"How are you feeling, are you feeling better?" asked Varna Morningsong as she looked at the young mage's pupils that were constantly shifting between black and violet.

Zhang Cheng took a small sip of cool river water, gently shook his dizzy head and replied: "It's okay, it's just a little overcast, it's not a big problem." But in a short period of time, I'm afraid I won't be able to deal with hundreds or thousands of undead creatures at once like I did just now. ”

"No, you don't understand what I mean. Don't you feel that what you just did was a bit crazy and reckless? As a mage, you should use more wisdom than violence to solve problems. I'll admit that you have an unparalleled talent for combat, but that doesn't mean ......"

Before Varna Chenge could finish speaking, Zhang Cheng interrupted impatiently: "I know what you have to say. Indeed, wisdom is very important to a mage, and even in a certain sense, a mage should represent wisdom. Sometimes, however, wisdom does not mean that all problems can be solved, especially when faced with a group of irrational enemies, and the only option is the most direct violence. Look at this endless stream of undead, do you expect to negotiate with them?"

"But you shouldn't risk your life, you know, in a situation like the one you just made, it only takes one small mistake and you'll be torn to shreds by countless undead. I don't want you to have any strengths and weaknesses, and I don't want to be able to taste the pure water of the sunwell. The elf gritted her teeth in warning.

Obviously, if there is anyone in Azeroth who cares most about Zhang Cheng's life at the moment, it must be her.

"Hahahaha! Okay, maybe you're right, I'm a little too crazy. Zhang Cheng let out an inexplicable laugh.

He wisely did not continue to argue with the other party, but stood up and walked over to the two pots that had been boiling.

Zenobia, who was guarding in front of her, hurriedly stood up and saluted, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Master, according to your request, I have poured all the solvents into it. ”

"Well done! Now let everyone go, and you'd better pretend you didn't see the rest of the story. With that, Zhang Cheng took out the specially treated bottle of plague from his pocket, pulled out the stopper and poured two drops into the pot.

Moment!

The originally clear boiling water was immediately dyed a strange dark green, and emitted a choking gray smoke, and in less than two or three minutes, the surrounding air began to become turbid, the flowers and trees quickly withered and died, and even the soil on the ground showed an abnormal smell of decay.

"That's ......"

Zenobia's eyes widened as she watched the incredible changes taking place in front of her, and her whole body became extremely nervous.

Although the site of the Scourge was in the northern part of the Eastern Continent, the territory of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, that did not mean that she had not heard of the horror of the plague.

On the contrary, because the first outbreak destroyed one of the most powerful human kingdoms, people feared it far more than the orcs who had invaded Azeroth many times.

Staring at the intense fear in the girl's eyes, Zhang Cheng nodded quietly: "That's right, this is the magic plague, to be precise, it is a special plague that has been strengthened, it can not only allow infected creatures to complete the transformation from life to death in a few minutes, but also strengthen the basic abilities of undead creatures." However, at the cost of these undead creatures, they consume a lot of death energy. In other words, if they are not replenished by the outside world, they will quickly run out of energy and die. ”

"I see, you're going to use this method to wipe out the hordes of undead in the Great Tomb, right?" Zenobia's face appeared with a look of sudden realization.

"Yes, but this method has a fatal drawback, that is, it is inevitable that one or two special individuals will survive the energy consumption to complete the evolution in a large number of undead. This means that we will have to deal with several high-level undead after the plague. Zhang Cheng explained, pulling the girl away from the gray smoke tongs.

In fact, without any need for him to warn them, the night watchmen consciously retreated outside the fence, and Althea took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose.

For about ten minutes or so, some low-level undead who were driven by instinct began to slowly approach the pot, followed by the erosion of the gray fog, they gradually became restless and excited, especially the ghouls let out bursts of roars from time to time, both in action and reaction were several times faster.

Thankfully, after only half an hour, they became silent and sluggish, and finally fell to the ground, never to get up again.

After a period of time, almost all the undead of the entire Crow Ridge Tomb** were attracted.

As the bones and corpses on the ground piled up more and more, Varna Chenge finally couldn't help but remind, "It's almost over! If the plague continues, the land will be completely polluted, and there will be no chance of recovery." ”

"No! wait!" Zhang Cheng indifferently rejected the other party's suggestion.

Because he sensed that not far ahead, a powerful mass of death energy was slowly approaching, as conspicuous as a torch in the darkness.

Just as the elf was about to say something, there was a slight tremor on the ground, and before everyone could react, a huge shadow swayed out of the path of the cemetery.

It is more than four meters tall, and its entire body is stitched together from countless corpses, and its single eye has always emitted a light like that of a beast.

"Oh my God! Yes...... How can there be an abomination ?!!in the Crow Ridge Cemetery," one of the night watchmen exclaimed.

Not only him, but the others didn't react much better, and Althea's face sank like water, biting her lower lip desperately.

Knowing that Stitched Abomination, with its powerful self-healing abilities, is almost the same as invincibility in a rural place like the Twilight Forest, and it would take almost all the army to kill it.

"Abomination can't come out of nowhere, unless someone uses psychic spells to create it. Prepare for battle, it's not rubbish that can be easily consumed by the plague. With that, Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and poured a small bottle of well water from the Sun Well into his mouth.

As a time-traveler who knows the plot well, he won't forget that there is a so-called hermit hidden in Raven Ridge, and if nothing else, Stitching Abomination is this guy's masterpiece.

Although he didn't know how the other party managed to scrape together so many strange materials without the player's help, he decided to take out the abomination and prevent the horrific slaughter of the night.

"Damn, if I knew who did it, hang him in public!" Altea's eyes burst into flames of rage......

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