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Sassarian led the war horse and walked in the ruins of the psychic tower. The armor and weapons left around showed that there was a big battle in this place.

The green fluorescence he saw last night was from the crystals of the psychic tower scattered in the snow, and now there is nothing but gravel and snow.

Except for knowing that there were signs of death and movement, Thassarian didn't find anything useful.

But he didn't give up immediately, instead he chose to continue searching for a while in this waste rock pile, hoping to find useful clues.

As Thassarian was searching among the ruins, his horse suddenly paced uncomfortably, and kept making rapid nasal noises.

Sassarian, who noticed the horse's abnormality, immediately stood up from the pile of rubble, drew the long sword around his waist, glanced around again, and picked up a fairly complete shield from the ground.

"Hey--hey! Be quiet!"

Thassarian tried to calm his horse, although he didn't know why he found a dangerous abnormal behavior, but whether it was a beast or an undead, it would sooner or later attract the danger with such anxiety.

But no matter what Sassarian tried, the horse became more and more impetuous, its tail twitched quickly, and its front hoofs kept digging on the snow.

This made Thassarian realize that the crisis may not be underestimated. This is a war horse specially bred by the First Army of Lordaeron, and ordinary beasts will not make it so scared.

Moreover, there are signs of death and activity in this camp. Thassarian felt that there shouldn't be any beasts nearby... that is to say...

"Are you looking for me, bug?"

A huge shadow enveloped Sassarian, and an extremely ominous sense of familiarity immediately appeared in his heart-it seemed to be a shadow produced by some biological wings.

"!"

Without any hesitation, Sassarian didn't intend to stay at all. He quickly turned on his horse and drew a dwarf short gun from his waist. Without looking, he fired a shot behind him.

"Bang-ding!"

There was a dull gunshot first, and then the sound of projectiles hitting the rune armor.

The Dreadlord stood among the ruins of the undead camp, watching Thassarian fleeing fast on a horse, but had no intention of chasing him.

"This human being is too weak... not the one who destroyed this base."

The dreadlord moved his claw-like fingers, raised his arms, and wanted to use magic to summon the surrounding souls to see what happened here.

But this spell did not summon any souls, and the dreadlord's expression was a little puzzled-he was not a demon proficient in necromancy like Mal'Ganis.

But he still knew that his magic could not find any usable soul, and he couldn't understand what happened here in this way.

"Mal'Ganis' soul is gone... Did he swindle to death or was expelled from Azeroth?" 1800 Literature www.1800wx.com

The dreadlord pinched his chin to ponder the whereabouts of Mal'Ganis, but he did not feel sad for what happened to his companions, but rather gloated.

It would be okay for Mal'Ganis to die by fraud. If his body was destroyed and his soul banished back to the Twisting Void, his fate would be absolutely uncomfortable, and the Lord of the Legion would not tolerate repeated failures.

The dreadlord who came to search for Mal'Ganis, named Diselok, was originally responsible for monitoring the undead and natural disasters in Northrend, but Mal'Ganis suddenly lost contact with them yesterday.

Their boss, Tichondrius, the leader of the dreadlord, is now planning something that can summon the Legion in the Eastern Kingdom, and he has no time to take care of Mal'Ganis, so he sends Diselok to investigate.

Tichondrius didn't care whether Mal'Ganis was alive or dead, he just asked Ditherok to find out what happened, and if it was a powerful enemy, he would avoid the edge.

Their main task is to help the Burning Legion invade Azeroth. If they fail, even if the soul can escape back to the Twisting Nether, the Legion will not show mercy to the losers.

Dyselok felt that Mal'Ganis' disappearance was very strange, and the place where he last appeared did not even leave a remnant soul, which had to make the suspicious Dreadlord frown.

Although he still doesn't know what happened, Dyselok believes that in all likelihood, Mal'Ganis, a stupid idiot, played him to death-he believes too much in his useless undead spells.

'I have to go back and warn them... Mal'Ganis' death is not sure if it will be related to the strong ones still remaining in this world.'

Detherlock remembered the human being investigated here again: a mortal who appeared on the Northrend Ice Sheet was very strange in itself.

'Maybe I can get some news from him...'

With a flap of wings, Detherlock rose into the sky, and the strong wind pressure scattered the surrounding snow. Under a large piece of rubble, there was a piece of rune armor that neither Sassarian nor Detherlock noticed. The fragments are stuck there.

The magic rune above was already completely destroyed by the Holy Light, and even the armor itself was smashed to pieces, which made Detherlock not notice any abnormality.

Thassarian rushed all the way on his horse, and he was shocked: Mal'Ganis is still alive?His Royal Highness may be in danger?!

The young warrior couldn't tell the difference between the dreadlord under his urgency. He mistook Detherok for the dead Mal'Ganis.

Knowing that he was not the opponent of the Dreadlord, he wondered why he was released again, but what Thassarian now has to consider is whether he should go back and inform Brian and the First Army, or continue to pursue Alsace. Footprint.

After the fierce ideological struggle, Sassarian clenched his fist, and the leather side of his handguard rubbed and made a noise.

'I can't do it alone... I must inform everyone of the situation here.'

In the end, he made a decision, and now he has a clue. If he can't pass the news to everyone, then his life or death is meaningless.

He did not come out to be a hero, but to repay Arthas, if he had the opportunity to kill the enemy with His Royal Highness, even if he died on the battlefield, he would be willing.

But now if you continue to go deeper, it is very likely that you will die in vain. Only by launching the garrison of the First Army can it be possible to find the specific whereabouts of Alsace and provide useful assistance.

After thinking about this problem, Sassarian immediately rode his horse towards the snowy field. He had to return to Howling Fjord and inform the troops there, telling them that His Royal Highness is very likely to be in danger now.

But what Sassarian didn't know was that in the sky above his head, a pair of evil glasses was watching all his movements.