TravelSystemWarhammer 40KWorld of Warcraft
LordHighwaySingle Female Protagonist
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Freelancer Xia Yang and his girlfriend were driving away on National Highway 318 when they were driven away by a semi-trailer.
When he opened his eyes again, it was not a hospital or the underworld, but the continent of Azeroth: the eve of the massacre in Stratholme. The bells are ringing harshly, the plague is in the air, and the streets are full of zombies.
Before he could take care of his seriously injured girlfriend, the system prompted:
"Countdown to Stratholme City Massacre, mission: save the Paladin who is about to fall."
Starting gift pack: 1 tearer reconnaissance team, 1 travel car that has been restored to like new condition.
Ten black-armored scouts lined up, the muzzles of their guns were cold, and their chain swords roared: "Sir, the Tearers Chapter obeys the order."
Xia Yang's scalp went numb on the spot: I'm just an ordinary person, why should I command a group of descendants of the Holy Blood who are so crazy that they even kill their own people?
The tide of corpses is overwhelming the streets, ghouls are biting, gargoyles are swooping, and abominations are dragging carrion hooks through the streets.
The scout sergeant still spoke calmly: "Sir, this is nothing compared to Baal's Tyranids."
The Dread Lord's illusion descends, the Burning Legion's meteorites fall from the sky, and the blood of Black Fury awakens in the depths...
If the limited ammunition cannot kill the undead, then use the chain sword to carve a way out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood!
