Pushing open the stone door, Ares and Drum's face is a large underground library. The library is very empty and secluded, surrounded by stone walls and neat rows of bookshelves. There are all kinds of books on it.

"I bet this must be the place where pharmacists do their experiments. Brother, find the book where he made the recipe, and we find the proof. Those potions are never a good thing. ”

Drumm said excitedly. He put down the axe in his hand and walked straight to the lab table.

"The Manual of Vivisection, the Theory of the Nopach Formula, the Report on the Feasibility of Limb Regeneration, damn it, it's all some kind of nonsense."

Drumm grabbed a few books on the table and flipped through them irritably. For a man from a soldier's background, flipping through these books is simply torture.

"Don't just open it, find the one we need, the one that records his experiments. Although these books are evil, they don't prove that Ron really did these things, and when we report him, he can fully justify it, it's just his bad taste, and he hasn't really put it into practice. ”

Seeing the "Report on the Feasibility of Limb Regeneration" on the table, Ares suddenly remembered that the trolls he saw on the way over were probably used by the pharmacist for this experiment. Trolls are born with a strong ability to heal themselves, while humans don't, and the pharmacist probably wants to extract their blood or other useful things for experimentation.

But that still doesn't mean he's a messenger of the plague of the dead. He could even justify that he had made the Crusaders so capable for the benefit of the Crusaders.

Walking through the rows of bookshelves, Ares' gaze rested on a heavy ancient book.

The book was beautifully packaged, and it was even trimmed and patterned with metal, and the heavy old book was held in your hand, giving it a real sense of weight.

"Seal the soul of the corpse master in the body of the corpse puppet, sew the toes together to form new soles, soak the bones softly, and the limbs together to form new arms, legs and feet......"

I'll go...... This is the abominable crafting book of the Scourge Legion. A feeling of nausea came from the bottom of my heart. It is painted with detailed anatomical color drawings. The heavy taste makes people can't bear to look at it directly, and only those crazy doctors have this hobby.

Ares turned the next page, dizzy in front of him.

It was as if the world in front of him was all blended together, and the bookshelves twisted like walls of water, until a terrifying and dark crypt gradually appeared in front of them, and as I had seen before, it was full of rotting corpses and spiders. But this time, Ares saw more. In the depths of the crypt were countless small chambers of dense crowding, in which the captive creatures were stuffed into the small chambers and used as nourishment and food for those spiders. The air was so hot that it was almost breathless.

"Ares! Ares, wake up! ”

At this moment, through a wall of air, Ares could faintly hear the call of a human. The voice was distant, but familiar.

Dreamland...... Illusion again! Ares reminded himself with her willpower, as if pulling a person out of a dream. Ares felt a pair of large hands tugging at him, tearing apart the gap between reality and dreams.

In the end, those big hands broke through the air wall of the illusion and pulled themselves out.

"Ares! That's an illusion! Hurry up and throw away the book in your hand! ”

Drumm said, kicking the ancient book from Ares' hand. The book immediately closed itself like a little devil and moved itself into the shadows with a shaking......

"What's that?"

"Dark spell, cursed, the living cannot turn it. Otherwise, you will be dragged into the illusion by the curse and will not wake up. You and I have been injected with drugs, and we are more likely to hallucinate than ordinary people. ”

Drumm said solemnly.

"I've found that lab notebook, and it proves what Ron has done here, he secretly turned some of the Scarlet Crusader warriors into undead soldiers. For his experiments. Now, let's go out and take it out. Everything fell into place. ”

Drumm said, tucking the pharmacist's lab manual into his arms.

"Brother, what's the sound?"

However, just as he was about to head out, a strange sound caught Drum's attention. This battle-hardened human uncle has the keen sense of hearing and smell of a hound. What he could feel must be something that could pose a danger to him.

However, Ares didn't hear any strange sounds. Maybe he has just come out of the illusion, and his sense of hearing and smell is not yet sensitive.

The next second, a wild roar came from the depths of the room.

Ares first saw a pair of yellow beast eyes, and then the unknown creature roared and pounced. I only felt a black shadow attack in front of me. Instinctively, Ares raised his shield to block. His body was knocked to the ground by the force of the impact.

A powerful bite and slap came from outside the shield.

Ares didn't even have time to scream, he just clung to his shield.

The beast's teeth almost pierced the iris's shield.

"Damn, this mad lich looks like it's been successful!"

Drumm said, picking up his axe and slamming it at the beast.

But the beast reached out nimbly and quickly jumped away from Ares. Pounced on the dram who was slashing at him. It was then that Ares realized that it was a two-headed dog, with two heads growing out of one body. Apparently, this freak became the watchdog of the pharmacist. It's just that why Ares wasn't discovered just now is unknown.

Drumm was pounced on by the vicious dog, and it was obvious that the wolfdog after the pharmacist's experiment had greatly increased its strength, which was not something that ordinary people could resist. Drumm was thrown to the ground, but the shield protected the beast from biting its teeth down his throat.

Moreover, the human uncle of Azeroth is not a waste, and Drum, a sergeant-level officer, can still fight vicious dogs.

Ares struggled to his feet, grabbed his dagger again, and stabbed the vicious dog.

At this time, the two-headed dog that was entangled with Drum didn't have time to break free, and was stabbed hard in the back, and with a whining scream, it jumped away from Drum, and at this time, its body was a little out of balance. There was blood on his feet.

"Damn beast!"

Drumm got up from the ground, then angrily picked up his axe and slashed at the apothecary's guard dog.

Perhaps wounded, feeling powerless to fight the two adult humans, the two-headed dog let out a low growl of resentment and turned his head and ran into the darkness......