Dark, cold, with the stench of rotting corpses and blood wafting through the air, Naxxramas, much larger and disgusting than Ares had imagined. The blood of animals and humans flowed through the blood tank to every corner of the fortress, circulating like the nourishment and energy of the fortress, and finally the discarded sewage and blood water were discharged through the drainage canals, outside the fortress, and flowed down from the air.

Exiting the portal is a large circular lobby surrounded by heavily armed undead soldiers and a few Death Knights walking back and forth, patrolling.

Overhead is a stone dome, and the entire portal is located in the center of the lobby, which looks a little grandiose. The four walls of the circular lobby open up eight large corridors, and the light of the corridors is dim, and there is no end in sight. Ares guessed that the eight corridors led to different areas, some of which were insect zones, some of which were tectonic zones, where corpses were sewn, and some of which were presumably experimental zones, plague zones, or military zones. It's just that they have just arrived inside the fortress, and no one knows the specific structure and distribution of this fortress, so they can only follow these dark believers to keep moving forward.

The group of dark believers chanted the incantation as they lowered their heads and moved slowly. On both sides of the corridor are prisons. Ares could see the mutilated animals and human soldiers lying on the ground, undead soldiers collecting their stumps and severed arms and sending them to the slaughterhouse in the rear, where they were mended and made into abominations or some other monster. The blood flowed down the aqueducts around the prison and served as a source of energy to keep the fortress running.

It's incomprehensible that these human believers are willing to come in and follow the lich in such an evil fortress. These believers around them are really willing to give anything in order to get the power of darkness......

As we went deeper, the light in the corridor became more and more dim, and the smell of rot and blood in the air became more and more intense, almost unbearable, and from time to time there were a few heart-rending screams, and these believers seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and they walked numbly forward, and at the end of the corridor, there was a huge circular hall.

Here, on either side stood the Death Knights, and in the middle of the hall was a strange-looking lady, who seemed to be prostrate in front of her in the hundreds, and they knelt down before the queen as if they were worshipping gods, so let's call her for the time being.

Ares and Darion were also seated on one side, and it should be said that they bowed down, and all the worshippers who came here were to bow down before the queen. It's like a primitive religious ritual.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the entire hall, and the Death Knight on one side stood neatly, sticking his runic sword into the ground, waiting for the queen to perform a "sacred" sacrifice ceremony.

It wasn't until the last group of believers walked into the hall that the ceremony officially began.

"...... Farina"

The devotees began to shout the Queen's name, hoping that the Lich King would favor them. A terrifying ritual begins, and the sorceress Farina casts a strange spell on the statue on the throne. A black storm suddenly enveloped this group of believers, and around the main hall, countless terrifying ghost figures appeared, as if they were choosing their own believers, or their own sojourn bodies. The strange ghostly screams filled the hall.

A ghost glanced at Ares, who had come to float over to pick up the young, energetic body, but a sharp look from Ares scrambled it back...... It turned its gaze back on Darien, and was likewise intimidated by the vengeful paladin. Finally, in the chaotic hall, the living people, those believers are cruelly possessed by ghosts, and the witch Falina begins the most important part of the ritual, completely uniting these undead with reality.

I saw that she had a skeleton-like arm free, a wave of dark energy surging in the palm of her hand, and a believer in front of her was lifted into the air, the expression on his face became painful and distorted, and the blood on his body was being drained, and the believer convulsed and slowly suffocated...... Then, with a pop, he fell to the ground and became a pile of rotten meat.

The scene was silent, deathly silent, but soon, the dead believer began to move again, stretching out its bloodless arms and struggling to get up from the ground, he still had his own consciousness as before, only now, it was no different from the undead.

The believer tried to summon energy with his hand, and in the next second, another living believer was instantly sucked into his hand by him! Then, with just a simple action, the innocent believer's spine was instantly torn! There was a crack of bones cracking in the air!

However, the audience was boiling! There is no doubt that he was the first believer to gain access to the power of darkness, and it was this power that these people had traveled thousands of miles to pay for at the cost of death. Just as Kergassud went to Northrend and fell to his knees before the frozen throne, humanity's thirst for power and power distorts the mind and soul.

Darien's eyes widened as he stared at the scene in front of him, he was about to explode, it was the first time he had seen such a fallen human, such evil magic and rituals. However, Ares grabbed his hand.

"We are here to find the Ember Messenger and seek the truth, not to send us to death. See the guards here? There are only six of them, and I have no weapons, so I can't beat them. Find a way to escape and find Mograini, your dead father. ”

Ares grabbed Darian's hand and whispered. As the scene had been driven by the ritual, everyone was in a state of madness, and no one noticed the conversation in the corner.

However, the Death Knight on the side noticed. They were the guards of the hall, patrolling all the suspicious believers present, others were instigated by Farina's evil magic, and became irrational and fanatical, but these death knights did not, they remained calm, and a pair of cold eyes scanned everything present.

"Here they are."

Drum gave a low warning.

"Fighting?"

"Yes, there is no choice!"

Darien said, and the first one lifted his cloak and pounced on the Death Knight in front of him.

"In the name of the Light! You damned devils! ”

Darien shouted loudly, and a dazzling golden light burst from his fingertips. The Death Knight fell to the ground by the sudden attack, and before he could raise the rune sword in his hand, his body was scorched by the dazzling holy light. A puff of charred white smoke rose from its cold helmet, and its entire body fell to the ground, losing its dark power.

"There are assassins!"

The guards shouted, and the entire hall was in a mess......