Grey and rancid, like the basement of a cell, Kel'thugad reclined comfortably on his seat.

The Great Lich was surrounded by instruments of torture, filthy pus mixed with blood flowing all over the floor, but Kel'thugad didn't seem to care.

His attention and gaze were entirely on the two men standing in front of him...

The two men in black robes were the best dark mages in the group of Cursed Sect members he had recently recruited, and what was even more rare was that they almost voluntarily sacrificed their pure souls to the Lich King, and this knowledge and loyalty to dark magic made K'l'Ultugad greatly delighted.

After a dark ritual in the halls of the Psychic Academy, the two officially became necromancers.

Les Frost was once a human mage named Furst Vispar, who was notorious for his attempts to resell weapons and equipment at high prices during the Second Orc War, and was once disgusted and wanted by the people of the country.

Desperate, after escaping from Lordaeron, he stumbled up in Keldaron County and joined the Cult of the Damned.

He used his exquisite trickery to attract the attention of Kel'thugad, and he also raised his status to become Kel'thugad's trusted right-hand man.

The other dark psychic was a former authentic Dalaran mage.

Gray-sided, white-bearded Treed once worked for the beautiful magical capital of Dalaran, and he was proficient and adept at using fire magic, but in private, he was more obsessed with studying necromancy.

In the same way as Kel'thugad, after Treed's actions were exposed, he was boycotted and banished by the mages of Dalaran, and in order to pursue his own path, he risked being pursued by the magical inquisitors and left Dalaran in search of dark magic.

Treed was once madly jealous of the High Elves' mastery of magic and longevity, and secretly collected elven corpses during the Orc Wars to study the secret of immortality.

He was already a hundred years old, even as a magician, such an age could already be called "old age", and if there was no way to prolong his life, it might not be long before it would become a dry bone in the grave.

And Kel'thugad saw exactly that...

The Great Lich's promise of immortality was just right for the mad magician, and after a heartfelt conversation between the two, Treed was convinced by the Great Lich and dedicated his soul to the Lich King, becoming a true necromancer.

As Kel'thugad's right-hand men, the two have been lurking in the vicinity of Gayron's Farm and Andorhar for months, waiting for an opportunity to lure innocent and kind civilians into joining the Cursed Cult.

After nearly three months of hard work, they have achieved fruitful results, and there are more than 1,000 dark believers planted around Andorhar.

Unfortunately, after the Orc War, the vigilant Terenus greatly increased Lordaeron's garrison, and even though the two of them tried all means to spread the darkness to the center of the Empire, they both failed.

But after hearing the report of the two, Kel'thugad was unfazed by this...

The cunning Great Lich had already made another arrangement.

As early as a month ago, a full 50 plague steamers were quietly transported to the Psychic Academy, and at the behest of Kel'thugad, those dark believers lurking in the world of the living, whether they were farmers, merchants, or sailors, used their hidden identities to transport these plague steamers emitting clouds of disease to the farms near Andorhar.

All they have to do now is wait for the arrival of the Deathbringer, at which point Kel'thugad will unleash a plague that will turn Andohar and nearby towns into a living hell.

The Great Lich was so enchanted by the near-perfect plan that he even forgot that he was listening to the devotees.

Perhaps because he had followed Xue Huan for too long, the former Master Dalaran had not been in power alone for a long time, and he was still a little unaccustomed to the sudden freedom.

Looking down at his shriveled skin, the Great Lich pursed his lips in disgust, he still preferred his old body, but now was not the time to discuss it.

With a wave of his hand, Kel'thugad motioned for Tried to continue.

"Yes..."

Treed bowed slightly.

Years of survival have turned this old man into a cunning fritter, his withered body and an unknown glint in his eyes.

"Honorable Lord, our followers are already spread over the four large farms near Andorhar, as well as a dozen small farms, but only in the northern Hearthvale, our people can't penetrate into it, and those abominable paladins are too vigilant. ”

"Humph!!"

Kel'thugadpi snorted with a smile.

"It's okay, you've done a good job, how long is it until the outbreak of the plague?"

"About half a month. ”

Answering him was another dark mage, Les Frost bowed reverently and said: "The place where we set up the first batch of plague steamers is in Darsong Farm, where it has been burning for more than half a month, plus the plague poison cloud released by other steamers, it has formed a dense mist near Andorhar, according to our research, in a maximum of half a month, the entire Andoral will become a country of the dead!"

"Good! What about the production of the undead?"

"At present, we have more than 1,000 ghouls hidden in various cemeteries, just waiting for the plague to break out, within a few days, this number can exceed 5,000, which is enough to start a huge war!"

After listening to the brief report of his subordinates, Kel'thugad nodded with satisfaction, he glanced lightly at the dark energy circulating in his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.

"You have done a great job in the task I have given you, and as a gift, I will give you new strength before the great Lord of Darkness comes. ”

"Thank you!!"

The two of them crawled excitedly on the dirty floor.

With Kel'thugad's careless movements, two black-purple streams of energy sprang out of his fingertips and sank into the bodies of the two necromancers who knelt in front of him.

The feeling of comfort and exhilaration, indescribable, the two of them only felt a cold current rushing into their bodies, flowing all over their bodies in a short time, making them can't help but moan.

"What you feel is only the tip of the iceberg, serve the Lord of Darkness well, you will receive the power of eternal life, and as for your ascension, it will be done by Him Himself. ”

The Great Lich looked coldly at the two people who were prostrate on the ground, and his tone was cold.

"Ming... Understood!"

The two of them stood up tremblingly, their hearts trembling, how powerful should even the person in front of them, whom the leader of the Cursed Sect called the "Lord of Darkness", be?

They didn't dare to ask, let alone speculate...

"Stand down. ”

Waving to dismiss the two, Kel'thugad sat back in his chair, a rare look of contemplation on his face.

Grand plans are imminent...

And where is Xue Huan, who is being looked forward to by Kel'thugad at this time?

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Thanks to loyal fan "I Madness" for the character: Terred (a former Dalaran mage who defected to the Lich King out of resentment and longing for eternal life)

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