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Wang Dali talked with Green Dragon Elder Chrislant for a few words. When he learned that Wang Dali and his army were about to go to the Dragon Bone Wilderness, the smile on his face became even brighter.

"I can send a tribe member to lead you. In the Jingge Forest, there is no race that is more familiar to us than our Green Dragon."

As he said that, the Green Dragon Elder made a move to a green dragon who had transformed into a male young high elf who had come with him.

"Carlando! Come here!"

Pointing at the young green dragon trotting over with a nervous look on his face, the elder of the green dragon introduced to Wang Dali.

"This is my son, Carlando. Let him lead you to the Dragon Bone Wilderness."

Carlando looked at Wang Dali with a look of fear. Needless to say, this must be some unlucky guy who was knocked out by him with a punch. Standing in front of Wang Dali, he bowed his head to him very respectfully.

"Good morning, honorable priest."

"Um."

Nodding at Carlando, Wang Dali said to Chrislant.

"Then, we won't disturb you and your tribe next. But there may be people entering and leaving this portal in the future. I hope you can help take care of it."

"No problem, of course no problem."

Crislant agreed to Wang Dali's request.

Soon after, the Fire Head Army brought the food sent by the Green Dragon. Carlando led the way at the forefront, Wang Dali and his party and the alliance generals led the army and drove them.

The 7th Legion of the Alliance, the Fertagen Legion, the Silver Covenant and the Explorer Association were quite large, and the group lined up in a long row on the trail of the Crystal Forest. Leaving a few people from the Explorer Association were watching and exploring here, Brian Bronzebeard followed Wang Dali.

After helping the coalition forces establish the first camp, he decided to leave with the rest of the Explorer Association members to investigate the history of Northrend's Titan creation and the mysterious power of the ancient gods, and to discover and protect the remains of Titans on the Northrend continent.

The Jingge Forest is very large. Along the way, everyone walked forward while enjoying the surrounding wonders and finally walked out in the afternoon.

But soon, Carlando, who had changed into a green dragon form and volunteered to be a scout, flew back in a hurry.

"I found traces of the Scourge in front. There was a frost dragon opposite, and they also found me!"

When Carando finished reporting, the figure of a frost dragon had already appeared in the sky. Two teams of six death knights riding skeleton war horses came from a distance.

When they saw a black coalition, the death knights were obviously shocked and pulled their horses back and fled. They were about to rush back and tell the Lich King the shocking news immediately.

"Charge! Kill them!"

However, the coalition forces would not just watch these death knights run away. Commander Halver drew out his long sword from his waist and rushed towards the death knights. The cavalry in the first echelon of the coalition forces followed him and rushed forward at full speed.

But between a long distance, the tireless skeleton war horse under the Death Knight's seat was still very likely to catch up with these Death Knights. So, the accompanying mage Strange drew up the magic power in his body, lifted the double and shot out eleven runes in two seconds.

With the launch of magic, the mirror world began to form, and in front of the Death Knights, on the left and right, the earth and the sky began to flip like building blocks.

Faced with magic that had never been seen before, the six death knights did not dare to act rashly. So soon, hundreds of alliance cavalry surrounded them.

"Let's do it. Nothing is more suitable than us if it's the Death Knight."

With a cold sound that was not as cold as humans could make, nineteen knights wearing heavy black armor that almost wrapped around their bodies, and the horse under their crotch were also tightly wrapped around them, heading forward.

Although the leader of the Knight hid himself well, General Halver quickly recognized the other party.

"Are you Sasarien?"

"Long time no see, General Halver."

The captain of the Black Knights Order led a squadron of Death Knights to Northrend, Sasarien opened his mask and revealed his pale face.

"It's a natural disaster for the undead!"

This skin color was almost the same as the Death Knights on the opposite side, causing the faces of the cavalry around these black-armored heavy cavalry to change color and quickly drive the horse back. In the entire cavalry queue, more than a dozen cavalry even pulled out their weapons with red eyes.

"Back back!"

Halver looked cold and ordered. Several cavalry from the Seventh Legion stopped, but several soldiers from the Ftagen Legion still rushed towards Sasarien and others.

"I said, back up!"

The actions of these cavalrymen who did not obey the command aroused Halver's anger. He waved his waves, and immediately other cavalrymen stepped forward to stop them.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill this guy! I remember, I remember him! It was him who killed my sister!"

As he said that, the cavalryman, who was in a state of emotion, pulled away his clothes and revealed one of the scars that penetrated his left chest.

Pointing at the scars on his chest, the cavalry shouted loudly to the friendly forces blocking him with red eyes.

"See you? He stabbed this sword! If my heart was not on the right side of others, I would have become a ghost like him now!"

Under the opponent's cry of blood and tears, the cavalry of the Seventh Legion hesitated to take two steps back. Although he did not give up his position, a gap appeared.

When this gap appeared, the cavalry that the sister killed by Sasarian didn't even want to have a horse, so she jumped up and rushed towards Sasarian with the middle sword.

"Go to die, monster!"

The cavalry obviously didn't think he could cut off the opponent's head, so he planned to use his life to leave a mark on the opponent. But he didn't expect that Sasarien's left arm would fall down as soon as the sword went down.

"I'm sorry, I can't die yet."

Picking up his left arm, Sasarien placed it behind his back, bowing his head to apologize with his cold voice to the cavalryman who had recovered from his excitement.

"This sword is the interest I owe you. When I cut off Arthas' head, please come and take my head away."

With his only remaining right arm, Sasarien pulled out the long sword around his waist and pointed at the six death knights opposite.

"The Knights of the Black Front, Charge!"

Except for the sword being unsheathed, there was no sound, and the eighteen death knights behind Sasarian pulled out their weapons at the same time. The skeleton war horse swung its bone hooves that burned the fire and silently launched a charge to the opposite side.

The two groups of different camps passed by.

It was like watching a pantomime, with swords intersecting and armor shattering. In just over a minute, with the ploping sound, six death knights of the undead natural disaster fell to the ground.

The wind and snow fell inadvertently, falling one after another on the armor of the Black Front Knights, so cold that there was no trace of temperature.
Chapter completed!