After a fearful day and the first half of the night, the ghost army that walked in the night could finally relax. Brooks still vigilantly patrolled his surroundings, guarding against a possible threat. Especially the human huntress who looked slender and thin, but almost killed them. Her crossbow and arrows are their nemesis!

"I feel awesome right now!" Rivendell rode on the back of another transformed death horse, feeling the endless power of the rune sword and his own body, "With Lake Daron Mill not far ahead, we will soon be able to worry about it." Now that he was no longer flesh and blood, his new identity brought him the strength and immortality he had longed for.

Kel'thugad's neck was tightly wrapped in a scarf, he was not afraid of the cold, it was just a cover for the terrible hole in his neck. If it weren't for the Lich King's bounty, if he had been an ordinary person, he would have died the day before.

The total number of people around him is less than ten, and he is a little dissatisfied. "Rivendell, where have we gone?" Because his throat was almost fragmented, his voice was so tight that every word was mixed with an unpleasant hiss.

"Just passed through County Talon and is now near Mares Farm, my friend."

"I remember there was a cemetery nearby, and I just happened to be short of some helpers." Kel'thugad laughed cruelly.

……

Gavinrad once again concentrated, trying to move his left arm, but he still couldn't feel it except for the great pain. Sweat from pain wet his forehead, and he used his remaining right hand to hammer the bed with all his might, venting his frustration.

Ever since he regained his consciousness after the last duel with that orc, he knew that he might never be able to fight as a paladin again in his life. The healers and the paladins healed his wounds, but he was really badly wounded, and his internal organs and bones were destroyed by the axe. It's a blessing to be able to pick up a life, but he also has to face the fact that he is crippled.

Now the whole of Stratholme is in chaos, and the paladins are fighting the plague, but he can only lie here and wait for death, this feeling is too uncomfortable.

A healer entered his room, carrying a bowl of green concoction that Gavinrad knew was the potion that the pharmacists had prepared for him to treat his internal injuries.

"Your Excellency Cavenrad," the physician looked at him with a smile as he placed the bowl on the bedside table, "my ancestors have a special cure for your injuries. Not only will it heal your injuries and make you stronger, but it will have a small side effect, I wonder if you would like to try it? ”

"What did you say?" Gavinrad stared at the doctor sharply, "Impossible, the Light can't heal this injury!" He expressed his skepticism, but with some expectation, "How can you cure it!" ”

"The Light is not omnipotent, and there is nothing the Light can do about the injuries you are facing. But I can assure you that my approach will work. Unbelief? Don't worry, this bowl of decoction will have some effect, it will make you feel your left arm again. After you've tried it, you can judge again. The doctor pointed to the medicine bowl on the bedside table.

Gavin Rad looked over. The potions that pharmacists usually dispense are not the dark green color, but the lighter, leafy kind of vibrant liquid. His heart was very eager to give it a try, and he could tell him that something seemed wrong. He looked at the doctor suspiciously:

"I haven't seen you, what about the doctor who gave me medicine before?"

The doctor smiled, "I was specially invited to treat your injuries. The previous one, he could only help you with the pain. If you don't believe me, I'll go out and let him continue with his treatment. He picked up the bowl of potion and walked out without hesitation, "I wish you a speedy recovery, Your Excellency Gavenrad Doom." ”

"Wait!"

……

Gerard Bard, the merchant, had been trapped in Stratholme for three days. In the past three days, he watched as his four old buddies, Mibo, Tru, Goldman, and the youngest, Jack, who was only sixteen years old, turned into man-eating zombies. After being locked in an isolation cell, he waited in horror for the moment when he would turn into a zombie.

He thinks about his wife, children and relatives in Nanhai Town all the time, his eldest son will get married in half a month, and he is married to the daughter of a grocery store owner in the town, but he is afraid that he will never see his relatives.

He now regretted that when he came to Stratholme that day, he had bought the discounted bread from the bakery of the abominable cultist's family, Baron Rivendell. Two nights before, Lord Da Sohan of the Knights of the Silver Hand had told the citizens that after the/son cultist had inflicted a terrible plague on the bread, food, and water sources, he knew he would not be spared. Because before that, the painful Tru had turned into a man-eating zombie.

Gerald also contemplated suicide. If you become a zombie and then be killed by a paladin, your body will be desecrated. But he couldn't do anything, so he could only wait for the last moment in fear. Anyway, the paladins will definitely not be relentless.

When the time comes, he will also become the appearance of those zombies in pain: sharp fangs, rotten skin like a burning candle, eyes glowing red, ugly and bloodthirsty.

His eyes were gray, and he was lonely and helpless awaiting his end.

The door to the room was opened, and the sensitive Gerald shrank into the corner in horror, it was not yet time to eat, why did the guards come in? Could it be that they are going to kill themselves in advance?

"Gerard Bard, come out with us." The Paladin spoke to him kindly, not at all as if he was going to kill him.

Gerald kept stepping back in fear, crying out, "No, no, don't kill me, I don't want to die yet...... Woowoo...... I want to go home, I want to go home......"

"Don't worry, no one is going to kill you." The paladin gently assured him, "I swear in the name of the Holy Light! ”

The paladins brought the fearful Gerard to the Silver Hand's headquarters, the Hall of Justice. A majestic paladin sat down at his desk and spoke up to confirm, "You are Mr. Gerard Bard?" ”

"Yes, I'm Gerald, not a gentleman, just a trader, honorable paladin!" Gerald was flattered.

"I'm Paladin Commander Saidan Dasohan, and I have some questions for you." Dassaulthan pointed to the chair across from him, "Please be seated, Gerald." ”

Gerald sat down cautiously, this posture was definitely not intended to kill him, he relaxed a little, and then said humbly: "Your Excellency Da Sohan, just ask, I will definitely answer!" ”

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Gerald," D'Aldohan asked the first question, "I see that the records say that you and a few of your buddies bought bread from the bakery in Rivendell and ate it, right?" ”

"Yes, I watched Mibo and Tru turn into zombies." Gerald nodded, and then shed tears and said sadly, "I'm going to face that moment too, right, Lord Da Sohan?" But I really don't dare to face death, I'm a coward, a coward. ”

"No, Mr. Gerald, I'm afraid you're not going to become a ghoul." Dassaulthan comforted him, "According to our observations, infected people will mutate into zombies within a day. And now it's the third day, and it's been a day since a new mutation has been produced among the quarantined people. ”

Da Sohan paused, looked at Gerald with an expression of disbelief and surprise, and continued: "Please come here to think about how you can avoid being infected. ”

Gerald, who felt that he had survived the catastrophe, was happy, he had never felt that life was so precious and beautiful, and everything in front of him became vivid in front of his eyes: "Is this true? I—I'm so happy! ”

Da Sohan interrupted his interest and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Gerald, now the whole of Stratholme, and indeed the entire alliance, is threatened by this deadly plague. If you can get us to find a way to deal with it, then you will be a hero of the Alliance! Now, please try to recall whether you did anything special or encountered anything unusual before or after eating bread with the plague. ”

Gerard struggled to remember, "Something special...... Let me think about it, my guys and I basically eat and live together, and if there is any special encounter, they probably won't turn into monsters. He reflected on his experience, and after a while, shook his head in annoyance and said, "I really can't think of anything special, sorry, Lord Da Sohan......"

Da Sohan sighed in disappointment, showed a stiff smile, and stretched out his hand, "Well, thank you for your cooperation." To be on the safe side, you will have some time to observe before you can return to your hometown once we have confirmed that you are safe and that there is no threat of the spread of the plague in Stratholme. ”

Gerald stood up and shook the paladin's hand, Da Sohan's hand was wide, rough, but warm, and he suddenly thought of something:

"Wait...... I remember! "Gerard suddenly exclaimed," said Gerald, "when we passed through Andorhar, we met an angel who blessed people in the streets, and I happened to be right next to me, so I also knelt on the ground and asked her to bless me." And my fellows were running errands down another street and were not blessed, and I boasted to them about it that night at rest, and they were envious...... If there's anything special, it's this thing! ”

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