"Herod, where are you going?"

In the dean's study in the secluded forest, everyone sat quietly in the corner, waiting for the moment when the dark dean Gardin appeared, however, at this moment, Ares noticed that Herold seemed to be mentally abnormal, and he took a trance and walked towards the outside of the study. Ares stopped him.

The silence caught the attention of the others, and the Forsaken Assassin followed.

The next second, Herold turned around, his eyes turning red, a dark red eyeball like an undead. Ares instantly understood what was going on!

"Catch him!"

Before Herod could act, Ares had already shouted and ordered the others to act.

However, everyone looked at the scene in front of them with a confused expression, they didn't know why the Great Lord wanted to arrest his own people? What did Herold do, and he had to wait until after the raid on the Psychic Academy? But the Forsaken Assassin understood what was going on.

Everyone at the scene was stunned, except for Ares and the undead assassin who rushed forward.

In the next second, Herold swung his battle axe and slashed at the oncoming undead assassin. However, an afterimage was left in the air. When Herold's battle axe fell, the undead thief appeared behind him, and then a dagger was placed around the warrior's neck.

"Wait."

Ares yelled.

The Forsaken Assassin was also very knowledgeable, and cooperated with a kick to the back of Herod's knee, and Herod fell to his knees. He was forced to look up at Ares as he approached.

Everyone gathered around. They didn't understand what was happening, they just looked at the scene in front of them with a look of astonishment.

"Foolish people, you think you have discovered my study, you have discovered my whereabouts. And stay in this warm and comfortable room, trying to kill me and complete your so-called mission. But I tell you, your plan has failed, look at you, how naïve, High Lord, you have brought me your best men, and I, I will transform them into the undead to serve me. Thank you for training such an elite group of warriors for me, the Lich King, and a new Death Knight......"

Herod fell to his knees, but what came out of his mouth was not his voice. It was like a voice from another world, hollow, bleak and terrifying.

"What's that?"

Ares questioned the undead assassin.

"Gardin, yes, he found us."

The Forsaken said angrily.

"You're leading us into a trap!"

Tyran roared, his hammer almost starting to glow.

"No, I don't know what happened in between. But this warrior must have been bewitched in some way. ”

The Forsaken replied categorically. He really doesn't look like a liar, and if he does, he doesn't have to wait until now. Ares was sure that what he said was true, and that something must have gone wrong.

Herold roared in pain. It was as if his body was being controlled by some dark force, and even though he didn't want to, the dark force forced him to do so.

"In the name of the Lich King, you all have to die!"

A deep, deep voice came from Herod's mouth, and now everyone was sure that it was definitely the voice of the undead.

"Save him!"

In desperation, Ares shouted.

At this moment, Whitemayne pushed through the crowd, walked up to Herrod, and placed his hand on Herrod's forehead in a manner of a judge.

Herold resisted fiercely, but the two warriors of the Silver Dawn held it tightly. The Forsaken had walked away, and he knew what the priest was going to do to his men, and he had to avoid anything about the Light, or he would be hurt by the force......

"Heal him. Whiteman, it's up to you now. ”

Ares said seriously.

I saw the chief prosecutor close his eyes and pray...... One second, two seconds, three seconds...... Gradually, a strong light and the top of Herrod's head bloomed, and Herold screamed in pain, his body resisted violently, and struggled.

But under the control of two thick-armed, Silver Dawn warriors, he was never able to break free.

Like a flowing spring, the light flowed from the top of his head, to his eyes, to his neck, and to his whole body.

The solemn and holy prayer came from Whiteman's mouth, and the holy light grew stronger.

"What is this?"

Tyran asked, surprised.

"Exorcism, Whitemane is mentally connecting with him, dispelling the dark power in Herod's body."

Ares replied with a serious expression. He had seen this ritual countless times, requiring the priest's full attention and time. But at the moment, apparently, there is not so much time. Outside, countless zombies and ghouls seem to have arrived.

The innocent singing voice of the little girl came from the room, but the voice seemed to come from centuries ago, empty and sad. Everyone knows that it is the Song of the Dead, and the banshees and ghosts of the psychic academy may also be gathering here.

But Ares can't give up any of his teammates, he brought them in himself, and he has to take them out alive!

"Tyran, Dram, brothers, today, by no means our end, let us once again fight side by side, for Lordaeron!"

Ares roared. He grabbed the fallen Ember Messenger and stood in the doorway. The warriors and paladins of the Silver Dawn gathered around him, and Tyran with a hammer in his hand, ready to fight the undead to the end the moment the door was pushed open.

At this point, Whitemane was freed from her spiritual connection, and she sat down wearily, her light dimming. And Herold was also rescued from the hands of death.

He looked very weak, lying in the corner, his eyes regaining their rational gaze.

"Damn it...... The painting...... Draw ......"

Herold said weakly. He pointed to the mural on the wall.

Ares instantly understood that the dark dean's study might be full of traps. There was a portrait of a beautiful young girl on the wall, but it was not an ordinary portrait, it was a trap.

Just after Herod was rescued, the girl in the portrait suddenly moved! A strange smile rose into the corners of her mouth, like a ghost!

"Gianna, burn it!"

Ares shouted angrily. This is what ruined everything, it was a good ambush attack, but now, it has evolved into a deep dilemma for everyone.

As soon as Gianna raised her hand, the exquisite portrait instantly turned into a scorching flame and fell off the wall. And outside the study, there was also the sound of countless zombie limbs colliding, and the gate was smashed by a huge crypt demon!