Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 536: Dynamics of the various forces
Dark Seer (Necromancer): "Hurry up and make bread from these grains. We must bake enough bread for the whole town before dawn tomorrow. The fate of the Scourge is in our hands!"
The necromancer shouted loudly at the zombie servants who were busy working below. The zombies trembled as they poured the grains into the millstones, pushed the millstones, and ground the wheat into flour.
A group of skeletons worked hard to pull the bellows to bake the flour into bread.
Fortunately, because this is a game, the entire baking process does not need to be fully demonstrated. In just a few seconds, loaves of bread with a slight musty smell and wheat aroma are baked.
The Dark Seer picked up a loaf of bread and looked at it.
[Suspicious Bread (Food/Quest Item)
Eat: Restores 100 points of physical strength within 20 seconds and adds an unknown magical status to you (this effect is only effective for humanoid creatures)
Item Description: A piece of freshly baked bread, still warm and crispy. It seems that due to the material and cooking technique, the smell of the bread has a suspicious smell of mold, but for those hungry farmers, it is still a rare delicacy. 】
Yes, that's it.
The Dark Sage counted the finished products and found that he had made several thousand in the middle of the night.
Enough to transform half the town's civilians into undead.
A skeleton soldier came over with a caravelle sound.
Skeleton Soldier: "Boss, let's stop here for tonight. Can we do it tomorrow? I've been busy all night and my mom sent me a message asking me to go to bed."
Dark Seer (Necromancer): "Shut up and get to work. No one should log off until you're done today, or I'll tear your bones apart and feed them to the dogs."
Several zombie skeletons could only continue to work helplessly. Who asked them to use a free template? And they wanted to join the Scourge, so they could only start from the lowest level zombies and skeletons. Even a ghoul had to be upgraded before it could be transformed.
Fortunately, now is the right time. As long as I convert all the civilians in this town into undead, I will get a few hundred plot points. Then I can advance to become a skeleton warrior, an abomination, or a corpse wizard.
With the dream of getting promoted and getting a raise in salary, a group of skeleton zombies picked up a pile of wheat and started working.
The dark sage nodded in satisfaction and tightened his black robe. A gust of wind brought a whimpering sound from the haunted mill, which startled him.
He looked at the leaky roof with some fear. The swaying ghost fire cast a pale green light on the haunted mill, which was chilling.
The Dark Sage thought that this necromancer was no match for a human. He was too damn scary, just like something out of a horror movie.
Although he had wanted to join the Scourge before and thought that the Necromancer was cool and impressive, he found out only after he started playing the game that the style of the Scourge was really horrible. The Gothic dark style he had imagined was nowhere to be seen. He had to deal with skeleton zombies all day long. If he stayed with these skeletons covered with maggots for too long, he would probably get depression.
But there was no other way. The money to buy this little BOSS template already accounted for most of his savings, so he had to grit his teeth and continue playing.
Just wait until the plot events are over and quickly advance to a lich. Then you will be dealing with high-end undead like the Death Knight and Dark Ranger, and you won't have to look at these disgusting guys in front of you.
Just as I was thinking happily, there was a loud knock on the door.
The huge impact caused the Haunted Mill to stagger.
"Who—who's out there?"
"Open the door, the Church of Holy Light is investigating the undead."
Shit! The Dark Sage suddenly thought to himself that it was not good. How could he still be discovered even though he was so careful? He was obviously very careful.
A zombie who was working showed an apologetic expression. Sorry, man, it's Godwin who is willing to spend money. He will give 1,000 yuan as long as you leak a undead stronghold. It's not bad to make some extra money as a free model player.
Boom! The gate of the haunted mill was suddenly blown open, and a group of Paladins with full buffs led the charge in, followed by a group of apprentice priests and adventurers. The skeletons guarding the gate were instantly chopped into pieces.
A group of trainee priests came in and cast several holy light spells, killing several ghosts in seconds.
The adventurers hacked and killed the zombie skeletons frantically, and half of the undead minions prepared by the Dark Sage were killed in an instant.
The Dark Sage was furious for a moment. It’s all over. It’s all over now. My money is gone!
But it was too late to leave, so I had to fight.
"My servants, come at me!"
He shouted with a hoarse voice while releasing his strongest magic.
Negative energy explosion!
A ball of dark energy bloomed silently among the crowd, and the adventurers felt a chill all over their bodies, and their skin became withered and decayed.
But this power was immediately dispelled by the priest.
Wither ray!
Spear of bones!
"Come on, little ones!"
The Dark Seer wanted to continue fighting, but it was obvious that a mere Undead Wizard was no match for a group of Paladins, and he was chopped to the ground in just a few moves.
After killing all the zombie servants in the haunted mill, the paladins picked up the baked bread, looked at it, and shone the holy light on it. Black smoke immediately came out of the bread.
"These breads are indeed filled with evil necromancy. Fortunately, His Majesty the King had the foresight to burn them all down, leaving nothing behind."
Soon the fire set the haunted mill on fire, and resolved the crisis into thin air.
Within a few days, such scenes could be seen everywhere in Lordaeron, and members of the Cult of the Curse hiding in the Kingdom of Lordaeron were constantly found and eliminated.
It has to be said that the golden tree has brought great benefits to Lordaeron. Almost every town has its own purification team composed of priests and paladins. Such a configuration was unthinkable in the past. In the past, holy light was not something that anyone could practice.
One must have a pious heart and firm belief, and such people are very rare. But for Lordaeron today, it is not difficult to put together a team of Holy Light Purifiers.
After all, everyone under the golden tree is a believer in Holy Light.
However, other human kingdoms that were not protected by the golden tree did not receive such good treatment. In just three days, dozens of undead plague incidents occurred. The favorite method used by the members of the Curse Cult was to add natural plague into the food to infect the citizens who ate it.
After a period of time, they become undead.
Since the social structure of the human countries in the alliance is similar to that of medieval Europe, ordinary farmers cannot bake bread by themselves. They can only exchange wheat for flour from the miller, and then bake bread with the miller.
Therefore, it is easy for members of the cursed sect to secretly attack, causing a large-scale outbreak of the undead plague.
There was even an incident where an entire town was infected and turned into undead.
Coupled with the monster riots in various countries, the nobles of various countries can be said to be in a state of panic.
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You Can't See Me (Rogue): "Ms. Jaina, the town of Rudy is ahead. It has been occupied by the undead. I just came back from scouting the town. The mayor and the remaining survivors have all hid in the church. They are in urgent need of rescue."
Jaina glanced at the small town at the foot of the mountain that was filled with the smell of death. "Didn't the king send anyone to rescue us?"
Ed (Captain of the Militia): "There is no rescue. The king is busy fighting the gnolls. I heard that more than a dozen nearby gnoll clans have gathered together and, under the leadership of a gnoll overlord named 'Uncle Hogtah', have captured the city of Fran. The king has assembled all the armies of the kingdom to recapture the city of Fran and has no time to pay attention to us."
Jaina pondered for a moment, then looked at her companions with a determined look, "Arthas, Thrall, I have decided to rescue the surviving townspeople. In this time of crisis, every survivor is precious. What do you think?"
Arthas nodded. "Of course, but the three of us alone are not enough. We are too few. I suggest gathering as many militias as possible from the surrounding towns and launching the attack at daybreak."
Thrall agreed, "That's right. Maybe we can recruit some adventurers. I've dealt with adventurers before. Although those adventurers are greedy, they are indeed very brave in battle."
"Okay, let's do it. Let's act now without further delay."
Jaina finished, looking at the town in the distance.
Although dealing with a group of undead wizards does not seem as majestic and domineering as slaying a dragon, being able to save innocent civilians is what Jaina feels is the meaning of becoming a mage.
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Dragon Worship Cult - Tower of the Dragon
The five mysterious men walked slowly across the desolate grassland, looking as if they were worried about something.
The Dragon Worshipers wandering around saw the five people, but had no intention of stopping them.
"Do we really have to do this?" a woman walking in front suddenly asked.
"Of course , this is what we have discussed, right? This is the only way to combine the five of us into one."
As they were talking, the five of them had already arrived at the gate of the tower.
Griffith, wearing the leader's robes and a dragon-horned crown, was already waiting at the door.
Griffith (Archbishop of the Dragon Cult): "Ah, it is the great Majesty Alexstrasza who has come to visit us. This must be Morpheus, the Black Dragon King, Kalygos, Nozdormu, and the beautiful Lady Ysera.
I am truly honored that the five dragon kings have come to my remote island together. What made you find me?"
Morpheus (Black Dragon King): "We have a job for you. As far as I know, you helped the Storm Dragon King spread the faith of the Storm Dragon, right?"
"Ah, what do you mean? I have no idea about this. Maybe it was done by a priest who acted on his own initiative. You know that the Dragon Cult worships and serves all the great dragon kings..."
Ysera (Green Dragon Queen): "No need to explain, Griffith. We are not here to call you to task. In fact, we need you to do the same thing. The guardian dragons have always been above the mundane world, but now, we also need some faith from mortals."
Griffith was a little surprised. The guardian dragon possessed the power of protection. This thing itself was the power of law, which was equivalent to another form of divine power, and it was a very high-end one at that.
But I don’t know why I suddenly want to get the power of faith.
But he nodded anyway, "Of course no problem, then whose faith do you want to spread?"
Morpheus smiled slightly: "All!"
"All?" Griffith looked surprised.
Morpheus nodded. "Yes, all of them. The entire Eastern Continent is in chaos now. Everyone is in danger. It is a good time to spread faith. Our five dragon kings control power in different fields. It is better to spread it to mortals than the power of the Storm Dragon."
Griffith nodded. "That's true, but if you want mortals to believe in you, it's not enough to just be powerful. You must respond adequately to the prayers of mortals."
"Don't worry, there's no problem with this."
"Then I will summon the priests."
Morpheus suddenly said, "Oh, there is one more thing. We want to learn how to become priests together. Is that okay?"
Become a priest? Griffith looked at Morpheus speechlessly, thinking what are these people trying to do, I believe in myself?
But he had no reason to refuse. Miracles were not divine arts and did not require absolute piety.
"Of course."
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Time passed day by day, and the chaos in the eastern continent showed no sign of abating. Monsters started riots one after another, and the undead plague was raging. Seeing this, Godwin had no choice but to withdraw his troops, first ensuring the safety of Lordaeron, and at the same time gathering troops to prepare for the arrival of the Scourge.
He was still very confident. Lordaeron had hundreds of thousands of soldiers, the protection of the golden tree, and the assistance of the Church of the Holy Light. If the Scourge dared to attack, they would definitely have the home advantage.
Godwin speculated that the Scourge would most likely start from Quel'Thalas. However, what no one expected was that at noon on the seventh day, when the countdown ended, some shocking news came from Menethil Harbor - the Scourge landed on the beach in the wetlands.
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The long coastline of the wetland has always been a paradise for merfolk. There are countless rivers and swamps here, which are very suitable for the activities of amphibious creatures such as merfolk.
There is even a kingdom of fishmen hidden deep in the ocean.
However, now this place is frozen by frost, and the wide sea surface is covered with thick ice and snow. The biting cold makes the fishmen flee in panic.
Countless undead armies marched across the barren ground, heading deep into the wetland swamp.
The swamps, bushes, grass, trees, everything fell into a state of withering and corruption under the influence of the power of the undead.
This is the Corruption Land of the Undead.
When the Scourge marches, it leaves behind undead rot covered with the power of death wherever it passes. All undead creatures can gain 10% all attribute gains and 100% health recovery speed when fighting on the undead rot.
All life units will be continuously attacked by negative energy.
Similar to the blessing of glory bestowed by the golden tree, the Lich King also infuses his own magic of death into the land he passes through.
At this moment, Gul'dan was riding on Bolerius and flying slowly across the earth.
Even though a long time has passed, traces of the war between the Alliance and the Horde can still be seen here.
The fel storms summoned by the Storm Dragon King still pollute the land, leaving behind a cursed wilderness ravaged by strong winds.
Countless war dead left behind many named and unnamed graves.
At this moment, Gul'dan landed in front of the largest cemetery.
