The Tifaris woodland, cold and damp weather, where the cold air blowing from the North Sea meets the heat of the burning plains to form a continuous rainfall. At night, Ares, Drum, and Herod, dressed in thick raincoats, quietly left the monastery. Head down the hill to the small town of Brill, not far from the ruins of Lordaeron.

Ares knew that the town was supposed to be a stronghold for the Forsaken in the previous timeline, and even a tower flight station was built not far away, which served as a link to the tribe and a foothold for the tribe in the eastern kingdom. But right now, there's nothing there, not to mention towers, flight sites. Even Brill is not yet large, just a few dozen houses and a small trade market.

"Herold, you seem to be a little strange these two days?"

Two days later, Ares, Drum, and Herod had arrived outside the small town of Brill. In the drizzling rain, the town's signboard swayed in the wind, looking particularly bleak and deserted. Seeing that he was about to enter the town, Ares was curious about how Herod had behaved in the past two days, he was not like his usual style, a little too quiet......

"Oh? Is it? How so? ”

Herold replied in stiff language.

"On weekdays, you talk a lot, but in the past two days, you have very few words, and you always eat and sleep, and rush to leave when you are full. Hey, it's not like your style, buddy. Come on, let's talk about something, how many women are there in your convent? ”

Ares walked over with a wicked smile on his face, staring at the big unpretentious face. I want to see what Herod has been doing in the past two days.

"Alright, brother, don't embarrass him anymore, we have important things to do. Go in first, fast forward and come back, if you leave too long, the people in the monastery will be suspicious. ”

Ares was halfway through his sentence when Drumm stopped Ares' boring behavior. He walked into Brill with a big sword on his back.

Ares noticed that the houses appeared to have been renovated, and that the moldy grain and debris that had been scattered in front of the houses had been cleaned up. On the balconies of some houses, flowers and green leaves are even arranged. The roads in the town have become much cleaner, and there is not even a single corpse of a zombie, which makes everyone even more suspicious. Drumm had almost secured his hand on the hilt of his sword. Be prepared for an ambush that may come at any time.

In the hazy rain curtain, the smell of corpses became stronger and stronger, and I saw a zombie with a rickety figure walking in front of me. He wore a loose robe, and appeared to be a mage in his lifetime.

Drumm immediately drew his sword and pointed it at the zombie.

"Brother, don't get excited. If this guy wants to kill us, he can do it when we come in, and he doesn't have to wait until now. See, he's a mage. Necromancer. ”

Ares said, motioning for Drumm to put down his greatsword first.

And at this moment, in the hazy rain and fog, a large wave of zombies and skeletons appeared...... Almost immediately, Ares and his party were surrounded by them. The smell of corpses just now...... Ares instantly understood that they had already set up an ambush......

"What do you want to do, living people? I can feel the powerful evil power in you. ”

The necromancer in front of him spoke, and Ares was surprised that such an undead could actually speak a lingua franca! And a standard Lordaeron accent.

The sword in Drum's hand tightened.

"Listen, undead, I don't know why you can speak with your rotten tongue, but I do want to say that we are not here to kill you, otherwise, I could have brought an army with me, and there was no need for only three men to risk it."

"So what do you want to do here? We can kill you at any time and make you one of us. ”

The necromancer continued in a deep voice. A pair of eyes that are not ghost eyes that glow blue, but a pair of eyes that are almost indistinguishable from normal humans, just like they were in life.

"Plague, I'm here to investigate and understand this great plague."

Standing in place, Ares replied in a sonorous voice. The surrounding zombies and skeletons gradually surrounded him, but Ares still did not draw his sword, and his eyes were fixed on the necromancer in front of him. Obviously, there are so many zombies, and if they really fight, they are not sure of winning, and the necromancer in front of him seems to be the leader of this group of zombies.

"Then you're in the wrong place, there's no answer you want here."

"No, that's what I'm looking for. This plague has spread throughout the royal city of Lordaeron and the surrounding towns, except for Brill, where the plague has not spread, so my answer is here. Listen, deceased, I know you're not part of the Scourge Legion, you're not mindless zombies, you have your own consciousness in you, your eyes have told me everything, you're a new race. And, in some ways, you, like us, are fighting against the dark and evil forces of the Scourge Legion. ”

Faced with an ever-increasing horde of zombies and skeletons, Ares made a desperate gamble and boldly made his guesses public. In the next second, Ares could see the surprised expression of the necromancer on the other side, even though his face was partially rotten, some of the expressions could still be seen clearly.

"Why? The people of the Scarlet Crusaders have always hated the undead, we are your enemies, tell me, why, why are you like this? ”

The necromancer paused, and then quickly, asked in the standard lingua franca.

The surrounding zombies and skeletons also stopped, and Ares noticed that many of them were not soldiers, but just farmers, armed with improvised sticks and farming tools. A pair of eyes are not as fierce and numb as those of the scourge undead. Things are moving more and more in the direction Ares had speculated.

"I said it, in order to investigate this plague. You may be able to help me. ”

Ares took a step closer, and at this point, both Dram and Herold became concerned, signaling their leaders to be careful, necromancers are not a good thing, and their dark spells can corrupt a person's mind.

"Don't hesitate any longer, archmage, you can see this giant sword behind me, it is a weapon for slaughtering the undead, if I really want to slaughter you, I will do it just now, and I will bring an army, to do it. And I don't, and likewise, you don't, which proves that there are some common interests between us, and like I said, you are not ordinary undead, and the Scourge is our common enemy. ”

Ares approached little by little, only one step away from the necromancer. At this distance, Ares could clearly see everything about the necromancer, except for the decay of his body and the black of his skin, he looked no different from a normal human. The point is, he has his own sanity. Of course, there is another purpose of approaching the mage, if they don't agree to cooperate, if they really start to move, at this distance, Ares can cut off his head with a sword, and without the leader, this group of undead will definitely turn into birds and beasts and flee.

"You come with me, High Lord."

After a moment's hesitation, the necromancer whispered, turned around, and the zombies and skeletons behind him immediately made way for Ares and his party to make a straight path to the basement of Brill Town Hall......