…… Chapter 157: The Road of Two Men

"How much longer?"

A slightly hoarse, magnetic voice sounded faintly in the night of the Ghost Lands, and the voice was as cold as the eternal ice of Northrend, which made people shudder.

Prince Lordaeron, who was once admired by thousands of people, and now the sharpest blade under the Lich King, the death knight Arthas, patted the head of the "invincible" burning soul fire under his crotch, and asked impatiently.

It seems to feel the displeasure of the "master", the surface of the frost's sorrow is flooded with blue frost energy, and the strange runes engraved on the hideous sword light up one after another, as if they are going to choose people to devour in the next second!

"One more day to reach Taquilin, my master."

Compared with the cold voice of Alsace that was full of magnetism and majesty, the voice of the former High Elf archmage, the traitor Darkan, who "opened the door and offered the city", seemed a bit rigid and dull, lifeless.

Darkan, who had been transformed into a nuncromancer of the living dead by the strange power of Frost Sorrow, was draped in a black mage robe, with a broad hood pulled over his head to hide his pale, sickly face like carrion. I saw Darkan bow respectfully to Arthas, who was sitting on the "invincible", and then said:

"Tomorrow at midnight, we'll see the ruins of Taquelin."

"Tomorrow at midnight?"

Hearing the servant's answer, Kael'thas frowned slightly, his pale eyebrows twisted into a considerable arc, and his face was gloomy enough to squeeze out water.

"Humph! It's been too long! ”

The Death Knight Kael'thas snorted dissatisfiedly, sending tremors through the hearts of the Cursed cultists who followed him. The chill that seemed to freeze people made a group of cursed mages who still maintained their status as living beings subconsciously paced in a broken step to try to get away from their commander.

Perhaps it was the whispers and bewitchments of the Lich King that came from time to time in the frost sorrow in Arthas's hands; Maybe it's because the only remaining good thought in Arthas's soul is constantly struggling to resist, trying to redeem; Since killing his former mentor, Paladin Uther*, Lightbringer, the Death Knight Arthas's temper has become increasingly moody and elusive!

The Cultists of the Damned have discovered in a panic and despair that, as the commander and commander of the army of the dead, Arthas seems to be increasingly hating the living, even for those of them who are loyal to the Lich King but still retain their identity as the living!

Along the way, Arthas has given dozens of members of the Cult of the Damned "eternal life" for all sorts of vexatious and far-fetched reasons!

Especially after Darkan was transformed into a necromancer, this situation intensified! By now, the Death Knight Arthas seems to have been too lazy to disguise his hatred of the living, and he doesn't even need to think of any reason to make an excuse, as long as there is the slightest dissatisfaction, it seems that he will vent and "reward" a few cursed cultists!

If they could indeed gain great power and eternal life, the Cursed Cultists would not be so afraid! It's a big deal to die once, and from now on, give up the identity of the living and the feelings that only the living have, and give up all kinds of enjoyment such as wine, food, and beauty!

It's a pity that the "reward" of the Prince of Arthas looks more like venting anger and revenge......

The Death Knight, armed with the artifact Frost Sorrow, doesn't seem to have any intention of wasting any of his strength on them! He was only responsible for using the Frost Sorrow to slash the blade of the sword, passing through their bodies without hesitation, taking their lives with them. As for whether the "rewarded" is lucky to become a necromancer or a brainless zombie or ghoul after being resurrected by spiritism, it all depends on the individual's creation!

And the saddest thing is that there are very few "lucky people" who can really rely on their strength and luck to survive this level and become a necromancer! The vast majority of the "rewarded" parishioners have now become ugly and brainless walking corpses, the lowest and most inconspicuous cannon fodder in the army of the dead......

The Cultists of the Damned may have a fanatical pursuit of necromancy, but that doesn't mean they want to lose even the ability to think...... Become a pathetic creature dominated by low desires......

In contrast, the Cultists of the Damned would rather give up this "royal favor" and, when they have enough strength, choose the same difficult and dangerous Lich to advance...... Although they are also nine deaths, at least the latter can still prepare themselves......

The vast majority of Cursed Cultists are praying that this "reward" will not come to them or will come to them later, even if it is to give themselves a little more time to improve their strength! Cursed cultists who believe in the Lich King in order to gain power in a short period of time would rather spend a lot of time slowly ascertaining at this moment, which ...... It's an irony!

Unfortunately, the Prince of Arthas did not seem to have any intention of thinking about his servants......

"You're avoiding me? Are you hiding from your commanders? ”

The small actions of the cursed cultists naturally could not escape Arthas's eyes. A pair of cold and cruel eyes narrowed slightly, as if a cold inquiry from the Netherworld resounded faintly beside those cursed cultists who were in a cold sweat! And with the cold drink of the death knight, the "invincible" under the crotch also seemed to feel the anger of the master, and snorted violently, and two sparks of soul fire erupted from the nostrils of the huge skeleton skull!

With a single palm, Arthas snapped onto one of the most powerful cursed cultists and wrapped it tightly! In the next second, this guy who was held by the grip of death held the pulse of life was pulled in front of him by the strange and powerful death knight!

"Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of the king of Lordaeron, afraid of your monarch? Once again, Alsace's tone became more and more cold and frightening.

"No... No! Prince Alsace, no! His Majesty the King! I didn't... I didn't! The chosen hapless man almost cried out in fright under the terrifying momentum and coercion of the death knight Arthas, and shouted hysterically and incoherently with his mouth open.

"Good!" Arthas seemed pleased with the poor creature's answer, "Very well, my subjects! You certainly have no reason to fear me, I, Alsace-Mineshir, are as approachable as you know! Right? ”

"That's right! Right! You are the greatest and most merciful king! I am your most loyal subject! "The cursed mage who was put in Arthas's hand was like grasping a life-saving straw, and he hurriedly complimented the death knight's words." Maybe you got away with it? Watching the frost on Arthas's face slowly fade, the Cultist of the Damned thought with hope.

The next moment, however, hope turned to despair......

"What a faithful people, I am touched by your loyalty!" Drawing the corners of his mouth, Arthas smiled charmingly at the cursed mage in his hand, and said in a tone of light appreciation, which instantly sent chills down the cursed mage's back and his eyes glazed: "So, are you ready to accept the king's reward?" A reward for your loyalty! ”

"As you can see, I am a generous king! I will give you eternal life! ”

Looking condescendingly at the stunned and sluggish face of the cursed mage in his hand, Arthas said proudly, but the eyes of the death knight were full of banter and ridicule!

"Nope! No! Your Majesty, you can't! I....uh! ”

The cursed mage's shrill wails of terror stopped abruptly in the next second, like a hen whose neck had been torn off. Looking down at his chest, which had been pierced by Frost's Grief, the Cursed Cultist had lost his life without even saying a word, and had turned into a cold corpse, just a pair of eyes full of horror that were still dead!

Pulling back Frost Sorrow and tossing the body to the ground, Arthas pulled out a piece of blood-red demonic cloth to wipe the bloodstained Frost Sorrow from his hands. Looking coldly at the strange and twisted corpse that began to shake constantly on the ground, the death knight said with a cold and arrogant face:

"No one...... You can refuse me! No one!!! ”

No one knew that when he said this again, Arthas's heart ached as if he had been clung tightly, and a smiling figure crossed his mind, as if he were standing in his arms as if he had been standing in his arms, and said softly as water, "I will never refuse you, my prince!" ”

……

The body of the Cursed Cultist began to shake and twist violently, as if something was about to burst out. And almost in the next moment, the corpse's skin suddenly swelled and cracked, and the blood-red muscles and twisted earthworm-like blood vessels were directly exposed to the air! The back of the Cultist of the Damned began to bend, the muscles began to swell, and the hands and feet began to sharpen and sharpen, beginning to transform like the claws of a beast - a new ghoul was born!

The ghoul, who had lost his ability to think and was completely dependent on his eating instinct, seemed to stretch his new body in confusion, and then began to lick the flesh on the ground, which was still part of his body.

"Another piece of waste."

Glancing faintly at the ghoul, Arthas didn't see joy or sorrow on his face, but said indifferently, and then refocused his gaze on the cursed cultists who could not bear to witness such a tragic situation, forced to go to other countries, curled up in an attempt to avoid his gaze, as if he was looking for the next people worthy of "reward......

"Prince Arthas," just as the Cultists of the Damned were in despair, a voice in a strange tone suddenly came to mind, interrupting both the Death Knight and ...... Saved their lives. "It's time for us to speed up! The task assigned by His Majesty the Lich King needs to be completed by us to the best of our ability! We shouldn't waste time here! ”

Sitting on the back of the "invincible", Arthas slowly turned around, squinted his eyes slightly and stared at a hideous and ugly looking beetle-Anubrak, the former king of the Nibru people and now the lord of the crypt, Anubrak, and said coldly: "Are you teaching me, Anubrak?" ”

The Crypt Lord's ugly insect face didn't show any change in expression.

In the face of the Death Knight's questioning and the chilling momentum that came to his face, Anubarak, who was a hero-level master, didn't seem to care, but responded lightly: "I'm just fulfilling my duties as an adjutant, Prince Arthas!" His Majesty's will must be carried out! ”

"Humph!"

Faced with the attitude of the Crypt Lord, the Death Knight Arthas watched him quietly for a long time, clenching the right hand of Frost Sorrow and tightening it tightly, loosening and tightening, only then did he snort heavily, turned his horse's head and rushed to the front of the army of the undead.

"Throw away catapults, meat grinders, plague barrels, etc., and slow down in the rear! The Crypt Demon stays behind to escort supplies! The rest of the troops speed up their march! Before sunset tomorrow, I'm going to raze Taquelin to the ground! ”

Alsace held the Frost Sorrow high above his head and shouted at the hundreds of thousands of Scourge Spirits:

"In the name of frost sorrow!"

"Undead Scourge, Forward...... The land of ghosts at night should have been breezy and quiet, but under the invasion of the undead natural disaster, the prosperity and tranquility of the past have become a thing of yesterday......

A disgusting stench filled the air; There was a terrifying roar in my ears; The already slightly gloomy ghost land is even more unsettling at this moment...... The Kodo Beast cavalry, which had rushed all the way from the siege of Taquilin's natural disaster, was now running at high speed in this strange and gloomy environment.

The process of breaking out was lackluster.

Once raw, twice ripe.

For the Minotaur warriors who had the experience of storming the undead army for the first time and were familiar with the enemy's fighting methods, this breakthrough was definitely not intense.

The Crypt Demons, who posed the greatest threat to the Kodo Beast Cavalry, were all killed in the first encounter; The gargoyles that could threaten the "passengers" behind them have long since been lost; In the face of skeletons, brainless walking corpses, ghouls, and other undead cannon fodder who win by quantity but are not high in combat effectiveness, all the Khodo Beast Knights have to do is one thing, follow their leader, and then crush them all the way - rush! Rush! Rush!

Therefore, although it broke out of the encirclement of tens of thousands of evil and terrifying walking dead, it was too thrilling for those High Elves who rode on the Kodo Beast to fight against Kodomon, and it would even become a nightmare that woke up these High Elf civilians who had a peaceful life countless times in the middle of the night in the second half of their lives.

But for Old Tang and the Minotaur warriors, this breakthrough was just an ordinary battle that was not special among their countless fierce battles......

The old Tang and his party who broke through had already run straight to the north, and those undead natural disasters who were chasing after the breakthrough troops had already been thrown away by the footsteps of the Kodo Beasts! Old Tang took advantage of the bright moonlight to carefully compare the map in his hand, but his right hand habitually took out a hot sand consortium cigar from his pocket and held it in his mouth.

But just when Old Tang wanted to light the fire and take a big sip, he suddenly patted his head with some annoyance...... There was a "passenger" sitting behind him, but he couldn't teach a child badly......

But thinking of little Lori Salantia, Old Tang couldn't help but look back at the little girl's current state. But this look made Lao Tang stunned, and the next moment he couldn't help but crack the corners of his mouth and laugh unscrupulously.

Fearing that the bloody and terrifying scene would leave a shadow on Sarantia's weak mind, Don asked Lori to close her eyes and grab the saddle on the back of the brute horn before the battle.

But at this moment, I saw that Sarandia was still as Old Tang had explained, closing her eyes tightly, and holding on to the saddle of the brute's horn with a pair of small hands. Because of nervousness, that delicate little face was suffocated red, and her lips were pink together, which was cute.

Old Tang turned sideways, stretched out his giant palm and rubbed Sarantia's hair, and was about to open his mouth to comfort the little guy, but the little guy shouted in panic because of the sudden contact: "Ah! Yes! Don't eat me! Yes! Uncle help! ”

But even so, Sarandia still didn't open her eyes as Old Tang explained, but just stretched out a pair of small arms and smashed them on the "foreign object" above her head......

"Alright, Sarantia!" Old Tang patted the little guy's head lightly, and said softly with a smile in his eyes: "You can open your eyes, uncle has beaten all the monsters away!" ”

Hearing Old Tang's reassuring voice, Salantia secretly opened her eyes to reveal a small slit, carefully examining her surroundings. It wasn't until I finally found out that there were really no man-eating monsters around, and I breathed a long sigh of relief. patted his little chest in shock, and looked up at Old Tang with a look of adoration, and his eyes seemed to be full of little stars.

"Hey, uncle, you really drove the monsters away! You're so good, Mom and Dad can't beat them! The crisp children's voice should have made Old Tang's mood happy, but when he heard the little guy's words, Old Tang felt gloomy in his heart. The little one's parents died at the hands of the undead, and from now on, the little one is an orphan. In such a world where death and tragedy are staged every day, how can a lonely child survive......

"Damn the Scourge, damn the Lich King, damn it... World! Old Tang cursed indignantly in his heart.

"Uncle, can you teach me to fight monsters? In this way, I can be as good as you, and I can protect my mom and dad and other children! Sarandia is very obedient, and my uncle taught me that I can definitely learn well! Salantia stared at Old Tang with a hopeful face, but what she said made Old Tang feel even more uncomfortable.

Rubbing the little guy's head, Old Tang untied the "seat belt" that fixed Sarantia, hugged the little guy in front of him, and squeezed out a smiling face to coax the little guy:

"Uncle is a warrior! Girls aren't meant to be warriors! It's hard and tiring! And when I grow up, I won't like it with boys! When your uncle returns to Silvermoon City to look for you, will he introduce you to a powerful aunt to teach you, okay? Very powerful aunt! ”

"As good as your uncle?" Hearing Old Tang's words, the little guy believed it. The little face full of hope stared intently at Old Tang and waited for his answer.

"Well, it's as good as my uncle!" Old Tang gently pinched the little guy's pink face and said with a smile.

"Then let's pull the hook hook! Uncle promised me that he wouldn't play tricks! Salantia was like a little adult, putting on a strict look, but she couldn't hide the joy and excitement in the child's heart, stretched out a little hand to grab Old Tang's little thumb and shook it slightly.

"Hook your fingers, you don't talk like a puppy!"

"Hook your fingers, you don't talk like a puppy!"

The two hands, one big and one small, are tightly hooked together, accompanied by a crisp nursery rhyme, adding a glimmer of hope and peace to the original gloomy haze......

*JM