The editors are on May Day holiday and ignore me...... …… It took Smitz a quarter of an hour to finally finish this sad but creepy horror love story.
No one spoke in the hall on the first floor for a long time, and people were sighing for a long time, sighing for this sad story, but at this moment, someone raised their own doubts with dissatisfaction.
"So, this abomination is Abel?
Is the clone made?
Masrae asked, his eyes reddening.
For the Night Elves who advocate beautiful love, this story is simply a human tragedy, completely unacceptable.
"Yes, Duke Eberlock once received a letter from someone he had entrusted him with, in which he said that he was determined to take revenge on us!"
Smitz said in a deep voice.
"But he's been eaten by his wife?"
Masrae asked.
"Uh, this ......" the innkeeper was speechless.
At this moment, the proprietress Trilaney came over with a plate of dry roast wolf skewers.
"Being eaten by Alyssa, that's just the speculation of the women in the town, they think this is the ending of a sad love story, and then I don't know how to spread it, and people take it as the truth!"
Traleni rested the wolf skewers on the table and told the truth, "But the previous stories are true, I once saw the scene when the Night's Watch killed Alyssa for the first time, and it was heartbreaking. ” "So, after Alyssa was killed for the second time, Abel went into hiding, planning revenge on Nightlight?"
"Now it seems, apparently so."
Smitz nodded, he glanced around mysteriously, and whispered, "A passing Stormwind mage once mentioned that he once saw Abel at the door of the slaughtered lamb tavern in the mage district. ” "Huh?"
Masrae was confused.
"The Slain of the Lamb Tavern is a gathering place and black market for warlocks in Stormwind, where they trade all kinds of illegal materials and exchange evil spells."
Diego explained, "By the way, recruit new people and train them with blood and murder!"
” "Oh, it looks like he's really thrown himself into the arms of darkness!"
Masrae said with some amusement.
To be honest, the Night Elves were originally full of sympathy for this man full of pathos, but seeing him degenerate into an evil warlock, Masrae couldn't help but feel a pang of regret in his heart.
"I'm afraid the realm he's exposed to is far more terrifying than that."
Diego took a sip from his glass and whispered.
He didn't feel sick either.
Even though this is the second time he has heard this story, he feels a burst of sadness and helplessness deep in his heart, which has nothing to do with justice and evil, but purely regret and sigh for a sincere love.
In the face of cruel and cold fate, this love is so fragile and insignificant, just like the real but difficult life.
"You're talking about ......"
"Yes, it's the Scourge Plague, I guess he's working on this!
This abomination is ironclad proof. ” "We must stop him!"
Masrae tensed all of a sudden.
After passing through the Plaguelands, he had learned the horrors of this thing, a terrible catastrophe that could almost destroy an entire kingdom.
There is no other word for "Plague of Nature" that describes it more aptly - a terrible plague of Scourge of Nature!
Just two days later, Diego, who had recuperated, planned to go to the wilderness north of Raven Ridge to find Abel?
This suspicion was further confirmed by the Croby's trail, and it also brought them an unexpected surprise.
Early this morning, his captain Christopher?
Falar's voice burst into the Blood Raven Inn.
"Earl, here we are!"
"Huh?
Didn't I tell you to wait at Raven Ridge for Baron Rainier to return before leaving?
Diego appeared at the staircase on the second floor, frowning.
"We are no longer needed there!
On the night you left, there was an idiot who tried to rush into the village to find trouble, but we easily killed him.
Farrar said triumphantly, looking like a child expecting a compliment.
Diego suddenly felt that it was a mistake to put the Storm Whip in the hands of this guy, but for the sake of him not having poked out any baskets so far, let him take it first.
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"Who did you meet?"
He asked nonchalantly.
Farrar hurriedly spoke.
It turned out that shortly after Diego left with the cavalry, Farrar and the others had taken care of the defense of the village.
Towards midnight, under the cover of a violent storm, the attackers arrived.
It was an army of hundreds of necromancers, swooping out of the wind and rain, climbing over the low walls and charging into the village.
If it weren't for the fact that the officers and veterans of the Storm Whip had fought with this kind of living dead and had rich combat experience, ordinary soldiers would definitely be frightened and their feet would be weak when they encounter this kind of evil ghost that smells all over their bodies and seems to have crawled out of a nightmare.
However, inspired by the officers and veterans who led the way, the Storm Whip recruits eventually emboldened themselves to meet them.
As soon as they fought, they immediately discovered that the zombie and skeleton armies were not as terrifying as they seemed, and that the elite soldiers had been chosen to return the undead to the land of the dead, almost chopping and chopping vegetables.
In the midst of the scuffle, they didn't notice that a middle-aged man with white hair had also died under their swords along with these monsters.
I have to say that this novice necromancer's actual combat experience is too poor, and he has made too many mistakes, and it is these mistakes that buried him in the first battle of his path of revenge.
First of all, he didn't know that he had to hide in the shadows a little further behind his minions to avoid being decapitated by the enemy.
Of course, it's also possible that his psychic skills are limited, and the zombies and skeletons he summons don't have the same residual intelligence as Abomination—even a little, and he must follow in order to control them.
Secondly, his desire for revenge was too eager, on the one hand, he wanted to slaughter Raven Ridge in order to strengthen his undead army, and on the other hand, he was impatient to send Abomination to Nighttown, wanting to teach the Night's Watch a painful lesson.
Regardless, Stormwhip won a big victory, not only defending the village, but also eliminating the culprits behind the attack.
"Sir, guess who the dead guy is?"
Speaking of which, Farrar asked proudly.
"Who is it?"
Diego asked angrily.
"Abel?
Clobi, a very famous fellow, the people of Raven Ridge call him 'Corpse Hideer', he ......"
"Alright, I know him," Diego interrupted Farrar's show-off, turning his gaze to his lieutenant, a veteran from Hearthvale, "what do you do with the dead bodies?"
” "As is the practice in the Plaguelands, burn and bury deeply," the lieutenant saluted respectfully, "and before burying deeply, we also asked the chaplain to perform a purification ceremony and sprinkle enough holy water!"
” "One more question, have you found that necromancer's lair?"
"Found it, my lord, it was a villager from Crow Ridge who brought us to find it, an abandoned farmhouse, in a valley north of Crow Ridge."
"How?"
"The old way, after burning, sprinkle holy water."
"Well done!"
Diego nodded appreciatively, "Tell the guys, hurry up and rest, we still have a long way to go." ” He turned around and walked upstairs, and after a few steps, he stopped again, turned and added.
"Tell the guys, I'm in for a treat tonight, and the spirits are enough!"
"Great, my lord, you are so generous!"
Farrar shouted happily, "But, my lord, don't you really want to hear how we fought those monsters?"
” "Alright, Falar," Diego rolled his eyes and stopped again, "I have a difficult task for you, and in my opinion, no one else can do it, only you!"
” "Your Excellency, just say it!"
The captain of the guard, who felt that he was being taken seriously, said excitedly.
"Do me a favor, my Kodo beast hasn't bothered to wash it for the past few days, and it's starting to grow lice on its body, and one by one it's bigger than soybeans!"
"Huh?
……”