Kill! Stop kill with killing! Stop violence with violence!

This is a method that the generals are best at and the least acceptable.

Too much killing will hurt the world, because in this way, there will be too many causes and effects involved. No matter how prominent the status or firm the belief, it is impossible for ordinary people to bear it.

Seer is a nobleman and a son of a great nobleman. Although he is a Paladin of the Silver Hand, his battle of such a huge scale is only the second time in his young life.

Originally, he was just holding the idea of ​​gilding, just like Arthas. Perhaps he himself still had some heroic dreams and a belief in winning, but he didn't care about the cold and iron blood of the soldiers.

The order to slaughter was just a kind of courage, a decisiveness... and, I am afraid it was a loss that he himself would not want to admit.

When he sees Jaina and Arthas staying together openly, even if there is not much extravagance in his heart, he will still feel a little disappointed. In adversity, the negative emotions are often infinitely amplified.

Darren Sail, it turned out that he liked Jaina. That kind of relationship came from childhood. But the gap in identity made him realize that it was just a luxury, so he was always hidden and he refused to face it himself.

But when that day really comes, what should we make a decision when we see the woman we love ignore?

Because I like it, I understand. Seer knew that Jaina was kind, just like the concept of the Silver Hand, and would not allow any reason to massacre in the name, even if it was proved to be correct afterwards.

So, he chose to replace Alsace's responsible...

This is loyalty, love, and another way of fulfillment - a fulfillment that can never be said.

Great feelings...loyal subordinates...

However, is it really useful to stop killing? Natural disasters and plagues are limited to the scope of magic. If all the chromosomes are killed, the nightmare will end.

T virus...

If the source is so easy to stop, there will not be so many technological planes that will eventually be destroyed by a small dose of virus.

In addition to its widespread transmission, the terror of the t virus lies in its self-evolution!

The self-evolution of viruses is exactly what those magical plane pharmacists ignore...

Just when the bloody and cruel scene was performed in the city of Stantamsom, a group of zombies wandered outside the fallen royal city of Lordaeron, in the Tirisfalinland...

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"My God Envoy, I don't know if I can remove the magic circle now. The mages are about to be evacuated from their magic power."

A middle-aged man in gray robe hurriedly ran to Shana and asked questions.

She was covered in black robe, but Shana did not answer, but looked silently into the distance, waiting for the arrival of dawn.

Behind her, one of the dozen black-robed old men sneered and faintly swept the dozens of gray-robed mages gathered in the center of the magic circle in the distance.

"Wait a little longer, what's the hurry?"

He shouted loudly, and the old man was extremely rude to the middle-aged man in gray robe, and he was simply scolding his servants.

In the Church of Death, gray and black are two classes.

The middle-aged man in gray robe looked angry when he heard this, but he quickly suppressed his face, and begged Shana again with a bitter expression.

"My Lord God Envoy, although my subordinates are useless, they are all loyal to our gods. They are really not going to be able to do it!"

Obviously, the man in gray also knew clearly that although the old man in black had a domineering attitude, Shana was the one who could really make the decision among the group.

Shana finally turned around and revealed the perfect face that seemed to be carved from the same mold as the goddess, and faintly swept the group of pale mages in the distance. The middle-aged man in gray robe couldn't help but be dazzled by the sudden appearance of his eyes - although it was not the first time he saw it.

The old man in black robe narrowed his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man coldly, as if the other party's behavior of ignoring him made him extremely angry. However, before Shana showed concern but did not make a statement, he, as an elder of the church, did not dare to act rashly.

"You can just go in and provide mana, won't it be enough."

A cool and nice sound sounded, like a spring in the mountains, full of natural breath, extremely distant. And every listener has become a hungry traveler at the same time, just wanting to listen to even half a sentence or half a word.

Shana stopped talking and turned her eyes again.

Under the gloating eyes of the old man in black robe, the middle-aged man in gray robe opened his mouth, as if he wanted to defend something, but in the end, he was depressed and walked towards the formation.

The Holy Land Master should have the confidence of the Holy Land Master. But in front of God and in front of the God Envoy, any holy land is ridiculous. What’s more, the dozen black-robed elders who respectfully guard Shana are all in the cultivation level of the Holy Land!

The mage Eddie didn't even dare to argue...

"Tsk, it's just a bad n."

The old man in black robe seemed particularly active, and the others were just standing quietly and meditating, only he always wanted to highlight himself.

"You, too, go together."

Shana's nice voice sounded again, but the content stunned the old man.

"God, Lord God, you, let me and those ns go to make human batteries together?!"

The old man's face was full of disbelief, but his colleagues were always indifferent.

"Elder Matthew, in God's eyes, you are all the same."

Shana's tone was still faint, but it had an irresistible majesty.

Matthew wanted to refute, but was shocked to find that he could not move at all and could not even open his mouth. And in his vision, those colleagues also looked at him with the eyes of the dead.

Only then did Matthew remember that although he had been in the church for a while, he was directly promoted to an elder with his cultivation of the dark magic of the Holy Land, he was still a very tender newcomer than those who had been in the church for decades and a hundred years.

Go and make the great man know...you are wrong!"

After saying these few words with difficulty, Matthew trembled all over, and the invisible force that imprisoned him completely disappeared - just as abrupt as it appeared without any warning.

Slid on the ground, Matthew gasped and sweated like rain.

His eyes inadvertently saw a graceful curve outlined under Shana's black robe, and for a moment he had resentment and imagination.

And at this time, the nice but majestic voice appeared for him again.

"The majesty of God cannot be desecrated... I am the same..."

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

Outside Lordaeron City, the light of dawn was shining. Eddie looked at Matthew's body silently, with a hint of hesitation flashing across his face, and finally bowed deeply to the person who had just insulted him.

Around them were a large group of pale gray-robed mages, all of whom showed a strong sense of gratitude. The eyes of occasionally looking at Matthew's shriveled corpse were also full of gratitude.

Blocking barriers - can isolate all magical detection and messaging, usually for small private gatherings and ensure the privacy of guests.

Naturally, this kind of continuous magic has no fixed size. The wider the area, the greater the consumption. To cover the entire Lordaeron King City, even in just one night, it almost exhausted the power of dozens of high-level magic professions. At the last moment, it was even more relied on a powerful sanctuary who overdraw his life to block another powerful detection force from a distance and deceived him.

But how could the mean Matthew suddenly be so great?

Eddie was puzzled, but this did not affect his respect for Matthew...

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Andorhal is a small town located in the east of Tirisfalinland and west of Stansom. Although it is not as majestic as Stansom, as the main grain production area of ​​the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the population distribution is well known as the dense one.

The town did not hire too many guards because the merchants who came and went are more friendly. As the famous powerful man in the Holy Land, the bandits near him dared not come here to cause trouble.

Andorhar at night seems very quiet. Apart from the soldiers who occasionally patrol the street, it is completely a peaceful country town.

A city without aristocratic exploitation does make the citizens even more warm. This is also the wisdom of the old king. The real center of property belongs only to the country and cannot be given to the aristocrats for management.

However, today's Andorhar seems particularly quiet, strangely silent.

The civilians who have not yet risen and cannot afford the expensive "goblin clock" can usually rarely tell the time at night.

There seemed to be inexplicable chanting in the dark night. I don’t know if the legendary banshee is seducing the travelers walking on the night...

"My God Salou is the kind God of fear, the God of betrayal, and the Lord of Death."

"Praise you, my God, your glory is everywhere."

"Lost Lambs, my God is guiding you ahead. There is infinite light and infinite beauty, and there is the kingdom of heaven of my Lord..."

Accompanied by singings, lonely ghosts gathered in the same direction, and in an instant, even the deep night sky was covered with haze.

It was the glow of the soul that was too dense, pale, with cold and dead spirit.

What a nice small town, it’s still lively and noisy during the day, but why did it turn into such a ghost when you are late?

Oh my God! What the hell is going on here!

Pang!

There was only a muffled sound, especially abrupt in the quiet night. Then, there were bursts of sounds coming from the darkness, as if the sleeping people were awakened...

The crescent moon that was about to disappear into the sky sprinkled with the last bit of light.

Oh my God! Where is the person who got up early when he broke out? It is clearly a terrible zombie!

"ah!!!"

Scattered screams came one after another, as if some lucky people had finally discovered the terrifying reality. But who is more lucky than those who were transformed in their ignorant sleep? Perhaps, bystanders will never know.

In the sky, a large area of ​​souls shines with light.

On the ground, zombies that woke up were wandering.

Where is the hero who was once?

Perhaps, he was also trapped in eternal confusion...

thunderbolt!

Most of the time, even the sky was unwilling to see such a tragedy happening. The gods' eyes finally fell on this unfortunate small town. The originally dark sky became an endless purple cloud!
To be continued...