The catacombs of Karazhan are huge.

Sean didn't know who exactly this tomb was built for and who built it. The only thing he knew was that the tomb was very deep, very large, and very eerie.

If a little girl arrives here, I'm afraid she will be scared and faint at the first time.

When an adult man arrives here, he will also be scared to run out or die inside.

Sean and the others had just entered the tomb when they were surrounded by a large crowd of undead.

Merry Winterwind is a legendary necromancer, he doesn't even need to use his staff, a huge wave of death energy emanates from Merry's body, sweeping away in all directions, sweeping away all the undead who approach with the autumn wind.

Supporting the existence of the undead are soul energy and death energy, both of which are within the control of the necromancer.

Merry didn't even move, and the surrounding undead, whether they were ordinary undead or undead who had lived for decades and hundreds of years, were all killed by him, their souls shattered, and the death energy escaped, and then they were absorbed by Merry.

Necromancers manipulate souls and hold over death. Merry didn't enslave souls like the evil necromancers, but simply crushed those souls and absorbed the death energy from them, which ...... For necromancers, it is already considered mercy.

Broll followed, frowning involuntarily.

The druids believed in the way of nature, that natural magic is the magic of life, and that life and death are inherently opposed.

According to Brohl's ideas, although these spirits have been dead for many years, and have become a scourge here, endangering the living beings who come and go, they are after all enslaved and instructed by others. They should not just disappear, their souls should be soothed and liberated.

The necromancer's approach violated the Druid's teachings, but Brower couldn't say anything at all, because the other party was a necromancer, not a Druid, and it was impossible to abide by the Druid's teachings.

There was no way for him to do anything, the other party was a living legend, far ten times more powerful than himself.

Merry walked up front alone, and Brower didn't even get a chance to make a move.

There is no breath of life in the tomb, it seems to be insulated from life, and you can't even feel the power of the earth, because the walls and floor of the tomb are all artificial, and they have been shrouded in evil magic, isolating everything here from the outside world.

It's not someone doing it on purpose, it's Karazan's evil magical energy that spreads here. Wherever Karazan's evil magical energy spreads, Karazan is the only master.

Sean nodded secretly, determined that there was only one way to completely solve the problems of the Twilight Forest, the Headwind Trail, and even the Elwyn Forest and Red Ridge Mountain, and that was to purify Karazhan. And to do this, it is too difficult, even Merry, a legendary necromancer, may not be able to win.

"After the battle of Angela is over, we must ask Mr. Egwen to come here and solve the problems here once and for all." Sean was ready.

About fifteen minutes after entering the catacombs, they met the first Dark Knight.

It was a very powerful dark knight, riding a bone warhorse, wrapped in black armor, holding a black knight's sword in his hand, and the whole person, along with the whole horse, showed a black and gray style, which matched this tomb very well.

The Dark Knight seems to have been hiding in the corner for a long time, and it is clear that Sean and their entry have alarmed the enemies in the catacombs.

The Dark Knight gripped the Black Knight's sword and slashed at Merry.

The Dark Knight is about a high-level professional, fast and powerful. And there was evil magical energy haunting him in his body, which was the confluence of Karazan's evil energy in him.

The Dark Knights were originally transformed by Medivan with Karazan's evil magical energy, and in Karazan's domain, their strength will become stronger, because their attacks can bring the evil magical energy that permeates the air of Karazan.

Although the Dark Knight is only a high-level professional, this attack that he has been preparing for a long time is equivalent to the attack of an ordinary big warrior, both in terms of strength and speed.

Unfortunately, his enemy is Merry Winterwind.

The legendary necromancer stretched out his left hand like a chicken's claw, and the energy of death converged on the five fingers of his left hand.

Merry waved his hand lightly, and the death energy turned into a shield, and slammed into the knight's sword of the Dark Knight, smashing the knight's sword into the air, and the Dark Knight screamed, and the tiger's mouth was shattered.

Merry's left hand squeezed hard, and an illusory hand formed by death energy gripped the Dark Knight's neck and lifted him up. Then, with a click, the Dark Knight's neck was snapped, and then he was thrown aside and slammed to the ground.

Merry waved his hand again, and the evil magical energy that the bone horse relied on was dispelled, and the bone horse turned into bone fragments again, scattered all over the ground.

Sean's eyelids jumped.

The horror of the legendary necromancer terrified him.

He finally understood why almost all the mages in Azeroth rejected spiritism, and almost all mage organizations explicitly forbade the study of spiritism, because this kind of control over life was too powerful, too terrifying, and too palpitating and fearful.

In the hands of necromancers, life is so fragile and so easily manipulated by them.

Even a bystander, even knowing that Merry is not an evil necromancer, is a very bad feeling.

Merry is one of the few legendary powerhouses in Azeroth, he has a lot of experience and a long life, and even he has been infected by necromancy and has become indifferent to life and play with the undead.

It is conceivable that if an ordinary mage had learned spiritism and felt the power to hold the lives and souls of others in his hands at any time, would he be able to resist this temptation?

A hundred people, maybe not one person can resist.

After walking through a taste of the road, and after two corners, Sean and the others came to a huge burial chamber.

Strangely, there was not a single coffin in this huge catacomb. However, it is common to see a lot of white bones, and even in the corners of the tomb, there are piles of white bones, forming a mountain of white bones that is twice as tall as ordinary people.

A ray of light fell from above.

Sean looked up and saw that above the mountain of bones, there was a long passage that seemed to lead directly down from the ground.

Sean gasped.

Apparently, a large number of creatures have been thrown out of the passage and dropped into this burial chamber over countless years. Then, after years of corrosion and weathering, it became a pile of white bones.

Many of these white bones are obviously different from humans, some are larger and thicker, some are smaller and thinner, and more white bones are even different in shape.

There are old people, middle-aged people, young people, children, babies, goats, wild boars, wild bears, and all kinds of other creatures.

The Headwind Trail has been uninhabited by humans for hundreds of years, so where did these human bones come from?

Perhaps, this will become an eternal puzzle that no one can solve.