Terrible news! The rotten noodles I made have just died!"

Icecrown Fortress, the Scourge Factory area.

With a piercing scream, the mangled body fell to the ground, and Professor Ptrisheid, who had been secretly observing, immediately shouted behind the observation opening above the hall.

The Northern Expedition coalition army up and down has become completely numb to this extremely talkative and wordy natural disaster professor, and they don't bother to pay attention to his self-talking.

"Great news, he left a lot of ooze behind!"

"Wait, you're going to kill my rotten intestines?ah, rotten intestines, you're my favorite, second only to rotten noodles, I hope you can last longer, and if you die too, remember to open the floodgates." ”

"Two mud in one room... There will be endless surprises!"

"Ahh I still have such a brilliant talent for poetry. ”

Well, there was still no one to kill him, and the main force of the coalition had already left the hall where the rotten face was, and hurried to the other side of the Scourge Factory, ready to take over the other Scourge giant there, the rotten intestines.

The Ptrishid cult is very hurt, and the Ptrihid sect wants to talk to the coalition buddies, but unfortunately the coalition buddies are unwilling to talk to him.

On the side of the Northern Expedition, Tirio Ferdin, the Great Lord of the Holy Light, originally planned to violently open the door to Professor Ptrishid's laboratory and directly kill the chief scientist of the Scourge Legion, but a series of events that followed made him have to give up.

This Professor Ptrishid, someone saved him because of the shortage of high-tech talents, so he was forcibly blacklisted.

If it was an ordinary person, Tirio would have refused harshly, and then blasted the person out.

But it was the Titan of Sarodar who kept Professor Ptrashid alive, and it was a completely different story.

Oh, the Titan gods want to protect someone, what else can you not allow?

So... Okay, if Professor Ptrisheed doesn't kill him, he won't kill him.

"Great news, everyone! I think I've developed an elixir that could destroy the world of Azeroth! Well... Cherry!"

Shut up!

At the same time, there is another thing that makes Tirio feel very troubled, and that is the confirmed news that Sylvanas, the Queen of Darkness, will take over as the new Lich King after the death of the Lich King Arthas, and restrain all the undead scourge in Northrend.

Tirio wanted to carry the burden on his own, and after the Lich King's death, he took the ice-blue Helmet of Dominion and was forever bound to the Frozen Throne.

But now ...

"Since Lord Divine Honor has promised that Lady Sylvanas will not have any problems, then of course I choose to believe in Lord Divine Honor. ”

Well, that's all you can say, substitutions don't exist anymore.

It seems that Sylvanas is really favored by the Titan God, and he is basically doting on what he wants, and the pillow is blowing in the wind.

It is abundantly clear from the fact that Professor Ptrahide has been retained, and that the Titan Gods of Sarodar are already paving the way for Sylvanas, and this Professor Ptrahide is the first new team under her command in the future.

Not only that, but it seems that the other two main camps have already passed their breath in private, and on the side of the Alliance and the Horde, their military action intentions are even more obvious at this moment.

Since the invasion of the upper area of the fortress, the damage inflicted by both sides on the high-level undead has been greatly reduced, and thermal weapons such as artillery and bombs have basically ceased to be used.

They have now temporarily taken on a part-time job as flesh bringers.

That's right, literally.

The wriggling flesh of the ancient god Cthulhu is tied to the arrows of bows and arrows, or stuffed into musket bullets, and then shot at the high-ranking undead, who immediately fall to their knees in agony when they are struck, and their mental will is in endless confusion.

In the end, the vast majority of those who were tricked were freed from the Lich King's spiritual domination and regained their freedom.

The few who did not get rid of the domination did not have to say, and they were directly swept up by the soldiers of the Alliance and the Horde and hacked to death.

Cthulhu's Whispers then begin to force the freed high-ranking undead to make a choice, forcing them to work for the new Lich King.

Heck, we're still very dish-cooked, absolutely follow your personal wishes, never engage in coercion, it's true, don't lie to you.

If you're willing to be loyal to Sylvanas, the Queen of Darkness, report to the Forsaken, assign you a job, arrange a position like a backbone old cadre, and continue to shine.

As for those who are unwilling to be loyal ... Well... Didn't you say it, we are free to cook, we will never be forced, you can go, goodbye!

Then, the next moment, a group of soldiers of the Alliance or the Horde would suddenly appear, shouting slogans such as destroying the undead for the sake of Azeroth, and slashed to death, killing them instantly.

Oh, misunderstandings, misunderstandings, misunderstandings, all of a sudden, you are considered a member of the Scourge Legion, you won't mind, right? Oh yes, you're dead, you definitely won't mind.

Come, next, lad, will you be loyal to Sylvanas, Queen of Darkness?

Oh, don't worry, we won't kill you.

The Death Knight looked at the harmonious Forsaken sign-up point, then at the chilly exit hallway, and finally at the army of living people who often "accidentally injured friendly soldiers".

"I'm willing to pledge my allegiance to the Queen of Darkness and support Her Majesty as the new Lich King, so sign up there, farewell!"

As a result, the high-level undead in the upper area of the Icecrown Fortress were turning against the water in batches at an extremely rapid speed at this moment.

No, I can't go, I really can't go, I choose to be free, those living people are going to hack us to death, this is too cooked!

At the same time, the Northern Expeditionary Army, officially from the Night Empire, was also belatedly entered, joining the ranks of the crusade against the Lich King.

"Giggle!"

Giant skeletal battle chickens rampaging through the upper areas of the fortress, claws crushing massive numbers of skeletons and rotting zombies.

You are a high-level undead, and you want to practice? A death peck will directly open a hole in your chest, and your heart will fly and be cold.

"Where did that Chicken of the Dead come from?

Well, the scholars of the Children of the Night said that they were very wronged.

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

It wasn't until the god-infused Valkyrie entered that the grievances of the Holy Cult Army buddies were cleared.

The Valkyrie, who could finally let go of freedom, was also released, and groups of super skeleton battle chickens broke through the ground, and then joined the various fronts of the Northern Expeditionary Army.

As for why Boss Hu's little pet is so favored by the Bone Chicken, this is also an unsolved mystery.

Obviously, she can resurrect the bones of other powerful creatures, but the Valkyrie just doesn't, she likes the chicken of the dead.