"This way!"

Gianna shouted, the crystal staff in her hand glowing with a brilliant blue light. The dejected squad followed the archmage, everyone was out of breath, and the power of the Holy Light seemed to be restrained here, and endless darkness and coldness filled the underground academy. The ghosts floated by, screaming horrily.

Finally, after hiding in a huge book showroom, the footsteps and roars of the undead and zombies faded away.

"What spell did you use to lure them away?"

Ares asked curiously, panting. Sweat poured from his forehead. Some converge to the chin and drip down. In this cold and dark underground academy, running for a long time actually makes people feel hot.

"Some illusions."

Gianna replied succinctly. She's also out of breath, running and casting spells. This is a huge physical exertion.

André on the side was almost exhausted, sitting on the ground gasping for air.

……

Outside the secret room, hundreds of zombies, ghouls, and crypt demons are attacking a group of "human commandos". The Crypt Demon charged furiously, knocking away a pile of zombies and grabbing the forelimbs towards the humans. But he grabbed a handful of air, and the humans who were still standing in place just now suddenly disappeared, and dissipated into the air along with their smell and breath!

Manic worm whispers emanated from the monstrous vocal cords of the Crypt Demon, like angry roars...... They were played, played by a human witch.

……

"We're stuck here, Lady Gianna, do you have any impressions of this place?"

Tyran asked anxiously. In this sealed space, he began to show his agitation. It's no surprise that anyone has a claustrophobia complex, but to varying degrees. Ares had no idea that Tyran had such severe claustrophobia.

"Nope. My little beetle didn't make it here. ”

As soon as Gianna finished speaking, Tyran became even more agitated. He slammed the hammer against the wall with all his might, and a muffled sound was heard, and everyone immediately cast a look of astonishment. They saw that the Great Lord, who had always been calm and rational in his usual life, was now like a mad beast, pouring out all his anger, restlessness, and anxiety on the cold stone wall. The solid stone walls are not moving, and the stone that composes it is very strong, almost all of which are hard stones such as granite.

"Don't worry, brother, we can think of a way...... I've been in a lot worse situations than that, but every time it's been a disaster. ”

Ares walked over and patiently comforted him.

"Don't mention your past to me, your luck doesn't mean everyone's luck is good, everything you did was right and right, including this raid on the Psychic Academy!"

Tyran roared. All the warriors and paladins of the Silver Dawn and Ash Inquisition suddenly stared at the two High Lords in surprise. In the face of the sudden civil strife, they were a little overwhelmed, even Gianna was stunned, and Tyran's psychological defense seemed to be collapsing. He was like a child, making a lot of noise.

Then he sat on the ground in pain, covered his face with one hand, and cried bitterly—

"I'm sorry, bro, I didn't mean to...... I was just...... Can't stand such emotions...... It's like ...... It's like a demon that wraps me up, suppresses me, oppresses ...... Sorry......"

Tyran crouched incoherently on the ground, returning in pain. He stopped everyone's attention, and perhaps he knew that he didn't deserve to behave like this. The more difficult the situation, as a great lord, he should lead everyone out of the cage and out of danger, but he seems to be unable to restrain the fear in his heart. Ares saw that the warhammer that Tirio had given him was sinking, and it had lost its sparkle. It became like an ordinary warhammer, cold and heavy. It takes a lot of effort to even grab it.

In the dark room, the surroundings were eerily quiet, except for the ticking sound of sewage dripping down the sewers.

Even the breathing of the fighters became so distinct. It was the only breath of life in this ghost academy.

"Honey, we can get out. Believe me. ”

Ares sat down beside Gianna and comforted softly, though he wasn't sure. The success of Naxxramas was due to the guidance of the Ember Messenger and the credit of old Mograine. And now, there is no one to help themselves.

However, as the leader of this team, Ares still has to pretend to be full of faith, so as to inspire everyone's confidence.

"Wait, there's a movement......"

And Gianna seems to have made a new discovery. She sat intently, the staff in her hand glowing with a faint blue light, sweeping the dark room as if it could illuminate the ghosts inside.

"What's that?"

Ares asked in surprise. The Academy of the Dead, built under the surface of the lake, was so cold that the cold air was inhaled into the mouth and nose, and even the respiratory tract felt a slight pain.

"I don't know, but it's weak, it's cautious, it's careful."

Gianna replied in a low voice. Then, she pressed her ear to the ground, feeling the invisible force.

"There's creatures around here, the undead."

Gianna whispered.

Ares made a gesture for his thieves to come.

"Hide, search this room, and get this lurking monster out. Whatever it is. ”

Ares whispered. The Chamber of Secrets was not large, but it was not small, large enough to accommodate three or four hundred people for a meeting here, and Ares estimated that this was once a place where the Cursed Sect would be brainwashed. In the center, on the main seat, it is estimated that there used to be a Kergasud, or a certain lich.

Everyone pretended not to know and continued to rest quietly. I don't know how long this state has passed, maybe minutes, maybe hours, until a fierce fight sounds!

In the darkness, the faint figure gradually appeared. Stalker has caught a stalker!

It can be seen that on the floor not far away, several blood-colored thieves are beating around an undead zombie and quickly knocking it to the ground.

"Wait!"

Ares dragged the greatsword and hurriedly ran over. Stopped his own men from beating the undead stalker.

In front of him, there was a rotting zombie, its whole body, it was full of death, part of its body had rotted, but strangely, its muscles were intact, and it still looked strong. It's not like the zombies outside the room.

Its hands were tied behind its back, and Chris retrieved two delicate daggers from the undead stalker. There are even engravings and grooves on it. Ares suddenly remembered the gem-working techniques he had seen in Dalaran that day, and these grooves were set with small but delicate red gemstones. The color of blood is as if you can reach out and touch it, and scarlet blood flowers can flow.

"It's not an ordinary undead."

Ares asserted. However, as soon as he finished speaking, a very bad idea suddenly broke into Ares's mind......