The factory that had rushed out of the large ooze monsters and a large number of skeletons was now empty, and the floor was covered in slimy purple-black blood and a mess of internal organs.

In the middle of the factory building there is a cauldron more than one person high and two meters in diameter. The internal organs taken from the corpses were boiled in this cauldron, emitting a stench that was disgusting to the point of suffocation.

On the edge of the cauldron, seven necromancers in black robes prostrate on the ground. The object of their worship is a skeleton with an upper body and an empty robe like a skirt on the lower body, strung together by chains.

This is the heroic class of the undead and the death knight - the lich, who specializes in death and frost magic. Progressed from the best of the necromancers, or corrupted by high-level spellcasters of other races. Where they are, there is always plague and death, intrigue and betrayal.

However, at this time, the lich was facing a spell projection and explained, "Dear master, this was just an accident. One of our experiments was very successful, and the resulting carrion ooze monster could evolve through learning. I dare say it's going to be a new class that's even more powerful than Abomination! ”

"Idiot!" The spell projection shouted angrily. The subject of the projection wears a purple-black robe with a skull hanging from the neckline. Silver-white hair is tied in two braids and hangs down from the sides of the cheeks. His appearance remained largely the same as before, except that his pale skin and necromantic eyes indicated his status as an undead.

Friends who have played Warcraft or Hearthstone may recognize him as Plaguebringer North, a former high-ranking mage in Dalaran and president of the Lordaeron Psychic Association.

This guy is a poor tech nerd. As soon as she was seduced by the black witch Falina, she was smitten. He became Farina's seventh husband and degenerated into a minion of the scourge of the dead. He was known as the Plaguebringer for his mastery of necromancy and curses, spreading plague and death to the undead scourge.

However, after seeing the undead catastrophe take the lives of countless Lordarens, North, who was already an undead, actually felt compassion. Naxxramas' boss, Kel'thugad, had no choice but to freeze his heart with ice magic. As a result, there is one more off-hand treasure in the World of Warcraft - North's Icy Heart.

Whether it's World of Warcraft or Hearthstone, North is the number one boss in the Naxxramas Plague Zone, and his skills are all summoning skeletons.

At this time, North was furious: "You fools, are the plague cauldron ready?" I didn't send you into this world to make you any ooze monsters. It's for you to spread the plague! What about the results? Before the plague was ready, he exposed himself! ”

The cauldron of plague that North is talking about is the cauldron in the middle of the factory, and the undead scourge uses this cauldron of plague to constantly infect the living and add a steady stream of troops to replenish themselves.

Zombies on Earth today are failures of forced evolution, not caused by viruses or plagues. And the earth does not have Azeroth's magic materials, and the undead have to walk the death plague and have to recraft a new plague for the earth.

North is the plague bringer of the undead scourge, and although he can't come to Earth himself, he has already thought of a way to use the dirtiest internal organs of zombies to refine the plague.

Several groups of necromancers, led by lichs, have quietly descended, using necromantic magic to attract zombies, and then use the corrupted internal organs of zombies to refine the plague.

Unfortunately, a group of lichs and necromancers here have encountered a strange zombie. That zombie has a magical skill - evolution! The lich was immediately attracted to all attention by this magical power.

With most of their energy spent researching and creating carrion ooze monsters, this group of Cauldrons of Plague was still in the preparation stage, and not even a single experiment had been done. Also, they made carrion ooze monsters too high, resulting in an overuse of necromancy that caused all nearby plants to die overnight.

The lich naturally knew that it was himself who had come out of the basket, but he could only deduce with trembling that it was an accident caused by the experiment of the new plague, and at the same time promised: "Master, we will wipe out all the humans who find this place." In no way will affect the owner's plans, I promise! ”

North said coldly: "You'd better not let me down, otherwise, you'll beg me to kill you." ”

"Yes, I promise with my lifebox!" The lich bowed humbly.

The spell projection slowly faded, and the lich finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, he immediately cheered up, and he must destroy the humans outside, or he would fall into a worse fate than death.

"You idiots, don't you hear? Go and kill all the humans out there. Otherwise, you will wait to become the part of the abomination! The lich commanded loudly, driving the seven necromancers out into battle.

The lich took one last look at the only zombie left in the factory, let out a strange "quack" grin, and said, "Little girl, you're much smarter than those fools. He was able to use such a wonderful spell to create a rotting flesh ooze monster that could continue to evolve. You're going to be a good lich in the future! ”

"Alright, you stay here, I'll go kill those damn humans and I'll be back."

The zombie stood there dumbfounded, seemingly unresponsive. He was wearing a white lab coat stained with blood and stains, and the name tag on his left chest read the words "Dr. Kang Yifei". His appearance is not much different from ordinary zombies, the only difference is that his eyes are bright, not dead fish eyes like ordinary zombies.

It's just that after the lich turned to leave, the zombie's eyes fluctuated slightly, and then continued to stand dumbfounded.

When the lich staggered to the door of the factory, he was almost. The six low-level necromancers hid behind the wall tremblingly, not daring to show their heads at all. And in the doorway lay a corpse with a broken head.

"You incompetent and cowardly fools!" The lich yelled angrily, "Follow me!" ”

The lich shouted loudly, but in fact cautiously put on ice armor on himself, summoned two shield-wielding skeletons in front of him, and then cautiously went out.

"Bang!" The ice armor flashed, but it couldn't defend itself against sniper bullets flying more than 200 meters away.

The bullet struck the center of the lich's skull, causing him to tilt his head and nearly break his neck.

The lich quickly shrank back again, and when he turned around, he saw that the six low-level necromancers had not gone out with him at all, and were looking at him with strange expressions at this time.

The lich couldn't hold back his face, and coughed dryly, "Well, I need to prepare again." Also, next time, whoever dares to hide and not move, don't blame me for being unkind! ”

The lich said, using a spell to capture a large amount of reinforced concrete, forming a giant tower shield, enough to block himself completely. Only then did he drive away the necromancers and go out cautiously.