Morgan Radimore's daughter is very pitiful. In front of her daughter, she killed her father who became a dead man. It seems cruel, but the dead man must be killed. You cannot let him go just because it is your father. Abel, the corpse hiding person is a living example. What is the result? Negative energy will slightly erode a person's mind and shape him into another appearance.

No matter how comforting words are said at this time, it is useless. Silence is better than sound. Not speaking is better than speaking.

The night watchmen dispersed from afar, not ready to disturb the daughter's longing for her father.

On the other hand, the old doctor Gorus led people to search the room of Abel, the corpse hider, and found three major alchemy notes.

To be honest, these notes are not very useful.

It is true that hatred is very strong, but the power is too slow and the target is too big. Like a living target, Vanessa can think of bombardment, but others are not fools, and they can think of it.

The creation of hatred is relatively complicated. In the later stage, the Lich King's army basically cannot see the appearance of this army. Sylvanas has compiled a large number of undead spirits, but he also sent hatred to see the door. Vanessa does not think that her understanding of the undead spirits can exceed these two. They no longer use hatred, so there must be some reason.

She flipped through the notes casually and put them aside. She looked back and read them if she had time!

The day-long deceased activity of clearing the dead ended with nightfall. His subordinates reported that no trace of the black wizard was found today.

"No?" Vanessa remembered that there was a black wizard here. She forgot what the specific name was, but it should be in Crow Ridge.

Didn't that guy come at this point in time? Vanessa thought for a while, then shook her head and threw the black wizard behind her. It's better to have less trouble than more. She might as well go back to repair the tricycle!

The night in the Twilight Forest came earlier than the outside world. They killed more than 200 undeads in one day, and 99% of them were low-level undeads who were slow to move and very slow to react.

It was counted and found that only a few militia were injured and no one died. This was definitely a great victory, but the loss of swords and weapons was relatively large.

Miss Night Watch Commander was not as rich as Jaina, but she was also a rich man. She notified Yese Town about the situation here, mainly the debt problem, and soon arrived at Crow Ridge.

The Eberlock family has lived on this land for more than two hundred years. Poverty now does not mean that their ancestors are poor. They have a background. After discussing with several wise men in the town, the old mayor and duke of Eberlock admitted the debt.

The old duke even proposed that as long as you clean up the undead, they are willing to use gold coins to pay the bill!

Vanessa was overjoyed, it was so rich, it was so nice!

She was so excited about the joyful events that she quickly forgot about the dark wizard. In her opinion, the other party either ran away or didn't come at all.

Mobent Fer is a non-famous necromancer. He has no IQ or talent these days, and he can't even do a bad person well. Magic is an extremely sophisticated subject. Many people cannot reach the level of Kelthuzad or Gul'dan even if they feed their consciences.

Mobent Fer has no talent and has wasted his life without any great achievements. He is called a wizard of the undead, but in fact he is not well-known. Not to mention the outside world, he has no reputation in Twilight Forest.

His life span is about to end. He has been hiding deep in the Crow Ridge over the years, hoping to secretly perform a magical ritual to transform himself into a lich so that he can continue to live.

But today a large number of militia came from the south, completely disrupting his plan.

When the number of militias exceeded 100, he knew that he was not capable of the enemy. When the number of enemies reached 300, he was even more arrogant and did not dare to let out a word.

Professionals can do one to fight ten, and stronger ones can do it, but there are differences between people. Mobent. Moore has no combat experience and has been living all his life. Currently, he is an intermediate mage. Three hundred militias can beat him up.

Using the convenience of dark magic and familiar terrain, he hid in the dark, preparing to wait for the enemy to leave before going back.

The first day was pretty good, the other party was far away from him, and the next day was also worried, but on the third day, a scene that guessed the beginning but not the end happened.

These night watchmen who looked like they were Yese Town discovered his secluded abandoned hut.

It would be fine if it was just discovered. The Necromancer does not think that a group of ordinary militia can recognize their experimental materials. You should know that he had done magic to cover up before escaping.

Some things that look very evil are stones and wooden stakes, which can be said to be of no slight value.

But the militia who came today were different. When they found the abandoned wooden house, they were nervous first, and then they were overjoyed. A bunch of people were so busy that they were helping to move, and moved away all the things in Mobent Fair's house, including the precious materials he prepared for his transformation of the lich! The group of people were extremely arrogant and even built a tricycle to load all the materials they could see and transport into the car, regardless of the sings. Then they left.

Mobent Fer fainted on the spot. When he woke up, he found that these militiamen not only swept away his precious materials, but even his house was burned.

He was so distressed that he almost turned into a lich directly. Fortunately, Azeroth still talked about the basic law. Anger is useful in the Dragon Ball world, but useless in the Azeroth world. No matter how angry he is, he is still the undead mage whose lifespan is about to reach the end, and he will not become a super undead mage.

Following the traces of militia along the way, he wanted to regain his precious materials. Those things were worth a thousand gold. The key was that even if he had money, he might not be able to buy them. This world is extremely repulsive to lichs.

With the idea of ​​becoming a good person if he fails, he is ready to break into the enemy's camp, kill two militias first, transform the militia into undead, and then snowball little by little, forcibly breaking the militia stronghold!

But when he arrived at the outer periphery of the stronghold, Vanessa was just about to sell her cannon to the old mayor of Yese Town. A loud "boom" shocked the undead mage.

The courage he had finally plucked up was beaten again, but he couldn't withstand the shells and could only escape from the scene in shame.

The threat of grief, fear, helplessness and death surged in my heart at the same time. The undead mage was bullied and had no way to survive. If he did nothing, he would die of old age. If he fought back, he would be beaten to death. Both choices seemed to be very good.
Chapter completed!