"Evil undead, you deserve to go to hell!"

The hymn sounded, melting the snow and ice and piercing the dark halls. Ares stretched out his left hand, which was not holding a sword, and a ball of light burst out from his palm, forming a holy curtain of light, and in a strong halo, the banshee let out a painful wail.

Their ethereal figures burned, the holy light tearing through the shadows, and in the dark study, the holy light illuminated everything. In a burst of miserable wails, the four undead banshees surrounding Ares were all burned by the holy fury!

However, when the light dissipated, Ares found that Gadin, the dean of darkness who had just stood on the platform, had disappeared without a trace.

"Coward!"

Ares yelled. And dragged his tired body forward.

He must have gone into hiding, and he must be killed for this fight to end! Ares encouraged himself inwardly.

Downstairs, Tyran and Gianna were still desperately fending off the undead moiety, and Ares knew he had to hurry. Otherwise, they won't last long!

Kicking open the door of the platform on the second floor, a wide corridor with endless darkness appeared in front of him.

And Dean Gardin sat at the end of the corridor, where it was...... Laboratory!

Ariston understood. This necromancer, trying to lure himself here, and then, throwing his horrible experiments into battle, is here, tearing himself apart.

There was an uneasy roar in the air.

But whatever that is, Ares must also rush......

The corridor was not long, and Ares felt as if he had been running for a long time, and the Dean of Darkness sat on the stone bench with a strange expression.

Immediately after, the ground trembled. There was a sound in the air of countless tentacles stepping on the ground.

Bugger......

Yes, the next moment, around the darkness, countless undead spiders appeared!

"Valiant Great Lord, I have sent in reinforcements. You know, it's only going to take a moment, and you can't fight me. Even if you own that sword......"

!

Before Dean Gardin could finish his sentence, he was instigated back by Ares's strange language. He looked at Ares with a confused expression, not understanding that the short word meant Shenma......

But it didn't matter, countless Scourge Spiders pounced on Ares......

It was so close, but it couldn't reach it, Ares could even see the dark dean's sinister expression, but he was not a hunter or a mage, and the swarms of undead spiders stood in front of him, surrounding him, and the fallen Ember Messenger fought hard, but still couldn't move forward half a step. For every spider killed, countless spiders will make up for it......

The green flames burned and burned, like the wrath of Ares, pouring out on these annoying undead spiders.

But gradually, my strength began to run out. A spider pounced on Ares and bit Ares' calf, and the shin guards could not stop the bite of these beasts, which were variants researched by necromancers and were more aggressive.

Ares nearly fell to his knees in pain, and then the greatsword pierced through the black-bellied spider, throwing it into the swarm......

"Give up your resistance, High Lord, and you'll be another of the Lich King's right-hand men......"

The voice of the Dean of Darkness rang in his ears.

However, just as Ares was about to run out of strength, all the surrounding undead spiders suddenly stopped attacking...... They froze on the ground, and then, like the tide of darkness receding, they faded into the dark laboratory!

The dark dean in front of him suddenly looked frightened, and the energy in his body seemed to be drained, and he sat on the chair deadly, unable to move.

"No...... What's going on......"

Gardin struggled, spitting a few stiff words out of his dry throat. Now, it was his turn to die and struggle.

Although the sight in front of Ares was shocked, the necromancer had to be killed first, either way. His teammates are still fighting bloodily outside......

Dragging his tired, scarred body, Ares limped over to the Dean of Darkness.

That's enough distance to send the greatsword into his chest. Yes, he's too close...... Barely thinking about it, Ares picked up his greatsword and stabbed it into the chest of the Dean of Darkness. The dying heart finally stopped beating.

Black blood spurted from Dean Gardin's chest and smeared on the blade of the sword, dripping and dripping.

"Gianna!"

Ares suddenly remembered that his lover and comrades-in-arms were still fighting in the dean's study.

But when Ares ran out of the lab a few minutes later, he saw a different picture. In the dean's study, there are scattered the broken corpses of the undead zombies, Gianna is fine, Tyran is fine, everyone is fine, and those undead and zombies are all gone!

"Ares!"

Gianna looked up and shouted happily. She stepped on the mangled corpse on the steps and trotted towards Ares.

"Are you alright?"

Grabbing Gianna's small hand, Ares said worriedly. But the beautiful mage in front of her was obviously not injured at all, but her face was stained and her body was a little tired.

"It's okay......"

She hugged Ares and was excited like a child.

"What's going on?"

After some intimacy, Ares was helped down the stairs.

All those who were still able to stand up stood up and cast their eyes on them.

"We didn't know that just now, just when we were desperate, all the undead zombies suddenly fell down and turned into real corpses."

Drum replied sweatingly. Confusion pervades everyone's mind.

"I guess it was our Assassin Corps that killed the Lich."

At this moment, the Forsaken came up covered in blood and spoke.

“？”

Ares looked surprised.

"As we said before, the soldiers will be divided into two ways, my companions, who will be responsible for killing the Lich Frostword, and you, who will be responsible for killing the Dark Dean. And the power of the Dark Dean actually comes from the lich, and all the undead here are under its control. The only explanation for this is that the Assassins killed the Lich, causing all the undead in the Psychic Academy to lose their Leader. ”

The Forsaken Assassin said, stabbing the dagger at his waist. He looked at the human in front of him with a little pride. They use their strength to prove that they also have the meaning of existence in this world.

And his statement, Ares is indeed somewhat convincing. In Azeroth, the Lich are undead through and through, they have their own abilities to control the undead, and all undead creatures become extremely aggressive under their control. This is the same as the death knight Arthas, who was given some power by the Lich King, giving him the ability to manipulate the undead. Then, once the lich dies, the undead manipulated by it are also liberated.

This seems to be the only explanation for the situation just now......