Two days have passed since Whitemane agreed to become the chaplain of Ivor's troops, and the shocking battle that took place on the far side has not affected the Eastern Kingdom, and they are still living in dire straits. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On this day, it was finally the day when Ivor led the army to leave, and Whitemayne also became the chaplain of this army as promised, riding a docile little mare, and the heroic and beautiful Whitemayne was definitely the most beautiful scenery of the entire army.

They were going through the tall Alterac Valley into the Plaguelands, and from some gossip, Whitemane was so happy that she knew that Renault and Darien were fighting there, and she never broke her smile.

"It's fun to meet Renault, right?" Ivor's voice interrupted Whitemayne's smile, only to see that he showed a hint of loneliness just right, Ivor was already that kind of melancholy temperament, and that moment was even more heartbreaking.

"Huh? That'...... not exactly like that" Whitemayne panicked a little, after these few days of getting along, how could she not understand Ivher's love for her? In all fairness, this gentle, powerful and aristocratic captain is definitely a very good object worth entrusting with for a lifetime, but she can't agree, she already has Renault, she firmly believes in her love, so refusal is inevitable, but the kind Whitemane doesn't want to make Ivor sad, and has always wanted to find a suitable time to refuse him tactfully.

"Needless to say, I understand......" Ivan smiled reluctantly, and continued on his way.

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In the Plaguelands, the tide is moving in the Alliance's favor, and the Coalition forces, led by the old King Magni, have purged the vast majority of the undead in the Hillsbrad Hills and are currently in a stalemate with the undead of Keldaron.

As an island in a lake, Keldaron is strategically located, where the nest of the Cursed Sect was established, and after the Lich King lost control of the undead, Gardin, as one of the strongest psychic mages, deservedly gained control of the vast majority of the undead in the Plaguelands, and was the most stubborn and powerful force in the entire Plaguelands.

Breaking free from Naozu's grasp, Gardin's ambitions are growing, and he is no longer willing to be subservient to others again, with all signs that he wants to become another Lich King.

He ordered his men to constantly modify the plague, and created large numbers of blood and bone golems, plague dogs, and giant bats carrying the plague.

These ever-evolving plagues caused headaches for the apothecaries of Dalaran and exhausted many of the clergy, and their sheer numbers and stable location made it difficult for a commander like Magni with a large number of aircraft and tanks to handle.

It would take four years for the future psychic academy to be slain by the powerful adventurers of the Stormwind Kingdom and the Forsaken who were not afraid of the plague, and only then did Gadin and his men be killed.

But the trajectory of history has changed, and under the fan of Zhang Li's big falling moth, everything has been decidedly different.

Some strange undead stepped into Keldaron, in fact, they looked no different from the other undead, they were all rotten flesh hanging from the bone rack, and there were maggots wriggling in the flesh, the only difference was that their eyes were more agile, and unlike the stupid undead, they seemed to have their own minds.

They mingled with the silly undead and entered the castle of Keldaron......

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Whitemane and his party walked on the main road, this is the smoothest road, there are many refugees and troops passing through here, under the leadership of Magni, there are basically no undead here, most of the undead who invaded here have been taken to Kalimdor by demons, a few who did not leave were killed, only two or three kittens hid in the forest, but they couldn't set off any storms.

Along the way, Whitemayne saw too many refugees, who had lost their homes, and had to go with the flow, either to the official concentration camps, or to some areas dominated by wild beasts, and to feed on the sky, most of the people looked sluggish, apathetic, and plagued by hunger, even if some people went forward in groups, they did not say a word, because no one knew if any of these people were infected.

At this moment, a scrawny refugee pounced on an old man, and his emaciated body erupted with terrible force, constantly tearing at the old man, biting him to death and devouring him alive.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the dead old man's eyes showed a look of relief.

The people around him had already seen the surprise, and took advantage of the moment when the madman devoured the old man's corpse, and left with a smoke, without thinking about it at all.

Whitemayne naturally saw it in her eyes, she didn't know how many times she had seen such a thing along the way, originally she would kill those ghouls in anger, but now she was used to it, only there was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"Kill it." Ivor gave the order, as a soldier of the kingdom, what others could not care, he could not ignore.

So the soldiers went into action, and they surrounded the poor man, who had become a ghoul, and easily took his life.

Perhaps too hungry, the ghouls ate until the last moment, without resisting at all, their bodies were incinerated, and the flames were the best weapon of the essence evil.

"May their souls rest in peace......"

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Beneath the castle of Keldaron, the Cult of the Damned has turned it into a labyrinth, where spirits, living and dead, come and go every day, countless corpses are brought in, countless flesh golems come out of here, and this is an arsenal, but forged not steel, but flesh and soul.

The group of undead who had mixed in had already gone to the innermost part, this was the classroom of the psychic and the pharmacist, and they somewhere they got some of the apothecary's clothes, and it was not at all abrupt to mix in the classroom at this time.

Professor Serlin Kasdinov is lecturing, playing with a corpse and telling how to make and control the irrational undead, but this is not a beginner's course for psychicists, and many of his terms are difficult for outsiders to understand.

At this moment, the door behind him opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and looking honest walked in.

Serlin's teaching suddenly stopped: "Hello, Dean, I don't know why you interrupted my teaching?" He bowed very politely to the man, and from his words we could tell that he was Gadin.

"Ah, it's nothing, I just suddenly want to test your apprenticeship, how about I take over this class?" Gardin returned the salute very politely.

The dean's words were naturally unacceptable, and Serlin retreated obediently.

"So first of all, let's take the pharmacy test, this apprentice, you come up and make a bottle of version 3.32 of the potion." He pointed to a living psychic at the front and said.

Although this guy is still alive, because of the long-term separation with the dead, his skin is sickly white, and his whole body is dead.

After finishing, Gardin nodded appreciatively, and then said again: "Then let's test the spells to control the undead, you come." ”

Another psychic was ecstatic to go up and show off, and then one after the other, gradually it was the turn of the "newcomers".

"You, come and show me how to stitch flesh and blood." The man hesitated for a moment, but finally walked up.

There were two magic stitching needles the size of chopsticks and two pieces of rotten stinky meat on the dean's table, and he hesitantly picked up the two needles, and then ......

Swiftly stabbed at Gardin.

Gardin's body was severely wounded, a sight that shocked many of the apprentices, and as they were in the nick of Lambi, the man's companion leaped to his feet, drew his dagger from nowhere, and began to slaughter.

But just as a dagger was about to plunge into an apprentice's head, a sudden burst of ice froze the men to the ground.

"Les Frost?" A frozen man saw a lich behind him and was shocked as to why he was here.

"Ha-ha-haha!" Les Frost didn't speak, and Gardin started laughing.

As an undead, the two chopstick needles inserted into his chest could not hurt him: "Outsider, do you think I didn't find you?" Even when the Lich King lost control, I had anticipated that other undead would disobey my leadership, so I was prepared. As he spoke, he unleashed a sacrifice like the man in front of him, and the flames began to burn the souls of those in front of him, causing him great pain.

In addition to being a psychic master, Gardin is also a powerful warlock.

"Now, when your consciousness is burned, I will be glad to take control of your soul, and you and those behind you will be exposed to my eyes! Hahahaha! Gardin smirked.

"Don't think!" The person in agony in front of him suddenly burst out, and despite the pain of his soul being burned, he pulled out his dagger and stabbed Gardin.

But it was blocked by a dark shield.

"Dying struggle...... No! How can it be! Before Gardin could snort a little longer, he found that the dagger in front of him was emitting a fierce golden light, and his shield melted and shattered in front of this golden light, and then the dagger stabbed into his chest.

"Holy! Holy Light!? How can he ......" This time, his undead body could not save him, and with doubts, he passed away for a long time.

The crowd behind him suddenly broke the shackles, and all kinds of death spells were cast by them, and even Less Frost was pulled in front of someone by a dark spell, and the dagger pierced his body.

With great and unstoppable power, they killed all the psychic apprentices, and then walked to the undead who was still suffering from sacrifice.

"Your Royal Highness, how are you?" A tall guy picked him up and asked with concern.

"It's alright, Mr. Uthor, the Light will heal me......"

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"Ivor, you guys go, leave me alone." At the crossroads leading to Southsea Town, Ivor's forces confronted a group of soldiers, led by Finarin, who was smiling haughtily.

"No, Miss Sally, a true knight would not let a lady suffer." He rode his horse and walked up to Whitemane, confronting Finnarin.

"General, you'd better leave this matter alone, it's Mograine's family business." Finarine was very happy, she didn't expect the stupid Whitemayne to throw herself into the net, she was going to carry out Plan B, but when she heard the news that Whitemayne appeared on the main road, she immediately intercepted at the intersection with a large number of private soldiers, and really caught it.

"I don't care if it's a family matter or not, I just know that she is now the chaplain assigned to me by the king, and any action against her is tantamount to being an enemy of the kingdom!"