He shuddered and hurriedly moved his feet away. The next room was littered with small boilers filled with bubbling green liquid. Kel'thugad's curiosity overshadowed the smell of disgust, and he took a step forward, but a large paw blocked his way.

"The host wants you to live for the time being. Your day is not yet here. ”

He felt a little bad breathing in his throat: "It's going to kill me?"

"There are guys who are not willing to serve their masters while they are alive, and these liquids are meant to solve this problem. The Crypt Lord glanced at the expressionless Kel'thugad and said, "Come on, I'll show you." ”

Anubaraq took him to a single-room prison where two prisoners were kept. From the hand-woven clothes on their bodies, it can be seen that they are ordinary villagers. The man took the woman in his arms and shook slowly, her face pale and drenched in sweat. The two of them were still alive, and the woman was clearly sick. Kel'thugad glanced uneasily at the Crypt Lord.

The woman's glass-colored eyes full of despair lit up at the sight of Kel'thugad. "Have mercy on me, sir. My body was dying, and I saw what was going to happen next. Please, let me rest in peace. ”

She is afraid of being a slave to a necromancer. According to Anubarak, she had no choice. Kel'thugad turned her face away in disgust, she wouldn't live long anyway.

She struggled to crawl out of the man's arms and clinged to the prison bars: "Have mercy on us, if you don't help me, at least please get my husband out!" she cried in despair.

"Don't make a fuss, dear. The man whispered behind her, "I won't leave you." ”

"Let her be quiet!" Kel'thugad whispered to Anubrak.

"Do these noises make you sad?" Anubarak said, his claws reaching over the fence and striking the woman through the heart with lightning speed. Then the Crypt Lord shook his hand casually, and the corpse slammed to the floor.

Her husband was so grief-stricken that he couldn't stop crying. Kel'thugad turned away with a hint of guilt, but suddenly it was as if it were frozen: the female corpse began to bow heavily from the stone floor. The male villager was dumbfounded and speechless.

The woman's skin began to turn a slight grayish-green color. The symptoms of spasms gradually disappear. She staggered to her feet. The female corpse turned her head, and then saw her husband, and her whole body began to tremble: "Guard, get this man out!" she shouted angrily.

The guards did not move. With a groan. She held out her fingers and grabbed her messy brown hair, so that Kel'thugad could get a good look at her face this time. The veins beneath her skin darkened, and her eyes were filled with wildness and madness.

Her husband hesitated and asked, "Honey, are you okay?"

A pained smile flashed across her face, and as her husband hesitated to take a step forward. She roared, "Don't come near me again!"

Ignoring her protests, the man continued to walk towards her, and she pushed him away violently, with such force that he flew straight into the fence, slowly slid down, and fainted to the ground.

"Stand back. "She's almost yelling at her throat right now. "Shoot you. She slowly leaned back with her arms folded until her back was against the wall opposite the prison. "Shoot you, shoot you. She whimpered, and something started to get wrong.

Kel'thugad looked at the woman in bewilderment. She raised her hand into the hole in her chest, hissing and twisting her face, and then she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them with relish. After a while, she suddenly pounced on her husband in impatience, revealing her white teeth.

The man screamed, blood splattering onto the cell floor. Kel'thugad winced and stepped back, closing his eyes. But it didn't help, he could still hear the indescribable sounds: tearing, tearing, munching. The intermittent sobbing indicates that the undead woman was aware of what she was doing for a certain time, but was helpless.

Disgusted and terrified, Kel'thugad teleported himself outside of Naxxramas. Then he vomited in a big gulp. He picked up a few clumps of immaculate snow in his hands and wiped them vigorously on his face and mouth, feeling as if he could never be innocent again. What kind of thing did he get involved in?

His chaotic thoughts gradually became clear. The wizard seemed to be more than just a scholar interested in the forbidden academic field, and his plans were more than just strengthening the building's defenses. He is mass-producing liquids that turn people into zombies. The pyramid also contains a lot of supplies, weapons, armor, and training grounds.

This is far more than is needed for defense, and they are preparing for a war.

Suddenly, a gust of yin wind struck, and a group of yin spirits appeared in front of him. He had read about them at Violet Castle years earlier. They are made of translucent, cloud-like material, and their eyes are always filled with intense resentment.

One of the ghosts floated closer and asked, "Look." Your cleverness doesn't work. You don't want to run away from your master. What can you expect to do? Where are you going, and more importantly, who will believe you?"

Fight or flee? Of course, he could make a heroic choice, but he would die a meaningless death. If he could become the wizard's apprentice, Kel'thugad would be able to take his magical practice to the next level. With enough training, Kel'thugad was able to surpass the wizard or end the wizard's life behind his back.

He nodded at the Shadow, "Very good, take me to him." ”

The ghost teleported him back to the castle and carried him through hall and room after room, until Kel'thugad knew he couldn't remember the way he had come. Eventually, he and the wraiths finally arrived in a huge cavern deep underground, and the damp cold air penetrated through the bones. In the middle of the cave is a snow-capped rock, around which a staircase spirals.

The Shade and he began to climb the stairs. He was so excited that he felt that he was walking slower and slower, so he quickened his pace. But Kel'thugad's approach didn't work, and he felt a ghost pulling him up. It seemed that the long journey through the Northlands had left him more tired than he had imagined.

Looking up at the high rock spire, Kel'thugad could see a huge crystal, a crystal that was not stained with a single snowflake. It emits a faint blue light that makes people dizzy, but there is no sign of a wizard.

A ghost picked up a wind and pushed Kel'thugad forward, his steps staggering again. He clutched his cloak impatiently and forced himself to keep climbing. Wheezing violently from time to time.

Time passed, and a sudden ice rain alerted him. He stopped in the middle of the stairs, leaning on his wand. The air smells rancid, making it difficult to breathe. He had to gasp and shout, "Let me rest for a while." ”

The ghost behind him said, "We can't rest, why should you?"

Kel'thugad had to climb again, hunching his shoulders to cope with the growing fatigue. He looked up as best he could, getting closer and closer to the crystal. From this distance, it looks like an uneven throne. Dark shadows surged in it. The bad omen is becoming more and more obvious.

The ghost brushed him, and he couldn't help but scream. Echoes echoed throughout the cavern. He wrapped himself tighter in his already soaked fur cloak, and his hands trembled. Kel'thugad's breathing was rapid and low, and his sudden fear made him feel the urge to run. "Where is the master?" he asked, his voice trembling a little.

There was no answer, only hail lashing his body coldly. He stumbled upwards, his throne glowing with oppression and forcing him to bend his head. Kel'thugad could barely move forward, not for long. He just had to lie on the ground like a dog.

Kel'thugad then heard the wizard talking directly to him, a voice that sounded kind and distant. That's your first lesson, I don't care about you or your people. On the contrary, I am going to carry out a great purge of humanity in this world. There is no doubt that I can do it.

The ghosts relentlessly urged him on, and Kel'thugad finally threw away his wand and began to crawl despite shame. The wizard's malice pushed him to the ground, deep into the snow. Kel'thugad's whole body trembled like chaff. Whimpering, it wasn't due to tiredness, it was all due to excessive fear. Gods, he was wrong—the Iron of the Universe could not forge such a big "wrong" word.

You'll never want to take advantage of me. I never sleep. I guess you can also guess that I can read your heart as easily as you read a book. Don't expect to beat me. Your insignificant mind simply can't harness power. I'm easy to deal with you.

Kel'thugad's robe was torn, and his legs were in vain against the ice stones on the surface of the rough wooden steps. He struggled to climb up, his hands and knees leaving bloody streaks on the stairs behind him. The throne exudes a biting cold, and the fog envelops all around. This is not a crystal. It's a whole block of ice.

Immortality is wonderful, but it can also be great suffering, a pain you haven't tried yet. If you dare to openly rebel against me, I will teach you what I have learned about the so-called "pain." You're going to just want to die.

He came a few steps away from the throne, and was held back by the overwhelming power and hatred that could not take a step forward. An invisible force knocked him to the ground, pressing the side of his face against the boulder. "Please. "He felt like he was soaking wet. "Please. ”

Eventually, the pressure eased, and the ghosts drifted away, but Kel'thugad knew it was best not to get up. Puzzled, his eyes wide open, he reluctantly searched around for the figure of the man who had caused him pain.

A metal armor sat upright on a throne - though it looked more like it was sitting on a throne - and Kel'thugad thought it was pure black, and he noticed that the surface of the armor did not reflect any luster. In fact, the longer he looked at it, the more he felt that it had swallowed up all the light, the hope, and the mind.

The tapered helmet, inlaid with sapphires, was as rich as a crown, but the helmet was empty, like the rest of the body's armor. The armoured hands clasped a large sword with a cross-legged sword, and the words were etched into the sword: Strength is then, despair is then.

As my deputy, you have access to knowledge and power far beyond your ambitions. But in exchange, you will always serve me, whether you live or die. If you betray me, I will turn you into one of the walking dead, still serving me.

Serving this ghostly being, whom Kel'thugad began to call the Lich King, would bring great power to Kel'thugad...... and the Curse of Immortality. But this realization came too late. What's more, for a person who will not be "completely dead", the curse actually means little.

"I'm yours. He said hoarsely.

In response, the Lich King showed him a vision of Naxxramas. The black-robed men formed a large circle around the perimeter of the glacier, their arms swirling with dark magic, humming in a language that Kel'thugad did not understand, and their arms bobbing up and down. The ground trembled beneath their feet, but they still cast their spells.

You will bear witness to my power. You will be sent among the living to gather like-minded people with you so that you can carry out my plan. Through deception, persuasion, sickness, and power, I have established Azeroth, which I control.

Kel'thugad was surprised to see that the ice began to move and break, and the top of the pyramid gradually pierced the frozen ground and rose from the ground. The black-robed man chanted his magic harder and harder, and the massive pyramid burst out of the ground in disbelief. Large chunks of earth and ice were pushed away by the explosive force, and soon the entire building began to slowly but surely break away from the earth's restraints, and finally, Naxxramas floated proudly in the air.

And this will be your flagship. (To be continued.) )