"where is this place?"
Thassarian led the war horse and walked among the ruins of the ziggurat. The remaining armor and weapons around showed that a great battle had occurred in this place.
The green fluorescence he saw last night was emitted by the ziggurat crystals scattered in the snow, and now there was nothing but gravel and snow.
Apart from knowing that there were signs of undead activity here, Thassarian found nothing useful.
But he did not give up immediately. Instead, he chose to continue rummaging through the rubble for a while, hoping to find useful clues.
As Thassarian was searching through the ruins, his horse suddenly began to pace uneasily and snorted rapidly.
Sensing something unusual about the war horse, Thassarian immediately stood up from the rubble, pulled out the long sword from his waist, glanced around again, and picked up a relatively complete shield from the ground.
"Hey-hey! Be quiet!"
Thassarian tried to comfort his war horse. Although he didn't know why it seemed to be in danger, but whether it was a beast or an undead, its uneasiness would attract danger sooner or later.
But no matter what Thassarian tried, the war horse became more and more impetuous, its tail twitching rapidly, and its front hooves kept pawing on the snow.
This made Thassarian realize that the crisis might not be underestimated. This was a war horse specially bred by the First Legion of Lordaeron. Ordinary beasts would not scare it so much.
Moreover, there are signs of undead activities in this camp. Thassarian feels that there should not be any wild beasts nearby... In other words...
"Are you looking for me, bug?"
A huge shadow enveloped Thassarian, and he immediately felt an extremely ominous and familiar feeling in his heart - this seemed to be the shadow produced by the wings of some kind of creature.
"!"
Without any hesitation, Thassarian didn't intend to stop at all. He quickly got on his horse, pulled out a dwarf short gun from his waist, and fired a shot behind him without looking.
"Bang-ding!"
First there was the dull sound of gunfire, and then the sound of projectiles hitting the rune armor.
The Dreadlord stood among the ruins of the undead camp, watching Thassarian flee quickly on horseback, with no intention of pursuing him.
"This human being is too weak...not the guy who destroyed this base."
The Dread Lord moved his claw-like fingers, raised his arms, and wanted to use magic to summon the surrounding dead souls to see what was going on here.
But this spell did not summon any souls, and the Dread Lord looked a little confused - he was not a demon who was proficient in necromancy like Mal'Ganis.
However, he still knew that his magic failed to find any usable souls, and he had no way to understand what happened here in this way.
"Mal'Ganis's soul is also gone... Did he fake his death and run away, or was he expelled from Azeroth?"
The Dread Lord pinched his chin and thought about the whereabouts of Mal'Ganis, but he did not feel sad about what happened to his companions. Instead, he felt a little gloating about his misfortune.
It would be fine if Mal'Ganis faked his death, but if his body was destroyed and his soul was exiled back to the Twisting Nether, his fate would definitely be unpleasant. The Lord of the Legion would not tolerate repeated failures.
The Dreadlord who came to find Mal'Ganis' whereabouts was named Diselok. He was originally responsible for monitoring the undead Scourge in Northrend, but Mal'Ganis suddenly lost contact with them yesterday.
Their boss, Tichondrius, the leader of the Dreadlords, is currently planning something in the Eastern Kingdom that can summon the legion to come. He has no time to take care of Mal'Ganis, so he sent Diselok to investigate.
Tichondrius didn't care whether Mal'Ganis was dead or alive. He just asked Diselok to find out what happened. If it was a powerful enemy, he would stay out of the way.
Their main mission is to help the Burning Legion invade Azeroth. If they fail, even if their souls can escape back to the Twisting Nether, the Legion will show no mercy to the losers.
Diselok felt that the disappearance of Mal'Ganis was very strange, and that there was not even a remnant soul left where he last appeared, which had to make the suspicious Dreadlord frown.
Although he still didn't know what happened specifically, Diselok believed that it was most likely Mal'Ganis, a fool who played himself to death - he believed too much in his useless necromancy spells.
'I have to go back and warn them... I don't know if Mal'Ganis' death may be related to the strong men still left in this world. '
Diselok thought again of the human being investigated here: a mortal who appeared on the Northrend ice sheet, which was very strange in itself.
'Maybe I can get some news from him...'
With his wings fluttering, Diselok soared into the sky. The strong wind pressure blew away the surrounding snow. Under a large piece of gravel, there was a piece of rune armor that neither Thassarian nor Diselok noticed. The pieces are stuck there.
The magic runes on it had long been completely destroyed by the holy light, and even the armor itself was smashed to pieces, so Diselok didn't notice anything unusual.
Thassarian rode his horse and galloped all the way. He was filled with doubts: Mal'Ganis was still alive? His Highness the Prince may be in danger? !
The young warrior failed in his desperation to differentiate between the dreadlords, mistaking Ditherok for the dead Mal'Ganis.
Knowing that he was no match for the Dreadlord, he was confused as to why he was let go again. But what Thassarian had to consider now was whether he should go back and inform Bryan and the First Legion, or continue to pursue Arthas. footprints.
After a fierce ideological struggle, Thassarian clenched his fists tightly, and the leather side of the gauntlet made a sound as it rubbed.
'I can't do this alone...I have to inform everyone about the situation here. '
Finally, he made a decision. Now that he had a clue, if he couldn't pass the news to everyone, then his life or death would be meaningless.
He did not come out to show off as a hero, but to repay Alsace. If he had the opportunity to kill the enemy with His Highness the Prince, he would be willing to do so even if he died on the battlefield.
But if we continue to go deeper now, we will most likely die in vain. Only by mobilizing the garrison of the First Legion can we find the specific whereabouts of Alsace and provide useful assistance.
After thinking about this problem clearly, Thassarian immediately rode out of the snowy field. He had to return to Howling Fjord and notify the troops there, telling them that His Highness the Prince was very likely to be in danger now.
However, what Thassarian didn't know was that in the sky above him, a pair of evil glasses were watching all his movements.
