Locke, who received the report, suddenly tightened his heart, he knew who those people were!

Cursed Sect!

The notorious organization that serves the Lich King's Scourge is the enemy of all living beings, an army of ordinary living people who are so wicked that they don't consider themselves human, and are even proud to have been transformed into necromancy!

These fanatical spies, soldiers, and psychics dedicated to the Scourge Legion wanted to live forever, and they dedicated their souls to the Lich King. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Locke's heart was a little tight, could it be difficult to say that he had already attracted the attention of the Lich King?! Moreover, I have neglected this organization a little, and the place where they are most active is here! Their home base is at the Psychic Academy!

No! No, the Lich King is still asleep at this time, and Arthas hasn't completely fused with Naozu yet! He hasn't woken up from the Frozen Throne yet, is that him?

Kel'thugad?!

Locke pondered.

The leader of the Cult of the Damned is Kel'thugad, who serves the Lich King.

About this celebrity, Locke still remembers quite clearly.

He was once the Archmage of Dalaran in the City of Mages, one of the members of the Council of Six of Kenrito, one of the disciples of Archmage Antonidas, and the most promising mage of Dalaran.

He was on the front lines of the war between humans and orcs.

Kenrito is the leading authority in the magical city of Dalaran, and it controls a vast amount of mysteries and knowledge about magic, while Kel'thugad spares no effort to draw on whatever little knowledge he can get his hands on, even in the darkest and most forbidden realms of arcane magic.

And the reason why he became famous in Dalaran was not because of his status as an archmage, but because of his obsession with spiritism.

Spiritism!

Low-level spiritism is capable of resurrecting dead people into unconscious puppets. And advanced spiritism - when the mage is about to reach the end of his life, he will use spiritism to transform his life into an undead form, and turn into a lich to continue his life and continue to study magic.

This is not allowed in Dalaran and Kenrito, and the mainstream values of human society reject the existence of necromancy, even though the legendary hero of Lordaeron, Archmage Merry Dongfeng, who was one of the first mages to receive magic from the elves, transformed herself into a necromancer, Dalaran still banished her.

Kel'thugad's study of spiritism is clearly contrary to Kenrito's, so it's no surprise that what follows is happening.

When the orcs ended, the alliance confiscated a large amount of the orc warlock's death magic and orc death knight's materials were brought to Dalaran, where they were locked in the Violet Library, and Kel'thugad, who was obsessed with these spiritisms, used his identity as an archmage to obtain these materials, and then he conducted a series of experiments.

Some farmers in Dalaran found some zombified rats, squirrels and other small animals while farming, which caused panic among ordinary civilians in Dalaran and also had a negative impact on Dalaran.

After investigation, Kenrito's battle mages locked on the target, which was the archmage Kel'thugad, for which Kenrito's leader, his master, and the archmage Antonidas warned Kelthugad, although he ostensibly agreed to Antonidas, but behind the scenes, he scoffed at it and still secretly carried out the experiment.

Kenrito's battle mages are monitoring him more and more strictly, and it just so happened that at this time he heard the call of the Lich King Neozu from the distant continent of Northrend, and he was obsessed with psychic spells, and he witnessed the great necromancy of the Lich King in Northrend, witnessed the Lich King's realm of the dead, and he dedicated his soul to the Lich King, and obtained the knowledge of the Lich King's necromancy.

He then returned to Dalarancheng at the behest of the Lich King, and over the course of three years, he used his wealth and wisdom to form an underground organization called the Cult of the Damned.

Kel'thugad promised his joiners equal social status and eternal life as a way to make them loyal to the Lich King.

This also came as a surprise to Kel'thugad, who found many low-status laborers as members of the Cult.

To his surprise, he was able to convince the citizens not to believe in the Light in favor of the Lich King's Shadow Powers.

They were joined by acolytes, psychics who studied forbidden necromancers, warriors, and priests who had previously believed in the Light but now believed in the Lich King and the Shadows.

When Kel'thugad succeeded in Lordaeron, the Lich King gave him artifacts called the Plague Steamer, which were brought to Lordaeron by Kel'thugad and placed in the village, spreading the plague. Soon, the villagers of northern Lordaeron were infected by the plague and became slaves of the Lich King Neozu.

Soon, zombies spread throughout the Northland, and Kel'thugad named them the Scourge Legion, or the Scourge Spirits.

Although Kel'thugad was eventually killed by Arssa, the plague had broken out and spread, which led to the upheaval of Lordaeron.

Eventually, Arthas was designed to pick up Frostmourn and slay the demonic Dreadlord Melganis, who was then under the control of the Lich King, and returned to Lordaeron to kill his unsuspecting father Terenus, slaughtering the entire city of Lordaeron and sweeping across the provinces of the Tirisfard.

He took the corpse of Kel'thugad all the way to Quel'Thalas, the northernmost point of the continent of Lordaeron, the kingdom of the High Elves.

He breached the elven capital of Silvermoon City, killing one of the three sisters of the Ranger General Windranger, Sylvanas Windranger transformed it into a banshee, and he struck on the island of Queldanus, taking possession of the Sunwell, and using the pure magic of the Sunwell to resurrect Kel'thugad.

Now, Kel'thugad is in the floating fortress above Stratholme, inside Naxxramas.

And when I get here, it's almost my own history after crossing...

After thinking about it carefully, Locke suddenly found that this Kel'thugad turned out to be the culprit of all this!

Without him, Lordaeron wouldn't be like this now!

Without him, Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron, would not have been so miserable!

Without him, Sylvanas would still be the Ranger General of the High Elves! Not the leader of the Forsaken today!

It seems like a lot has changed without him.

Locke sighed, but this is fate, a fate that no one can change.

But he immediately had another headache, because the members of the Cursed Sect were very caught if they were inactive. They did not have uniform clothing, they all had their own markings, which they relied on to identify the faithful, and no one outside the denomination could know about it.

And the most dangerous thing is that these madmen are hidden among these civilians, and perhaps even among the crusaders, who spread rumors and lead others to distort their beliefs, obey the orders of the undead psychics of the natural calamity, and ultimately oppose all the living.

"Holy Light above, I hope these natural disasters and the undead will not trouble me now." Locke looked at the soldiers outside the town who were preparing for battle, and muttered.

Outside the town of Brill, on a hillside to the northwest, a group of fewer than 100 refugees gathered.

Because there are still refugees coming one after another, every refugee here looks very anxious on their faces, and they don't know if they are nervous or afraid because they have left the army without permission.

"After a while, we'll go, don't rush. We've got you all in place at Milltown! Among the group, a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader said.

The middle-aged man was wearing a green robe, his skin seemed to have not seen the sun for a long time, white and seeping, his body exuded a cold aura, and the civilians around him were unwilling to stand with him.

Idiot! When you get to the mill town, you'll be amazed to find that the psychics are using you all as toys!

This middle-aged man in a green robe greeted the other refugees with a kind face, but he secretly cursed their stupidity in his heart.

"Irena, we... Why don't you go back? Hines was frowning through the crowd as he carried large bags and small bags, and he felt more and more that something was wrong.

As farmers who had never been trained, it was obviously not normal for them to be able to get out of Brill without being stopped along the way!

Although he had never been a soldier, he also knew that the army was camped, so how could he not arrange the personnel of the guards? Maybe someone else.

It's definitely not going to make it so easy for them to come out.

After calming down, Irena was also a little suspicious, but there were so many people around her, she decided to wait and see. Maybe it's them?

But she didn't dare to think what if they were wrong.

"Forget it, I'm not going to Mill Town. I'd better stay in Brill, at least there's a lot of people there. In the crowd, a lone refugee stood up, picked up his belongings, and turned to Brill.

Behind him, many refugees looked at him with interest.

After calming down, these refugees also feel that something is wrong, but they only dare to think about the good.

Soon, several more people stood up and tried to leave the gathering place.

They want to go back to Brill!

Suddenly, one of the civilians in the lead screamed and fell! He tore at the skin of his body with his hands, screaming in his mouth. The skin on his body was torn off layer by layer by himself.

This scene frightened everyone, and they let out a cry of fear and hugged their loved ones.

Blood soon stained the ground, and the man gradually lost his voice. Out of nowhere, several people in robes appeared and dragged the man's body away.

"Now! Who else is leaving?! The middle-aged man in the green robe sneered, looking at all the civilians on this small hill.

"Be obedient, we'll leave later! Otherwise, huh! ”