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Lansber kicked the cut and reorganized corpse in front of him. He felt his stomach churning, not only because of the smell, but also because of the visual impact.

"These should be the corpses of the flesh-and-blood giant." Cindy walked over, the smile on her face was exactly the opposite of the elves' disgusting expression. "Is it nauseating?"

Lansber covered his mouth and nose and nodded desperately. He now prayed that he could leave quickly, but the person who could decide to leave was interrogating a gnome undead - the natural disaster commander they had just defeated seemed to be in charge of the work of sewing the corpse. The gnome race is too smart, indeed, not a good thing, for example, he is creating terrifying monsters for the Lich King now.

"Don't kill me, please! I heard that the Silver Northern Expedition Army would not kill prisoners."

Nathanos kicked away the undead zombie who was manipulating during the battle just now, and looked down at the dwarf. He knelt on the ground and looked even shorter, and his hands were trembling and trembling, which made people laugh.

And the undead who is afraid of death? Interesting!

The wither said disdainfully: "Three minutes, you only have three minutes to talk."

"My name is Correk." said the dwarf. His first sentence was completely instinct, but this was not what Nathanos wanted to hear. He noticed that the other party's expression became gloomy, Correk quickly changed his words: "No, I think I should say something useful."

"Two minutes left."

As death approached, Corric's mouth suddenly became slippery: "What you are looking for is in the master's nest, but you have to kill Tyranus first before you can enter. The grief of Frost is in the hall of image...you...you can find the truth there!"

"Sorrow of Frost leaves his master? And no one guards?" The Withered almost jumped up with joy because of the news, but he was not stupid. After a brief rejoicing, he continued to squeeze the dwarf: "No...may...may!"

"Really, this is true, I have seen it with my own eyes, secretly."

"You have one minute!" Nathanos pulled the bow and arrow away and pointed it at Corric.

"I swear I didn't lie! Please! Don't kill me!"

Corric wailed loudly, but Nathanos did not let go. The dwarf felt that he was about to die for the second time. He swallowed and simply closed his eyes. He could no longer remember what was thinking in his mind when he died last time. He only knew that his thoughts were so clear at this moment, and many experiments that had not made progress immediately broke through the bottleneck; the messy formula was assembled; and there were more novel invention ideas waiting for him to practice.

Unfortunately, these things have no meaning now.

Krek only heard the sound of the bowstring release, and his body tensed up, gritting his teeth, and the wrinkles on his face due to tension seemed to be enduring pain.

He did feel that way, but it was much easier than he expected.

Various sounds lingered in his ears, first the sound of the air being cut, then the painful groans and laughter followed one after another.

This situation was really strange. Corric slowly opened his eyes and shouted in his heart that he could still open his eyes.

Does that mean...

Corric pinched his cheeks on both sides with his hands, and looked at his body again, without any holes. He saw that the undead who was shooting at him had indeed released his bowstring and laughed diagonally above him. The dwarf's gaze also turned.

"I forgot to tell you that there is a cursed poison on my arrow."

The Lord of the Scourge, Tyranus, stared at Nathanos fiercely. The spell he wanted to kill Koric was interrupted by the arrows pierced into his hand. The dwarf only now knew that the person who really killed him was behind him.

"Don't think I'll let you enter the master's secret room so easily. If you have the ability, let the horse come over." Tyranus broke his bow and arrow in anger and threw it at Nathanos's feet. Frost teeth took him away quickly.

"Is the direction he flew away the location of the image hall?" Nathanos asked Corrik. The dwarf widened his eyes and it took him a long time to recover and think about this question.

"Yes!" He nodded quickly.

The wither nodded slightly, as if saying: You don’t have to die.

"Dwarf, I'll give you a way out now, are you willing?"

Corric was very happy, "I'm willing! I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Nathanos winked at the zombies staggering in the mine. "Can you manipulate those bodies?"

"Uh..." Krek glanced. Most of the undead creatures in the Saron mine were used to guard the slaves who were mining, which was far inferior to the other servants of the Lich King. "Of course, but their combat power would not be of much help to you defeat Tyranus."

"You can manipulate them!" Nathanos turned around and walked to Cinthia, whispering: "He will leave it to you."

The Dark Ranger nodded and began to talk to Corric.

"Are those rescued ready?"

"They are arming themselves." Lansber pointed to the place where the furnace lord Garforst fell, and a group of people from the Alliance and the Horde were stepping up their search for weapons and equipment to be used. Just after gaining freedom, the desire to survive allowed them to let go of their past hatred and cooperate with each other.

"Tell them, don't miss the battle to kill Tyranus."

...

The hall of image is behind the Lord of the Disaster. He has tried his best to stop the invaders. Now he is the last barrier. If it really doesn't work, then he can only...

Tyranus patted Frost's neck. The Ice Dragon, who had a sympathy with him, immediately understood what his master meant and began to roar hoarsely at the sky. The sound was harsh and unpleasant, but it could still spread far.

"Are you calling for reinforcements?"

Nathanos, the first to come out of the collapsed ice cave, made the Lord of the Scourge hold the weapon in his hand tightly.

Similarly, when the Withering One just heard the sound from Frost Tooth, he also became alert. After all, Tyranus had only one person now, and it was understandable to call reinforcements. The question is, what exactly was he calling...

Nathanos closed his eyes and felt the change in air temperature. As he expected, something terrible was indeed approaching quickly. The good news is that the guy who came was not the Lich King. When facing the Lich King, Nathanos always had lingering fears; the bad news is that the other party's strength was second only to the master of Frost's sadness.

"Frost teeth? Could it be...no!"

Others came out of the tunnel one after another, and the warriors who walked with him surrounded the withered people, and the rescued slaves also came.

"Brave adventurers, your road is over. Haven't you heard the sound of the north wind whistling? That's the music of the arrival of the doomsday." Tyranus raised his hand, which was injured by a bow and arrow, and his whole hand was wrapped in ice.

The withered man was shocked when he saw it, ‘He used this method to suppress the poison on my arrow?’

Although Tyranus couldn't live long after doing this, it could delay for a long time, and time was what the Lord of the Scourge wanted.

Nathanos shouted to everyone: "Kill him immediately!"

"Ha! A group of overestimating mobs, after I kill you, the master's sword can enjoy your souls. Go and die!"
Chapter completed!