"What is this?"

Ares reached to the undead assassin's chest, and saw a delicate pattern carved into the skin of the slightly decaying chest, like some kind of special mark.

"It feels like an organization's logo."

Gianna walked over and said with a frown.

"Whatever it is, kill it, chop off its head, and it's over. Otherwise, those zombies and spiders outside the house will find us! ”

Herold said irritably. A blood-red battle axe was held in his hand, filled with the desire to slay the undead. But was stopped by Ares.

"It's not in league with the undead outside the house."

As soon as Ares finished speaking, everyone looked at him in surprise. Could it be that the undead still have factions?

"Come to think of it, this guy has been wandering around this house for a long time, and we haven't noticed it. If it was an accomplice of the zombies and necromancers outside the house, then those zombies and crypt demons would have rushed in long ago. However, they didn't, and they searched the academy, searching other corners and rooms. This proves that the undead stalker is not in league with them. ”

In the face of everyone's surprised gaze, Ares continued to analyze and express his opinion.

"It seems to make sense."

Whitemayne leaned in and said with a crooked mouth.

"And what does it want to do?"

Tyran asked. His hammer was in his hand, and like Herold, he would smash the undead assassin's head with a single blow if Ares agreed.

"I'll have to ask him."

Ares turned and stared at the undead assassin with strange eyes. Although Ares already knew in his heart that this thing was most likely the Forsaken. It's just that Nima, you came here to dry your hair, didn't you say that you would settle down in Deathknell Town...... Putress deceived himself. Ares had a very bad premonition, the royal apothecary who looked weak was probably not as weak as he looked, he was very scheming, yes, his ambition might be more than that of the living.

"Say! Our lord asks you. ”

Herold said, pushing forward, resting the axe on the neck of the undead assassin. The blade of the axe has even grazed the skin.

But the undead thief still held his head high and refused to say anything. Not a word. Although everyone knows that this guy may be able to speak, it has a full throat and chest, unlike the zombies outside the house, with empty eyes and a broken body.

This undead assassin even has the same eyes and facial features as a human. It's just that it's dead...... The Living Dead......

"Won't tell?"

The undead thief completely ignored Herold's threats and intimidation, and he didn't even bother to look at the frizzy human.

"Say!"

Annoyed, Herold punched the undead assassin in the abdomen, but it didn't seem to react at all, except for his unsteady body. There was not even a hint of pain. It was Herod, who had a circle of sticky stuff stuck to his fist, which was some disgusting organ and sticky blood.

"Damn it!"

He cursed and couldn't help but go to the sink to clean the disgusting stuff.

"It is the spirit of the dead, and the dead do not feel physical pain. Even if you dig out its internal organs, it is estimated that it will still be like this, with a blank face. ”

Drum went on to say.

"Yes, it won't be afraid of the pain of the sword, but it will be afraid of this!"

Just when everyone was helpless, Ares said, placing his hand on the head of the undead assassin. In the next second, a bright light enveloped the bound undead assassin.

The undead assassin immediately cried out in pain, his skin and muscles burning all over his body, it was the torture of the Holy Light, his face was twisted, and he looked extremely painful, like an albinist meeting sunlight, and the roasted flesh fell from his body, like a molten candle, turned into a liquid viscous and emitted a foul smell.

"Stop...... Stop ......"

In the bright light, the undead assassin couldn't stand it anymore, and he pleaded with a faint breath, begging the paladin in front of him to let it go.

Ares lowered his hand with the iron armor and looked at the undead thief who was almost out of breath. Waiting for his answer.

However, waited for a while, except for the groans of pain. Outside of the groan, this guy didn't react at all......

"Damn it!"

Nearly losing patience, Herold roared, closing his tomahawk closer to the undead assassin once more.

This time, Ares had no objection......

Herod's tomahawk fell. However, at the moment of slicing the neck of the undead assassin, several heavy words came from the shadows—"Wait, High Lord. ”

Ares turned to look, and saw several lean but bright-eyed undead standing in front of him in the darkness.

Could it be that these are also the forgotten?

Ares gasped, how many forsaken people are there in this dark crypt? The original Deathknell Protocol now seems to be useless, the Forsaken are growing in number, and they will never succumb to being in such a deserted town. Ares' mood was a little uneasy. Not because of the undead assassin in front of him, but because of the dark things he knows, in fact, there are very few.

"Are you here to ask for someone, or are you here to fight? If you want someone, tell us everything. If we want to fight, we will accompany you to the end. ”

Tyran threatened.

However, the undead assassins did not appear to be targeting Tyran, and they set their sights on Ares and walked over one step at a time. Drum and Herold immediately raised their weapons and stood in front of them.

"Let them come."

Ares said calmly.

"Great Lord, our leader wants to see you."

Several undead assassins walked over and said respectfully. Their words and deeds are so refined that they give the illusion that they are still alive. But, in any case, they did die, the dead, not the living. Their skin was bloodless, and their rotting bodies stenched. A skinny frame is hidden under a black cloak. It's hard to have a good impression of it.

"Your chief? Is it a lich or a gardin? ”

Ares asked.

"No, you'll know when you see it."

The undead assassin was reluctant to say anything. They stooped down and pleaded. Ares noticed pointed ears sticking out of their black cloaks. This suggests that these undead assassins were once elves, and that there were no Night Elves in the Eastern Kingdoms, or very little, and that the only possibility was that these assassins were once High Elves of Quel'Thalas......