Arthas saw the soil under the wooden house suddenly turned red, as if it had turned into smoldering coal.

Immediately afterwards, huge waves of flames more than ten meters high gusts gushed out of thin air, like a crater suddenly appeared in this sunny wilderness. The entire "House of Death" did not even have the chance to fall into it, and it was instantly swallowed up, turning into black charcoal amid the explosion.

At that moment, there was nothing else in Alsace's vision except the fire in front of him.

Countless scorching fire snakes flew around, swallowing up the living dead who had not yet had time to run out.

Everyone had to cover their faces with their palms to resist the waves of air coming towards them.

When the flames calmed down, only a pile of black ruins were left where the wooden houses were originally towering.

Arthas turned to look around, and ashes fell on everyone around him, and he probably wasn't much better.

On the path, Kelthas was slowly walking here, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

The prince breathed steadily: "How are you Gianna?"

"I'm fine..." The female mage's face had been blackened by smoke and dust. Only traces of flesh could be seen where the sweat slipped down.

Her attention was not here, but she looked ahead, as if she was still staring at the monsters that no longer existed: "Those things... are very likely undead."

"The Holy Light bless us." Arthas's face was gloomy: "I thought such a monster was just made up for scaring children."

"No, they are real," Jaina took a deep breath to calm herself down: "Generally speaking, the undead are usually people who die. They wander around the world, and are usually the source of those horror stories."

Arthas was listening carefully, hoping to find out the truth behind this horrific encounter just now.

He had always thought Jaina was a little nerdy before, but now he felt very grateful.

"Some documents of Dalaran have been recorded that powerful psychics can revive dead bodies. But this knowledge is strictly prohibited from contact, and some people are even expelled..."

Jaina has slowly recovered from calmness, as if she was reciting academic documents instead of explaining an unimaginable horror: "So I've just heard of it, but never seen it with my own eyes."

"I've seen it..." Farrick suddenly spoke, and the gray hair on his forehead was soaked in sweat: "I've seen this kind of thing in the Orc War."

"Orc warlocks can summon skeletons and zombies..." The captain's face was a little pale, as if he remembered the most terrifying memories: "And those damn death knights."

At this moment, the stench full of sweetness came again with the wind. Several people looked against the wind and found that the stench came from a lonely hill not far away. On the top of the hill was a cylindrical grain storage.

And the Kelthas Sun Chaser was already standing there at some point.

The green grass leaves under his feet covered the hillside, indicating the abundant nutrients in the soil.

The land around the barn was pitch black and there was a faint green mist.

"Dead..." Everyone heard Kelthas murmuring, "This land is dead."

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The soldiers left the dilapidated farm in silence, and Alsace and Jaina who were walking in front of them looked even more gloomy.

Things seem to be moving in the worst direction.

He had just ordered people to check the strange barn and confirmed that it was the culprit of this terrible disaster.

The grains in the granary are naturally the way to spread this natural disaster.

And he was also shocked to find that all the grain boxes in the barn had Andorhal's seal.

Andohal is a material distribution center in the Northern Autonomous Province. If these polluted grains come from Andohal, it is difficult to estimate how many villages have been infected.

This natural disaster has obviously spread on a large scale.

What's worse is that all signs are showing that this natural disaster is obviously related to magic, and that it is the darkest evil magic - the undead witchcraft.

The undead witchcraft is closely related to the orc invasion twenty years ago.

Arthas unconsciously recalled his battle with a remnant of the Black Stone Orc who slaughtered several civilians just to sacrifice what he called the "demon master".

Is all this a conspiracy of orcs?

But anyway, the most important task now is also clear - finding and destroying all contaminated barns.

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Three days later...

Bang!

The huge warhammer hit a living dead man, breaking it up into a pile of rotten flesh and blood.

Arthas scanned the undead that kept coming from the surroundings. These people had been dead for a long time.

The stench emitted from their bodies is no longer so strong and pungent, and their bodies gradually become mummies, like skeletons wrapped in shriveled leather.

Some of them have even corroded into white bones, with some rags and armor hanging on the skeletons. When they pounced on Alsace, they made waves of bones rubbing and colliding.

The soldiers raised their iron shields to form an indestructible line of defense, like a metal dam, resisting the tide of corpses that were constantly rushing over. The long sword kept piercing out of the gaps in the shield, allowing one skeleton and zombies to return to the arms of death.

Arthas held up the war hammer from time to time, and the pure golden light shone on him. The soldiers shined by the holy light regained their vitality in a blink of an eye. Some small wounds on their bodies stopped bleeding and slowly healed.

Behind the human soldiers, more than a dozen dwarves stood on the wooden box, and the long-tube hunting rifle in their hands erupted with thick smoke and flames. As the gunshots were fired, the flesh and bone chips in the corpse were splashing everywhere.

Jaina and Kelthas, who were protected in the center, kept releasing magic. The golden fireball dragged its long tail flames into the sea of ​​corpses. Explosions came one after another, and the shock waves pushed the walking dead and swayed left and right.

However, there are too many undead.

Arthas looked up and saw a huge granary vaguely behind the dense and hairy corpse.

There is a nearby grain distribution center, and all the clues they have tracked down in the past few days have pointed here.

However, as the troops approached the town called Brier, flowers and weeds were no longer seen on the land, and the trees withered and died, and more and more undead they encountered.

The shock and fear of the first encounter with the undead has subsided, and everyone is left with numbness after killing countless times.

Alsace also found that killing these monsters even felt better than killing orcs.

Perhaps as Jaina said before, those orcs may be like humans, a race with emotions and spirituality.

The monsters in front of him were just some corpses and some puppets controlled by magic. As long as the puppet lines tied to them were cut off, they would fall down and turn back into dead people.

After a day and night of bloody battles and heartbreaking sacrifices, Alsace's troops finally pushed the front line here, but it was difficult to make progress.

It seemed as if someone had moved all the dead bodies in all the surrounding villages here and then resurrected them into dead spirits.
Chapter completed!