"You have to pay the price of your life for your sinful acts!"

A sword penetrated Kelthuzad's chest, and Varian roared with an angry roar.

"No, death is not the end, we will meet again soon, His Majesty King Varian!"

Faced with his own destiny of death, Kel Thuzad was very calm and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

As if he noticed the tragic abuse hidden in the depths of Kel'Thujad, Varian couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.

With Kel'thuzad's death, the Curse God Cult also dispersed, and all the steamers that spread the plague were destroyed, but the rice containing the plague of the undead had been eaten by countless innocent people at this time.

After some careful inspection, the court mage who was following the army shook his head helplessly.

"It's no longer possible. Your Majesty, all of these people have been infected by the plague and it's impossible to treat them back. Perhaps the best solution is to gather them together and kill them all, otherwise they will all become evil undead creatures in a few days."

"No! I will never point the butcher knife in my hand at the people! I will never!"

Faced with the mage's proposal, Varian, who was righteous, flatly rejected it. This has nothing to do with the gains and losses of interests, but more importantly, the choice of human nature.

They are all their own people, and now they have not yet transformed into undead tribes, so they cannot commit innocent killings while they are still alive.

"But Your Majesty, with more and more undead tribes appearing, our troops are gradually getting short of their strength, and it is impossible for us to stop such a huge army of undead."

With a bang, Varian punched hard on the wall.

"These damn evil believers, spreading taboo evil deeds and bewitching ignorant people, deserve to die!"

"Your Majesty, you must make a decision early, and at least you must isolate these infected people from the plague."

Varian's face became more and more ugly. Finally, he pondered for a long time before sighing helplessly.

"I have to do this. I temporarily close the roads in the town and protect the remaining territory and people. As for those who have been infected with the plague, even if we fight to the end, even if we are eventually torn to pieces by the undead legion, we must not do anything like raising a butcher knife to innocent people."

"It's Your Majesty, your will will be implemented!"

Just after Varian gave the order, a noble general walked up with a change in his face.

"Is there anything wrong? Bolunqing?"

"It's such a majesty. When we were searching, we found out that it is said that in the death swamp not far away, there is an ancient divine sword buried. If you can obtain the recognition of the divine sword, you can master powerful power. If your majesty is lucky enough to obtain the divine sword, perhaps even the tricky undead legion can successfully repel it!"

"It's nonsense, the Death Swamp is full of dangers. How can you let Your Majesty take risks!"

Before Varian could make a decision, a mature and steady old minister directly scolded the noble.

"But if we cannot obtain powerful power, we cannot resist the increasingly huge natural disasters of the undead, we must obtain enough power to protect the people."

"This...that shouldn't be done by His Majesty himself!"

Soon, whether to believe the so-called rumors and take the risk of finding the so-called ancient magic sword, all the ministers here are divided into support, disagree, and three different opinions, and then they argue with each other unstoppable.

"Okay, don't argue anymore!" Varian stopped the quarrel of his ministers: "In order to better protect the kingdom and people, we do need stronger strength, and we will do whatever we can to take the risk of breaking into the swamp of death."

Although he made a different choice, under the guidance of someone who is interested, Varian finally embarked on the tragic fate that Alsace should have borne.

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Time passed slowly, and before we knew it, more than a month passed, and the natural disasters of the undead in the south became increasingly unstoppable. All the major kingdoms were unable to take care of themselves. Only the Kingdom of Lordaeron, which was well prepared, used the arrangements in advance to block the undead army in the Ultratown Mountains.

The dense legions of undead seem particularly gloomy and terrifying under the cover of night. They are dead monsters themselves, but now they extend poisonous claws to the world of the living.

As if they were never tired, most of these were ordinary farmers, but now they were stronger than adventurers. Their hollow eyes seemed to have lost consciousness, and then under the control of the Lich King, they continued to attack human positions.

Even like crazy beasts, their desire for life and blood urges these undead tribes to inspire the ferocity deep in their bones.

The body was like a rusted part, and under the influence of the power of death, it became dry and colder, but the flames of death burning in the eyes seemed to become more terrifying and gloomy.

There are even some undead elite units with a size far exceeding other types. They are all distorted bodies produced by devouring other similar types and increasing their power, and have terrifying powers far exceeding other undead races.

Of course, if this is the case alone, the Undead Legion will not be so difficult to deal with. The more terrifying part is the infectiousness of the undead plague. Once it is killed on the battlefield, the comrades in the previous moment are likely to change and stand up and become enemies again. This is a place that is more desperate than any stronger enemy.

Under the impact of countless undead army, even though Lordaeron was prepared, the front line was still shaking under the endless impact.

"Ah! Kill you monster!"

A warrior tried his best to kill the undead monster in front of him, and cut off the opponent's head with one knife, but the head that fell to the ground was still exhausted and continued to move, as if he was about to bite a piece of meat.

Just when he was slightly lost in his mind, more undead army attacked again as if tirelessly, and then the soldier was inevitably killed by the undead.

Not long afterwards, in the eyes of the remaining teammates, his former comrade stood in the enemy camp with a pale and cold face.

Such things are happening again and again, and more and more soldiers are shaking their morale. Now they have been struggling to protect the front for more than half a month. If this continues, the battle will inevitably collapse.

Seeing that the enemies were endless and never tired, but their comrades around them were constantly sacrificing, and the remaining soldiers gradually became numb and rely solely on instinct to mechanically wave the weapons in their hands.

"No, the opponent has prepared too much this time. This continuous attack has lasted for three days and three nights. Our soldiers cannot get good rest and supplements. If this continues, the entire front will collapse."

At the order of the king, the three legions guarding this side, the three generations of Lei Yingai, Shushan Mo Wusheng, and Artoria, who represents the black dragon with all power, were the highest commanders of the front line here.

At this time, when he heard Mo Wusheng's worried words, Artoria did not say a word, but led the way to the front line.
Chapter completed!