I looked at the head of the human soldier who had turned into an undead scourge and ended up with my head smashed.

Hum......

The blue light between the bones drifted in the wind, and maybe he could rest in peace now. I turned my head to look at his two-handed sword on the ground, which had lost its luster, the blade had dimmed, and like its owner, it had lost life and hope.

There is no nameplate on his bones, so it is unknown whether he was left somewhere or if he has been picked up. But at this point I can't know his name.

I'm sorry, hero, but that's all I can do for you, and I hope you rest in peace!

Picking up his two-handed sword, I held it in my hand, and although it was not rusty, the blade was no longer sharp and shiny as if it were dead. But I still picked it up in my hand, and then carried the waste sword and slowly walked towards the high gate of damnation.

There are more and more undead scourge soldiers along the way, including humans, elves, blood elves, trolls, orcs and ...... Minotaur. The corpses of the dwarves were among them, but the ones that frustrated me the most were the occasional gnomes.

Those small bodies give me the illusion that they are like little children, squatting quietly. These little things are the only undead that don't wander around.

Why is it scary?

It's because they always hide behind wooden boxes, behind overturned vehicles. When I get closer, they pop up from behind.

A pair of blue eyes on that sallow and white little face stared at me intently. They don't talk anymore, they just open their mouths and scream at me.

I suddenly remembered a nice name...... Styx dolls.

Of course, this name is only used for those female gnomes, and if I meet a male dwarf, I will not hesitate to cut off his head. This name is definitely not polite to those bearded male gnomes, especially those with two beards or beards. Nothing else, I just don't think it fits.

The further you go, the heavier the smell of death becomes, and even though twenty years have passed, the smell of the bombs dropped by the Royal Apothecary Society still lingers.

The land here is completely different from what it was before, and the earth and gravel that have been burned by the flames have taken on a different shape. There was a creaking crunch of feet on it, and of course the bones of charred human soldiers in the crystalline sand.

Belch...... There are also orcs.

The corpses found me, but they didn't rush towards me, it was exactly the same as it had been back then.

There are several types of soldiers in the Scourge of the Dead, and this slow-moving Scourge is generally used as cannon fodder, and they tend to have a strong or absolute advantage in numbers. They will use crowd tactics to put pressure on their opponents, and although they are slow, they are superior to the crowds.

This is the lowest level of the undead scourge, and in the depths of the Icecrown Glacier Range there is a resurrection ground for the undead scourge, which is also a testing ground. This type of undead is about the same as scraps there.

Why? What is Scraps?

I said that these are the lowest soldiers, they often have missing arms and legs, and even the whole skin has been stripped off, leaving only a skeleton. The monsters that are spliced together from the parts of their bodies are the combat power of the undead natural disaster.

That's right, it's the most disgusting of the Scourge Legion, the Abomination Stitch Monster. They use the skeleton of a giant or the spine of a tall creature as the backbone, then splice and stitch together flesh and blood organs that don't know what they are, and then magically bring them back to life.

The physique of those things is generally large, with a height of two and a half to three meters being the most common height, but there are also larger ones.

Only the person who made it knows what is stitched into the stomach of these things, but I don't think the person who made them will end up knowing what they put in it.

Some abominations spew bitter bile water, some spew venom, and some are corrosive liquids. In fact, the abominations that can spray bitter bile in these abominations are more advanced than those that spew poisonous acid water, and of course the number is even rarer.

Why do I know?

Not only do I know, but I've seen with my own eyes how they're made.

In addition to being able to spray, these things are extremely terrifying and destructive, and some of them have iron armor embedded in them.

Because they are powerful enough, the group of things is initially charged to take the most attack.

An abomination in the distance looked at me, but it didn't writhe, it was not huge, but a huge ass running towards me. They do not move quickly, mainly because of their momentum.

The guy was dragging an iron shield in his hand, and the shield was big enough and wide enough, not very thick, but the range of defense was already quite terrifying. In addition to the shields in their hands, they are armed with axes or hooks.

In the eyes of ordinary people, how can a hook be used as a weapon, that's because you don't know much! The hook in their hand...... It's very big! The most basic size of the hook I've seen is more than 20 centimeters wide.

The tip of the hook wasn't actually sharp, but it was made of a solid lump of iron. I've weighed it, and it must weigh about 15 kilograms.

Maybe you don't have any idea of a fifteen-kilogram iron hook, but look at the bucket of water in your house. So that thing wasn't actually picked up to hook the infantry, but mainly for the cavalry and key units in the battle.

Speaking of which...... When the Scourge invaded Silvermoon City, two or three Abominations could destroy a thirty-man cavalry force of the Blood Elves. It's not like I'm talking nonsense, I've seen it with my own eyes!

And there is never a hook on them, and there is a hook that is different from the one just now, this one is purely for hooking. The hook was not a single hook but a three- or two-finger hook like a claw, and it was much smaller than that, and it could tear off a piece of meat if it was thrown out of their hands.

I stared at the abomination in the distance, the scar on the man's huge head was very clear, and the skill of the guy who did the stitching was only twenty points if I were to rate him.

The face of hatred was crooked, and the crooked head could not be raised, and it stared at me with its neck crooked. The big and small eyeballs seemed to be pressed into the head.

There is no wrapping of the eyelids, so it feels like it is about to fall out of the eye socket at any moment. The word ugly is not enough to describe what it looks like, and I think to say ugly is to glorify the monster in front of you.

It just stared at me and didn't move.

Since the death of the original Lich King, these tyrannical monsters seem to have become much more docile, at least not when they see a living person like a dog that sees.

I'm glad to see that it doesn't seem to be much hostile to me, if that thing does do it to me......

Let's be honest!

I had to run away.

I'm not a Mograini, I don't have an artifact, and I haven't gotten a weapon like he did. The only weapon that counts as a good one is still ...... Lost on Blackstone Mountain.

The low-level undead around me have slowly walked towards me, these guys have no brains, and their brains are probably used by those demon stitching monsters.

The undead who didn't have eyes and attacked me...... You can imagine where his eyes go.

These guys are slow, huh...... It's not that slow. They are fearless, have no feelings, no feelings, no thoughts, just find all the living and tear them apart.

The long sword in my hand is the best weapon, and the length of the sword is two meters long enough to keep them at least a step away from me. I kept moving and dodging, and then kept watching the abomination that was still watching me.

Just as I had cut off the head of one of the undead and dodged another undead who was grabbing me on the right, a dwarf popped out of a nearby ditch.

Because I was small, I didn't catch the bublet that popped out of my eyes as I watched the two undead eyes, and it pounced on me all at once.

I was shocked when I found something in my left leg, but the undead on my right grabbed me, and I wanted to dodge and twist and take a few steps back, but the thing grabbed my leg and didn't let go.

Before my sword could turn around, the gadget slammed into my thigh, "Boom! "It's just a mouthful!

It hurts, of course it hurts, uh...... Actually, it doesn't hurt that much.

The little thing really pounced on my lap like a small wild dog, and began to try to tear a piece of meat off my thigh. But at the moment, I can only endure it biting frantically against my leg.

Actually...... It doesn't hurt that much, really. It's not just because it's cold, but it's also because I'm wearing thick clothes. However, if you simply bite into a large piece of meat, it will not hurt very much, but if you bite such a small bite, the pain will be much stronger.

The dwarf's bloody mouth didn't quite bite through my leather pants when it hit my thigh. When the pain wasn't severe, I chose to kill the human undead who were grabbing me first.

There wasn't enough time left to raise my sword and slash, so I squeezed my wrist and picked it up, and the tip of my sword stabbed at its dry throat.

The sword pierced through its parched skin and plunged through its throat directly into the surface of its maxilla. The guy was hit by my sword, and I had two seconds to get rid of the thing on my leg.

But the thing on the leg not only didn't let go, but it didn't let go. I twisted my knee twice, and before I could shake it off, I pressed my hands hard, and the sword grazed the undead's palate and pressed against his spine. But as soon as the tip of the sword slipped, the spine grazed my sharp edge and slid towards me.

Seeing this, I just let go, and pushed my left hand towards its chest, pushing it to the ground, but the dry fingers it grabbed at me tore the only piece of clothing I had.

The minions of the new Lich King don't seem to have learned to be polite.