Stormwind God

Walking on the not-so-wide path in the forest, Duke had a heavy heart. ??

Correct! He returned, but his condition was very bad. Regardless of his intact appearance, in fact, he played the interstellar hardship, and only he knew it.

He came back alone.

Not doing this will not work.

Karazhan is wrapped in the depths of the space-time tunnel by cobwebs made up of numerous space cracks. No one else can come out except him. Although Alexstrasz can become a humanoid, the magic required to teleport her is too amazing.

And except for her, no one is good at magic. Although Khadgar is much stronger, the problem is that the ghost mage is almost bound by spirits and it is difficult to leave Karazhan.

Eventually he was trapped for too long. After Duke prepared for a long time, he teleported by himself.

It was an incredibly thrilling journey, and even with the help of system spirits, Duke almost died in the void. After all, there are often times when you have to make your body change direction three or four times under the condition of overtone within one second.

This job is really not done by people.

But when he returned, Duke had two serious problems.

The first is that he burned a lot of magic circuits. Roughly estimated, now his power may temporarily fall to the level of ordinary Huiyue Mage. However, if he restructures the magic circuit for a while, it should not be a problem to re-enter the half-step sun he once achieved in Karazhan.

The second is ... The system elves seem to be silent. No call was answered. I don't know if it is the solar storm or the influence of the space magnetic field. Anyway, the system elf is kneeling temporarily.

Both of these have greatly affected Duke's strength.

As Duke walked, he asked Renault about the status quo.

Although he frightened Renault, Renault tried to answer his questions carefully and selectively.

Through Renault's mouth, Duke knows some important news:

Lordaeron has been cannibalizing the original Alterac Territory in the past ten years. Now, except for the upgrade of Nanhai Town to the state of the South China Sea and its autonomy, the rest of the territory is basically owned by Lordaeron. But it was originally the broken ridge of Alterac King City. Because of the large number of snowmen's controversy, it was abandoned by Lordaeron in the case of poor cleaning.

King Ryan Wrynn was assassinated by an orc swordmaster for 8 years in the Dark Portal. Since then, Anduin Lothar has been assisting the young King Varian as Minister of Regency, but in the past two years, Lothar has basically been Duke Berval Fortagan as Regent Minister because of his poor health.

When he heard that Renault said that the holy city of Stratholme was okay, Duke was a bit lucky, so to speak, according to the original history, Arthas should not have fallen. In this case, it seems that the situation is not the worst.

However, when Duke asked Alsace's situation, Renault was more vigilant: "Don't you say to Sally that he is a man in the mountains? What do you care about His Highness?"

Duke's injustice!

Faced with the vigilance of the young boys and girls, Duke was quite speechless.

When Duke wanted to say something,

A terrible stench suddenly appeared in the wind.

Sally covered her mouth, and even a protector-like Renault managed to vomit.

That was the peculiar smell of the slaughterhouse, with a disgusting sweetness, not the smell of fresh flesh, but the stench of carrion.

It's been too long, too long, for Duke to smell it.

Only after a few days have elapsed since the body was buried on the battlefield will it have such a taste.

The rotten smell came from a house near a forest path. What exactly was born inside is now very clear.

Sally turned to Renault, her face pale but resolutely: "I have to go in and check. If there is a soul in it, I need to go ..."

Suddenly, with the poisonous gas of death, a horrible scream with liquid ** sound filled the forest area, and something rushed to them from inside and behind the house at an amazing degree.

Without hesitation, Renault immediately pulled out his sabre around his waist, shaking with trembling and pointing his sword at the person who came.

Along the light of the sword's edge, Renault's gaze faced a pair of dark eyes.

Renault, who has not actually been on the battlefield, realized in amazement that he didn't know what reaction to use to face the thing that was a walking nightmare.

It wore a ragged shirt and overalls, holding a pitchfork as a weapon. It used to be a farmer, but that was when it was alive, but now it is clearly a dead man, with gray-green rotten flesh falling from the bones, and the rotten fingers leaving dirty marks on the pitchfork handle; gelatinous fluid flows from the pustule Black pus.

It howled, and stench screamed from the corners of its black mouth.

The exclamation seemed to frighten Renault. He stayed a bit, almost before he could pick up the long sword before being stabbed by the pitchfork.

Fortunately, perennial training has allowed his body to form a fighting instinct. He still happened to use his sharp sword to knock the grass fork out of the living dead, and then slashed the long sword into the neck.

The inflexible neck was cut to give Renault a disgusting feel of cutting ** haystacks. Then, the dirty head suddenly flew to the sky, and the smelly liquid sprayed from the broken neck section sprayed Renault half a sheet face.

After losing his head, the thing fell on its feet and never got up again.

As a trainee priest, Sally used a Holy Light spell. Although she knocked down a zombie, she replaced it with more zombies.

This is far more than the two of them can handle.

"Sally, run away!" Renault exclaimed, and despite his hands shaking, he chose to let the lady run first.

At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard the sound of "snoring", the continuous wind breaking.

Countless fire beams flew past them and blasted on the zombies that swarmed. The fireball burst. While blowing up those disgusting monsters, the stench in the air suddenly added a scorch. taste.

The roaring noise of the noisy monster has been reduced by 90% in just a few moments. The clearest in the air is the crackling sound of flames.

In the distance, more living corpses staggered and tried to rush over, Renault and Sally turned back at the same time, and saw ten small flames burning steadily on the tip of Duke's long fingers, as if ten harmless orange flowers .

The next instant, those fires whistled and poured out, and huge fireballs the size of a water tank smashed into the monster pile.

Ten or two times, dozens of monsters kneeled.

Shari asked tremblingly, "Who the **** are you !?" (To be continued.) 8