In a ranch east of the city, thousands of believers from the cursed sects were gathering. In the middle of the farm, more than a dozen huge iron pots were being laid. There was a dark green viscous liquid constantly rolling. At the same time, the liquid continued to emit a faint gas around. The believers around were increasingly immersed in this strange atmosphere.

A hooded man in a black robe was standing on a temporary platform and giving a passionate speech.

"Just tonight, when the blood moon is in the sky, all believers will become brothers. The great Lich King will give us eternal life. Those shackles of eternal existence will be broken by us. Tonight, we will get everything we want."

Countless believers became increasingly fanatical under the influence of some hidden power. They fell to their knees and began to pray in some strange language.

And under a huge piece of ice in the distant Northrend's crown glacier, a twisted spiritual consciousness body was emitting a nearly infinite mental power. This consciousness was attached to a black full-body knight armor, and the black helmet was empty at this time. However, in a place invisible to the naked eye, the most terrifying demon in this world is hidden.

Naozu, the former high priest of orcs. He was torn apart by Kiljadan, and even his soul was played with applause. The evil power from the twisted void infected Naozu's soul. He became a special form that was only seen by demons and souls. With the help of the ice from the twisted void, his mental power could easily spread to another continent.

With endless distance, his spiritual body forcibly descended on this farm of Lordaeron. At the moment it arrived, Lin Xuan, who was in the banquet in the city, was suddenly shocked.

"What's wrong?" Medivin noticed his abnormality.

"An unimaginable powerful mental power just passed by Lordaeron. My body always had a constant anti-peeping mental magic. The spell collapsed just now. I have never seen such a powerful mental power. If nothing unexpected happens, those guys should have started."

"Do you need a reminder?"

"Do you think this kind of occasion is appropriate? There is an outsider to remind you of this kind of thing, which is an insult to a country. So, you can only wait for them to discover it themselves."

"Then just sit like this, there may be many innocent people who will die."

"This is a war, a war related to the survival of race. Do you think that if you don't die, you can end? Don't worry, I have arranged to add a fire to them. If the noise is too big, you will naturally notice it here. You just need to remember to promote your research results at the right time."

At the banquet, Terenas II was drinking and chatting with all the guests. Seeing his face full of spring breeze, if he ran over and told him that a group of poor people under your command would rebel, hurry up and manage, probably won’t leave a good impression. Even if it was confirmed in the end, he would probably not get favors.

But at this moment, a palace guard hurried into the banquet hall. He came to Terenas, leaned in his ear and whispered a few times. Terenas's face darkened, and then gave a few words seriously. The guard took the order and left. Terenas seemed not to have thought about what had happened just now, and turned around and picked up his wine glass again.

At this time, a cavalry regiment in the north of the city, which was in a state of rest, received an emergency mission. Everyone was asked to immediately rush to a farm in the east of the city to suppress a cult gathering. This was a cavalry regiment of about 200 people. It had just been on a mission before and was in the renovation period, so it did not participate in the guard work of the palace. The soldiers reluctantly turned over and did not seem to take the so-called cult gathering to heart.

The distance was not far, and the knights rushed to their destination in less than a quarter of an hour. But they did not know that what was waiting for them was not just a group of ignorant poor people, but the minions of the demon.

At this moment, a strange and ferocious army was advancing south in the jungle of the far north of Azeroth.

Thousands of skeletons were walking in the team with broken swords. Then there were corpses, composed of all kinds of disgusting corpses that had not yet been decayed and half rotted. Their movements were stiff and they didn't seem to have strong practical ability. However, their lack of pain and fear of life and death was a perfect cannon fodder.

There are some tall corpses in the middle... corpses. Yes or corpses. But these guys are giant corpses that are sewn together by some special method. They are surrounded by rough iron chains or holding giant blunt objects. They are definitely nightmarish for human soldiers. These guys have an extremely apt name, hating.

And in the middle of the corpse, there are some monsters with agility and limbs on all sides. They are natural disaster hunting dogs and ghouls.

Among these twisted death legions, there are several knights riding nightmare war horses and wearing black armor. The number is not large, but the dark aura on their bodies covers the messy corpses far away. These are special products of some death knights attached to humans by dark magic. They are between life and death and maintain a powerful existence of self-awareness. They are also the real pillars of the Scourge Legion. After all, unfamiliar skeletons are corpses, and in terms of intelligence, there are too many shortcomings. The Death Knights appeared to make up for this. They are the commanders of the Scourge Legion.

In the air, some bat-like monsters were flying in the air. They were air killers and gargoyles evolved from vampire bats, signing contracts of the Scourge Legion. And among these gargoyles, there were some larger flying units. The dim night sky could not see their shapes. But the aura that was different from other Scourge Units represented that they were obsidian destroyers from the hands of the Qila Zerg. An alchemy puppet used to fight against the dragon. The nightmare of all living beings.

The huge legion was moving forward slowly but silently. Behind the Scourge Legion all over the mountains, some huge figures appeared and were the figure of a giant dragon.

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In the suburbs of the east of the city, a knight was galloping desperately. Everyone was dead, he was the last survivor. A sickle stabbed deeply on his back, and blood had already soaked his underwear. He felt a burst of dizziness, which was completely supported by his will.

It was not an ordinary cult gathering, but something the demon believers were planning. They might create chaos in the city, or simply to be unfavorable to the palace. Those believers have extraordinary combat power and they are enough to pose a threat to the palace. And if they are scattered into the city, it would be even more of a nightmare. The knight understood this, so he rushed back desperately, hoping to send the information back in time.

On the farm, baptism has reached its last moment. Thousands of believers chanted strange spells loudly. In the void, the breath of death slowly penetrated into their bodies. However, at this time, a sudden change occurred and a foreign object was thrown into the middle of the believers. It was a broken head.
Chapter completed!