Son, the day you were born, the whole of Danmoro whispered your name.

Oscar sparkling diamonds.

I proudly watch you grow day by day and become the embodiment of the barrel.

You have to remember that we have always ruled this wine table with a sip of silence and table cleanliness.

I also believe that you will be cautious in using your less powerful powers.

But the real victory, son, is the search for one's own free heart.

One day, my life will come to an end.

And you, you can do whatever you like.

--- a quote from a certain dwarf aunt in Ironforge.

This day was a day of grief and indignation for the entire group of adventurers, and the adventurers in the Eastern Kingdom continent received a news that shocked and saddened them.

The fire-colored landlord Oscar, who does not forget his original intention and is happy to mix with low-level adventurers.

Fallen.

And the bitch Arthas resurrected the dwarf and degenerated him into a ruthless death knight.

The once fiery landowner who was zealous about good deeds is gone, and now he is just an icy killing machine loyal to the Lich King.

Wielding the fallen Dust Messenger, riding an undead black goat, and following the equally undead armored battle Maggot Fatbug, he slaughters all the living he once loved so much (from the sad imagination of adventurers).

All in all, the group of adventurers suddenly exploded, and they felt indifferent to such a major event as the establishment of the Night Empire, because it was not a level and a world with them at all.

But what happened to Oscar, the dwarf, is a real tragedy that happened around them.

They began to spontaneously assemble a large number of adventurous teams, not for rewards, not for gold.

They simply shuttled through the Plaguelands of East and West, searching for and hunting any undead scourge they could find.

Seek out Oscar, then kill him again so that he can get the peace and sleep he deserves.

Oscar's mental state at the moment was very peaceful, and the peace was too much, causing the dwarf's thinking to be a little confused.

His mind repeated over and over again his long adventure of stepping out of Ironforge to become an adventurer, and then to now becoming a Death Knight, and everything was so real that the dwarf hoped that the flashback would never stop.

It's just that his dust messenger has indeed fallen, and the energy sandstorm that has been set off is now mixed with the power of shadows and plagues, and the blade of the dagger is engraved with a row of ice-blue energy runes.

And his good buddy, Mr. Fat Bug, this armored battle maggot also came back to life with his master, and at this moment this fat maggot was ice blue, cold and stiff, and various rune energy carvings appeared on the surface of the Mithril armor draped.

Mr. Fat Worm has changed a lot, and it seems that this fat maggot has also comprehended some simple shadow spells, and is practicing releasing them from time to time by his master's side at the moment, without attacking any target.

The black goat of Ironforge, who had been accompanying Oscar, has now become an undead mount.

Oscar gave him a new name: Invincible.

Arthas was furious at this, and many times couldn't help but want to kill this hateful dead dwarf directly.

How dare that lowly black goat be called invincible?

This is simply a great insult to one's beloved war horse!

But Arthas held back, and now the number of Death Knights of the Scourge Legion is extremely scarce, and it is in a state of counting one by one, and although this Oscar is very mentally confused, his body is still obeying the orders of the Lich King.

It's just that this dwarf is sometimes too cheap, often throwing around some hard and cold goat shit, or suddenly wielding his own fallen dust messenger to kill all the undead creatures around him.

But that's not the point, the point is that Oscar's ego sometimes recovers briefly for a while.

Thereupon...

"Arthas, I'll grass your grandma!"

"The undead disaster of the dog day, what about Lao Tzu's sense of taste and smell! I can't feel anything, how can I drink!"

"Arthas, your whole family has blown up!"

"Where's my goat... Stunk you bitch!"

"My fat worm... Oh, you're here, you're okay old man, haha... that stepmom dog in Alsace!"

"Huh, where's my mysterious little powder? Arthas, you damn dog bastard, take my spring... Give me back the mysterious little powder!"

As a result, there is often a brief but fierce lash of anger in the marching ranks of the Scourge Legion, followed by a sandstorm of shadow energy, and the undead around the dwarves are slaughtered again.

In the end, the enraged Arthas had no choice but to order Oscar to ride the undead goat alone, with his disgusting fat maggot, to follow the Scourge legion alone.

Oscar, of course, was not stupid, he had figured out his current situation in his brief soberness, and he had already figured out the direction of Quel'Thalas, and found that the Scourge army was heading in the direction of Quel'Thalas.

There I can only look for a chance to escape and regain my freedom.

It would be nice if you could meet acquaintances, get their attention, let them know that they are still saved.

Eastern Kingdom Continent, Lordaeron, the capital of Lordaeron.

Once known as the Pearl of the North, the bustling megacity has been reduced to a ruin of skeletons and rotting zombies.

The King's Palace, a relatively remote servant's quarter, was slammed open by a wooden door, and a guard soldier in royal armor of Lordaeron fell out and struggled back on the ground.

Then, another captain-like palace guard walked out quickly, holding the bloody sword in his hand.

"No, no, no, no... I was wrong, I shouldn't have that kind of mind, spare my life... Plentiful... Forehead... ”

Before the soldier could finish speaking, the squad leader stabbed the long sword in his hand into the soldier's neck, and blood immediately gushed out.

"Phew, you piece of garbage, you don't deserve to be a royal guard. ”

With that, the team leader turned around and returned to the house, looking extremely anxious.

"Your Royal Highness Princess Kalia, we must highlight the city, there are more and more undead here, and we really can't get out if we don't transfer. ”

Princess Kalia didn't reply, but clutched the silver-white cloak that was draped over her.

The country is ruined, his younger brother Arthas has become a terrible demon of killing his father, he keeps running for his life, and there are people with bad intentions who try to rape him, and even the royal guards have rebelled more than half, wanting to taste the princess before he dies, if it weren't for the fact that there are still a group of loyal soldiers, he would really be better off dead now.

At the time of the disaster, some little people chose to die, but there were also some little people who insisted on their beliefs and humanity in their hearts, and they chose loyalty.

Eventually, Princess Kalia nodded.

When the squad leader received the order, he immediately nodded to the rest of the soldiers and made a gesture.

A moment later, a group of cavalry, protecting the carriage in the center of the procession, rushed through the side gate of the palace, and went straight to the nearest city gate.

"Let's go! Leave him alone, keep rushing, don't stop! Go in the direction of the Silver Pine Forest! Let's go to Fenris Island, the island in the middle of the lake can be used as our stop!"

With a scream, one of the cavalrymen was pulled off his horse by the rotting zombie horde, and was instantly drowned in a sea of undead.

Undead Scourge are not zombies, they can move countless times faster, and some of the strong people who have strength in their lifetime will be greatly improved, not to mention those ghouls who run extremely fast.

"Ahhhhh ”

Another cavalryman was pulled off his horse, a rusty chain wrapped around him, and then he was pulled to the rear of the abomination.

The fleeing team did not try to save their companions, and neither could they.

"Your Royal Highness Princess Kalia, it's rude. ”

A female squire pulls the dejected princess out of the carriage, puts her on the horse, and then flips on her horse.

"Let's go!"

Eventually, the last of the royal guards of Lordaeron broke out of the undead Scourge with a princess of the dead country, rushed to the open city gate, and galloped towards the Silver Pine Forest.

"Lordaeron ... It will never perish!"

The captain of the guard glanced back at the ruined city with endless hatred in his eyes.