Zhu Xing stood in the camp of the Bingfeng Post, took a few deep breaths, calmed down his mood that was stirred up by Flint Shadomore. After all, he turned around and walked towards the stalls selling various materials. Here he purchased some potions specifically for cursing and poisons. After all, both Duke of Berval and Madias Shore reminded him that the horror of the plague land. Although in the game, the East-West Plague land is not a place where natural disasters and the scene map looks terrifying, and there are not many special things, but he still chooses to be prepared for any trouble.

When Zhu Xing finished purchasing and walked out of the Bingfeng Post and walked along the main road to think about the Western Plagueland, the hawker who was selling him an ordinary face turned around and walked into the small building of MI7, reporting to Flint Shadomore, who was standing at the window on the second floor and looking at Zhu Xing's gradually fading away back.

"Sir, this person only bought these things."

This vendor turned out to be a spy from MI7.

"There are not many, I'm afraid he has prepared some in Stormwind City, but...haha... even if these potions are twice as much, they are not enough for him to consume in the plagueland! I hope he doesn't act willful and show off..."

Flint Shadomore smiled and whispered.

"Sir, since this Paladin is here to investigate the causes of deaths, why don't we tell him what the specific scope?"

The vendor asked in confusion.

"Haha, he's a Paladin! If he's from our MI7, I'll tell him!"

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Flint Shadomore's mouth and said softly.

The vendor still didn't understand what his commander meant. He just took the opportunity of trading to chat with Zhu Xing and learned some news from Zhu Xing. Especially when he knew the tasks he received from the headquarters of the Stormwind City Military Information Department, he took the opportunity to report and asked his commander why he fooled the Paladin.

"The Plagueland is a cursed place. Those brothers were killed by the deceased spirits. Although everyone concluded after analysis that Nathanos Maris, the only ranger lord of humanity, had been killed by a deceased spirit named the Withered, and those brothers were also silenced because of witnessing this. However, I always feel that something is wrong with this matter!"

"This Paladin happened to happen. Before I could free my hands to check this matter carefully, he came! That's fine. I'm now responsible for all the things in the plagueland of Military Information Seven. The task is heavy. If you want to check the strange things about these brothers being silenced, you really can't free it. However, with this young Paladin who has just graduated, it's completely different."

"After I had just made some jokes, this Paladin was reluctant to release it, but he was very angry. In this way, he would definitely enter the plague land as quickly as possible. With the paladin's temperament of not rubbing sand in his eyes, the natural disasters and undead spirits in this plague land would definitely arouse his anger. In this way, the plague land would become turbulent. If his strength is really as powerful as Boss Madias said, the loss of the natural disasters and undead spirits would definitely not be small. In this way, the witherer who can kill Nathanos Maris and those brothers would definitely appear. As long as it appears, everything wrong with this matter will appear!"

Flint stood in front of the window, squinted his eyes, thinking carefully whether the plan to knock on the mountain and shaking the tiger and lead the snake out of the hole was missing. As for whether Zhu Xing, a fledgling rookie, would destroy his plan, Flint didn't care at all, because as long as he wanted to complete the task and enter the plague land, he would definitely become part of Flint's plan.

At this time, Zhu Xing had entered the Western Plague Land. When he entered this area that was made a plague land, he immediately felt the natural disasters and plague everywhere in the sky and underground!

Looking up, the sky was gray, the soil was gray and black, and all the trees withered and turned into a gray-black tree of the underworld. The once clear and sweet water flow has now turned into a disgusting dark green viscous liquid. Here... it has been completely transformed into the Yin Ming Death Domain!

In Zhu Xing's vision, he was slow to move, ugly to his face, or deformed, or zombies that were drilled into and out of maggots, or he was no longer bound, and a grey smoke-like resentment flying all over the sky, or a brave and fearless warrior who turned into bones and was still enslaved after death, or his body was fat, his body was covered with the hatred of needles and threads sewing wounds, mottled and rotten fur, blood-red beasts, fat and maggots that grew up and wriggled on the ground...

All kinds of undead creatures wandering on this plague land that turned into the Yinming Death Domain. Although there are warriors and mercenaries who jump like flying, holding sharp blades and armored armor trying hard to kill undead creatures, in this Yinming Death Domain, it is not difficult to kill deadly creatures. The real difficulty is how to completely kill them and how to reduce the number of undead creatures! Although these warriors and mercenaries are fearless and decisive in killing, they are no different from the number of undead creatures they can destroy compared to the entire plague land!

"Aha of punishment!"

In this Yinming Dead Domain, Zhu Xing once again activated the regional skill of "Punishment Halo". This is not against elites like Moradim. Therefore, he did not turn on the "Shadow Protection Halo". In fact, it is quite effective to deal with a large number of cannon fodder-level undead creatures!

Sure enough, countless platinum lights as thin as gossips cleared the ten meters around Zhu Xing. All the undead creatures entering this range were strangled by these solidly condensed platinum lights. The long sword in Zhu Xing's hand also attached the holy light rune again. The platinum holy flames of the blazing platinum were ignited on the long sword again. Although these undead creatures were strangled by the platinum light, as Zhu Xing went deeper into the platinum land, the more and more of these undead creatures were. Although the platinum light of the "Punishment Halo" was endless, the power of the holy light contained was relatively weak. As the undead creatures gathered more and more, this "Punishment Halo" could not quickly clear the undead creatures like at the beginning.

Zhu Xing did not urge the holy light rune on the long sword in his hand. He slashed the fish that had escaped into ashes with the burning platinum storm on the long sword. He walked slowly and walked for a while, and suddenly felt that there was a place in this plague land filled with natural disasters and souls, emitting light and warmth. It was a great will tolerate everything, just like the sun in the sky, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow, day and night, it was silently emitting light and heat, silently posing all living things on the continent of Azeroth!

This power of holy light shocked Zhu Xing. You must know that his power of holy light is the highest level Platinum Glory, but he himself knew that this Platinum Glory is very fierce and domineering. It is always good for combat and killing, but it is unsatisfactory for healing assistance. This is why he rarely uses auxiliary skills and healing skills. However, the power of holy light he felt now is undoubtedly the power of holy light that can exert this auxiliary and healing to the extreme. Moreover, what he admires most is that the will contained in it is far more noble and greater than himself.

The power of one's own holy light comes from one's extreme desire for freedom.

But the power of the holy light he sensed now comes from his love for all living things on the continent of Azeroth. It is a pure and selfless love, without any trace of impurities!

"Boy, the cemetery of Uther, the messenger of Light, is there, go and worship him!"

"Every paladin will come to this plague land, they are here for pilgrimage! Because, the leader of the Knights of Silver Hand, the cemetery of Uther, the envoy of Light, is here!"

"Let's go there too!"

"I haven't seen this old friend for a long time!"

Just as Zhu Xing was shocked by the greatness of the sudden power of the holy light, the voice of the Great Lord Moglani came over.

Hearing Moglani's words, Zhu Xing suddenly remembered the most sacred and inspiring Tomb of Uther, the messenger of light in the Western Plagueland! (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!)
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