This person was originally trapped, and Lu Li didn't have time to untie him in a hurry.

Besides, this man is about to turn into an undead, who knows if he is friend or foe, I didn't expect him to be able to break free from the rope by himself, he jumped up and looked around, as if he wanted to find a weapon, but there was no suitable one here and let him choose.

He could only pick up a round wooden stick, about the thickness of the bowl, and it didn't look very good.

"You bastards," the human uncle rushed over with a log stick and struck it directly on the head of a cursed cultist, his heart seemed filled with resentment, and the stick used all his strength.

Bang!

White and red, brain splashes, this cursed cultist was directly opened.

And then there's the next ......

This sudden change frightened everyone, and Lu Li had to retreat from the battle, otherwise they didn't dare to guarantee that this human uncle would be able to distinguish friend from foe.

The cursed cultists were killed by a sneak attack, and they began to organize resistance in the chaos, and the human uncle's body also began to be hurt, and Lu Li had to go up to help, but fortunately, with the human uncle in front of the monster, a few thieves only needed to output, and the difficulty was more than doubled.

All eight of the Cursed Cultists were quickly killed, and the deaths were almost indistinguishable, all with their heads shattered.

This red-eyed, pale-faced Mediterranean uncle is actually a skull-crushing maniac.

When the Cultists of the Damned are dead, it is the turn of the undead.

Uncle Mediterranean stared at the slow-moving undead, and suddenly threw away his wooden stick to hide his face and wept bitterly.

Lu Li looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

If I am not mistaken, there must be acquaintances of Uncle Mediterranean, perhaps family, maybe friends, or at least neighbors, who were arrested together for experiments.

Now, he's the only one left.

These are the real undead, they have been completely undead, there is no way to use potions on them, no matter how good the potions are, they can't solve the problem, at least no one in Azeroth has yet to research this elixir.

"Need our help?" How painful it was to stab his own relatives, Lu Li felt that he should stand up.

"No, I'll do it myself," the big man jerked his head up, and he grabbed the stick again.

What followed was a one-sided slaughter, the big man was covered in wounds, some of them were pre-existing, some of them were left by the cursed cultists just now, but his combat power did not diminish in the slightest, or his willpower supported him to complete this thing.

A middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, roaring and crying at the same time, completed the most helpless and saddest battle of his life.

He wants to kill these relatives and friends of his, in the most direct way, even if they are already undead.

Lu Li stood beside him, looking at all this numbly.

"This is Thea, my daughter, how I wish he hadn't been born in this world," the grieving father killed a young undead, and he chanted the girl's name, Thea, his daughter.

Then, he was able to recognize everyone who had died at his hands, and sometimes he would tell things about them.

For example, one winter, he took his son to fish on a frozen lake, and his son fell, and the sharp ice punctured his new clothes, and the little one was unhappy for several days, until he bought him a delicate dagger with the fish he sold.

For example, the middle-aged undead named Said, who grew up with him.

When they were younger, they worked on the same farm, and one night they were so hungry that they went to the farm kitchen to steal something to eat......

Each of them has an experience that impresses him.

They used to laugh and work together, and some of them even grew up with him, but now they were completely turned into corpses in front of him.

"Who of you, what kind of power would allow humans to kill their own kind," Uncle Mediterranean asked, settling the last of the undead, messily touching the tears on his face with his sleeve.

"It's the power of evil, sir," Lu Li replied.

"I killed my own relatives and friends, and I am also evil," said the human uncle.

"They're already dead, before you kill them," Lu Li paused and added, "Don't you have any other relatives, sir?" ”

"No, my relatives, everything I have, is here," the human uncle shook his head, as if he had lost all his strength, vitality, and hope in the battle just now.

"And what do you plan to do in the future?" Lu Li motioned for the others to destroy the cauldron, and he decided to leave.

It wasn't his loved ones who died, and he could feel the pain, but not enough to be fatal.

"I don't know, but I don't want to be an undead," he said through gritted teeth, "Undead, I'm going to go out, I can't be a monster I hate." ”

"Okay, we'll escort you out," Lu Li said.

A new quest has appeared on the quest reel, escorting Bourne away.

"Thank you," Byrne struggled to his feet, he picked up the stick and helped Lu Li smash the cauldron, Lu Li picked up the notes from one of the Cursed Cultists, and then lit a fire to burn the church.

At this point, they have completed their mission of destroying the ritual of the Cult of the Damned.

The marker at the back of the mission becomes Deliverable, and the delivery is addressed to the quartermaster of Stormwind.

It's a pity that most of the monsters here were killed by Bourne, so they didn't drop anything, and the few killed by Lu Li and the others dropped some materials and equipment.

Equipment has little value, but materials, especially two rare ones, are a good bonus.

The next step is to escort Bourne away, a task that can be very difficult if Bourne were a normal person.

But Byrne was no ordinary man, he was holding a stick the size of a bowl, fighting like a madman, and his body was constantly increasing wounds, but there was no sign of falling, and there was no sign of stopping.

Lu Li explored the path ahead, so as not to encounter an invincible existence.

All the others had to deal with were a few scattered monsters, and it probably took more than an hour for them to appear on the edge of the Plaguelands.

"I have a bit of a friendship with the people of the Seventh Legion," Lu Li admired the farmer's combat prowess and decided to help him, with Lu Li's friendship with Lord Boval Fotagen, the people of the military should be able to accept Bourne.

"Thank you, I think I've got somewhere to go," Byrne said, standing on a rotten stake, looking into the distance.

Flying there were blood-colored battle flags.

A group of warriors in blood-colored armor are frantically slaughtering the undead.

Scarlet Crusaders!