After learning the purpose of Regan and others' trip, Tirion readily agreed to go with them.
But now that it was getting dark, everyone decided to go to his camp to rest for a night to avoid the undead that were more excited at night, and then set out for the Eastern Plaguelands tomorrow.
When Regan asked him where his camp was, Tirion smiled mysteriously and said he would know when he got there.
"Ahead are the ruins of Anhador," Tirion held down the horse's head and looked back to everyone. "It has now become a city of the undead. If you want to go to the camp, you must pass through here, and those rotten flesh will not let you pass.
We made it through in a big way, so I hope you're all ready to fight."
Regan patted the Great Royal Sword on his waist and smiled at Tirion: "When I was still a Crusader, I often hunted here. Now that I am visiting my hometown again, I think it must be a different experience."
"Haha! This is the momentum you need to deal with the undead! My son," Tirion laughed and raised the warhammer in his hand, "Then what are we waiting for? Rush over and smash their heads!"
Tirion shook the reins and ran straight towards the city of Anhador.
"Drive!" Regen spurred his horse and followed closely. At the same time, he did not forget to instruct the death knight who had just entered the battlefield, "Sam, pay more attention to both sides when charging! And protect your sister Sophie, don't let any undead get close to her!
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"Yes, sir!" Little Sam responded loudly and excitedly. Even though his heartbeat had long since ceased, the young man could still feel his cold blood beginning to boil, and the undead horse beneath him began to become restless.
"I don't think it's clear who is protecting whom, little idiot." Sophie curled her lips and rolled her eyes at Sam, and also urged the moonsaber under her to catch up.
———————————————————————————————————————— Roxas lies in a filthy cage in a daze
Although the consciousness in his mind was blurred, the wounds on his body still tortured him and made it difficult to sleep.
He vaguely remembered that he was going to the Winter Plague Land to dig some thorium ore to make a more handy battle axe. However, when he was traveling to Andhador, he encountered a group of zombies.
For an experienced orc warrior, dozens of rotting corpses were not a big deal - he cut these guys into a pile of rotten flesh in a moment, but when he was about to ride away on the warg, a mental shock wave hit him hard.
Knocked the orc unconscious
When he woke up from the severe pain, he found himself in a dirty cellar. Two skeleton warriors were poking his arms with sharp wooden stakes. He saw the orcs screaming unbearably loudly. These guys didn't.
The throat of the vocal cords was "rattling", and he seemed to be enjoying this scene very much. If a ghost hadn't come in and interrupted them, maybe this boring game would have continued until the orc died.
"Damn skeletons, I swear I will crush them all into pieces," Roxas struggled to sit up, his head still buzzing.
The orc took two deep breaths and raised his head to look at the surrounding environment. However, to his disappointment, there were no escape tools or passages around. There was only one narrow door in the entire cellar for entry and exit.
Fortunately, the undead did not tie him up. It seemed that he had to wait until he had enough rest before he forced his way out of this ghost place. The orc comforted himself in his heart.
However, when he was about to close his eyes and rest, two strong ghouls came in from the narrow door and roughly lifted him up.
"Let me go! You disgusting guys, where are you going to take me?" The beast roared, but his sore body prevented him from making any resistance.
The ghoul didn't answer him. Maybe these low-level undead didn't know the orc language. They just dragged him out of the cellar and took him to the center of Anhador city.
"Welcome, my orc friend," Roxas was thrown directly to the ground by the ghoul. The orc who was smashed to pieces was about to curse when a gloomy voice came from the side, "Although I don't know your
What is your mission, but it’s a pity that your life can only end here.”
Roxas responded to the call and saw a lich, surrounded by several skeleton officers, looking at him pitifully.
"I don't know what the hell mission you are referring to, but if my battle ax is still in my hand at this moment, I promise to split your phylactery and let you taste the taste of real death." The orc still said hard.
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"Sure enough, they are low-level beings who can't even see the situation clearly," the Lich said with a sneer. "I didn't want to waste time talking to you, but as the ruler of Anhador - the great Lich Allah
Kil, I decided to give you a chance to tell you your purpose of going to the Eastern Plaguelands. Maybe I will consider keeping your whole body."
"Bah," the orc spat disdainfully, "There is no coward in the Saurfang family who is afraid of death. My father and my uncle are both first-class warriors, and I would be the same."
The cold air on Arakir's body became stronger and stronger, and the Lich stared at him angrily and growled: "Stupid orc, being tough will not bring you any benefits. I have intercepted and killed two batches of alliance messengers, and I am not inferior to you."
A green-skinned orc! All I want is for you to tell me, did your chief send you here, and what did he know?"
"Crap!" The orc completely ignored Alakir's roar and turned his head contemptuously - but this expression soon turned into surprise.
"What is that?" The commotion in the distance made Roxas gradually open his eyes. He watched in disbelief as the four knights came from nowhere. The undead that they blocked along the way were easily chopped into pieces by them.
"It's that damn knight again!" Arakir also spotted the enemy rushing towards him and cursed angrily, "He actually brought his companions with him this time. Does he think Anhador can come and go at his will?
Vegetable patch?”
"Haha, it seems you rotten flesh are about to be doomed," Roxas laughed and taunted, "Look at your vulnerable subordinates, those knights can simply crush them with their war horses."
"Shut up!" Arakir shouted angrily, "I am Lord Kel'Thuzad's most outstanding student, how could I lose to those inferior humans!"
"You all, come to me! Chop those guys into pieces!" The Lich screamed at several skeleton generals.
"As you command, Master." The more powerful servants responded, raising their hands to summon skeleton war horses with underworld fire, and rushed towards the incoming enemy.
Undead wailed and fell under the rune sword one after another. Sam's pale cheeks were slightly red from the killing. He looked at Ragen with some pride, as if hoping to get the approval of his superior.
"Well done! But pay attention to your state of mind, don't be blinded by the killing," Regan gestured his thumb to Sam, and at the same time waved a golden sword light, burning several ghouls who tried to attack.
From the ashes, "Your power comes to the darkness, but you can only use it, don't follow it, keep your mission and beliefs in mind!"
Little Sam's red cheeks gradually cooled down, and he replied sincerely: "I remember, sir! The Holy Light is my only faith, and protecting the Alliance and Stormwind City is my true mission. Death Knight Sam Hank
He only raised his sword to protect the weak!"
Regan nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, keep up the good work!"
"Holy Light, what did I see?" Tirion sighed to him in a low voice, "It's actually a death knight who believes in the Holy Light! My child, I have to say that you are an excellent mentor."
"Fortunately, this child has a pure nature," Regan killed another abomination and explained to Tirion, "He became a death knight by accident, but this did not pollute his pure and flawless soul."
"Yes, but you must continue to pay attention to his growth. As a warrior of light who uses dark power, he will be a successful example for us to fight against natural disasters." Tirion nodded towards Regan
"As you command, Lord Tirion..." Regan responded respectfully.
"Be careful, there are seven high-level undead knights five hundred yards ahead!" Sophie spotted the skeleton knights rushing towards them and loudly warned everyone.
However, before he finished speaking, seven skeleton war horses arrived in front of everyone in the blink of an eye, and raised their weapons amidst the crisp sound of bones shaking.
"You are not overestimating your own capabilities!" Regen snorted coldly, dodged the heavy sword of a skeleton knight, and slashed at the opponent without stopping with the great royal blade in his hand holding the golden holy energy.
"Qiang" a battle ax poked out of his body, and incredibly blocked Regen's inevitable sword strike. Before he could utter a word of surprise, two skeleton knights sat down on their horses and surrounded him, one on the left and the other on the right.
He forcibly led his horse out of the battle ring while it was neighing in agony.
Regan was slightly startled, and hurriedly grabbed the reins with his left hand, hoping to hold the horse's head by force; however, how could the ordinary horse he was riding compare to the psychic skeleton war horse? The horse was squeezed by three powerful forces, and it was all humming.
Without a sound, blood spurted out from all his orifices, and he suddenly rolled to the ground.
"Ragen!" Tirion was about to go to the rescue. The remaining horses on the opposite side changed their lines. Three skeleton knights stopped him tacitly, while the other two ran straight towards Sophie and Sam.
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"Go away!" The old knight's beard and hair were spread out, and with the golden holy light in his hand, the war hammer hit the undead blocking the way.
But the three cunning high-level undead did not fight him head-on. They sat down on the skeleton horse and jumped far away flexibly, avoiding Tirion's attack range. When he reined in his horse and went to save Regan, these despicable
The undead people surrounded them again
Tirion's eyes were so angry that he couldn't catch up with his old horse. He could only watch as Regan was firmly pressed by the horse.
At this moment, Sam and Sophie were tightly entangled by two undead. Although their strength was much higher than that of a single skeleton knight, these irritating guys were like flies, making it difficult for people to move forward or retreat. Sophie saw Regan
He rolled his saddle and dismounted, feeling even more anxious. He was almost hit by the opponent's knife.
Seeing that the situation was clear, the two skeletons surrounding Regen laughed silently. As Sophie screamed, they drew out their swords and axes, and slashed at the paladin whose body was pinned down by the war horse.