Nighttown, once the front line and material transit point of the Stormwind Kingdom's resistance to the orc invasion, has had a fierce battle here. Both orcs and humans have shed a lot of blood in this town. With the failure of the orcs to attack Stormwind City and the strategic contraction and abandonment of this place, the advance team of the Stormwind Kingdom did not enter in time, and now Night Town is desolate and uninhabited.

The living are gone, but those who die here are not.

There is no suppression of the breath of the living, but in just two days, Night Town has undergone a big change.

Because the troops advanced too fast after the outbreak of the war, the orcs did not put too much thought into the disposal of the corpses on the battlefield, and they all found a nearby place to hastily dig a pit and bury it. Due to the stubborn resistance of the human army during the attack on Night Town, the orcs suffered heavy casualties, and there were too many people killed in the battle between the two sides, and there were graves everywhere around Night Town.

These graves were dug up carelessly, and the burial of the bodies was even more sloppy - a symbolic cover of the earth was done, and many graves could see part of the exposed body of the tomb owner.

A large number of corpses were not properly disposed of, and if a plague was caused at most in a world with complete laws, the consequences would be much worse in Azeroth.

On the night of the orc's evacuation, dry hands burst out of the graveyard outside Nighttown, and rotten, half-decomposed corpses staggered to their feet.

It is clear that this is a large-scale corpse mutiny.

The corpses that had already died regained the ability to move, these corpses were orcs, and there were also humans, and the two who fought to the death forgot their memories, leaving only the most basic instincts of the undead, they wandered in groups, wandering aimlessly beside their own graveyards, and forcibly turned Night Town into a habitat for the undead in half a day.

"The preliminary estimate is that the number of undead in Night Town is about five thousand, and there is no strong existence here, with our strength, we don't have any scruples at all, just kill them all and arrest them all."

In the forest outside Nighttown, a team of necromancers quickly approached Nighttown under the cover of trees. Their movements are so fast that ordinary people may not be able to keep up with the speed of a hundred meters, but there is silence in the process, and if you don't see them, you wouldn't have thought that there would be a force of thousands of people going on here.

A necromancer reached out and grabbed a handful in the air, and a green eyeball with invisibility was pinched in his hand, it was the Warlock's Scout Eye, Kilrog's Eye, which transmits everything it sees to the caster and shares its vision with the caster.

"How big can 5,000 trash fish be?"

Surprisingly, there is a human man in armor among the necromancers, and judging by the necromancers' attitude towards him, this man has the command of this warlock legion.

Sloanan spat out a mouthful of saliva, thanks to the fierce fight in Nighttown, he thought that he could make a lot of money here, but he never thought that there were only five thousand undead in Nighttown, which was far from his expectations. This time, he led the warlock army out to capture the undead for five days, and the harvest so far is more than 4,000, even if you add the 5,000 undead in Night Town, the total is less than 10,000. How could Sloane, who regarded himself as Ainan's butler, not understand the problems that his master needed to solve at the moment, the underworld had just opened up, and a large number of people were needed, so such a small number was only a drop in the bucket.

Seeing Sloane's brows furrowed, a necromancer pointed in the direction of the orc's retreat: "Do you want to chase after it, with our strength, even if we can't completely destroy the group of orcs who have lost the battle, it will be no problem to kill most of them, and we will be able to get more souls when the time comes." ”

The necromancer said that Sloan didn't understand that the orcs who lost the battle in Stormwind City were seriously injured by the chieftain and the great shaman of the clan, and one was even in a coma, and the fighting spirit of the orcs who had lost their backbone was mostly reduced, and it was definitely a slaughter without suspense to be caught up by the warlock army.

If Sloanan is not moved, it is that he is lying to himself, but when he set off, Ainan's words were still in his ears, and after thinking for a while, Sloanan could only press the tempting idea that was about to move, and turned to the necromancers and said: "The adults only let us catch the dead on this trip, and did not tell us to kill the living, and we are not allowed to act rashly, so as not to ruin the master's plan." ”

Sloan had all moved out of Ainan, and what else could the necromancers do, they worked in groups of three, five in teams, and began to act separately. At this time, the tacit understanding of the necromancers was revealed, and without any communication, some of the warlocks rushed around the edge of Night Town in the dense forest, and soon arranged two blockade lines on the periphery of Night Town, and the rest of the warlocks directly entered Night Town, where soon there were fluctuations in magic and the occasional howl of the undead.

The strength of the newly-born undead is weak, an ordinary adult man can fight it alone, and their opponents, the necromancers of Karazan, are all old ghosts, and they are constantly sharpened in the battle with the demons, and their combat power is stronger than that of the newborn undead. Purple magic rays came out of the warlock's hand, and after hitting the soul hidden in the body of the undead, it took two or three breaths to extract the soul of the undead and turn it into a soul crystal and put it in his storage bag.

There is no more suitable class than a warlock to capture the formless and insubstantial soul, and who allows the warlock to have the spell of soul draining.

In just half an hour, none of the undead in Night Town could escape, and the coefficient turned into soul crystals, and they finally had only one destination, that is, to be sent to the underworld.

The necromancers who swept away Night Town didn't stop, and Sloane led them straight to their next destination.

Their figures disappeared into the dense forest for a full quarter of an hour, and two large trees outside the town of Night exploded from them, and two burly figures jumped out, which were two tall orcs.

What are these undead who can do with spells collecting souls in a big way? What forces do they belong to, and what are they planning?

One of the two orcs was carrying a battle axe, the other was carrying a war hammer, the orc with the war hammer was thinking, and the orc with the battle axe was venting in the direction of the necromancer leaving: "Disgusting bones, one day I will break you all to pieces." ”

After venting a sentence, the orc with the tomahawk on his back asked his companion, "Damn, if you hadn't asked me out, I wouldn't have encountered such a thing." Orgrimmar, you have something to say. ”

Awakened from his musings by his companion's words, Orgrimmar stated his purpose: "This is far enough from the base camp that the minions of Gul'dan will not know what we are talking about. I'm going to hear the truth, Grom, and if I take out the Black Hand, will you fight me for the position of chief? ”

Grom didn't speak, just took the tomahawk from his back in his hand.

"Well, before we can challenge the black hand, we're going to have to fight."