Night has descended on Azeroth, and even the continent, which is shrouded in ice and snow all day long, cannot resist Elune's might. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoMs. Bai cast the white moonlight through the scattered clouds in the sky onto this plain.

Warsong Farm, a colony founded by the Horde in Northrend, has long since been destroyed by the minions of the Scourge Legion. Broken houses, crumbling flags, crumbling watchtowers, in the darkness, a pair of blood-colored eyes hovered near the ruined house. Through the moonlight, we can clearly see the owner of the pair of blood-colored eyes, which is a pig with black fur.

With dry skin and dry fur, under the influence of the plague, these undead pigs who have recovered from death are no longer just captive domestic animals as they used to be. The plague flowed through their dead bodies, and over time, the plague twisted and transformed these otherwise docile creatures, which had grown a full circle in size compared to when they were alive, and of course became ferocious and terrifying.

An undead pig in the moonlight, separated from his compatriots, is of course quite common. These plague-turned undead animals, after eating all the fresh flesh that could be eaten, were confined to the land by psychics as cannon fodder against the Horde's approaching crusades. Although the range of movement is limited, the thirst for flesh and blood has been engraved in the rotting shells of these mutated creatures.

Now, the undead pig smelled something different in the air. It was the smell of blood, and following the smell, the undead pig left his people and walked alone to a broken house. It was a pitch-black house burned by flames, and the collapsed beams smashed into the center of the house. Scattered furs and blankets were left here, and the undead pig walked in, making his way to a dead corner made of stones and wood.

Fresh smell of blood......

The undead pig spotted its target, a black figure lying in a corner, with the smell of fresh blood flowing from it. The undead pig opened its mouth full of saliva and swooped down on the dark figure lying in the corner.

Then it fell to the ground.

A razor-sharp sword, carrying a cold wind far colder than Northrend's, reached out of the dark corner and cut it off. The cold wind turned into extreme frost and poured down the blade of the sword onto the body of the undead pig. The undead pig that fell to the ground, its corpse, the foul-smelling blood from its corpse, and the flesh moths of the white flowers in its body, were covered in frost.

"It's not a good idea to stay here too long, Shadow Agent." In the darkness, a figure stepped forward, holding the sword that had severed the undead, and spoke to the shadow standing in front of another man who had fallen to the ground.

"Don't worry, Your Excellen......cy," the Shadow Head replied without replying, "It's going to be fine soon, trust our interrogation skills, and we can do what MI7 in Stormwind can do......"

"Canarius...... Please hurry up......"

"I don't have that much time to spend here helping you deal with these Cursed Cultists."

"Rest assured, rest assured...... Lord Belmont. "Shadow, no, Shadow Agent Canarius bent down and said to the man who had fallen in the corner, "Cursed cultist, my current boss's patience is running out, do you know what you're going to say?" ”

“...... Ahem......" The cursed cultist coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his whole body trembled, and his face twisted under the hood. The poor psychic, a cursed cultist, was imprisoned from all his mana before his limbs were broken and an unknown poison was prescribed by the shadow agent. And this poison is not used to kill, but to torture people.

The psychic had been tormented by the sharp pain of the poison for a whole afternoon. But he was gagged by the shadow agent, and he couldn't even let out a scream, until now.

"Killed...... Kill ...... Kill me......" the psychic said indistinctly.

"Oh, of course poor worm, but you have to answer my question first." Cornarius stared at the psychic's distorted face tormented by severe pain, and asked, "How did you get into the farm, and why did you do it?" What other tricks do you have? ”

"Also, how did they manage to make so many distortions in such a short period of time," Belmont said abruptly from behind? ”

"Oh yes yes...... Did you hear my boss? How did you come up with these monsters? Canalius pulled out the dagger that hung from his waist and stroked the blade as he said to the psychic, "As long as you answer our questions, I will grant you the liberation you have longed for for hours......"

"Ahem...... We... We infiltrated by disguised as merchants and captured pirates...... Through those goblins," the psychic said, coughing, "our goal...... It's contaminating the food here... Sent to Warsong Fortress...... Ahem...... But it was recognized......"

"What else?" Canarius asked, "How did you create so many monsters in such a short period of time?" ”

"Yes, it's Varedos...... Ahem...... He was holding an unknown artifact in his hand...... Which instrument to use. Ahem, you can directly convert the aberration...... No need to spend time making ......"

"Oh...... Ritual weapons? What kind of ritual weapon? Canarius narrowed his eyes and asked curiously, "A powerful magical item, isn't it?" ”

"Yes...... Yes...... I said, let me ...... Extrication! ”

"Well, since you want to be liberated, then I will fulfill you!" Belmont walked up to the psychic, crouched down, and pressed his right hand on his head. "However, I would like to verify the accuracy of the message......"

【Soulharvest】

"Ah...... Hmm...... psychic's face twisted even more, and a terrifying magic was violently draining his soul and tearing it out of his body. The pain in his soul caused him to scream, but before he could speak, the shadow agent on the side directly stuffed a piece of wood into his mouth, blocking the cry of pain, leaving only a whining cry.

Soon, the whining psychic's body twitched, his pupils spread, and he was motionless, his neck crooked to the side, and he lost all his breath of life.

"Your Excellency, I have to say that you are much stronger than these poor worms in the use of these evil magics!" Canarius watched Belmont violently pull out the psychic's soul, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said, "Even if this bug is the so-called psychic lord......

"If it had been ten years ago, I would have been the same as this worm in your mouth!" After pulling out the psychic's soul and getting the desired message from the soul. Belmont crushed the soul in his right hand. "The world has changed since the door of darkness was opened, and an era of bastards has long arrived, and whoever has the big fist in the future will be the winner of the truth."

"Hey......." Canarius chuckled under his breath. Yes...... So, thank you for your help, Your Excellency, if it weren't for your help, I would have to be behind this psychic lord and find a chance to do it......"

“...... It doesn't matter, bring all the information you find back to Ixir...... Before I came, I told him to take charge of cleaning up the undead here, and told them to be careful. Belmont waved his hand, signaling that Canalius could leave.

"Yes, Your Excellency, but won't you go back to camp?"

"No, tonight, I'll go straight to the source." Belmont looked up at the White Lady in the sky and said, "I don't have time to stay here and hang out with some of the Cursed Cultists...... I'm going to let the bosses of these cultists go straight to hell tonight......"