New Order of Azeroth

Morgan Ladimore's daughter is very pitiful. It seems cruel to kill her undead father in front of her, but the undead must be killed. You can't just let him go and hide the body just because he is your father. Abel is a living example. Night Town let Abel go, what was the result? Negative energy will erode a person's mind little by little and shape him into something else.

It is useless to say any words of comfort at this time. Silence is better than sound, and not speaking is better than speaking.

The night watchmen dispersed far away, not intending to disturb the daughter's longing for her father.

On the other side, the old doctor Gaulus led people to search the room of Abel, the corpse hider, and found three large alchemy notebooks.

To be honest, these notes are not very useful.

It's true that Hatred is very strong, but the mobility is too slow and the target is too big, just like a living target. Vanessa can think of bombardment, and others are not fools, so they can think of it too.

The production of Abomination is relatively complicated. In the later period, the Lich King's army basically did not see the appearance of this unit. Sylvanas collected a lot of undead, but also sent Abomination to guard the gate. Vanessa did not Thinking that their understanding of the undead can surpass these two, there must be a reason why they no longer use hatred.

She flipped through the notes and put them aside. She would read them later when she had time!

The day-long activity of collecting the undead came to an end as night fell. His subordinates reported that no trace of the dark wizard was found today.

"No?" Vanessa remembered that there was a dark wizard here. She forgot his specific name, but it should be in Crow Ridge.

Has that guy not come yet at this time? Vanessa thought for a while, then shook her head and put the dark wizard behind her. It would be better to have less to worry about than to have more to worry about. She should go back to repair the tricycle!

Night in the Twilight Forest came earlier than the outside world. In one day, they killed more than two hundred undead, 99% of which were low-level undead that were slow to move and react slowly.

After counting the number of people, it was found that only a few militiamen were injured and no one died. This was definitely a great victory, but the loss of swords and weapons was relatively large...

Miss Night Watch Commander was not as wealthy as Jaina, but she was still considered a wealthy person. She notified Night Town of the situation here, mainly the debt issue, and the reply came to Crow Ridge quickly.

The Eberlock family has lived on this land for more than two hundred years. Being poor now does not mean that the ancestors were poor. They have a good foundation. After discussions between the mayor and Duke of the old Eberlock and several wise people in the town, Just admit the debt.

The old Duke even proposed that as long as you clean up the undead, they are willing to pay the bill with gold coins!

Vanessa was overjoyed, it was so wonderful, so wonderful!

She was in high spirits during happy events and quickly forgot about the dark wizard. In her opinion, the other party either ran away or didn't come at all...

Morbant Fair is an unknown necromancer. He has no IQ or talent these days. He can't even be a bad guy. Magic is an extremely precise subject. Many people can't reach the level of Kerr even if they feed their conscience to dogs. The level of Sugard or Gul'dan.

Morbant Fell has no talent, and he has not made any great achievements in his wasted life. He is said to be a necromancer, but he is actually unknown. Not to mention the outside world, he has no reputation even here in the Twilight Forest.

His lifespan is coming to an end, and he has been hiding deep in Crow Ridge for these years, trying to secretly perform a magical ritual to transform himself into a lich so that he can continue to live.

But today a large number of militiamen came from the south, completely disrupting his plan.

When the number of militiamen exceeded one hundred, he knew that he was invincible. When the number of the enemy reached three hundred, he became even more outrageous and did not dare to speak out.

Professionals can fight one against ten, and more powerful ones can also fight one against a hundred, but there are differences between people...Mobant Moore has no combat experience. He has been around all his life, and now he is just one. A mid-level mage and three hundred militiamen can beat the shit out of him.

Taking advantage of dark magic and familiar terrain, he hid in the dark, preparing to go back when the enemy was gone.

The first day was fine, as the other party was far away from his position, and the second day was also spent in worry, but on the third day, a scene happened where he guessed the beginning but not the end.

The abandoned hut where he secluded himself was discovered by what looked like a group of night watchmen from Darktown.

If it was just a discovery, that would be it. The Necromancer did not think that a group of ordinary militiamen could recognize his experimental materials. You must know that he had used magic to cover up before escaping.

Some things that look very evil are just stones and wooden piles in the eyes of ordinary people, and they can be said to have no value at all.

But the militiamen who came today were different. After discovering the abandoned wooden house, they were nervous at first, and then they were overjoyed. A bunch of people acted like they were helping to move, and took all the things in Mobent Fell's house, UU reading www .uukanshu.net including all the precious materials he prepared for transforming into a lich were moved away! This group of people was so arrogant that they even bought a tricycle, loaded all the materials they could see and could carry into the car, and then left singing songs...

Morbant Fair fainted from anger on the spot. When he woke up, he found that these damn militiamen not only swept away his precious materials, but even his house was set on fire.

He was so distressed that he almost turned into a lich. Fortunately, Azeroth still adheres to the basic laws. Anger is useful in the world of Dragon Ball, but not in the world of Azeroth. No matter how angry he is, he is still the one whose lifespan is about to end. A necromancer will not become a super necromancer.

Following the traces of the militiamen all the way, he wants to regain his precious materials. Those things are worth thousands of gold. The key is that even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them. This world is extremely repellent to lichs.

With the idea of ​​success or failure, he prepared to rush into the enemy's camp, kill two militiamen first, turn the militiamen into undead, and then, like a snowball, forcefully break through the militia stronghold!

But when they arrived at the outskirts of the stronghold, just in time for Vanessa to promote her cannon to the old mayor of Night Town, a loud bang startled the necromancer.

The courage he finally mustered up was beaten down again. He couldn't bear the shells and could only flee the scene in despair.

Grief, fear, helplessness and the threat of death surged into his mind at the same time. The necromancer was bullied to the point of death. If he did nothing, he would die of old age. If he fought back, he would be beaten to death. Both options seemed to be bad. .

In the end, his heart shook and he stamped his feet. The viciousness of the necromancer took over. Since you won't make it easy for me, let's die together!