…… Chapter 145 The Secret That Can't Be Said (II) (The Second Update: 5000+ Votes)

Lordaeron and Quel'Salas are not far apart.

He killed his mentor Uther* the Lightbringer, mercilessly slaughtered the robes of the Silver Hand, and desecrated the ashes of his father who was killed by his own hands...... After fulfilling the orders of his master, the Lich King, Arthas, the former prince of Lordaeron and now the Death Knight, finally set foot on the land of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas a week ago in two months.

During this time, Arthas and the Shadow of Kel'thugad conversed intensively, and gathered a staggering army of the dead.

The meat grinder followed in his footsteps from Andorhar eastward, passing through the small towns of Firestone Farm, Dalsuncone Farm and Gallon Farm, and crossing the Sodoril River into eastern Lordaeron. Plague dead are everywhere that have been resurrected, and a simple spiritual command can keep them on their heels like loyal dogs. It's also easy to take care of them...... They feed on dead bodies, and there are so many of them.

Victims of the plague, abominations stitched together with different corpses, ghosts of the dead. Alsace knew there would be these things on board. But another new alliance to his command surprised him at first, and then rejoiced.

He had first seen them halfway to Quel'Salas. From a distance, the ground seems to be moving on its own.

However, this is not the case.

That's some kind of animal. Are the cows and sheep that escaped from the corral while their owners were transforming into zombies? Isn't it the bears and wolves that come out to find carcasses to feed on? Just as the Death Knight pondered all possibilities, the next scene made Arthas's eyes widen in shock and disbelief, and he pulled out the powerful Frost Grief and clenched it in his hand!

They don't move like quadrupeds, but they skim over hills and meadows as quickly as they are.

"Spider!"

Death Knight Arthas muttered. With his whispers, the huge, grotesque spiders swarmed down the hillside, their purple and black bodies terrifying, many long legs swaying rapidly, crawling towards Arthas.

"These are the new troops that the Lich King gave to his favorite generals." Kel'thugad's voice rang out. The ghost seems to be only heard and seen by Arthas, with whom he has spoken a lot in the last two months, and has managed to sow the seeds of doubt in the heart of the Death Knight.

Not to suspect Kel'thugad himself, but to Tikdios, and the other demons.

"The Dreadlords can't be trusted." He kept saying this to Alsace. "They're the jailers who spy on the Lich King. I'll tell you all about it...... When I came back into this world. ”

"He sent me a ...... These things? What are they? Looking at his new troops, the Death Knight asked with interest:

"They were Nirubs." The ghost of Kel'thugad recalled, "Descendants of the ancient and proud Yaki Zerg. They are quite intelligent in their lifetime, and are dedicated to exterminating a creature that is not of their species. ”

"It's so cute! And then what? Accustomed to the hideous and abominative stench of ghouls, Arthas shuddered in disgust at the sight of these spider-like evil creatures.

"They were killed in the war against our lord and then resurrected by him as undead, including their king Anubarak. Now they come to your aid, Prince of Arthas! Fight for the glory of the Lich King, and for your glory! ”

The huge, terrifying-looking, ferocious and deadly Nibru Worms quickly joined the zombies and ghosts in a burst of screams. Among the gargoyles and abominations.

"Use the undead spider to attack the elves of Quel'Thalas." Arthas said to himself.

Whoever the Lich King really is, the Death Knight has to admit that this guy is really talented...... Shaking his head, Arthas shook the boundless thoughts out of his head.

The Death Knight discovers that since he pulls up the powerful Frost Grief, he has always been stuck in a jumble of memories, sometimes from his childhood frolicking with his father, sometimes with images of him gathering the undead and piecing together an army of the dead, and more often with disorganized and bizarre memories......

But now is not the time to worry about these things.

The reason why he did not hesitate to postpone his attack on the elven kingdom and found time to come to the town called Dysom at his feet was because one of his new servants, a high elf archmage, reported to him that he wanted to surprise him. And this surprise was said to hasten the pace of His Royal Highness's victory, so as a benevolent monarch, Arthas decided to give his courtiers a chance to show his talent and loyalty.

This High Elf named Darkan appeared in front of him almost as soon as his army of the dead set foot on the land of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. Of course, with him arrived, there was also a way to break the magic array that had protected the High Elf Kingdom for thousands of years......

But what really surprised the Death Knight was that the elven mage would be so happy to take refuge.

He was not only surprised, but even a little uneasy. Arthas was loved by his people as much as his father. He loves to be warmly recognized by people under him, and is willing to take the time to remember their names and listen to their family stories. He wanted them to love him, and they did, and followed him loyally, as Captain Fallick did.

Arthas can only assume that the elven rulers love their people just as much, and that their people are equally loyal and patriotic. And this mage betrayed his king and his people simply because he was promised strength, for the sake of this simple temptation!

Mortals can be corrupted, shaken, or bought.

He remembered the army he was now commanding, and laughed.

Yes...... They're so much better!

Despite the fact that they lost their lives and emitted a foul stench. But they have unquestionable loyalty and will only obey his orders. That's enough...... At the southernmost point of the Wraith Lands, once a High Elf town, and now a stronghold of the Undead Scourge - Dessom!

Walking in an eerie low room, the Death Knight Arthas silently followed his servant, Darkan, to the High Elf mage's room. There his servant promised that he would witness a unique drama.......

"Some guys were reluctant to serve their masters while they were alive, so I modified the plague to solve this problem." The High Elf Elven Mage stole a glance at the expressionless Arthas, and then said respectfully, "Please go this way, Your Highness." Let me show you the results of my research! ”

Darkan takes the Death Knight to a single-room prison where two prisoners are kept. Judging from the hand-woven clothes on their bodies, they were just two ordinary High Elf civilians. The man took the woman in his arms and shook it slowly; The female elf, on the other hand, was pale and drenched in sweat. Both of them were still alive, but the woman was clearly sick.

Arthas glanced at the High Elf mage who was looking at him flatteringly with interest, and quietly waited for his next move.

The elf's green eyes were full of despair, and she couldn't help but light up when she saw Arthas. "Have mercy on me, sir! My body was dying, and I saw what was going to happen next. Please, let me rest in peace. ”

Obviously, she can face death, but she is afraid of becoming a slave to the necromancer, and even her soul is not at peace. But according to Darkan, she didn't have a choice. Arthas turned her face away in disgust, she wouldn't have long to live anyway.

She struggled to crawl out of the arms of the male elf and clinged to the prison fence: "Leave us alone, even if you won't help me, at least please get my husband out!" With that, the sickly-looking female elf was already crying in despair.

"Don't make a fuss, dear." The male elves, however, still retained the pride of the High Elves, and did not grovel to the executioners for mercy, but once again put his arms around his wife from behind and muttered, "I will not leave you!" ”

"My time is precious, let's start your real yàn!" Arthas was inexplicably irritable, and turned to whisper to Darkan in a cold tone.

"Ah, obey your orders, Your Highness!"

The High Elf mage said, throwing out an ice arrow, and the spell casting action was as fast as lightning. In the next second, the female elf's frost-covered corpse slammed to the floor. Her husband was grief-stricken, hysterically pounding against the sturdy iron fence as if he were going to die with this cruel tribesman. Arthas looked at this qiē expressionlessly, silent. After a while, the female corpse began to bow heavily from the stone floor. This turn of events left the originally angry male elf stunned and speechless.

The skin on the female elf's body began to turn a slight grayish-green color when she got back up. The symptoms of spasms gradually disappeared, she staggered to her feet and turned her head, and then saw her husband, her whole body began to tremble: "Guard, quickly get this man out!" She yelled angrily.

The so-called guards, those hideous and evil ghouls, did not move. With a groan, she reached out her fingers and grabbed her messy brown hair, allowing Arthas to get a good look at her face. The veins beneath her skin darkened, and her eyes were filled with wildness and madness.

Seeing that his wife was abnormal, her husband hesitated and asked, "Honey, are you okay?" ”

A pained smile flashed across the elf's face, and as her husband hesitantly stepped forward, she roared, "Don't come near me again!" ”

Ignoring her protests, the man continued to walk towards her, and she pushed him away violently, with such force that he flew straight into the fence, slowly slid down, and fainted to the ground.

"Stand back!" She's almost yelling at her throat right now. "Shoot you!" She slowly leaned back with her arms folded until her back was against the wall opposite the prison. "Shoot you, shoot you." She whimpered, and something started to go wrong.

The elf raised her hand and reached into the hole in her chest, hissing and twisting her face; Then she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it with relish. After a while, she suddenly pounced on her husband in impatience, revealing her white teeth.

The man screamed, blood splattered onto the cell floor! The intermittent sobbing indicates that the undead woman was aware of what she was doing for a certain time, but was helpless.

In addition to the staccato sobbing, Arthas could hear the indescribable sounds: tearing, tearing, munching. What greeted him was a hellish horror scene, although this similar scene, the Death Knight would see it every day, and it could be regarded as a blind eye, but there had never been a time when his heart was so irritated!

The feeding of the female undead soon ended...... In the end, after a few blows of plague, grief, and guilt, the female elf completely collapsed. From this moment on, Azeroth had one less High Elf and one more zombie without a soul.......

"Interesting real yàn!" The Death Knight looked at the tragedy unfolding in front of him with a blank face, looking indifferent. But suddenly there was an inexplicable anger and irritability in his heart. Turning to look at Darkan bowing at his side, Arthas suddenly felt the urge to cut the creature in front of him into a pulp.

"Well done!" Suppressing his feelings that he shouldn't have existed for a long time, Arthas muttered in a voice as cold as ice for thousands of years, but a trace of imperceptible cruelty flashed in his cold eyes that had no fluctuations, and it was fleeting, "Maybe I should give you some reward." ”

The second half of the death knight's words made the High Elf mage Darkan, who had betrayed the race and surrendered to the undead for his power, look excited and overjoyed. But in the next moment, the elven mage's eyes changed from joy and excitement to shock and fear

Manipulated by the Death Knight, the mighty Frostmourn stabbed into Darkan's chest. Warm blood slowly dripped down the rune-engraved blade of Frost Sorrow. As time passed, the elven mage's body became cold and lifeless.

"The body of the living can no longer contain the dirt of your soul." Looking at the cold corpse of the elven mage at his feet, Arthas muttered. "Since you choose to pursue power, then embrace death! Become a true member of the Scourge Legion! And I will give you eternal life! ”

"Eternal life? Ha, what a reward for kindness and generosity! The corners of the Death Knight's mouth curled slightly, his expression mocking indescribably.

Arthas would not admit that when he saw the tragic and tragic experience of the High Elf couple, for a moment His Royal Highness thought of the gentle and tranquil figure that had haunted him - Gianna. There was a heart-wrenching pain in his already frozen heart; The Death Knight wouldn't admit that a flash of relief flashed through his mind when Frostmourn pierced the elven mage's chest, stripping him of the life of the humble being he hated

The High Elf mage's already cold corpse began to slowly shake, and it didn't take long for him to regain control of his body. However, this time Darkan is no longer a High Elf, nor is he a living person, and he has become a true member of the Scourge Legion "as he wished.......

"Gather the men of Dysom, take your test pieces, and tomorrow we will march on Taquelin!"

"Yes, master!"

Although Darkan bowed respectfully behind him, Arthas did not look at the "reborn" servant, and strode out of the basement.

"It's time to put an end to this farce! Quel'Salas? Your kingdom will be ruined by my sword! Turning over and stepping onto the back of the "invincible", the Death Knight looked at the Eternal Song Forest in the distance and muttered to himself.

In his hands, Frost Sorrow was trembling with excitement...... General Sylvanas was crouching behind a large, smooth rock at the junction of the Eternal Song Forest and the Wraithlands, the autumn leaves brushing over her head, masking the footsteps of someone coming. The scouts she sent out rushed in and quickly ducked to her side.

"There are too many enemies! There are more than 20,000 undead who block the intersection alone! The young scout shouted in a panic, but soon fell silent as the Ranger General raised a finger.

"As a scout, you should always be calm! Loud noises are a big no-no for scouts! Sylvanas glanced at the "young man" beside him and reprimanded coldly. This made the latter almost ashamed of himself, and he was about to weld his head to his chest.

Sylvanas didn't continue to reprimand.

Although he was not satisfied with the appearance of his subordinates, the Ranger General could still understand the nervousness of a young man in the face of an overwhelming array of terrifying enemies. Not only this scout, but many of the soldiers in his subordinate army will feel fear and powerlessness when facing those enemies who have come back from the dead. Thinking of this, Sylvanas looked at his allies hidden in the jungle behind him with a complicated expression!

Compared to their own people, those minotaur warriors undoubtedly showed themselves more perfect in the face of the enemy!

The heavy and sturdy armor has no enchanting effect, but it is a good way to protect their bodies from damage; Heavy weapons, such as battle axes or hammers, can inflict devastating blows on the undead, and undoubtedly the Minotaur weapons are more lethal to the walking dead than the bows and arrows of the rangers; The impact of those Kodo beasts covered in heavy plate armor was really staggering, and the dense sea of undead was almost easily torn open by their impact and crushed over......

So far, the combat power of these minotaur reinforcements has really shocked Sylvanas* Windranger. Perhaps this time, His Royal Highness really brought in a powerful helper for the Queldore......

"Minotaurs? Nice ally. The heroic but charming Sylvanas thought secretly in her heart.

"Of course! Except for this uneducated guy! Looking at the tall and burly figure that walked step by step towards his hiding place, Sylvanas* Windranger, who had always been cold and unsmiling, added through gritted teeth in his heart. Under the super high perception of the Ranger General, of course, he could easily feel the burning gaze that had been watching him.

Old Tang is walking briskly towards the "Queen of Darkness" in a strong suit...... The sad old Tang didn't know that he had been labeled as "uneducated" in his heart by the woman he had been paying attention to......

*JM