charred corpses, and whenever he encountered them, he would order them all to be carried away.

Although Sarnos is not yet skilled in resurrecting those corpses, he has taken much less time than when we first landed. I asked him this question when all the uncharred corpses had been resurrected, and he told me that it was harder for the fleshless corpses to get back up than the ones without the damage to the skin. It takes more mana and more mental power to control the souls of the dead who have not yet dispersed because of this excruciating pain. He didn't feel necessary.

So our team numbered more than four hundred, and we headed for Brill.

Sure enough, Brill was deserted, and although we found traces of recent human life when we entered the town, they were gone. It was supposed to be the defeated human army that quickly passed the news to all the places where there were still people.

But I also found a human scout in Brill, and I suddenly felt bad in my heart. Once there are scouts, it means that we have now attracted the attention of the living, and all the movements of our activities will be passed on to the supreme general here, and if nothing else, we may soon encounter an army that is several times or even dozens of times larger than us.

Brill wasn't far from Lordaeron, and I was waiting for the scouts to come back and report on the situation, and I was still wondering if I should go to Lordaeron and make a buckle for the human army to them. But the scouts I sent to Lordaeron didn't return, and the scouts I sent out to find out the news did.

Either it is that war needs time, geography, and unity, but there is another point that is very, very important...... That's luck!

It was pure luck that our scouts stumbled upon three human armies converging on us, and showed me a way out.

So I immediately ordered the whole army to march out, and to break out of the encirclement before the three armies formed an encirclement against us. According to the scout's report, we chose to attack the army coming at us from the north.

We don't need to rest, but ordinary armies must rest after a period of running, and the longer they run, the worse their physical strength will be, and their combat effectiveness will drop very badly.

The least noticeable drop in combat effectiveness after a long run is the dwarves, especially their musket teams, whose combat effectiveness is barely affected. But the stamina of humans is clearly inferior to that of the dwarves who live in caves. After the scouts kept reporting their positions, I decided to take a gamble.

Why bet?

We're spotting them, they're spotting us, I'm speculating on their stamina, and they must have suspected that, because we've never rested.

After the scouts reported that they had been on a twenty-kilometer or so run, and now that they were resting, we chose to continue the march, and when they were still six or seven kilometers away, the group finally couldn't sit still.

It is true that our army is not as numerous as theirs, but that does not mean that we cannot win, and the superiority of physical strength will be our most powerful weapon against them.

It can be said that when we were almost face to face, I decisively ordered the withdrawal of our troops, and the humans on the other side saw that we were not numerous, and when we turned and ran, they decisively chose to pursue.

There weren't many cavalry on the other side, so I chose to keep a distance of more than 600 meters from the human army. They can't shoot us, and they can't catch up in the shortest time, but I can make their soldiers gasp like dogs.

But in order to prevent them from feeling that I was slipping away from them, I once deliberately slowed down the army a little, and when they were almost three hundred meters away from us, I asked my army to speed up a little, but after five or six hundred meters away, I ordered the army to descend, turning the speed into a trot.

The human army behind me saw that we were still running forward, but the speed had slowed down, and there was no hesitation, and when there were still 100 meters left, I ordered the army to turn the spearhead.

I don't know if you trained the army when you used to train them to change speed. Since I died, this kind of variable speed running, whether it is rolling or prostrating, jumping up and down, running fast and jogging, I don't feel that it matter, but when I was alive before, especially when I first trained, this kind of variable speed running was a nightmare.

In the last 100 meters, when we turned the spearhead, the human infantry was still running, and it looked like it was ready to accelerate. I don't know what their commander is called, and I don't bother to know what it's called, and the main thing is that he can't tell me personally, and his subordinates will never be able to tell me the name of this idiot.

But I wasn't trying to discredit him, or anything. Even if he asked the army to stop, the result was the same. It's better to run into us in one go.

As you can imagine, although our army is small in number, it is no longer much of a problem for the human soldiers who have been running for so long.

There are certainly losses, but this time Sarnos chose not to scorch them with flames, but instead of frost. In fact, this effect is better than that of a flame, and when people sweat profusely, they are rapidly cooled down by very cold air, and this cold and heat are generally somewhat infected.

But this time it was not the illness that killed them, but the extreme cold.

Sarnos spread his hands, and he very bravely rushed into the crowd to release a frost blaster.

Do you know how spectacular the scene was at that time? The flying frost instantly enveloped a radius of about five or six meters, and even a larger area also affected, but the damage he received was obviously greater than that within five or six meters around him, and after the ice froze in an instant, those people simply reacted and fell to the ground.

And Sarnos seemed to enjoy the fight, he didn't use all his strength at all, and fist-sized blocks of ice were shot out of his hands. It's not to lose, it's to shoot! Ordinary mages shoot out and become necromancers, especially after becoming a lich, the spells he releases are very strong. If a fist-sized block of ice shot out of his hand and smashed into his face......

I know what it's like to have my nose broken by a brick, it's still thrown by a person, and the lightest result of being hit by the ice he shot out is a severe concussion, and it's not surprising that he was thrown to death.

The important thing is that these guys are now far more physical than they used to be!

It was also this battle that completely opened the way for Sarnos's growth. His name may not be known to many people, but he is really a very powerful lich in the Scourge of the Dead. And it was also after that battle that the strangulation of us began to become more and more perverted, and even the mages of Dalaran appeared on the way to surround and intercept us.

The battle ended in a hurry, and the two armies knew about our whereabouts, but they probably didn't expect us to be so soon. After we had routed this army, it was only a few hours before we were on the road.

Those two armies are coming at us!