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"There are still some houses ahead, Your Highness." Farric reported.

"Okay, then," Alsace said, "let us..."

A sudden loud noise startled Alsace to stand up. "What's going on?" He looked towards the direction of the sound. There were some almost invisible short shadows there, but the rumble was not easy to mishear. "Then

It's the sound of artillery. Follow it!" He mounted a horse, tightened the reins, and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Several dwarves looked up at the troops coming this way. Both sides were equally surprised when they saw each other. Alsace reined in the reins. "It's your artillery. What are you attacking?"

"We're bombing those cursed skeletons. They're crawling all over this damn village!"

A chill rose up Alsace's back. He could see clearly now that the monsters he had just seen were approaching at a slow pace. "Fire!" the dwarf leader yelled. Some skeletons were blown into pieces.

ash.

"It seems that I may be of use to you." Arthas said, "I am also investigating these damn monsters and destroying them."

The dwarf turned to him, his brown eyes widening. "Are you investigating them? Ha! I know! Brothers, move. We are going to help this beautiful boy!" He looked up and stared at Arthas. "

By the way, who are you, kid?"

Even at this terrifying moment, the dwarf's rude tone still amused Arthas. "Prince Arthas Menethil."

The dwarf was speechless, but he quickly responded. "At your service, Your Highness."

Arthas had no time to be polite. He quickly organized the dwarves into his troops and began to direct them to charge. Every time he took a step forward, skeletons would rush in from all directions. Arthas waved his war hammer tirelessly, and the holy light filled him.

There was a surge of blood in his body. It was really wise to let the dwarves join him. There were many enemies, and he couldn't guarantee that he could deal with them with his own team alone.

This team of humans and dwarves moved slowly but perseveringly toward the depths of the village. Arthas jumped off his horse and rushed straight into the center of the pile of skeletons. The warhammer he held tightly in his hand shone with a dazzling white light.

.The initial shock and fear had left him. Arthas seemed to feel that killing these monsters was better than killing orcs. Orcs can always win the pity of some people because they have thoughts, but these things are just corpses, even if they have thoughts, they should

Stay in the tomb instead of coming out to scare people. Now he sends these people to where they really should go, without any burden in his heart. What's more, they look like marionettes, making speechless sounds from their mouths.

Unlike intelligent life forms.

He knocked down two more, and Arthas couldn't help but sneer fiercely.

These people seemed to have been dead for a long time. There was no strong stench on their bodies, and their bodies were not rotting but had dried, leaving only skeletons with fragments of clothing hanging on them.

"Your Highness!" Thassarian's clear and powerful voice penetrated the noise. Arthas quickly dealt with a zombie who tried to chop off his head with a scythe and looked at him. Thassarian, holding two swords, pointed

Looking ahead, "Look!"

Alsace turned to where he was pointing and immediately squinted his eyes. He saw a group of humans. Judging from their movements, they were obviously living people. They were wearing black robes and making various gestures - their hands were pale, and there were

Light green smoke surrounded them - they were casting spells! Those skeletons did not attack them, which proved that they were the masterminds behind all this.

"Over there! Aim at them!" Alsace shouted.

The dwarves heard the order and began to turn their guns. The soldiers also charged forward at the same time. They stared at the living people in black robes and fought their way out.

But that group of people stopped all activities as soon as they were directly attacked. The zombies they controlled immediately stopped. Although they were still moving, they became aimless. The man in black robe became the target of the dwarf artillery and soldiers, and was completely unbearable.

One blow. But soon the black-clothed mages formed a circle, swung their hands and began to cast spells. Arthas saw the space vortex between them, and they tried to open a portal.

"No! Don't let them escape!" he shouted, slamming the war hammer away on a dead body, and then swung forward in an arc, knocking apart another skeleton. But he didn't know where these mysterious guys came from.

Summoning so many skeletons and rotting corpses completely blocked Arthas' path. Just like that, he watched them leave and could only vent his anger on these worthless superficial enemies.

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In a farm just a few kilometers away from Andorhal, more black-robed wizards gathered together. They stood in the unharvested grain piles, spreading curses like new-born wheat.

"Lord Kel'Thuzad, someone is approaching."

"I believe he will come to me." A steady and smiling voice sounded. "Brothers, get out of here quickly, I will stay alone to entertain the distinguished guests!"

After hearing the order, the people in black robes all moved in the same direction. Only Kel'Thuzad stayed.

Nathanos and Jaina saw green smoke and abnormal smoke rising from the crop fields of this farm from a distance. They rushed over immediately. Around them, the vision became dark. There were no pedestrians on the street, and there were no pedestrians on the street.

There are no undead.

"You're finally here...wait, aren't you Arthas?" Kel'Thuzad took the initiative to show up, but found that neither of the two people who came here was what he wanted to see.

"Kel'Thuzad!" Jaina gasped and subconsciously put her hand to her lips. She couldn't recognize that face. Nathanos glanced at her quickly, wondering if they knew each other?

"Jaina?" Kel'Thuzad saw her face clearly and said happily: "Has that old fellow Antonidas's apprentice grown up?"

"Why are you here?" Jaina said as she couldn't help but notice two shadows walking strangely behind Kel'Thuzad - two undead. "It's you! Did you create these undead?"

Kel'Thuzad laughed, stretched out his hands and said, "As you can see, I've learned a lot."

"You have been exiled." Jaina shouted loudly. "The Kirin Tor strictly prohibits you from continuing your experiments! My mentor warned you that this will lead to disaster!"

"So I left that foolish council, little girl," Kel'Thuzad replied, "and I continued my experiments, perfecting it day by day."

"You!" Jaina turned pale and gritted her teeth as she stared at Kel'Thuzad.

After the quarrel between the two was over, it was Nathanos' turn to ask. "These crops seem different from usual. Are they made by you? When people eat them, they will become these two guys next to you?" He stared at the two guys.

An undead, exactly the same as the one I encountered before.

"You are so smart. In fact, the plague in Lordaeron came from these grains." Kel'Thuzad said it without any secret. Jaina and Nathanos were surprised by his straightforwardness.

"No wonder - this plague broke out without any warning."

"So what if you understand now?" Kel'Thuzad touched his chin teasingly. He was smiling, his eyes shining slightly in the shadow of the hood. That expression made Jaina want to teach him a lesson.

Faced with his questions and ridicule, Nathanos replied bluntly: "Stop you, and then... take Arthas away!"

Kel'Thuzad was startled and then remembered that he seemed to have let something slip at first. Jaina also realized that he had indeed said - you are not Arthas - just now. Could it be that his purpose was the prince of Lordaeron?

?

"You are very smart, but it's a pity that you can't leave alive!" Kel'Thuzad sneered, stretched out his hand, and the two undead rushed forward. This time, Nathanos didn't need to release an arrow. Jaina chanted the spell, and instantly

He froze them into ice sculptures.

"Is this what you call 'improving'?"

"This is just the first creation. Now it's time for you to see real fear!" He clapped his hands, and the ground shook, and then again. A huge pale thing came out from behind a house.

Its maggot-white body is covered with needlework knots. There is a huge mouth on its bald head. There is a hand holding a machete on its shoulder. At the same time, its normal hands also hold a hook with an iron chain and a knife.

Bloody knife.

It was taller than the ogre, and its eyes looked at the intruder who displeased Kel'Thuzad.

Jaina shouted: "Holy light. That thing looks like it was sewn together from different corpses!"
Chapter completed!