"Alright, Wu Ming, let's go back to Blackblade Fortress now." Having completed his mission to Stormwind, Thassarian can't wait to PK with the Scourge Legion.

"No, I have one more thing to do now, do you want to come along?" Wu Ming was in no hurry to go back.

"Is there anything else you haven't done?" Sasarian didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Wu Ming's gourd.

"You'll find out if you come along." At this time, Wu Ming opened a portal and walked in, and Sasarian hesitated for a moment, but went in with him.

"This is" Sasarian didn't know what to say anymore, now the place where he and Wu Ming were was at the junction of the Eastern Plague Land and the Western Plague Land, it was nothing, but looking in the direction of Wu Ming's eyes, Sasarian was startled, it was the Psychic Academy.

"When Arceth attacked the Chapel of Light's Wish before, he should have sent out all the undead who could fight here, and now the troops here are still empty, but the Knights of the Black Blade and the Silver Northern Expedition are busy preparing for an expedition to Northrend, so they don't care about it." Wu Ming explained.

"Are you trying to destroy the Psychic Academy now?" Sasarian couldn't believe it.

"From the last battle in Stratholme, I decided that I was going to make these torturous guys pay." Wu Ming's voice was calm, but Thassarian could feel a suppressed anger.

"Yes, I forgot, you do this kind of thing a lot." After the Knights of the Black Blade and the Silver Northern Expedition were united, some of the soldiers of the original Silver Dawn knew about Wu Ming's achievements, because of his strong strength, he usually went to the decapitation operation with Eve.

"If you don't want to, you can open the door of death yourself and go back to Ebon Fortress first." Wu Ming didn't care, calling Sasarian was just a whim.

"How can this kind of thing be done without my share." Not only did Sasarian not go back, but it seemed that he also wanted to go to the Psychic Academy with Wu Ming to smash the field.

In front of the Castle of Keldaron, Wooming and Thassarian stood side by side, gazing at the castle that once recorded the glory of Lordaeron, but now it was left with a few dilapidated towers, and, underneath this castle, the cradle of the Cursed Cult and necromancers, the Psychic Academy.

As an important stronghold of the Scourge Legion, the exit of the Psychic Academy will naturally not lack guards, there are several skeletons with swords wandering at the entrance of the castle, but without Wu Ming's hands, Thassarian rushed forward, those skeletons have not yet reacted, they were killed by Sassarian, since he broke away from the control of the Lich King, Thassarian can be said to hate the undead Scourge to the bone, so just now he wanted to come with Wu Ming, of course, Wu Ming's combat effectiveness is also an important reason, Otherwise, even if the defense of the Psychic Academy was empty, Sasarian would not dare to come and make trouble alone.

"It stinks in here." As soon as he came to the entrance of the Psychic Academy, Wu Ming smelled a pungent smell of corpse decay.

"Dark Dean Gardin and Les Frost often use corpses here to make real yàn, so it's not surprising that they smell, and the undead can't smell it without their sense of smell anyway." The Psychic Academy also contributed a lot to the establishment of the Blackebon Fortress, and many Death Knights have been to this place, and Thassarian is one of them.

"It seems that it is necessary to add some more people, the Psychic Academy seems to be bigger than I thought, and it will take a lot of time for the two of us to clean up all the undead." After Wu Ming walked into the Psychic Academy, he found that the Psychic Academy was much larger than the one in the game.

"Are we going to go back and call someone now?" Thassarian also felt that the Psychic Academy was indeed too big for the two of them.

"No, have you forgotten that I'm anything other than a mage?" Saying that, Wu Ming began to recite a spell that Sasarian didn't understand, although Sasarian couldn't understand it, but when he saw the teleportation circle formed on the ground, he roughly understood, he knew that Wu Ming was also a warlock, so he should be summoning demons.

"What is this" Thassarian didn't know how to describe his feelings, and Wu Ming's teleportation circle slowly walked out of one after another warrior-like things, "Aren't you summoning demons?" ”

"They're demons, but they're a little special." Wu Ming removed one of the helmets, and Thassarian was even more surprised that it was empty, "They are the demon guards I have summoned. ”

"You and I know." Sasarian was already numb, Wu Ming really couldn't judge by common sense, generally speaking, each warlock could only summon one demon guard, but Wu Ming summoned 20 at a time, and they were all exactly the same demon that he had never seen before.

In fact, these are the white knights made by Agnus in the world of Devil May Cry, and they all now have the peak combat power of the legion-level level, and they can be said to be invincible in this psychic academy with empty defense, so Wu Ming ordered them to enter the psychic academy, kill all the necromancers, and then gather all the techniques of undead magic together, ready to let Wu Ming destroy them all at once. For a while, there was a ghost crying wolf in the Psychic Academy.

"Let's go, I'm just letting my demon guards deal with ordinary necromancers, but when it comes to dealing with Dark Dean Gardin and Les Frost, we still have to do it ourselves, those demon guards aren't enough." Wu Ming reminded Sassarian and walked into the chaotic psychic academy

"What the hell is going on? Why is it so noisy outside. Les Frost asked, walking out the door of the room.

"Help, sir. Suddenly there are a lot of people outside, they are constantly wreaking havoc in the academy, you and the dean hurry up to stop them, we have just sent all the elites to participate in the battle in the Chapel of the Light's Wish, there are no undead to fight here. An apprentice reported in a panic.

"The dean is doing the real yàn now, don't disturb him. I want to see who is so bold, even if the defense of the Psychic Academy is empty now, but I, Les Frost, are not easy to bully. Les Frost said indignantly.

"No need to look for it, we're already here." At this time, Wu Ming and Sasarian walked in, and Wu Ming was ready to deal with these two big men on his own from the beginning.

"Frost Nova!!" Without nonsense, Les Frost immediately attacked, and the surroundings of Wu Ming and Sasarian were immediately eroded by the frozen magic, and even the bookshelves next to them were frozen.

"It seems that your strength is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary necromancers, but it is still useless to me." At this time, the frozen magic power instantly dissipated with Wu Ming's words, as if it had never existed.

"How is this possible?" Les Frost was still very confident in the power of his move, but he never expected that he would be dissolved by this person so lightly.

"Les Frostwhisper, you will pay for your crimes today." Thassarian walked out with the rune sword.

"Hmph, the guy who betrayed the Lich King still dares to be arrogant in front of me? Then I'll show you the true power of the necromancer. Les Frost began to chant a lengthy incantation, and the severed limbs scattered around him gathered as if they were alive, and finally formed a ten-meter-tall flesh golem.

"Thassarian, since you lured this guy out, then you can fight it, and I'll go and take down Les Frost directly." Wu Ming said quite undisciplinedly, letting Sasarian fight this ten-meter-tall monster alone was clearly a joke.

"I see, but please hurry, I don't know how long I'll last." Tassarian thought that Wu Ming wanted him to drag the flesh puppet first, and then he would deal with Les Frost himself, so he didn't hesitate and rushed to the flesh puppet and fought with it.