A bright red magic firework exploded from the death knight's finger, and the red mark danced in the air, representing the discovery of an important target. For a moment, the patrolling orcs and wolf cavalry rushed over in this direction.

"Don't be afraid! Children, don't be afraid!"

The dwarf prince drove his war sheep crazily. Behind him were the princess and two young princes crowded on a horse. There was undisguised panic in the eyes of the three helpless young people.

Muradin shouted in a deep voice:

"No matter what you encounter! Don't be afraid, Arthas! Varian! Don't forget the swordsmanship that old Muradin taught you. Don't be afraid of them! Don't fall behind!"

"I...we are not afraid!"

The 16-year-old Varian Wrynn clenched the sword in his hand, his voice trembling a little, and he hugged the trembling 10-year-old Prince of Lordaeron Arthas Mi.

Nihil, he said loudly:

"I will protect Arthas and Kallia!"

"Very good, full of courage! That's it!"

The old dwarf encouraged the young children with a gentle voice, asking them to try their best to get rid of their fear. Lake Lordamere was already in front of them, and the shining water waves in the dark night filled the four people's eyes with hope.

"Da da da"

The disgusting horse bell rang again. Muradin looked back and saw the dwarf's expression changed drastically. Behind him, three death knights quietly caught up.

The death knight's horses are dead objects, and there is no concept of fatigue. In this kind of pursuit, they have an absolute advantage.

The old dwarf glanced at the prince and princess behind him. He gritted his teeth, pulled the reins, and made the war sheep quickly turn in a direction. The dwarf held the battle ax in his left hand and the war hammer in his right hand. With a roar, he turned toward the goat behind him.

Three death knights rushed over.

"Run! Varian! Run! Run towards the camp! You know the location, remember! Don't be afraid! You are a born warrior!"

"I know!"

The young prince watched his mentor pounce on the gloomy knight behind him. He did not dare to stay. He felt the trembling of Alsace in his arms and the prayers of Princess Kalia behind him. Varian gritted his teeth and said,

The whip in his hand was thrown hard at the war horse, and he rushed towards the camp about 2 kilometers ahead.

Behind him, the extremely brave dwarf entangled three death knights. With his fighting power, it only took less than 5 minutes to resolve the battle, but the orc scouts were already rushing in this direction, and there was no time.

"Oh no!"

When Varian rushed out 500 meters, a group of roaring wolf cavalry appeared in front of them. Seven strong orcs and the same number of fierce wolves were no match for a 16-year-old boy.

"Human cub! Kill you!"

Seeing the orc scout raising the throwing ax in his hand, Varian looked around, pulled the reins of the horse, and forced the horse to rush towards the sparkling Lake Lordamre.

"Hold on to me! Arthas! Kalia, hold on to me! Don't let go!"

"Wow"

Amidst the blood splashing from the war horse struck by the flying axe, the three noble children fell into the icy lake with panicked screams. The orcs were unwilling to give up, so they drove the war wolf towards the lake.

He planned to use the throwing ax in his hand to completely strangle these three children in the lake.

"Well..."

Varian was holding Kallia and holding Alsace in his hand. The young prince was struggling to float in the cold lake water. His eyes were desperate. He looked at everything around him and shouted desperately:

"Whoever it is! Please, whoever it is! Help us!"

Does this world really have a destiny?

Maybe there is, because it is particularly cruel to the existences it pays attention to, but it also takes it very seriously. Therefore, the next moment, little Varian's wish was fulfilled.

A huge, silent black shadow fell from the sky, hitting the ground by the lake like a stone. Amidst the weird roar, the orc scouts turned around and saw a man carrying a heavy sword, but carrying a heavy sword.

The figure with two swords jumped down from the ferocious zombie dragon with a pair of blood-red eyes.
Chapter completed!