I, who traveled to Chunwu, entered Stalingrad again?

Zaimuzuo had different opinions on this, not to mention whether these people could help, he doubted whether they would pee their pants when they saw the undead, but their arms couldn't hold their thighs, and Alsace also had his reasons.

"At times like these, my friend, every strength counts."

"If it is your will."

…………

On the third day, four priests from Light's Hope Church found and joined the team, one of them was an elf from Quel'Thalas.Among the high elves there were also believers of the Holy Light, which Zaimuzao didn't know, and made him look at the male elf a few more times.

"May the Holy Light be with you."

What responded to him was a kind greeting, but it was a pity that Cai Muzuo had never believed in any gods, let alone the illusory Holy Light.

These pastors were on business in the capital before, but on the way back to the Holy Light's Hope Church, they felt that the evil power was spreading, so they came here to investigate, hoping to do their best to help the people here.

Under the guidance of the pastor, they quickly discovered traces of the actions of the undead.

On the road ahead, there are traces of a large group of people marching, besides that, there are bloodstains scattered everywhere, as well as abandoned limbs and broken arms.

"Have you found anything?"

Zaimuza saw that the elven ranger Sera picked out a few footprints from the complicated traces and studied them carefully for a while, and stepped forward to ask.

"There are some very interesting things. Look here, ordinary undead's movements are not flexible, their strides are small, and they are accompanied by obvious signs of dragging, but these few places are no different from our ordinary people's steps; in addition, the shoe prints The pattern is quite exquisite, which is completely different from the straw sandals and cloth shoes worn by ordinary farmers; I think someone is controlling the movement of this undead."

"Very good, finally caught them!"

The flames of hatred flashed in Alsace's bright eyes.

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Warcraft - Scourge of the Undead: Chapter 154 Chapter 140 Chapter [-] Acolyte (reward plus updates)

Alsace led Zaimuza and others to follow the footsteps of the undead, and finally caught up with the enemy in another small town.

It was getting late, and most of the town was pitch black, and only the mutilated corpses could be seen everywhere under the moonlight.

While the wandering undead were gnawing, they would let out one or two creepy roars from time to time, announcing the tragedy that happened here.

Only a tower in the center of the town was still ablaze, and shouts of killing came from afar.

"There are people out there who need support, soldiers, come with me!"

Everyone got off their horses one after another. Alsace left a few soldiers and an elf ranger to guard the supply carriage, and then led the others towards the tower.

Timuzuo and more than a dozen other infantry guarded Alsace's left and right, forming a cone formation, and Alsace was the head of the cone.

A few elf archers wandered outside the formation, looking around vigilantly, occasionally picking a suitable prey and shooting deadly arrows.

Out of distrust of strangers, Zaimuko placed the newly joined militiamen at the rear of the formation. They were responsible for killing the enemies missed by the soldiers in front and protecting several priests.

Soon the two sides began to contact, and the undead gave up the corpses in their mouths and rushed towards Zaimuzuo and others.Most of them are zombies that I have seen before, and there are also a small number of skeletons that have just crawled out of the ground with mud on their bodies.

Even though their strength has increased after becoming undead, these monsters can only bite with their mouths, or they only hold low-quality bone knives and agricultural tools, which are still useless for heavy infantry such as Zaimuzao who are armed to the teeth with plate armor. Too much of a threat.

Due to the thick armor and the enemy's poor attack methods, the infantry simply carried their shields on their backs, and opened and closed their one-handed swords as if they were two-handed swords, letting the undead in front of them return to dust.

Cai Muzuo slashed the head of the zombie owl in front of him with a sword, dodged the pitchfork stabbed by another zombie at will, and then cut it off in the middle with another sword. Even so, only the top half of the zombies still stubbornly howled at him Crawling over, his head was soon crushed by another soldier's iron boots.

Counting the teammate's last hit, this is already the No. 20 four undead killed by Zai Muzao.

Alsace is the sharpest spearhead of the team, and his record far surpasses everyone else. He is like a bulldozer, pushing through the tide of corpses in front of him.

The power of the Holy Light filled his body, making him swing the hammer tirelessly. Each hammer was bound to smash one or more undead into pieces. More than two hundred zombies and skeletons fell under his hammer and could not rise again.

But it was somewhat embarrassing for the elf rangers. If the archery they were proud of didn't penetrate the zombie's brain, then no matter how many arrow feathers were inserted into the zombies, it would not be a big problem for the zombies.

It's not that it can't be done, it's just that even if it hits the target, it's a very loss-making thing in their opinion, and the arrows they refined themselves can't be wasted on these wastes.

Fortunately, their long lives made them all versatile, so the rangers simply pulled out their swords and joined the ranks of slaying undead.

The elves' swordsmanship was quick and elegant, and the zombies fell down like harvested wheat, which relieved a lot of pressure on the human wings.

This made Alsace suddenly feel that his private money was not in vain. He was very fortunate to have hired a group of rangers in advance, otherwise the journey would not have been so smooth with only his own manpower.

Only the newly joined militiamen were frightened by the terrifying appearance and stench of the undead, and were in a hurry for a while.

The rotten smell of the zombies covered all smells, so Zaimoza didn't know if anyone peed in his pants.

Fortunately, Alsace and the others' killing spree stabilized the morale of the militiamen in time. Once they got used to the battlefield, they would be able to deal with these undead with ease in a many-to-one situation. Occasionally, someone would be followed by them if they were injured. The priest healed quickly, and so far, Alsace has not lost any of his men.

Everyone slowly but firmly pushed towards the tower, but the closer they were to the undead, the more there were.

Timuzuo could clearly see seven or eight attendants standing on the second and third floors of the tower, shooting downwards with muskets, bows and arrows. The strong man with the ax blocked the door, and a few attendants were behind him holding big swords. They barely resisted the attack of the undead by taking advantage of the geographical advantage.

And on the street 200 meters in front of the tower, a group of humans in black clothes and cloaks appeared. They were making various gestures towards the zombies flocking to the tower. They might be casting spells, and they looked like living creatures. same as people.

Obviously, they are directing the undead to attack the tower, and now they are directing the undead to attack Alsace and others.

"Sera, take your friends and kill them! Farik, you take all the militia and priests to support the tower! Everyone else, follow me!"

Capture the king first, Arthas quickly made a judgment, and led his team to fight a way out of the zombies.

The elf rangers had already targeted the men in black before he gave the order, and soon the group of men in black fell down five amidst screams.

The strong bows of the elves are much farther than the bows and arrows of humans and the muskets of dwarves. This is something that the men in black did not expect. They have been standing in place before casting spells. They are simply perfect targets. Some zombies that are far away from the battlefield immediately Lost control and stopped in place.

Just like most of the undead that Zai Muzao and the others killed before, they will only attack the nearest living beings according to their instinct of hating the living, or wander aimlessly. Only when they are controlled by magic can they be killed The characteristics of fear of death are brought to the extreme.

And when the man in black panicked and was about to turn around and run away, another round of arrows shot over, this time four fell down, and one was shot in the thigh.

Seeing this, the rest of the men in black immediately dispersed, losing their guidance, and the pressure on the human camp suddenly dropped. The humans in the wooden seat and the tower cooperated from the inside out, and successfully cleared away the surrounding undead.

"caught you."

And Alsace didn't have much effort to catch up to the injured man in black. Seeing that he couldn't escape, this guy simply pulled out a dagger and stabbed at Alsace.

It took a lot of effort for Alsace to control the anger in his heart. He threw the warhammer aside, and precisely grasped the wrist of the man in black with his left hand, so that the stabbed dagger was suspended in the air, and then gave him a blow. Ji knocked him down with a ruthless right uppercut, then grabbed his collar and asked:

"Say! Who the hell are you?"

The man in black was completely blinded by the beating, the eyes on his pale face were bruised and swollen from the beating, he stared at Alsace for a long time with gloomy eyes, and then he cracked his mouth and laughed.

"I'm your dad! Little blond boy!"

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Warcraft - Scourge of the Undead: Chapter 156 Chapter 140 Chapter [-] Reasons

"To shut up!"

Furious, Alsace immediately punched the man in black, knocking him to the ground, and then kicked him in the stomach, causing him to bow like a cooked shrimp, and he could only groan in pain.

"I'll give you another chance, who sent you here?"

The man in black panted for a long time and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Yesterday your mother kissed herself on the bed... Ah!"

阿尔萨斯再也控制不住自己的愤怒，带着铁手套的拳头如雨点般往黑衣人脸上招呼，将对方当沙包一样猛揍，好似在发泄着什么。

"Hard bones? I like tough bones. Let me see how capable you are!"

"Let's talk again? Aren't you good at talking? Why don't you say it?"

Due to the appalling remarks made by the man in black and the noble status of Alsace, after the soldiers looked at each other, none of them dared to separate the two.

After Zai Muzuo walked over, Alsace didn't stop. A soldier ran to Zai Muzuo and explained the scene in a low voice. Zai Muzao just nodded and watched Alsace indifferently continue to vent.

By the time His Royal Highness finished venting and calmed down, the man in black had already been beaten to the point of dying.

Zaimuza didn't even look at the man in black on the ground, but took off the water bottle around his waist and handed it to Alsace.

"Thank you."

After discovering the traces of the undead, Alsace rushed here non-stop, and fought all the way after that, sweat had already wetted his originally flowing golden long hair and stuck to his forehead, and his lips were dry and wrinkled.

After a while of drinking heavily, Alsace let out a long breath, and suddenly asked:

"You won't stop me?"

"Why stop it?"

"In order to keep me calm as a prince, or be kind as a paladin, just like Uther said, I can't be blinded by hatred. In addition, if I kill him, you will I can't ask for any information."

Alsace asked, he spent most of his life under the indoctrination of various elders, those older than him always advised him earnestly to do this and not to do that, although Facts have proved that they are always right, but they have listened to too many teachings.

And those servants and courtiers who were the same age as him could still be friends with him when they were young, but they didn't even dare to fart loudly when they grew up. Since childhood, his only playmate was his sister, Jia, who was two years older than him. Leah and another prince, now Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind.

This is also the reason why Arthas likes Jaina. She has the same status as himself, and she always dotes on him more than his mother, conniving at his little actions, and silently supporting him no matter what.

This Major Farric is another special existence. He is one of the adjutants chosen by his father. Like other military officers, he is loyal to the king first and not to him as a prince. At the beginning, Alsace was among the many candidates. He was chosen because he instinctively wanted to choose an adjutant who was similar in age and more familiar, but in later contact, he found that Major Farik was completely different from the others.

Farric was seven or eight years older than himself, but he always gave his opinions to the end, even if his actions did bring about irreversible consequences, such as the tragedy that happened in Steinbrad.

It was obvious that his status was much lower, but Alsace vaguely felt that this adjutant never thought that he was half a head shorter than anyone else in his heart, and he had his own pride.

Even Alsace found that sometimes Farric would look at him with pity, which Alsace, who was used to seeing respect, jealousy and envy, had never experienced before.

Alsace is now looking forward to how the Captain Farric will answer.

"The followers of these cursed sects are dead men. Interrogating them is a waste of time. I have no opinion on how you want to deal with him, Your Highness."

Zaimuzuo sneered. The first time he saw these men in black, he found that these guys were very similar to the basic unit of the undead race in the game - the acolytes. They could collect gold mines and summon construction from the corrupted land. In the plot, they will also pretend to be civilians to perform various tasks. It should be the loyal followers of these cursed sects who spread the plague around the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

These acolytes could even sacrifice themselves to become invisible ghosts for investigation, and Zaimokuza felt that it was impossible for him to pry information from these fanatics, so he simply made a suggestion that satisfied Alsace very much.

Arthas nodded, waved to the two soldiers to finish off the acolyte, and then the whole group walked towards the tower.

The heavily armored man who stood in the tower to withstand the attack of the undead had already disarmed and leaned his ax against the wall, while he was drinking heavily with a jug of wine.

A few servants were wiping Jon's already dyed red armor, which was covered with human bones and minced meat.

After seeing Alsace and others coming in, he raised the flagon and laughed loudly:

"Ha, here comes our savior! Would you like a bite, pretty boy?"

"no."

"That's a pity. This is our baron's treasure, and we are reluctant to take it out a few times a year."

The big man said so on his mouth, but there was no regret in his hand. He took another big gulp into his mouth, and then said slowly:

"By the way. By the way, who the hell are you? Pretty boy?"

Even though he had just experienced a big battle and was highly nervous, Alsace couldn't help laughing out at the arrogant and rude tone of the strong man in front of him.

"Prince Arthas Menethil, what about you?"

The big man gasped, and almost spit out the wine he had just poured into his mouth, but he immediately regained his composure, and he knelt down on one knee to salute Alsace.

"Dag'or is at your service, Your Highness."

Arthas didn't waste any more time making jokes, but asked carefully what happened here.

It turns out that this big man is the chief knight and sheriff of the local baron, and he is responsible for protecting the baron and maintaining the law and order of the town on weekdays.

About a week and a half ago, some mysterious people appeared and sold food to urban residents. Since the price was equivalent to one-fifth of the world's price, the appearance immediately aroused the looting of ordinary people.

Of course, this also attracted the baron's attention, because the only two grain stores in the town belonged to him, and the sales volume dropped to almost zero that day. This was undoubtedly provoking the baron himself, buying grain from the surrounding villages at a low price And selling it at a high price was originally his source of income.

The furious baron quickly ordered the arrest of this group of mysterious people and confiscated all their food.

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Warcraft - Scourge of the Undead: Chapter 157 Chapter 150 Money touches people's hearts

Through torture, the baron soon learned that the grain was old grain accumulated in a warehouse in a nearby village, so it had a faint musty smell.

He didn't have too much doubt, and randomly picked up a few crimes such as gathering a crowd to make noise and disturbing the law and order, and imprisoned this group of mysterious people in the cell, and then moved all the food into his warehouse unceremoniously.

Naturally, the Baron himself would not eat this kind of stinky food. If he just sold old food at a low price, he would not make much profit. After all, the people would not buy his high-priced new food when they were full.

So he very cleverly mixed the new grain in his hands with the so-called old grain at a ratio of 1:1, and then sold it at [-]% of the price of the new grain. This trick was really popular, and almost all the residents of the small town would buy some of it When storing grain, in addition to being stingy by nature, he also gave his servants and livestock as food the insatiable old grain.

As a result, when the disaster happened last night, the poor baron was gnawed off half of his head by his personal maid immediately, and the leaderless defenders could only fight on their own. Some smart people robbed the horses in the stables and fled , the scene was chaotic.

The big man who lost his mount couldn't escape, so he had to take the survivors all the way to fight and retreat, and hid in the tower that was originally a public security station.