If Duke had seen this, he would have been so surprised that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Hunter Atumen.

The boss who was supposed to be an undead in the afterlife now appears as a demon. In the end, it is impossible to find out what the origin of Attumen is, anyway, as an introductory boss, he gave Wendsol and the others a good dismount.

Atumen rides an impressive monster.

The four hooves, wrapped in the flames of hell and glowing red, had already burned the bluestone floor into small pitted fire just by standing on the ground. With the sound of "snort, snort", even the high-headed hell war horse with sulfur breath and flames spewing out from his mouth and nose appeared in front of Wendthor and the others.

Taller than all the horses used by the Heavy Cavalry of the Stormwind Kingdom, it's easy to think that Midnight is a rhinoceros rather than a nightmare beast from Hell.

The man neighed on his back, and when the nightmare beast's roar resounded throughout the first layer of Karazan, when its huge body full of flames rushed left and right and unstoppable, Wendthor realized what Duke had said: "Your responsibility is not light, if you can hold on for an hour, you will complete the task." What does that mean.

Lothar had warned them countless times that when they faced the enemy on the battlefield, the first thing to overcome was the cowardice of death. If you can't face the fear of death, then a moment before death comes, you will realize that your feet have been standing on the border of the gates of hell.

Otherwise, when your head hits the ground, when you are knocked into meat sauce by the huge momentum of the war horse, the horizon at that time spins wildly, when your consciousness quickly dissipates and the fire of life is extinguished, everything is too late.

Your life, your status, your relatives and friends, your lovers, under that blow, will all become history...... The afterlife exists, and countless undead spirits and countless demons have proved this terrible, ironclad truth with their evil figures.

But once you die, you are no longer you.

The first thing to do to avoid this terrible situation is to overcome your fears.

It's not easy, especially in front of the Nightmare Warhorse with its own aura of fear.

Many elite warriors had frightened looks on their faces, whether it was the manifestation of a nightmare warhorse, or the suppression of a terrifying will, the fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow completely froze their hearts and blood. They are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, reaped by the homeopathic chop of the hunter Atumen and the charge of the nightmare beast 'Midnight'.

Windsor was surprisingly unafraid, he felt something awaken in his heart, and it was something called 'courage'.

"Heaven looks to the left, warriors to the right. ”

Having seen the griffons fight, Duke had said this more than once. From that day on, Wendsol had never understood what he said.

At this moment, however, Windthor understood.

Everything in the horizon is still the same color, and the flames of hell and the cry of death are still roaring wantonly. The comrades-in-arms not long ago have a good interpretation of what it means to pass away.

The fear of death was spreading at high speed, but Windsor didn't feel it in the slightest. His heart was filled with tension.

The tension came not from fear, but from a heavy sense of responsibility, from the trust of Anduin and Duke.

The robes around him are not afraid of death, and from the moment they accept this task, they have already put life and death aside.

But Windsol at least hoped that even if they died, they would die meaningfully, and they would die as they deserved, on the way to the charge to victory.

The battle was so chaotic that command became meaningless, so Windsol decided to take it himself.

He saw an opportunity.

An almost incontemporary, moment.

Just as Nightmare Beast 'Midnight' slammed into a warrior not far from Windsor's side with its almost unrecognizable speed, and just as Hunter Artumen was about to replenish his sword, Windsor Horan charged.

It wasn't an ordinary charge, it was a charge as a 'warrior' professional.

With a "hula" sound, with a long phantom, Windsol crashed into the Nightmare's side. The momentum was so great that even the majestic Nightmare Beast couldn't help but stumble over it.

"Come on, four-legged crawler! Let's have a good fight!"

'Midnight' is human, and Windsor's taunt upsets it, but before it can react, a shield engraved with the lion coat of arms of the Stormwind Kingdom gives it a hard blow.

【Shield Slam】

This heavy blow knocked its mouth crooked.

"Hah!" Hunter Artumen's next slash was parried by Windsol's longsword enchanted with [Demon Slayer] with a horizontal sword that couldn't be more standard.

The situation of the battle suddenly changed.

It was Windsor's brave battle that made the unstoppable Artumen fall into the siege of Stormwind's elite warriors......

On the other side, at the back door of Karazhan.

Lothar was faintly anxious, and after Duke ordered Wendsol to attack, there was no action.

"What are you waiting for?"

It's not that Lothar hasn't seen the mysteries of the mages.

Lothar couldn't figure out if Duke was really doing magic or listening like a thief, hiding by the door and listening to the wall.

But what is eavesdropping on?

If it's a big deal, why don't you act now?

Lothar's head was full of question marks.

Out of trust in Duke, Lothar remained silent, and his 24 best men, as well as the bored Garona, were waiting near the back door.

Not to mention, Duke is really doing a big project - eavesdropping.

It's a good strategy, but it depends on who you use it for. If it is used in a place where communication is inconvenient and alarm information can only be transmitted in the most primitive way, it is absolutely invincible.

But this is Karazan in Medivan, and if it weren't for Sargeras's arrogance, who didn't even bother to explore the area, or waited for them to come to the door, the group wouldn't even be able to touch Karazan's edge.

Entering Karazan, like a mosquito sucking blood on the human body, you may not feel it for a short time, but you will definitely feel it after a long time.

Duke just found a way to turn the raid into a raid again.

Duke wants to test one of his conjectures.

An invisible ripple was spreading in all directions around the highest point of the Karazhan Mage Tower. That principle is like a radar wave, through the active sonar, ripples made of arcane energy, and then when it touches something, there will be a faint ripple back to the highest point of the mage tower.

This principle is simply a wild talk for people in this world.

But for Duke, a traverser, it's not a problem.

"There it is!"