"How long will it take?"

A slightly hoarse magnetic voice sounded quietly under the night of the Ghost Land, and the sound was as cold as nine astronomy)..com

Prince Lordaeron, who was once respected by thousands of people, is now the sharpest blade under the Lich King - the Death Knight Arthas, patted the head of the "invincible" burning soul fire under his crotch, and asked impatiently.[..com]

It seemed that I felt the displeasure of the "master". The surface of frost sadness appeared with a faint blue frost energy. The strange runes engraved on the hideous sword lit up one by one, as if I would choose someone to eat in the next second!

"One day will be available to Taquelin, my master."

Compared with the previous cold voice of Arthas full of magnetic and majesty, the voice of the former high-elf master and the traitor Dalkan who "opened the door to offer the city" seems a bit rigid and dull and dead.

Dalkan, who had been transformed into a living dead necromancer by the strange power of frost, was wearing a black painted mage robe, and his wide hood was pulled on his head to cover up the pale and sickly face like rotten flesh. Dalkan saw him bow respectfully to Alsace, who was sitting on the "invincible" body, and then said:

"At midnight tomorrow, we will see the ruins of Taquelin."

"Midnight tomorrow?"

Hearing the servant's answer, Kelthas's brows frowned slightly, his pale eyebrows wrinkled out of a large curve, and his face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water.

"Hmph! It's been too long!"

The Death Knight Kelthas snorted in dissatisfaction, causing the hearts of the Cursed Cultists who followed him to tremble. The deep chill that seemed to freeze people, made the cursed mages who still retained their identity as living subconsciously paced in scattered steps to try to stay away from their commander.

Perhaps it is because of the whispers and bewitching of the Lich King from time to time in the frost sorrow in Arthas's hands; perhaps it is because the only good thought in Arthas's soul is constantly struggling to resist and trying to save him; since he killed his former mentor, Paladin Uther, the messenger of Light, the Death Knight Arthas's temper has become more and more moody, which is elusive!

The Cursed believers were already panicked with desperate discoveries. As the commander and commander of the army of the dead, Arthas seemed to be increasingly hating the living. Even if they were loyal to them, those who still retained their identity as the Lich King, were becoming more and more disgusted!

Along the way, Arthas had given dozens of church members of the cursed sect "eternal life" with all kinds of unreasonable and far-fetched reasons!

Especially after Dalkan was transformed into a necromancer, this situation became more and more intense! Until now, the Death Knight Arthas seemed too lazy to pretend to be his hatred of the living, and he didn't even need to think of any reason. He gave an excuse. As long as there was any dissatisfaction, he seemed to "reward" several cursed believers like venting!

If you can really gain powerful power and eternal life curse, the believers will not be so afraid! At worst, they will die once, and from then on, they will give up the identity of the living and the feelings that only the living have, and give up all kinds of enjoyment such as wine, food, beauty, etc.!

It’s a pity that Prince Arthas’s “reward” looks more like venting anger and revenge…

The Death Knight, who held the artifact Frost Sadness, seemed to have no intention of wasting a slightest power for them! He was only responsible for using Frost Sadness's extremely sharp sword body, passing through their bodies without delay, and taking away their lives. As for whether the "rewarded" will be lucky to become a necromancer or a sad brainless zombie or ghoul after being resurrected by psychics, it all depends on your personal luck!

The most tragic thing is that he can truly survive this level with his strength and luck. There are very few "lucky people" who become a necromancer! The vast majority of the church members who received the "reward" have now become ugly and brainless walking corpses, becoming the lowest and most inconspicuous cannon fodder in the army of the dead...

Although the Cursed Cultists have a fanatical pursuit of necromancers, this does not mean that they will hope that they will lose their ability to think... and become a poor worm dominated by low-level **...

In contrast, the cursed believers would rather give up this "king of the favor", and after they are strong enough, they will choose the Lich who is also as difficult as climbing to heaven and has a slim success rate to advance... Although they are all life-threatening, at least the latter can still be prepared......

Most cursed believers are praying that this "reward" is not the turn of me or it can come to me later, even if it is to give myself more time to improve my strength! In order to gain strength in a short time, the cursed believers who believe in the Lich King would rather spend a lot of time to slowly improve this... This is an irony!

Unfortunately, Prince Alsace does not seem to consider his servants...

"Are you hiding from me? Are you hiding from your commander?"

The cursed cultists' small movements naturally could not escape Arthas' eyes. A pair of cold and cruel eyes narrowed slightly, as if the cold inquiry from the Netherworld Hell sounded faintly beside the cursed cultists who were sweating! Along with the cold shout of the Death Knight, the "Invincible" under his crotch seemed to feel the master's anger, and suddenly sniffed, and two sparks of soul fire spurted out from the nostrils of the huge bone skull!

Arthas stretched out his single palm and a plague-like green light locked the Curse Cultist with the greatest movement and wrapped it tightly! The next second, this guy who was held by the death grip and grabbed the pulse of life was strangely pulled in front of the Death Knight!

"Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of the king of Lordaeron, your monarch? Alsace, who was once again in a moody state, became increasingly cold and terrifying.

"No...No! Prince Arthas, no! His Majesty the King! I don't...I don't!" The selected unlucky guy almost cried in fear under the fearful momentum and pressure of the Death Knight Arthas, and opened his mouth and shouted incoherently.

"Very good!" Arthas seemed very satisfied with the poor man's answer, "Very good, my subjects! Of course there is no reason for you to fear me, I, Arthas." Minaihil is as approachable as you know it! Right?"

"Yes! Yes! You are the greatest and most merciful king! I am your most loyal subject!" The curse mage in Arthasti's hand seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and hurriedly followed the words of the Death Knight and said in a stingy compliment. "Maybe I escaped by chance?" Seeing the frost on Arthas' face slowly fade away, the curse cult thought full of hope.

But the next moment, hope turned into despair...

"What a loyal citizen, your loyalty really touched me!" Along the corner of his mouth, Arthas showed a charming smile at the curse mage in his hand, and said in a tone of appreciation. This was the words that instantly made the curse mage's back chill and look dull: "So, are you ready to accept the king's reward? A reward for your loyalty!"

"As you see, I am a generous king! I will give you eternal life!"

Looking at the shocked and dull face of the curse mage in his hand condescendingly, Arthas said proudly, but the Death Knight's eyes were full of jokes and ridicule!

"No! No! Your Majesty the King, you can't! I...uh!"

The sharp wailing whine made by the terror came to an abrupt end in the next second, like a hen whose neck was torn. She lowered her head and looked at her chest pierced by the sadness of frost. The Curse believer lost his life without even saying a word and turned into a cold corpse, but her eyes full of horror were still dying with her eyes open!

Retrieving the Frost Sadness and throwing the corpse to the ground. Alsace took out a blood-red magic pattern cloth and wiped the bloody Frost Sadness in his hand. He looked coldly at the ground that began to shake continuously, and the strangely twisted corpse, the Death Knight said with a cold and arrogant look on his face:

"No one...can refuse me! No one!!!"

No one knew that when he said this again, Arthas's heart was as if he was tightly stalked and a graceful figure passed through his mind, as if he was standing in his arms as pretty as before, and said as gentle as water——"I will never reject you, my prince!"

The corpse of the cursed cult began to shake violently, as if something was about to break out of the body. Almost in the next moment, the skin of the corpse suddenly swelled, and the blood-red muscles and blood vessels like twisted earthworms were directly exposed to the air! The corpse's spine began to bend, and the muscles began to expand, and their hands and feet became sharper, and they began to transform into the claws of the beast - a new ghoul was born!

The ghoul, who had lost his ability to think and consciousness, relied entirely on his instinct to eat, seemed to stretch his new body in confusion, and then began to lick the flesh and blood on the ground that just now belonged to his body.

“Another waste.

I glanced at the ghoul lightly. There was no sadness and joy on Alsace's face, but he said coldly. Then he turned his eyes back to those who could not bear to witness this tragic situation, forcibly left the country, curled up and tried to avoid his eyes, as if he was looking for the next people worthy of "reward"...

"Prince of Arthas," just as the cursed believers felt desperate, a strange voice suddenly remembered, which interrupted the Death Knight's interest, and saved their lives. "We should speed up! The mission assigned by His Majesty the Lich King needs us to complete as soon as possible! We should not waste time here!"

Alsace, sitting on the back of "Invincible", slowly turned around, narrowed his eyes and stared at a giant beetle with a hideous and ugly appearance - the former king of the Nibrub man and the current crypt lord - Anubarak, said word by word: "Are you teaching me a lesson, Anubarak?"

There was no change in expression on the ugly worm face of the crypt lord.

Faced with the questioning of the Death Knight and the cold momentum that came to his face, Anubarak, as a hero, seemed to carelessly, but responded indifferently: "I am just fulfilling my duties as an adjutant, Prince Arthas! His Majesty the will of His Majesty the Lich King must be implemented!"

"cricket!"

Faced with the attitude of the crypt lord's inability to get into the air, the Death Knight Alsace quietly stared at him half-swallowed, holding Frost's sad right hand tightly and loosens again, then he snorted heavily, turned his horse's head and rushed to the front of the undead army.

"Save the catapult cart, meat grinder, plague barrel and other all supplies and heavy equipment to walk slowly behind! The crypt demon stays to escort supplies! The rest of the troops speed up the march! I will razor Takulin to the ground before sunset tomorrow!"

Arthas raised the sadness of Frost high above his head and shouted loudly at hundreds of thousands of natural disasters.

"In the name of frost's sorrow!"

"Natural disaster of the undead, move forward!"

The ghost land under the night should have been quiet and fresh, but under the invasion of the undead natural disaster, the prosperity and tranquility of the past have been the passing of yesterday...

The air was filled with disgusting stench; the terrifying and invisible roar came from his ears; the already slightly dark ghostly place made people feel even more uneasy in this heart... The Kodo Beast Cavalry, who rushed all the way from Taquelin's natural disaster siege, is now running at high speed in this strange and gloomy environment.

The process of breaking through is notorious.

Once you are born, twice you are familiar with it.

For the Tauren warriors who have had the first experience in attacking the undead army and are familiar with the enemy's fighting style, this breakout is definitely not fierce.

The crypt demons that threatened the most against the Kodo Beast Cavalry were all killed as early as the first time they fought; the gargoyles that could threaten the "passengers" behind them had already been lost; facing skeletons, brainless zombies, and zombies, such as the undead cannon fodder, who win by quantity but not very strong combat power, all they had to do was follow their leaders, and then crush them all the way - rush 1 and 1!

Therefore, although it breaks out of the formation by the surrounding tens of thousands of evil and terrifying walking corpses, it is too thrilling for those high elves who fight against Kodo beasts, it will even become a nightmare that will make these high elves who originally lived a peaceful life wake up countless midnight times in the second half of their lives.

But for Lao Tang and the Taurus Warriors, this breakthrough was just an ordinary battle that was not a special one in their countless fierce battles............

Lao Tang and his group were running straight to the north. The undead natural disasters that were chasing the breakout troops were already lost by the footsteps of the Kodo beasts! Lao Tang carefully compared the map in his hand with the bright moonlight, but his right hand habitually turned out a hot sand consortium cigar from his pocket and held it in his mouth.

But just when Lao Tang wanted to ignite a big mouthful, he suddenly patted his head with some annoyance... There was a "passenger" sitting behind him, so he couldn't teach the child badly...

However, when thinking of the little loli Sarantia, Lao Tang couldn't help but look back at the little girl's current condition. But this look made Lao Tang stunned, and the next moment he couldn't help laughing unscrupulously.

Because he was worried that the scene that was too bloody and terrifying would leave a shadow in Sarantia's weak heart, Lao Tang asked the little Loli to close her eyes and grab the saddle on Man Ke's back before the battle.

But at this moment, Sarantia was still as Lao Tang told me, closing her eyes tightly and holding Manjiao's saddle tightly. Because of her nervousness, her delicate little face turned red and her lips were pursed together, which was very cute.

Old Tang turned sideways, stretched out his huge palm and rubbed Sarantia's hair and was about to comfort the little guy, but the little guy screamed in panic because of the sudden contact: "Ah! Ah! Don't eat me! Ah! Help my uncle!"

But even so, Sarantia still kept her eyes open as Lao Tang told her, but she just threw out her small arms and smashed the "foreign objects" on her head...

"Okay Sarantia!" Old Tang patted the little guy's head gently and said softly with a smile: "You can open your eyes and kill all the monsters!"

Hearing Lao Tang's reassuring voice, Sarantia secretly opened her eyes and showed a small crack, carefully looking at the surrounding environment. After finally finding that there were really no human-eating monsters around, she breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her little breasts in a daze, and looked up at Lao Tang with admiration, as if there were little stars in her eyes.

"Hey, uncle, you really drove all the monsters away! You are so awesome, your parents can't beat them!" The crisp childish voice should have made Lao Tang feel happy, but when he heard the little guy's words, Lao Tang felt sad. The little guy's parents were all dead in the hands of the undead, and from now on, the little guy is an orphan. In such a world where death and tragedy are staged every day, how can a lonely and helpless child survive.........

"Damn the natural disaster, damn the lich king, damn the world!" Old Tang cursed indignantly.

"Uncle, can you teach me how to fight monsters? In this way, I can be as powerful as you, and I can protect my parents and other children! Sarantia is very obedient, and I will definitely learn well when she teaches me!" Sarantia stared at Lao Tang with hope, but what she said made Lao Tang feel even more uncomfortable.

After rubbing the little guy's head, Old Tang opened the "seat belt" that fixed Sarantia, hugged the little guy in front of him, and squeezed out a smile and cheered the little guy:

"Uncle is a warrior! Girls are not suitable for being warriors! It's very hard and tiring! And when you grow up, there will be no boys who like it! When your uncle returns to Yinyue City to find you, I will introduce you to a great aunt to teach you, okay? Very powerful aunt!"

"As great as uncle?" Hearing Lao Tang's words, the little guy believed it. His little face full of hope stared at Lao Tang and was waiting for his answer.

"Well, it's as powerful as uncle!" Old Tang gently pinched the little guy's pink face and said with a smile.

"Then let's hook! Uncle promised me, so don't be fooled!" Sarantia looked like a little adult, but could not hide the joy and excitement in the child's heart. She stretched out a small hand to grab Lao Tang's little finger and shook it slightly.

"Hook your fingers and you don't mean you're a puppy!"

"Hook your fingers and you don't mean you're a puppy!"

Two hands, one big and one small, were tightly hooked together, accompanied by a crisp nursery rhyme, adding a glimmer of hope and peace to the originally dark and haze...
Chapter completed!