This person was originally trapped, and there was no time to untie him.

Besides, this person will turn into a dead soul. Who knows if he is an enemy or a friend. He did not expect him to break free from the rope. He jumped up and looked around. He seemed to want to find a weapon, but here There is no suitable and let him pick.

He can only pick up a round stick, probably the thickness of the bowl, and it doesn't look so good.

"You guys," the human uncle rushed over with a wooden stick and knocked directly on the head of a cursed believer. His heart seemed to be filled with resentment. The stick used all his strength.

boom!

White red, brain flower splash, this curse is directly scooped up.

Then the next one...

This sudden change has scared everyone, and a few have to leave the battle to retreat. Otherwise, they can't guarantee that this human uncle can distinguish between friends and foes.

The cursed believers were sneaked and killed three. In the midst of the chaos, they began to organize resistance. The human uncle’s body also began to be hurt. The land had to go up to help, but fortunately, there were human uncles fighting in front, and several thieves only Need output, the difficulty has more than doubled.

The eight cursed believers were quickly killed, and the death was basically no difference. They were all broken.

This eye is red, and a pale Mediterranean uncle is actually a broken skull.

After the cursed believers have finished their death, it is the turn of the dead.

The uncle of the Mediterranean stared at the slow-moving undead, and suddenly lost the wooden stick and covered his face and cried.

I don’t know how to do it.

If there is no guessing, these people must have acquaintances of the Mediterranean uncle, perhaps family members, perhaps friends, and at least should be neighbors of the neighborhood. They were arrested and experimented together.

Now, there is only one person left.

These are the true undead. They have been completely undead. There is no way to use them for pharmacy. No matter how good the remedy can't solve the problem, at least no one in Azeroth has researched this medicine.

“Need us to help?” How painful it is to have their own loved ones, Lu Lu feels that he should stand up.

"No, I come by myself," Dahan raised his head violently, and he grabbed the stick again.

Then there was a one-sided slaughter. The big man was covered in wounds, some of them were originally there, some were left by the cursed believers, but his fighting power did not weaken, or his willpower supported him to complete. this matter.

A middle-aged man of thirty or forty years old roared and cried, completing the most helpless and sadst battle in his life.

He wants to kill his relatives and friends, in the most direct way, even if they have already died.

A few people standing next to each other, looking at it all numbly.

"This is Shia, my daughter, how I wish he was not born in this world," the sad father killed a young undead, and he recited the girl's name, Shia, his daughter.

Then he can recognize everyone who is dead in his hands, and sometimes he will talk about things about these people.

For example, one winter, he took his son to the frozen lake to fish, his son fell, the sharp ice pierced his new clothes, the little guy was not happy for several days until he used The fish sold bought him a delicate dagger.

For example, the middle-aged undead called Saide, who is a playmate who grew up with him.

When they were young, they were working on the same farm. One night they were so hungry that they couldn’t stand it. They went to the farm’s kitchen to steal food...

Everyone has an experience that impressed him.

They used to laugh together and work together. Some people even grew up, but unfortunately they all turned into a dead body in front of him.

"Who are you, what kind of power will make humans harm their own kind?" Uncle of the Mediterranean solved the last undead, and confused the tears in his face with his sleeves and turned his head to ask.

"It is the power of evil, sir," Lu returned.

"I killed my loved ones and friends, and I am also evil," said the uncle.

"They are dead, before you kill them," Lu said, and added: "Do you have any other relatives, sir?"

"No, my loved ones, everything about me, are here," the uncle of humanity shook his head. He seemed to have lost all his strength, vitality, and hope in the battle.

"What are your plans for the future?" Lu told the other people to destroy the cauldron, and he decided to leave.

It is not his relatives who died. He can feel the pain, but it is not fatal.

"I don't know, but I don't want to be a dead soul," he said with a grin. "Undead, I want to go out, I can't be a monster I hate."

"Well, we escorted you away," Lu said.

A new mission has appeared on the task reel, escorting Berne to leave.

"Thank you," Bourne struggled to stand up. He picked up the stick and helped the land to smash the cauldron. Lu took the notes from a cursed believer and lit a fire. This church.

At this point, they completed the task of destroying the cursed ritual.

The mark behind the mission becomes deliverable and is delivered to the Quartermaster of Stormwind.

Unfortunately, most of the monsters here are killed by Bourne, so there is no drop of anything. The few people killed by Lu and others have lost some materials and equipment.

There is no value in equipment, but materials, especially two rare materials, are good harvests.

The next step is to **** Born to leave. If Bourne is an ordinary person, this task can be very difficult.

But Bourne is not an ordinary person. He holds a thick stick of a bowl and fights like a madman. His body constantly increases the wound, but there is no sign of falling down, and there is no sign of stopping.

Lu is in front of the road, so as not to encounter an insurmountable existence.

Others need to face only a few scattered monsters. It took about an hour to appear, and they appeared on the edge of the plague.

"I have a little friendship with the people of the Seventh Army." Lu was very appreciative of the farmer's fighting power and decided to help him. With the friendship between the landlord and the Duke of Bolvar Fordag, the military should be able to accept it. Bourne.

"Thank you, I think I have a place to go," Bourne stood on a decaying wooden stake, and he looked into the distance.

There is a **** battle flag floating there.

A group of warriors wearing blood-colored armor are madly killing the undead.

Scarlet Crusade!