Lordaeron.

"Grand Prosecutor."

In the cold winter, the members of the Knights roamed and patrolled the continent of Lordaeron to exterminate every undead on the continent, however, what had happened in the last half month had surprised and even panicked the warriors and paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

They discovered a new species in the Eastern Plaguelands, near the Wraith Forest—and although these undead soldiers looked like ordinary undead soldiers, it was only after the battle that the warriors of the Order discovered their horror and horror.

These cataclysmic zombies seem to have been injected with some kind of black magic, becoming bloodthirsty and brutal, and extremely aggressive. At the same time, their strength has increased dramatically, several times that of ordinary zombies, and they can even tear off the limbs of a normal human with their bare hands. Then he pounced on them, tearing the human soldier's body to pieces like a wild beast.

It took a great deal of effort for the warriors to bring a mutated zombie to the Scarlet Abbey and hand it over to Grand Inquisitor Whitemayne.

Since the departure of High Lord Ares from Lordaeron, Whitemane has once again taken on the responsibility of leading the Order. She walked up to the zombie specimen and looked at the zombie with a pair of clear eyes. Yes, that zombie was a specimen to her, and she had to study why these undead soldiers had mutated and become powerful. This is important for the entire Order, and indeed for the future of the entire Republic of Lordaeron.

"Grand Prosecutor, he's fierce and dangerous."

Whitemayne took a step closer, and the captured zombie suddenly opened its mouth, revealing rows of blood-red teeth, and a disgusting discharge dripping from the corner of its mouth. The soldiers around him hurriedly called out to their chief prosecutor.

It's just that Whitemayne looks very calm, and she stares at the zombies. But not a simple eye contact, but a spell similar to psychic penetration, she was trying to read the zombie's memory, how it was made. And how it was sent to this front. Although the zombie is not autonomous, some of its memories can be read, and the priests have such abilities, although most of them are not strong enough to fight against the lich behind the undead soldiers, or the will of the higher-level undead commanders.

But Whitemayne can do it, she's not an ordinary pastor......

Like a demon subduing, Whitemane stood in front of the mutated zombie and pressed the wooden staff in his hand against the zombie's head. The divine spell suddenly took effect, like a powerful electric current that instantly pierced the heart of a zombie. The undead zombies who were still fierce and bloodthirsty just now suddenly fell silent under the spell of the Grand Prosecutor.

Whiteman's mind also entered its past and present lives. In the shattered fragments of the zombies' memories, Whitemayne saw many. Yes, she did see how these mutated zombies were created, they lined up in the wind and snow in Northrend to enter the underground laboratory of the Scourge Legion, in the dark and gloomy undead biology laboratory, these dark zombies who had long lost consciousness and soul moved numbly, their bodies no longer a complete person in the eyes of the necromancer, but a walking corpse made of countless stump fragments.

Whitemayne's mind shuttled through such a dark and cold environment, and she saw numb zombies walking to the "operating table". Some undead guards are delivering vials of black potions to necromancers. The zombies lay on the operating table, like dead corpses, at the mercy of the necromancer. In fact, they are corpses.

With a nauseous cry, the necromancers poured the black potions into the corpses.

Then, the lich who had been hiding in the ice cellar came out on crutches. Its eyes burned with icy ghostly fire, and it drove away the necromancers on the left and right, and stood in front of the corpse itself. It's like admiring a work of art, looking at these corpses infused with evil potions.

Gradually, the lich raised his bone-only hands, and a powerful burst of dark energy poured out of his fingertips and poured into the experimental corpses.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the corpse's reaction.

Then, Whitemane saw an amazing scene. I saw that these originally weak corpses, after being infused with mysterious potions and dark energy, suddenly got up from the operating table, their eyes burning with strange red flames, completely different from when they came in before.

An eerie smile appeared on the lich's fleshless face, and its bone-white mouth rose slightly. Under the coercive power and command of the lich, the animals of Northrend served as test subjects for these mutated zombies.

I saw mutated zombies like bloodthirsty beasts, pounced on these living creatures standing in front of them. Wolves, grizzly bears, stags, and goats were torn apart by these mutated zombies, and their flesh and blood splattered out, almost in a torn manner. Whitemane was shocked by the sight before her, and she almost screamed, but years of battling the Scourge undead had forced her to hold her down.

She tried to get out of this psychic penetration, however, for a moment, a terrifying and cold voice suddenly sounded in her heart.

"Reverend, have you seen enough?"

It was a voice from the Lich, and yes, in the spirit world, Whitemane was captured by the Lich of the Scourge Legion. Her psychic connection connects to the undead soldiers, and inevitably attracts the attention of the Reaper-like lich.

The lich's words rang out like the words of death in Whitemane's mental world. Whitemane tried to break free from this force, but she couldn't, and the lich was like a devil, pinching her little soul. Soon, a bone-chilling chill enveloped her, and another image appeared before her eyes, the man at the top of the Icecrown Fortress, the dead man, the Lordaeron Prince who had lost his soul to the Frost Sorrow, and now the Lich King Arthas, was awakening.

An endless army of the undead roars across the snowy lands of Northrend, awaiting the day when the Lich King will awaken once and for all.

"No ......"

Whitemayne struggled, and finally, a brilliant light pulled her back to reality.

The frail Grand Prosecutor was held by his attendants and almost fell to the ground.

"The Lich King is awakening, the Scourge army is gathering, Ares must be notified......"

"But why did he let me see these ......"

Whitemayne muttered to himself in a weak voice.