In the dark basement, there is a row of strange oil lamps hanging on the walls, which are fueled by corpse oil, and although the white flames illuminate the hall, there is no temperature. The undead are not afraid of the cold, so they don't need such a stove.

The necromancer led Ares and the others inside, and Ares was surprised that such a huge space had been dug out of the ground of this town hall, and it had dug three floors deep. The air at the bottom was suffocating, and Drumm began to wonder if the undead had deliberately lured themselves underground and trapped them again.

Fortunately, at the bottom layer, the leader of this group of undead finally appeared.

"Welcome, Grand Lord of the Crusaders."

In front of him came a thin male undead in a robe. His fingers were so thin that they were almost bone, but the muscles of his body were still intact. His pale hair was draped over his shoulders, and he wore a very thick glasses in one eye, and when he saw the guest coming, he slowly took off his glasses, revealing the bloodshot eye.

"You're the leader of the undead here?"

Ares asked calmly as he looked at the monster in front of him. Indeed, there is nothing special about him, if it were not already a dead person, this is almost an ordinary old man.

"Yes, the dead, we are the dead, and I am their chief - the royal apothecary Putres. I've heard all your conversations with Mage Winter above, Lord Ares, in fact, I've been following you for a long time, and you're different from all the Scarlet Crusaders. ”

The Great Pharmacist said, taking Ares to his lab.

The dark corridors reminded Ares of the underground dungeons of the Hand of Tyr, cells crawling with spiders and maggots. As with all labs, the lab of Grand Apothecary Putress has corpses on display, though it doesn't seem clear whether it was a living person being used for experimentation or a Scourge Legion soldier being used for testing.

"Don't touch that. There's corpse worms in there, it's not contagious, but it makes your hands stiff and like ours. ”

Curious about what he was doing, Dram picked up a human skull, but was stopped by Putress.

"You'd better not touch the things in the lab, there are some things that I still don't understand."

As he spoke, Putress walked over to a container of water, which was filled with green water, reminding Ares of the pool of blood of the necromancer Naxxramas.

"Great Lord, this is the answer you want."

Putress said, gesturing to the contents of the container. Ares took a step closer, and the scene before him was terrifying. This container filled with green water is not for other things, it is a person inside! A human male who had fallen asleep, without a single cloth on his body, was lying in the green water, with only his face exposed.

"What is this?"

Drum asked, surprised.

"The experiment, all my potions, succeeded in him in the end."

Putress said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Obviously, he was very satisfied with his masterpiece. Ares guessed that this great pharmacist must have been a mad experimenter during his lifetime. After his death, he became the Forsaken and continued his perverted experiments, but there were good and bad things, and it seemed that he had indeed developed an antidote to the plague.

"Is he alive or dead?"

Drumm asked.

"Before, he was alive, now he is dead."

"You're experimenting on living people!"

After Putress finished speaking, Drumm rushed forward in excitement, grabbed the collar of the great apothecary, and the bones in his fist clicked.

Several undead guards immediately surrounded them.

"They've been infected before they died, and if I don't treat them, they're going to die too."

Putress was grabbed by the collar by Drum, but he explained unhurriedly, apparently, that he knew that Ares needed him, and that he was not afraid of the reckless warrior in front of him to do something stupid.

Ares winked before Drum let go of his hands.

Tensions have eased.

"I did more than a dozen experiments on him, using various medicines, and as a result, the farmer's condition deteriorated day by day. Eventually, I took a desperate gamble and collected the corpse worms, squeezed and grinded them, extracted the venom, mixed my potion, and used them together. As a result, my patient, the farmer, was relieved. And he got better day by day, but due to the use of too many potions, his body was extremely weak, and he died soon after. ”

Pputres, the Great Apothecary, said with a proud expression on his face, while Drumm and Herrod looked disgusted. Corpse insects, something that normal humans don't usually touch, the pharmacist actually used it to squeeze and grind, which is really mad. And this treatment plan is a bit of a poison against poison, no wonder no human pharmacist has developed an antidote, because based on human morality and ethics, and fear, no one will use corpse juice to experiment on living people.

"But you see that his body is intact and shows no signs of decomposition. That is to say, the symptoms of the plague in him are gone. ”

Putres continued.

"Great Apothecary, there's a question I don't understand, what are the necromancers of the Scourgeon Legion doing to create this new type of plague? If only it didn't even spare the dead. ”

Herold asked curiously.

"The question is simple, the Scourge is not only going to kill you, but also us, because we are undead who have broken free from the Lich King's mind control, so they have developed this new type of plague. And, the terrible thing is that this plague is still mutating every day, and even I don't know what it will become in the next second. ”

Putress said, picking up a small pill bottle from the table.

"This is the antidote to the plague. I don't have much stock, but it's enough for you to heal your companions. ”

"But I have one condition."

"I know that you have to be conditional, and you will not help us unconditionally. Say, what conditions? ”

Ares sat down and spoke calmly.

"Great Lord, you have obtained my potion, you must help me keep it secret, only the three of you know here, and no fourth living person can know about it. Also, my lord, I need a territory, and my people need a place to live. Even if you understand our suffering, the rest of the Lordaeron humans will not, and they will hunt down the undead when they see them, especially the Scarlet Crusaders. So, I need your commitment to give us a place to stay. ”

Putress said, his dark eyes staring at Ares, and he could see the ash bringer behind him. This is both a symbol of the status of the Great Lord and a weapon against the undead. Putress saw firsthand how the former Ashbringers slaughtered the undead. Ares' attitude was crucial to him, to this sparsely numerous race.

"A place to stay?"

"Yes."

Putress replied earnestly.

"Where?"

"Lordaeron, Lordaeron's underground prison. It is a wonderful hiding place where me and these forgotten dead can enter and continue the lives of our dead. It is also the home of many of us. ”

Putress said, observing Ares' expression.

"No way!"

But Ares rejected him directly......

"I think you are very conspicuous in Brill, not to mention in the royal city of Lordaeron, I tell you clearly, Lordaeron is a very conspicuous place, you are active in the area of Lordaeron, I will not be able to guarantee your safety. It is frequented by other human organizations. If the alliance goes north, there is a good chance that it will become their stronghold as well. Of course, the alliance itself is falling apart now, but there is no guarantee that they will not reach that ruin in the future. Great Apothecary, you must know that you are undead, and in the eyes of others, you are no different from the Scourge Legion, so if you want to live in this world, you must go to an extremely secluded place, not in Lordaeron. ”

Ares said solemnly.

"Well, pharmacist, I'll suggest you a place."

Seeing Putress with a sad face, Ares continued.

"You say, I'm listening."

Putress lifted his head and looked at Ares with those bloodshot eyes.