“Hosh~hhhh~hhhh~”

Since leaving Lordaeron, Arthas has lived a very fulfilling day every day. He is responsible for driving the road to drive away wild animals during the day, and there is still a series of quality education to learn at night.

On the first day, Alsace was still worried about how to deal with the worn blood bubbles on his feet. Two months later, he was able to poke a strong monster to death with the long sword in his hand.

Poor Arthas got up early and worked late every day, and Chu Ci was ashamed of illegally using child labor. Instead, his requirements for Arthas became higher and higher. This is the power to be a teacher.

Of course, Alsace is willing to do this. If the mud wants to stay honestly on the ground, even if Chu Ci helps him, he will not be able to support him.

After a two-month trek, Chu Ci, Zixuan, Weilan, and Alsace smuggled from Lordaeron to the southern Great Six. Along the way, they saw orc troops large and small capturing humans, and some orc tribes gradually migrating to the central Great Six.

Between the steep hills and the low grasslands, a long group of people were slowly walking along the path, including orc families with their families, warriors riding on warriors, and in beast carts, occasionally looking at the warlocks outside through the car window, and the outermost area was a circle of strong orc men. This was a typical migrating small tribe. They could not rob the large tribe, so they could only move towards the Iron Fort and the barren hills in the northern section of Da 6 to find soil that could reproduce and thrive.

The most conspicuous thing is that among the crowded orc civilians, there are hundreds of human prisoners, with pale faces and thin skin and uncovered clothes.

The migration team of the small orc tribe was very long and walked very slowly. It was about to cross the last hill and come to the gentle wasteland. A slight noise suddenly came from the small hill on the left side of the team, and then a dull and low sound.

A golden-headed head emerged from the top of the hill. It was a young and tender little face. Looking at the orc warriors who were chaotic at the foot of the hill, a hint of fear appeared on their face, but it was immediately replaced by a determined and belligerent expression. The owner of the little face suddenly stood up, and the sitting horse carried him to the hill, revealing it to the orcs, just like a newborn sun.

When he rode his horse on the edge of the hill, the boy raised his head and let out a clear roar, and the sword in his hand waved forward.

"Knight, charge!"

The deafening sound of horse hooves tapping was instantly spread to everyone present, and then black figures appeared one by one at the top of the hill.

Black guns in black, black horses neighing, like reefs!

The next moment, without any hesitation, without any preparation, and even without a slogan, all the Death Knights rushed down directly.

The spear raised flatly formed a wave of destruction, and the tip of the armor-breaking crystal gun flashed slightly with sharp light.

Horse hoof taps, the knight silently!

There was no shouting or fanaticism. Under the leadership of the leading boy, there were only three hundred people, but they stepped out of the momentum of thousands of troops!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The orcs gathered into a formation and guarded the left side of the team, waving huge heavy weapons in their hands, grinning fangs and roaring loudly, trying to forcibly block the cavalry's charge with their physical advantage.

"Draw the gun!" When the orcs' defense line was still three hundred meters, the boy gave the order rationally and decisively.

This gun is not that gun. The Death Knight freed up his left hand and looked like a man. He took out the upgraded Death Withering Gun from behind, aimed it in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

Boom ~

Three hundred guns shot out almost at the same time, and the sounds were superimposed together, like a thunder blew up on the flat ground!

The orcs in the first two rows were directly overturned, and there were no more or less lying down three hundred orcs. The distance was closer, and the gunshots started again. Three hundred orcs fell down again. One hundred meters, and the gunshots started again. The Death Knight was actually calm and determined, bringing death to the enemy. It was not until the close forces were about to be fought, and the Death Knight took back the Death Withering Gun.

Three rounds of shooting directly hit the orc's defense line.

One halo after another floated up from the death knight's horse's hooves, and the war trampling halo suddenly stuck on all the knights. Alsace suddenly felt his blood boiling, his power was endless, and the armor-breaking crystal could attack the domineering gun, and the gun was like a dragon!

One hundred orcs were picked on the tip of the gun like a skewer. The chest penetrated back and forth, and blood flowed down the gun body. The tragic scene made the orc's aura even more depressed.

The orc's broken defense line was instantly torn apart, like a poisonous snake coming out of the cage, which immediately disturbed the orc tribe.

The swords and swords were raised, and blood and flesh flew. In just a short while, seven or eight hundred figures fell down, including human prisoners, or orcs, but there were no death knights.

Screaming and roaring, the huge casualties made the orcs red in their eyes. The fierce fighting reached a climax in an instant. All the brave orcs went on one after another, and the sound of attacks came one after another. They risked the spear breaking into their bodies and attacked the death knights one after another. The heat of the blood seemed to have caused the temperature around them to rise a lot.

However, on the hill where the Death Knight charges, there is a scene that is incompatible with the tragic battlefield. Chu Ci stood there coldly, watching his creation be surrounded by thousands of orcs and fall into a tough battle. His lovely little disciple Arthas was blocked behind the Death Knight.

"Husband, are you just watching Al fight hard?" Zixuan rolled her fingers and asked softly.

"Calm down, I'll give him five hundred death knights, let's see what he does." Chu Ci was not worried at all. Arthas made his own choice and had to bear it even if he was bleeding.

A few minutes ago, Chu Ci and others accidentally encountered the orc migration team. The human captives who were in danger of being protected day and night attracted everyone's attention.

"Teacher!" Arthas looked at Chu Ci in anger and looked forward to it.

"Where are we now?" Chu Ci asked back.

"Danogas hills, the enclave between Iron Fortress and Lockmodan." Arthas replied subconsciously, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Yes, even if you save them here, you don’t have time to send them back to the North 6. You can only save people for a while, if you let the orcs army.

"Do you want to save me?" Chu Ci asked again.

"I really want it, but I know I can't." Alsace paused and replied with his head down.

"Do you want to save me?" Chu Ci continued to ask.

Alsace raised his head: ""

"If you want to save me, save me, why are you afraid of the consequences?" Chu Ci touched his chin. Regardless of Zi Xuan's strange gaze, he was rarely domineering in front of his little disciple. "If you want to save me, just go straight down, and you have a good teacher to take care of everything!"

Arthas was stunned. Chu Ci bounced his fingers, and the alchemy formation pattern flashed into a formation. In his breath, he summoned the Death Knight with five hundred black swords and black guns. His big hand ravaged Alsace's head and patted the little man's shoulder.

"Go!"

Alsace climbed up the pony prepared by Chu Ci for him, drew his sword and waved it: "Charge!"
Chapter completed!