Chapter 23

As we all know, the fastest running speed of a horse can reach 60 kilometers per hour, but this speed usually doesn't last long. It will slow down in more than ten seconds to half a minute at most.

Generally, when riding on horses, the speed is mostly maintained at about 20 to 30 kilometers per hour. After running for an hour or two, they will stop and rest for a period of time. They can travel between 80 and 100 kilometers for 12 hours a day. If they are cruel, they can barely do 150 to 200 kilometers.

As for any BMW that travels thousands of miles a day, it is actually an exaggerated description. No horse can really run 500 kilometers a day.

Of course, the above common sense about horses only applies to the earth where Zhang Cheng was born.

As for Azeroth's horse

Well, in fact, in his eyes, this thing can no longer be called a horse, but another creature with a shape very similar to a horse.

Because the black horse under his crotch has been running fast for five and a half hours, and there is no sign of slowing down. It is like having inexhaustible physical strength. No wonder he can carry a knight in full plate armor to attack the enemy and even complete the pursuit task.

You know, in the battlefield of the earth in the middle ages, horses can carry heavy knights at most, complete a limited number of charges at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour, and then fall to the ground exhausted.

It's also a horse. Why is the gap so big?

After all, just from the appearance, the horses in Azeroth world have nothing special except tall, strong and strong skeleton, but only after riding on them in person can they feel the power of the monster version hidden in blood vessels and muscles.

Holding back the pain from the worn skin on the inner side of his thigh, Zhang Cheng turned back and shouted to the young man behind him: "how far are we from Dalaran?"

"About two more hours of running! Why, are you tired? Do you want to stop and have a rest?" Garrick suggested loudly at the same voice.

"No, no, go on. The closer we are to the silver pine forest, the more vulnerable we are to the forgotten. On the contrary, the sooner we get to Dalaran, the safer we will be." Zhang Cheng shook his head and refused the other party's kindness.

It's not that he doesn't want to stop to relax his body, but that he doesn't know why. There is always an ominous premonition in his heart.

It is reasonable to say that if the forgotten want to use the town as a huge plague testing ground, they must send people to watch 24 hours and directly cut off their contact with the outside world when necessary.

But now, they have run so far in one breath, but they have not encountered an ambush, which is a little unpredictable.

As a saying goes, the best way to revenge a person is not to kill him directly, but to let him live in fear waiting for the eve of death all the time.

In Zhang Cheng's opinion, the reason why the forgotten person hasn't launched an attack is to create similar effects and consume his vigilance and energy, so he won't give the other party an opportunity.

Time flies. Two hours passed in the blink of an eye

Accompanied by the crisp sound of horses' hoofs, three healthy horses galloped along the foot of the majestic Alterac mountain to the scenic lodamir lake.

Just as the violet shield over Dalaran, the magical kingdom, rose on the horizon, three forgotten people riding death horses suddenly appeared in the woods.

Two of them, wearing sophisticated lock armour and holding a hunting bow made entirely of unknown biological bones, looked very different from the forgotten people they had met before.

As half a game fan, Zhang Cheng noticed the mark on their chest at a glance and immediately warned loudly: "be careful! These two guys are members of the elite army of the don't forget - the sentinel of the dead!"

"Dead... Sentinel of the dead?" old George shivered involuntarily. He hugged his daughter with one hand, and the other hand wheel whipped the whip, forcing the slightly tired horse to make the final sprint.

Anyone who knows the military establishment of the forgotten will not be unaware of this secret organization as famous as mi7 of storm city.

Most of their role is not to fight head-on, but to carry out a series of important tasks such as assassination, destruction and surveillance. Each of them is the elite of the elite. They are personally commanded by warimassas, the fear demon. Their style of behavior is cold and cruel, and they can do anything.

Seeing an enemy, without saying a word, Garrick directly drew a bow and arrow and shot an arrow at the nearest forgotten person.

"Hey, you fool who overestimated his strength." the forgotten sneered and sneered. He also opened his bow at a very fast speed and shot a sharp arrow with black light.

Although there is a time gap of two or three seconds between the two, the time to complete the action is almost the same.

When the two arrows collided in mid air, they burst out dazzling golden sparks, followed by the next second

The black arrow belonging to the forgotten easily split Garrick's ordinary arrow in half from the middle and plunged into his shoulder. In less than two or three seconds, the skin near the wound turned into a large area of red, swollen and disgusting sores.

"Ah ah!!!!"

Under the stimulation of severe pain, the young man couldn't help but make a sad cry and hurriedly grabbed the reins to avoid accidentally falling down.

"Damn it!" Zhang Cheng cursed in a low voice, raised his hand to the forgotten who had just shot an arrow, and released the instant skill - Flame impact.

However, to his surprise, the other party was not hit by a strong impact on the spot like the previous enemy, but had no impact after flashing a red light.

Before Zhang Cheng could figure out what had happened, the last forgotten in a black cloak suddenly accelerated to the front, followed by taking out a fiery red staff from his arms and poking it at the ground.

Boom!

With him as the center, everything about four meters around him was swallowed up by the hot flame shock wave.

Zhang Cheng felt dizzy for a while. He spun 360 degrees in mid air. Finally, he fell down and rolled three or four meters on the ground before stopping.

As for the poor horse, it has become a charred corpse beyond recognition, and there is no way to ride it at all.

"Leave me alone! Run! Run! Report to Dalaran!" Zhang Cheng struggled to get up and gave the final order.

No doubt he knew that the only way out for him to save his life and win the battle was to try every means to hold each other down and let old George and Garrick move rescuers.

Although his self-confidence expanded a little after he got the arcane power, he was not stupid enough to think that he could deal with the elite of the forgotten Sanming at the same time. One of them was still a powerful mage.

"Yes! Please hold on!" Garrick nodded in pain.

He undoubtedly knows that he can't help but make trouble, so he runs forward without looking back