Alsace stood there quietly, holding the sword handed by the guard beside him in his hand.

As a legendary master, he should have been the first to jump to the old king, but because of his unique concerns, the way these dead people appeared was too amazing. Unlike Uther, who had been through many battles, the young Alsace had participated in several battles, but he had only competed with tribal orcs, and had never encountered such creatures. Most importantly, the responsibility of being a prince made Alsace hesitate between saving the king and protecting the nobles. When Uther appeared in front of the old king, Alsace finally made up his mind to rescue the nobles of the people, but the battle was over before he could show his power.

The familiar cold sound sounded in his ears. Arthas looked down at the metal ball that was almost embedded in the table. The cracked iron wood seemed to still creak. It is not difficult to guess how much weight this small ball has.

Everyone's eyes gathered in front of Arthas at the same time, even Amani, who seemed crazy, was no exception.

Although the old king was a little dissatisfied with Alsace not blocking him at the first time, he was connected by blood and did not think much about it. He just thought that the other party was young and frightened by the terrifying appearance of the Undead. Moreover, he was like the nobles at this moment, looking at the metal iron ball made of unknown things curiously.

"Acrodsey!"

The troll who was completely controlled had no idea where the strength came from, and the "staff" in his hand danced in a round of wind, and he actually broke free from the iron spear that was on his body.

Unfortunately, at the warning of Terenas Minaihill, more than a dozen guns swung hard, smashing the troll magician whose magic power was imprisoned, screamed and curled up, and completely quiet.

"What you call reliance is this little toy. Alsace, this thing belongs to you."

As the cold sound gradually fell, the majestic aura that had been oppressing everyone disappeared like a tide, and Uther, who was standing in front of the king, quietly wiped the sweat from the forehead.

The attack of the troll magician failed to panic him, but Chu Xiang only had a small thought, which made him almost suffocate.

Arthas looked at the black metal ball curiously again and looked at Terenas in front.

Although the elder dared not refuse, as a prince, he still had to ask the king's consent first.

"All the strange things in the kingdom belong to the king."

This is the most important and most powerless imperial decree, but as a prince, he must set an example.

Of course, the old king would not lose his love for the scenery, let alone the demigods had already spoken. Without harming the fundamental interests, how could he be willing to offend the other party?

With a kind smile, Terinas nodded and agreed. In the envy of everyone and Amani's resentful eyes, Arthas put away the "magic prop" that was so dark that it was impossible to see where it was.

However, as long as you are not a fool, through Amani's performance, who can still not know that this magical item called "Akrodsi" is a rare treasure. Some great nobles even speculated that this might be a legendary prop and a pseudo-artifact!

The riots in the palace were captured by Chu Xiang's move, and all possible losses were strangled in the bud.

However, the disaster in Lordaeron has just begun.

As a demigod, as the "appointment of that year", the duties that Chu Xiang must perform and the scope of protection are only in the palace...

The banquet ended unhappily, and Amani was temporarily sent to the death row, and the two other paladins were guarded by the envoy of light.

Under the dispatch of Terenas, Alsace led the Royal Knights out in full swing and began to radiate outward from the court as the center, and martial law was ripped outward.

Chu Xiang’s task is very simple, he finishes the work. In his eyes, this is just a ridiculous farce.

But the top leaders of the kingdom's politics had to bear the anger of Terenas.

A legendary troll wizard was not discovered until he appeared in the palace. So, what if it were a legendary assassin?

The demigod Chu Xiang is noble, but it is precisely because of his dignity that he is destined to be a guard or a bodyguard. If he is happy, he will help him. Naturally, all the crises will be solved. Just like this time, if he is unhappy and does not help you, even if you die, who can you cry to?

The huge state machine of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was launched with the explosion of the old king's little energy...

............

As soon as he left Chu Xiang's residence, news of chaos came immediately from the direction of the hall. Akalinga tightened the jade ring in her palm.

However, when she saw the well-equipped Royal Knight starting to move, she endured the idiot in her heart.

"Three days, three days left..."

Akalinga muttered to herself, turning her direction, not intending to attend the banquet that would inevitably disperse.

The previous words of illness are no longer needed to describe the perfection.

Walking on the pebbly path, Akalinga walked towards the Royal Mage Corps' resident...

............

"Damn it! That guy Amani was actually caught!"

An angry roar came from a simple wooden house in a civilian area.

Unfortunately, the huge volume that must have resounded half the street in the past has long been covered by the screams coming from all around.

In the cemetery, in the garden, a dead man who had already been buried kept climbing out, some of which had not yet been rotten and had a monotonous and creeping scream.

On a sunny afternoon, if you were walking in the garden at home and enjoying the beautiful scenery, suddenly the decaying body of your great-grandmother appeared in front of you and rushed over, how would you feel?

At this moment, this philosophical question is being verified by countless people at the same time.

The earth began to rot, which was a kind of corruption eroded by magic.

With the exit of sewer in the civilian area as the center, the corruption spreads faster and faster. Whenever the land under your feet turns into muddy plague soil, the dead body of the dead suddenly becomes swift. On the contrary, ordinary people feel powerless in their bodies.

If the former undead tribe was just some low-level zombies, some brave adults could kill one with just a rake. Then now, under the infiltration of magic, most of those skinny guys actually began to transform, and their skulls suddenly expanded, and a huge kiss could be comparable to a crocodile. The fangs seemed to be chewing steel plates, but they turned into the most terrifying primary undead creature - the ghoul! It was equivalent to the ghoul of a primary human warrior!

A massacre in screams unfolded like this, like a feast full of blood...

............

"die!"

In the sewer full of stench, in the undead paradise covered with undead creatures, a tall human man, holding two ordinary logging axes that were so ordinary that they could not be more ordinary, rushed towards the exit, and was unstoppable.

Damn, Godzilla, Scar Jack was dead, Locke's face was angry and fearful, and he shattered a corpse-eating monster blocking the road in front of him with an axe.

The strength of the intermediate peak warrior and the talent burst, Locke can compete with the advanced warriors in a short period of time.

Bloody violent is a unique talented skill of the orcs in the orcs. Of course, Locke knew why he could get this honor with his own body, because he was a lowly mixed-race, a "mix" who would not be recognized no matter which country he was in!

When the struggle between races is irreconcilable, it would be fine if he was in the same camp. Like Locke, if he had not shown great talent in martial arts and was attracted by old Nirac, he would have been in the slave camp for the rest of his life.

Locke was angry and Locke roared. He didn't know that this resentment that had been accumulated for many years happened to be intimate with some power in his bloodline. Ordinary orcs could not remain rational when they exploded, but he could. Ordinary orcs had only three minutes of maximum explosion, and they had to go through a long period of weakness afterwards. He Locke had no such restriction at all!

"Roar! Dance!"

The ruler-long axe suddenly emitted scarlet light, and the axe light visible to the naked eye directly tore the three undead creatures that rushed towards them at the same time.

A ten-meter-wide sewer, minus the ditches on both sides, is actually not very wide on the road alone, and at least it will not form a complete encirclement.

It was also fortunate that Locke successfully rushed to the place close to the exit.

Lock didn't know that just when he was cutting melons and vegetables and crushing them all the way. Some corpses that were not completely crushed were actually crawling in the same direction around them. Piles of disgusting meat were wrapped together, as if they were brewing something more terrifying...

Perhaps, today his luck was exhausted. When a corpse witch in a simple robe appeared at the entrance of the sewer and looked at him with the dark red evil light in her eyes, Locke felt sad.

"Advanced, corpse witch."

Locke's mouth was a little dry. He was so happy to be in the picture hall that he accidentally got information about the undead creatures from a dusty miscellaneous note. Of course, he has always regarded this as a "fairy tale". After all, except for the invasion of the Scourge Legion ten thousand years ago, the human world has not been exposed to undead creatures for a long time. Even Kel Thuzad, a legendary wizard, only studied some unstable undead mice in the saint of mages like Dalaran, and was even in the judgment meeting, which gave other members a great visual impact, let alone mortals?

But he, who has "rich knowledge", would rather know nothing.

Looking at the corpse witch protected by a large group of undead, Locke was desperate.

If you are close, a farmer can kill an unexpectedly high-level mage. If the mage is allowed to cast spells freely, a high-level mage can destroy a whole fleet of high-level warriors...

"Clang!"

The axe fell to the ground, not Locke surrendered, but the undead corpse witch who had first met gave him a "greasy technique".

Locke, who was already frightened, suddenly felt his hand slipping. The logging axe that had never been treated with any anti-slip special treatment fell directly to the ground.

The cracked axe handle seemed to indicate the high-intensity battle just now. The brave Locke smiled bitterly at this moment.

However, when he closed his eyes, the imagined ice flame did not come.
Chapter completed!