In the distance, above the ruined watchtower, an eye blinded in shadows stared incredulously at the distorted landscape in front of them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info A forsaken man, hiding behind a wooden fence on a watchtower, watching from afar what was happening in the fields.

"What's that, what's that disgusting?" The Forsaken muttered to himself, "Is the Lich King's new trick?" Or is it a mutation of a plague? ”

"No, I can't stay here."

"Gotta tell the others that it's too weird here......"

The Forsaken's withered hands were on the bars, looking out at the eerie scenery of the fields in the distance. He is a member of the Gatley, the Forsaken and the Shadow Agent, who has followed his trail to the farmland northwest of the farm since he arrived at the fallen Warsong Farm. And then here, he found the mad necromancer, and the shaky cocoons that grew in the fields.

He had been here for a whole day, keeping an eye on the necromancer who seemed to be mentally abnormal, until after Lady Bai ascended to the sky, a group of psychics arrived. With his experience, the Gatley immediately noticed the strangeness of these cursed cultists, and these cursed cultists looked like the walking dead one after another.

It's been controlled!

The Shadow Agent immediately made a judgment, and then he became more cautious. With the advantage of the Forsaken, he hides motionless on the watchtower like a dead man, waiting for the follow-up development. It wasn't until the scene just now that the shadow agent felt more and more that something was wrong. The necromancer didn't know what to do here, but it wasn't going to be a good thing.

Moreover, the Gatley did not expect him to be able to destroy the necromancer's plot alone, let alone the obviously unusual necromancer and his monsters still in the cocoon. So, after seeing those cursed cultists being fed the monsters in the cocoons, the shadow agents immediately made plans to retreat.

Gatley moved his hands and feet, and gently moved away from the edge of the bar. Although the watchtower was some distance away, Gatley thought it better to be careful, he didn't know if the weird-looking necromancer had any other means. Leaving the wooden fence, Gatley subconsciously set his eyes on the field for the last time......

Suddenly, the Shadow Agent's eyes shrank. In Gatley's eyes, the mad necromancer was now returning home, looking at the watchtower.

Illusion? Or, was discovered?

The Gatley froze in place, his black leather armor allowing him to hide in the night, blending in with the darkness. Logically speaking, as long as he doesn't move, then no one should be able to tell from the darkness. But for some reason, Gatley felt like he had been discovered.

That's impossible!

In his heart, Gatley kept himself motionless. Hoping to fool the necromancer's gaze, however, the next moment, the heart of the Gatley, the shadow agent, sank to the bottom. Then, without hesitation, the shadow agent jumped straight from the watchtower, fell to one knee and smashed to the ground.

The moment the Shadow Agent jumped down, Varedos raised his staff, and a dark purple stream of light shot out of the crystal ball on his staff, slashing across the dark night sky and bombarding the watchtower, shattering the upper body of the watchtower.

"Damn it!" The Gatley cursed, and he was almost blown to pieces by that terrible spell. The magic that contained the terrifying power of the Shadow, once applied to him, the Shadow Agent swore that he would not have a single intact bone left.

Ignoring the flying wooden blocks on his body, the Gatley dodged away from the spot as soon as he hit the ground, and the watchtower, which had been hit by the magic, tilted down and collapsed towards where the Gatley was.

Deftly dodging the collapsed watchtower, the Shadow Agent immediately ran southeast, where the temporary camp of their team was to return and warn the others that the necromancer was more powerful than he could have imagined. Even if their leader was a Death Knight who belonged to the Knights of the Black Blade, the Gatley didn't think they could fight it.

However, before Gatley could get any far, he suddenly sank and fell to the ground. A sudden, sharp pain tore through the shadow agent's body, causing him to scream.

"Ahhhhh......h An evil magic invaded his body at some point and began to torment his body and soul. At the same time, a dark, evil consciousness invaded his consciousness.

Ahh

A cold voice echoed in the shadow agent's mind.

“...... Ahhhh......h Get out, my ..... Brain," Gatley clutched his head and yelled, "Get out of here......"

Hey hey..... Is it, pathetic undead......

"Ahhhhh!!!!!h Gatley screamed, feeling as if his soul had been torn apart by something. He rolled on the ground in agony as he writhed in pain as he writhed on the ground in pain as an inexplicable whisper persuaded him to surrender to the will that had invaded his consciousness.

“...... Get out of here, get out of here, necromancer! Gatley shouted, "I won't, surrender to ...... You, I won't, huh..... I'm not going to be a puppet again! ”

You can't help it, poor undead......

The Gatley felt the consciousness burst open layer by layer, peeling away his will, digging the tentacles of evil deep into his consciousness. The echoing whisper grew louder and louder, and soon Gatley felt a blur in front of him, his own resistance getting weaker and weaker, and if he continued like this, he would soon lose his freedom again.

"Don't you want to succeed!" Gritting his teeth, Gatley stood up hideously. "I, Gatley, am the Shadow Agent of the Undercity...... I am loyal only, Queen of Darkness....... I owe only allegiance to the Banshee King, Sylvanas!!!!! ”

"Get out of !!"

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What the......

Gatley fainted and collapsed to the ground. The shadow agent held the ground with one hand and gasped for air, and in the nick of time, the Gatley finally forced his way out of control and banished the necromancer's consciousness from his head.

"Darkness... Blessed by the Queen of Darkness...... Ahem...... "Gatley stood up with his weak, painful body. Staggering, he walked with difficulty in the direction of the camp: "I...... I have to ...... I need to get back to camp...... Me, I need ...... Done, Mission! ”

......

Varedos grimaced, staring in the direction the Shadow Agent fled. He didn't expect that a mere forsaken could break free from his control spell.

Hum!

With a cold snort, Varedos raised his staff and slammed it towards the ground.

Crash!!!

Roar!

The two closest cocoons to him suddenly exploded, and distorted bodies with several tentacles on both ends walked out of the shattered cocoons. There was a roar.

"Kill that ant!" Varedos pointed in the direction of the shadow agent's escape, and the two distorted heads flowed with sticky saliva, roaring angrily, and darting towards the darkness.