There are no more people from the Cursed Sect in Lordaeron City, and all of them who failed to escape in the last clean-up operation committed suicide, and all those who are alive have escaped from Lordaeron.

In fact, the Cursed Sect and Arthas do the same thing, but Arthas and the Cursed Sect do not share the same heaven, and it is true that it is faster to use the plague, but he hates the plague.

After nightfall, the king's castle opened its gates, and all the living dead were released. He needs more living dead, more troops.

Arthas has become more and more proficient with the sword in his hand, and he can now resurrect whoever he wants.

That night, I stood with him at the highest point of the city, watching the city of Lordaeron descend into chaos. Only this time it's not like Andohar, it's not like Stratholme, this time it's pure slaughter.

When the city's bell rang, it also announced the end of the kingdom.

On the morning of the third day, the sun was still the same, and we stood high enough and far enough, and the city still seemed so quiet, as it had been in the old days. But when you go up to the joint, you see that it's really quiet, but that quiet is because they're all dead.

There is no shouting, and the living dead do not like to cry, there is no wailing, because they have lost their lives. Will anyone survive? I don't know, maybe there is, but do those who survived know what's going on? How long will they live?

Alsace did not enforce the blockade of the city's gates. I warned him, but he didn't respond to me, and I don't know what he thought.

When I found out that the living dead had also run out of the city, he still didn't react. It's like it doesn't matter. I tried to understand him as his eyes grew more and more indifferent, but I couldn't understand why he thought the way he did and why he did it.

In the following days, he wandered around the city that belonged to him, from the place where the rich lived to the place where the common people lived, from the originally bustling market to the depths of the slums, although there was no longer any breath of life here, but he could still see what it used to be.

He hadn't closed his eyes for two days, hadn't seen him eat, his face was thinning at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his face became more and more cold as the flesh of his cheeks collapsed. I don't know why, but the way he looks at everything around him is getting different from before.

He fulfilled his promise, and he got more and more people back on their feet, but the strange thing is that these resurrected guys seem to be more thoughtful than before. They don't just stand, they learn to wander, they leave where they died.

After four days in Lordaeron, Arthas left with tens of thousands of living dead. All that remains is a dead city where faint weeping can be heard both at night and during the day.

Arthas turned over and got on his horse, this horse was not an ordinary horse, the breath on his body made all living creatures dare not approach, and in a fit of rage, he killed all the horses.

And then like the resurrected ones, they were put back on their feet. It reminds me of the Orc Warlock and the Death Knight of the day. And when I told him about it, he nodded and said, "Yes, they're my Death Knights." ”

The soldiers stepped on their horses, but at this time the soldiers had no idea about the dead horses, they only rode horses, but they had forgotten how to use the saddle and bridles.

For this problem Alsace was not solved at the time of Lordaeron. It wasn't until we arrived in Brill that the original Death Knight took shape.

Arthas did not save the souls of those of Lordaeron after they were killed, and the souls of hundreds of thousands of people nourished the sword in his hand.

But when he wanted a smarter subordinate instead of this brainless living dead, he learned to leave a trace of his soul as he took that person's life.

He asked me this question, but I couldn't answer him, he was puzzled, but he didn't get an answer after all.

The inhabitants of Lordaeron were not rushed to extinction, unlike the outbreaks of Andorhar. Those who escaped ran to Brill to report, and by the time our army arrived at Brill, Brill was ready to turn around.

I understand the decision made by the lord of Brill, and I understand better why he did it. There is a big gap in people's cognition, and there is a huge difference in people's judgment of the situation they are facing.

I can't remember the name of that lord of Brill, I had seen him many years ago when I was in Lordaeron, and I don't know if he was old or if he was so stupid that he didn't know enough about Lordaeron's true condition.

If he had sent two scouts to see it, he would not have made such a decision.

What's even more ridiculous is that he also sent a joint request to the surrounding lords. It wasn't what he told me, but when our army set foot on Brill and found the army that had come to assemble.

When we are alive, we need to think about the food, drink, sleep, and walking of the soldiers, we need to consider the state of the soldiers, we need to consider the speed and rhythm of the march, and we need to consider the influence of the weather.

But when the living become dead, these are not problems, the dead do not need to rest, and the better thing about the dead than the living is that they are more resistant to hunger, and ...... No need to drink water.

The army will only pause its advance after Arthas gives the order, and this is only when Alsace needs to take a nap.

He also slept less and less, and even didn't eat a little for two or three days in a row.

When we reached Brill, the army did little resistance, and all they did when they saw the endless army coming towards them was turn and fled. It was too late for the people in the city to evacuate at this time.

With a swing of Arthas's sword, the group of living dead, who could only walk, ran.

The outer walls of that city...... Not high. The town of Brill is actually poorly defended. In fact, it is not to blame for its poor defense, in the sphere of influence of Lordaeron City, there has been no threat to it here for thousands of years. Instead of spending money on fortifications, it is better to build this place beautifully.

The army was like a flood that instantly broke away the poor defenses of the town, except that Arthas's orders were different from before, and although I didn't hear him say anything, the brainless living dead learned to surround and take prisoners.

Arthas wants to create its own team of knights here.