Chapter 275: Holy Water

"Holy water is priceless!" Afra immediately said coldly.

"The value of holy water is indeed incalculable, it may not be useful to ordinary people, but it is extremely important for the injured, in addition to being able to heal wounds as quickly as ordinary healing techniques, it can also greatly restore physical strength, allowing people to recover quickly as before, unlike the Holy Light Technique, which is just forcibly overdrawn to heal wounds temporarily." Agatha explained, and from the look on her face, she was also very concerned about the light.

Song Zheng may not care much about the rest, but after hearing the sentence that he can greatly recover his strength, he was shocked.

Almost all the skills of his current thief profession rely on consuming his physical strength to release, such as the killing feast skill once used almost all his physical strength, before he has been looking for the 'chrysanthemum tea' that can restore his physical strength, but he has not gained anything, but today he learned that the holy water has the function he wants.

"In that case...... Then let's go to the church and see if there is any holy water left. Song Zheng's heart was already ready to move, even more excited than Afra and Agatha.

The Church of Light in Stratholme occupies a large area in the northeast corner of the city, and there is a large square in front of the church, which used to be a place for the worshippers to pray, and the paladins used to practice here, but now it is only a mess, and even the floor of the square has long been stained red with blood.

Fortunately, the majestic church is still tall, but there are some burnt marks on the roof and walls.

"It's great that the church is still there!" Agatha cried out excitedly from afar.

This was the first time Song Zheng had seen her so gaffe, and it seemed that the Holy Light Church had an extremely high status in the hearts of the priests, even though she had already become a Shadow Priest.

However, at this moment, a gargoyle had already appeared in the sky...... The Undead Scourge has spotted someone attacking Stratholme!

Song Zheng looked up and couldn't help but change his face: "Oops, it seems that the reaction of the undead natural disaster is still extremely fast, those undead who went north are only one or two hundred miles away from us, and they will be able to rush back soon, we have to leave as soon as possible." ”

"But...... What about holy water? ”

"Hurry up and take it away." Song Zheng said that he had rushed into the church as soon as possible.

The church has long since lost its solemnity, the altars, tables and chairs have been destroyed, and there are even many strange-shaped corpses, but fortunately the interior of the church has not been affected by the fire.

"Where's the holy water?" Song Zheng anxiously asked Afra that he hadn't found any trace of holy water here.

"It's usually placed near the altar, maybe it was moved during the war, or maybe it was put down in the basement." Afra was also anxious, and immediately rushed to the basement with Song Zheng and the others.

Perhaps because of the coexistence of light and darkness, churches with grand shapes often hide gloomy basements, such as the Church of Light in the royal capital of Lordaeron, which even connected to the sewers of the city, becoming a gathering place for warlocks.

Everyone walked through the darkness for a while, and Afra, who led the way in front of them, heard a surprised voice: "It is indeed here, someone must have hidden all the holy water here during the chaos." ”

As a thief, Song Zheng's eyesight in the dark was not bad, and he immediately saw some bottles placed high and low in front of him, with different materials, including crystal bottles, metal bottles, and even ceramics.

However, some of the bottles containing the holy water have been broken, which is regrettable.

"Everybody pack up and leave Stratholme at once." Song Zheng said without hesitation, and began to stuff a few crystal bottles into his storage ring.

Seeing this, Agatha was also unequivocal, her hands did not stop, and she went directly to carry the largest ceramic bottles.

A total of forty or fifty bottles of holy water were quickly divided among the people, but when everyone returned to the ground, the attack of the undead scourge had already begun to become fierce, in addition to the more and more gargoyles in the air, there were also some faster undead on the ground rushed back.

"We've got to leave, and we're going to burn everything in this city." Song Zheng said, he could already imagine the anger of those necromancers at this moment.

Of course, it is definitely a major mistake to go out to attack the High Elves, resulting in the loss of Stratholme, and the future and fate of those necromancers who control Stratholme are worrying, and it is a question of whether they can see them in the future.

"Lord Baron, you take Catherine and them first, and I'll lead some warlocks here to break off." Agatha said with a charming look on her face.

"Are you taking someone to break off?" Song Zheng couldn't help but show surprise when he heard this, with Agatha's character, he would never be so active.

"Yes, our demons are not afraid of death anyway, and they are just used to stop those undead, and I have already asked people to arrange the demon portal, and when the time comes, they can directly send us outside the city." Agatha laughed.

"Well, be careful." Song Zheng didn't think too much about it, as for the demon portal, he would too, but its function still needs to be further studied and discovered.

He quickly turned away with some of the men, setting fire to everything he could burn along the way.

"I really didn't expect Stratholme to be completely burned by me like this......"

Looking back at the raging fire, the flames were almost covering the sky, and Song Zheng sighed in his heart.

In the history of Warcraft, Stratholme was slaughtered by Arthas, but soon after it was burned, Gianna returned to Stratholme to see the ruins of a fire.

Now in this real world, the rise of the undead scourge has changed a little, and the situation of Stratholme has also changed somewhat, but the final result seems to be the same, and it was ordered by Song Zheng himself to be burned.

"Is this what fate is called?" Song Zheng felt a little confused in his heart, but the order to burn Stratholme was undoubtedly correct at present.

"My lord, Agatha and the others took the initiative to stay in the city, most likely to go to the secret base of the warlocks in Stratholme." Catherine, who was still riding a fear horse with Song Zheng, whispered.

"Warlock's secret base?" Song Zheng couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he heard this, it was probably somewhat similar to the Church of Light, and most of them left something important, so that Agatha took the initiative to ask for a break regardless of the danger.