Before Lordaeron was captured by the Scourge, the Eastern and Western Plaguelands, as well as the current Undercity and Tirisfal Glades, were collectively known as the Great Tirisfal Province.

Since the virulent plague completely polluted East Tirisfal, these dozens of corroded cities and counties were renamed the Plague Land, and the narrow Sodoril River was regarded as the east and west sides.

dividing line

The pollution in the Eastern Plaguelands is more serious than that in the Western Plaguelands. There are almost no normal creatures here. Dark-winged bats and demon dogs all over the mountains and plains attack all living people passing by, and the scavenging maggots that can be seen everywhere make this ghost place even more...

Stinky

"God, this is a big shithole!"

As soon as Reagan and his party stepped off the Sodorir Bridge, an outrageous stench hit their faces.

Roxas pinched his nose to shoo away the flies hovering above his head, "Now I really admire those guys from Silver Dawn for being able to fight against natural disasters in this environment."

"This is nothing, man, my godfather has been in the place you call a cesspit for more than ten years!"

Regan raised his eyebrows at Tirion who smiled bitterly, avenging him for teasing him and Sophie that morning.

"Ahem, be tolerant to the elderly, my child."

Tirion coughed twice and said "seriously", "When you live to my age, you will realize how difficult it is to still have a childlike innocence that can quarrel with young people."

"Okay, old man,"

Regan rolled his eyes, drove his horse to Sophie, and talked to Sophie who was covering her mouth and laughing.

"You little brat who can't take a joke"

Tirion turned his head boredly, preparing to find an orc to chat with him.

Suddenly, a sound of swords clashing came from the woods to the east. Everyone's expressions froze and they stopped laughing.

"Get off your horses and go over and have a look!"

Tirion whispered to everyone and ducked into the dense woods.

Regan carefully pushed aside the grass and saw dozens of ghouls, led by a death knight, besieging an undead that looked like a hunter.

"Hey, why are there undead on both sides?" Sophie asked in a low voice.

Tirion looked at it carefully, shook his head and said, "Although they are all undead, they are not the same group."

"The undead hunter with the bow, his name is Nathanos Maris," the old knight nuzzled at the muscular figure that was moving and dodging.

"Once the most outstanding human ranger in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, he was also the only foreign ranger lord recognized by Silvermoon City, an excellent commander and warrior."

"But wasn't he killed in the defense of Lordaeron?" Regan asked puzzledly, "I remember seeing in the Royal Library of Stormwind Fortress that his name was listed on the list of senior officers killed in action.

"

"Nonsense, how could he be like this if he hadn't died?"

After glaring at Ragen, Tirion explained in a low voice, "He is now the Dark Queen's beloved general, Nathanos the Wither of the Undercity."

"What an infatuated Alliance general!" Regan said with a sarcastic smile, "I heard that he was deeply in love with Sylvanas during his lifetime, but he didn't expect that he would be willing to become a living corpse with her after his death."

"It seems that the MI7 agents who have disappeared without explanation in recent years should all be the work of this general."

Roxas snorted coldly after hearing this, "Dirty creatures who forget all their relatives and friends once they become undead. They actually have the nerve to call themselves the Forgotten! If the tribe didn't need their power in the eastern continent, ours would

The wargs have trampled them to pieces!"

"It seems that our orc friends don't want to interfere with this business," Regan shrugged, "So, old man, let's get straight to the point and go to the chapel."

Tirion frowned and looked back at his companions with different expressions.

"It seems that I have to correct your cognitive errors; although the Forsaken are evil, they also hate natural disasters. Regardless of your senses, today we need every power that can be united. Moreover, the Dark Queen Sylvana

Si has always been indifferent, and helping her general is a perfect opportunity for us to show our goodwill to the Undercity!"

Tirion picked up the war hammer on the ground and waved his hand at everyone who was looking at each other, "What are you waiting for? Come with me and smash the heads of those natural disaster bastards!"

——"Broken bones, bite his neck off!"

Nathanos dodged the spear thrown by a skeleton, turned around and burned several ghouls to charcoal with a flaming arrow; at the same time, he commanded his desolate dog to attack the death knight.

"Futile resistance..." Orbaz. Blood Venom turned sideways slightly, dodged the sharp claws of the Desolate Dog, and at the same time drew out the rune sword from his waist.

"Ouch~" A sword light flashed through, and the Desolate Dog howled and was chopped into two pieces.

Orbaz pursed his lips, looked at the twitching dog corpse on the ground, and slowly sheathed his sword.

"Wither of the Undercity, do you think you can run away this time? Both pets have died. As a hunter, the only thing you can rely on now is the bow in your hand."

"So what!" Nathanos kept walking, pulled out the bowstring and fired another arrow, which instantly penetrated the hearts of the two ghouls. "The warriors of the Queen of Darkness never give up. They can knock you down even with bare hands.

These offal!"

A cruel smile appeared on the corners of the Death Knight's lips. This venomous lord with a high status in the Knights of Acherus was an out-and-out pervert. His greatest kindness was to release diseases and plagues on the victims, and then kill them.

Let this poor ghost go and help him spread the plague. No one has ever died under his knife. If forced, he would rather summon his most loyal servants to tear the enemy in half, and his most proud trick is to tear an enemy in half.

Torture people until they commit suicide

Orbaz raised his right hand slightly, and several ghouls that had just fallen struggled to get up again.

"Then please continue, I would like to see how many arrows you still have in your quiver for you to spend..."

Nathanos snorted and shot the ghoul to the ground with a few more arrows, but the magical flames attached to the arrows were no longer as dazzling as before. It seemed that his magic would be exhausted before the arrows were exhausted.

The Blood Venomous Lord smiled proudly. He seemed to have seen the commendation given to him by the Great Lord.

However, a flash of white light broke Orbaz's fantasy. He frowned slightly and drew out his long sword, splitting a battle ax that was shooting towards him into two pieces.

"There are actually people who come to die on their own," the death knight looked gloomily at Ragen and others who jumped out of the woods.

"Humans, elves, and orcs are not the remnants of the Crusaders... but you are really a wonderful combination."

"There will be prizes for correct answers!" Regan clapped his hands and pulled out Sam who was standing behind him. "I will introduce you to a good friend. Maybe you will have more things in common."

"Death knight?!"

Orbaz looked at the young black-armored boy in surprise, and a trace of anger finally appeared on Gujing Mubo's face.

"Ignorant man, how can you stand with these mortals? We are the noble servants of the Lich King!"

Sam was frightened by his angry rebuke and took a few steps back, but after seeing the encouraging eyes of Regan and Tirion, the young man gathered up the courage to shout to Orbaz, "I am not a servant of the Lich King, just Storm

An ordinary soldier in the city! I have my own family and friends, unlike you lackeys who have lost themselves!"

"Be bold!"

Before he finished speaking, the furious Orbaz suddenly stretched out his left hand

"Death Grip!"

A giant palm condensed with dark energy hit Sam overwhelmingly. The young man stepped back in panic, only to sit on the ground.

"snort!"

The two paladins present snorted at the same time, "Justice!"

Two golden holy energy smashed the dark energy into pieces, and shot towards the death knight unabated.

"Ice Toughness!"

Orbaz's dark blue pupils suddenly dilated, and a cold air from the North instantly enveloped his whole body. Then he clenched his hands to protect his chest, and withstood the blows of the two priests.

"Damn paladin!"

The death knight coughed up a mouthful of black liquid, glanced at Regan and Tirion hatefully, and reluctantly raised his hands that were burned to pieces by the holy light, "I want you all to die here! Army of the Dead!"

Countless ghosts and negative energy overflowed from his rune sword, dyeing the nearby air and ground an unclean green; several rotten arms penetrated the soil and slowly propped up the body

"Enjoy these delicacies!" Orbaz stared at Regan and Tirion resentfully, and as he cast spells, more and more ghouls began to crawl out of the ground.

"Oh my God," Roxas opened his mouth in surprise, "A death knight can actually summon so many low-level undead. It looks like there are at least thirty of them."

"Boring sea of ​​corpses tactics," Regen said dismissively, patting Sam on the head, "My little Sam, don't embarrass me like this next time, you're so scared that you lie on the ground."

"I'm not lying down...I accidentally fell..." Sam explained aggrievedly like a little daughter-in-law.

"Okay, okay," Reigen waved his hand impatiently, "Watch how people use the power of darkness. Next time I want you to use that... something to grab the enemy."

Orbaz was not very far away from them, so Regan's words fell into his ears word for word. What made the death knight lord vomit blood even more was that this shameless paladin actually still left

Just summon the ghoul yourself and let the natural disaster traitor "observe" your spellcasting!

"You will regret it! Damn humans!"

Orbaz yelled angrily, "Go, servants, gnaw all their bones!"

"It turns out that death knights are nothing more than that," Regen said slightly, pushing his holy power to the limit, leaping high from the ground, and smashing into the many ghouls who had just climbed up like meteors.

"Holy light. Save the dead!"

The Great Royal Sword penetrated the ground fiercely, and dozens of long and thick bundles of holy flames suddenly overflowed from the ground, entangled like vines around the ghoul who had just crawled out of the ground.

The immobile low-level undead screamed angrily, trying to bite off these invisible locks with their dirty mouthparts dripping saliva, but they soon paid the price for their stupidity - without exception, they were burned by the holy flames.

fly ash

Tirion, who was on the sidelines, was surprised to find that Regan's golden holy flame actually contained a trace of pure white holy power. This awe-inspiring energy was exactly the same as his explosion in Anhador.
To be continued...