Eventually, the cooperation was reached, and the forces of the Forsaken and Ares attacked the Psychic Academy in two directions, led by the Forsaken Assassins. Alliance...... It's so fragile, just for some same purpose.

"Brother, this collaboration is the most incomprehensible collaboration I've ever seen in my life, but I still did it. Do you know? After I got out of here, I was even worried about how I was going to explain it to my father. ”

Walking in the cold and dark psychic academy, Tyran said bitterly. Ares knew he was struggling inside, and even after the cooperation was reached, Tyran still didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong?

"Your biggest concern is not whether your father can understand, Tirio has a big heart, and I'm sure he can understand what we're doing. What you should be worried about is how to get the people of Silver Dawn to accept this new concept and thought as well. It's more difficult than accepting orcs. ”

Ares said, turning his head. With Ares' knowledge of Tirio, the legendary paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand would not mind this racial concept. Even, he will unite all races to fight against the darkness and evil of this world.

But not every knight and warrior could do this. Silver Dawn, even if it didn't have the fanaticism of the Scarlet Crusaders, it didn't seem so easy for him to accept the alliance with the undead, at least not at first.

And Ares has his own concerns. The Ashen Inquisition is actually an evolution of the Scarlet Crusaders of the Abbey, and there are more mixed people here, including some mages of Dalaran, werewolves of Gilnis, and veterans of the Scarlet Crusaders. Although these people have been purified, it is still difficult for them to accept this new concept.

Even these paladins and warriors behind him are probably still muttering about the strange practices of the two lords in their hearts at this time.

……

In the dark corridor, the Forsaken Assassin in front of him was like a shadow, blending into the endless darkness, and if it weren't for the lingua franca that came from time to time, Ares wouldn't even know if the undead thief was still ahead.

And the more you advance, the more obvious the wail of the dead becomes. The gusty wind chilled everyone's backs.

"Don't worry, we're here soon. The dean's study was in front of it, and this secret passage was rarely used in normal times, even the crypt guards in the academy rarely frequented it. This is where the dean conducts secret research. ”

The Undead Thief stopped and stopped, and kept coming back to talk to Tyran. Obviously, if he was going to go full throttle, these heavily armored paladins and warriors simply wouldn't be able to keep up with him.

"Secret research? What research? ”

Tyran's expression was a little strange, on the one hand, he didn't like to talk to these "dead people", and on the other hand, these undead thieves, who were now his allies, didn't seem to be good to ignore him.

"Poison and some dark spells."

Specifically, he took the captured humans to that chamber and used various dark spells and potions, mostly poisons, and then observed their reactions. Some of the potions are very evil, such as myolytic potions, fire potions, and nerve potions. ”

The undead thief squinted his eyes. He acted very cautiously, almost bending over, cautiously and carefully watching everything in front of him.

"What kind of potion experiments are that?"

Tyran asked.

"Like a myolytic potion, as long as the elixir is glued to the blade of the knife, once it stabs a living person, it can make the muscles of the living person dissolve in just a few minutes, become soft and weak, and finally the whole person dissolves like a liquid. Not even a single bone remains. Now the potion is being prepared to be equipped on the barb of the Abomination of the Scourge, and even if the prey breaks free of the barb, within minutes, he will die from the toxin attack. But don't worry too much, the production of these agents is still very small. There are also things like fire potion, a flame potion, once it is sticked, the strong acid will corrode the skin, and gradually, the skin and wounds will burn, and if it is drunk as poison, the flames will burn from the body, burst open, and finally incinerate the whole person. ”

"What!"

The Undead Thief's words surprised and furious. He was almost about to scream, but Ares grabbed him by the shoulder before he held back his anger.

"This potion is not only for the living, but also for the dead, and they want to destroy us."

The Undead Thief added.

"How long have you been here?"

Ares tried to get out of the undead thief.

"It didn't take long, more than half a month."

The undead assassin honestly returned.

More than half a month...... Now Ares understood that the Forsaken had followed in his footsteps, from the Woodlands of Tipfaris to the Plaguelands. It's just that they know that the world of living people can't accept them, so they simply go into hiding, dissociate themselves from all the human armies of Lordaeron, and act secretly on their own.

"In more than half a month, you will be able to explore this underground academy clearly?"

Tyran then asked. He still has a sense of distrust of these undead assassins.

"Well, Great Lord, you must know that we are the dead, we live in a dark world, and we have a natural affinity for darkness. Just like the elves of Quel'Thalas have a natural affinity for magic, we can hide well in the darkness, which is our main battlefield. ”

The undead thief replied honestly. This inevitably makes Ares feel a little sad, and the same is true among the Forsaken, there are people who value glory and integrity, and there are also treacherous villains like Putres. After the death of human beings, their souls are still like this, and death does not bring them qualitative changes, but only physical changes......

Follow the undead assassin until an ornate study appears in front of him. The furnishings resemble the refined taste of some nobleman, and the palatial carpet stretches to the end of the room. There are beautiful frescoes on the walls, jeweled wine glasses on the table, and a beautiful vase next to it, but the flowers in the vase have long since withered.

Overhead is a lavish chandelier. Countless small crystals hung down, and the light of the oil lamp shone down and fell on the ground, forming colorful and diverse flowing spots.

And the dead don't need light...... Ares reminded himself repeatedly.

"Who's this study?"

"Dark Dean Gardin's study."

The undead thief said with a smile.

"He's a necromancer, but he's a living person, and he has all the needs of a living person, so there's all this here."

He went on to add.

"Where's Gadin?"

Tyran asked.

"I don't know where he is now, but I'm sure he'll be back, back to his study."

The undead assassin's skinny jaw moved, and he replied categorically.