Few people know that after the undead are too far away from the Lich King, their limited 'brains' make it difficult for them to receive other commands, and of course, this refers specifically to the low-level undead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ghouls, for example, only think about their stomachs, and once they have eaten enough, they will never take half a step forward. Crypt demons are more loyal to their prey, and will stop at playing with a half-dead foe.

Obviously, this didn't meet the Lich King's expectations of them, so the Lich King's most loyal subordinate, the High Lich Kthugad, solved the problem for his master, single-handedly designed the Undead Floating Fortress and turned them into a war factory for the Scourge, and he set out to design a powerful and forbidden ultimate soldier for his master.

Filthy Hilgai, an alien to the Dalaran mage, is only interested in poisons, microbes, and modified animals while other mages are obsessed with arcane energy and elemental summoning, and is also very proficient in cursed dark magic.

Dalaran did not expel Hilgai because they did not want to waste his talent, so they put all kinds of obstacles in the way of Hilgai's research, and Hilgai, who could not stand it, chose to leave Dalaran and his destination was Andohar, where the plague was raging, and he was interested in studying those plagues.

After that, he ran into Kel'thugad.

K'thugad provided Hilgei with the best conditions for his research, equipped him with countless research assistants, and he lived up to K's expectations by creating a new kind of abomination.

He swapped out the abominable human brains for ogre brains, combined them with countless corpses with dark magical powers, and infused them with the new plague he had researched, creating a larger, more threatening abomination.

These abominations do not have a mind of their own, but they can perfectly accept all the orders of their masters, and they carry the plague in their bodies, and even if they are destroyed, the plague flowing in their bodies will cause unimaginable damage to their surroundings.

Hilgei showed Kthugad the first and most powerful abomination he had created, and Kthudad was so pleased with his work that he gave the abomination ---- Parchvik.

Bigger, but more nimble than the other Abominations, Patchwick can tear apart a baby dragon in seconds, and even the Lich King couldn't be happier with the title.

Kthultud also used dark magic to infuse Abomination with a broken soul so that it could better comprehend his commands, giving Pachevik a more complete language than the other Abominations.

And the first thing it will say is------

"I am your god of war, Peachwick. ”

"Of course, I know you're the god of war, and now it's ----- you should play your part, instead of saying, you've said this tens of thousands of times, right? ”

"I never knew you were still a chatter, Kel'thugad. Tirio swung his greatsword, golden flames whirring. "Why don't you come yourself, I mean----- taste the soul burned by the light. ”

"I know you're stalling, Paladin, you see, I'm very generous, very, very generous. Tyrio's frown was made by the chainsaw-like sound of Kel'thugad, he really didn't think anyone could speak like that.

"I'm waiting, Paladin, I'm waiting for what you call 'reinforcements', I love to see you come to your door, and there are a lot of such idiots in Northrend. Kelsuga's strange laughter crackled like ice ballast, its bones colliding. "You know what? they all end up being soldiers of the Lich, very loyal soldiers, or -----" Kelsuga looked at the massive abomination that was nearly five meters tall. "You see, or be part of a soldier, but you are strong, and you will become a knight, a true knight, a knight of my king. ”

"So, in order for you to 'catch it all', I don't think you mind waiting-----" Tirio pulled out his pocket watch and looked at it. "Ten minutes, ten more minutes. ”

"Of course ----- mind. Kel'thugad snapped his fingers. "Kill them, Peachwick, but, don't mess with them. ”

"Parchwick wants to play with you!"

"It makes me want to throw up, Lord Fordin!" Walter pouted as he looked at the massive Roshan. "Can we fix it first?"

"You take a team to hang it, be careful, the others ------" Tirio turned. "Follow me, settle first-----I'm sorry, which one is Grobrus and which one is Glass?"

"Your Excellency, the one who is eating the ghoul is Glass. A paladin pointed back. "The one who looked like he wanted to give us a shot was Grosbrus, and it reminded me of the dwarf doctor in training. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, Germo, and your sense of humor. Tirio turned. "Huge size tactics, three minutes, finish Glass, clear?"

"Clear!"

"Everyone. Tirio's hand rested on the deed. "Enough to protect yourself and bless our Heroic Spirits!"

"For the 'Dawn Light'!"

"For the 'Dawn Light'!"

"Chaplains!!!" yelled Tirio. "Target Gris, Strategic Spell B!"

"What is Strategic Spell B?" asked Walter as he activated the blessing on the Covenant and stepped forward.

"A kind of imprisoning spell, the priesthood will help us imprison it, we will extinguish the soul fire in its head within three minutes!"

Type B strategic holy light spell, a confinement spell that specializes in dealing with enemies with a body type of E, the body size increases in order according to A-B-C-D-E-F, a total of six levels, A is smaller than the normal human body type, B is the normal human body type, the so-called body type E, is more than three meters high, less than ten meters. F is unpredictable, such as the Elder God.

Demetia held out her hands and looked at the students behind her. "Pay attention to the continuous output of mental power, not too fast, understand?"

The students nodded, and one by one the golden circles spun up.

"Remember, we only have three minutes, don't get tangled with the low-level undead! the Brotherhood in the back will take care of them!" Tirio pointed forward. "Twelve directions, forty angles, target Gris!

"I thought I wouldn't have a chance to use it. Walter stretched out his left hand, and the golden circle lit up, and the holy light gathered and condensed, turning into a golden spear one and a half meters long, and the golden crystal-like spear was as light as a feather in his hand.

"Tirio!" came Demytia's crisp shout behind him.

"Cast!!" (To be continued.) )