"This is really a wonderful work, and I feel honored for your research!" Kel Thuzad said politely. Kel Thuzad is not a arrogant person, and he does not stingy in praise of any outstanding work.

"I have already felt the breath of the soul. What's your name?" Kelthuzad asked.

"Your servant, the great Governor Kelthuzad, hate your servant!" Hatred respectfully lay on the ground and offered his great gift.

Abhorrence is also called stitching monster. This kind of thing is made of stitched meat pieces. The list of materials is very simple and can be seen everywhere. It is not surprising that some food, drinks and other things around us are taken to make such disgusting things.

"What a perfect masterpiece," Kelthuzad looked at his hatred, and his eyes showed a strong interest. "Why don't you change a name? It already has an independent soul, and is different from those guys who have no soul and can only be cannon fodder,"

"No, I think even if it has a soul, it still hates it, and can only be considered a high-level hatred," said a thin acolyte who was standing next to Kelthuzad, wearing a cloak and completely covering up his appearance.

The body of hated was broken, the traces of the breast were too obvious, and the bloody internal organs were clearly visible. Kel Thuzad turned a blind eye to all this, and looked at the hated eyes as if he saw an exciting work of art.

"How is it compared to cannon fodder that can only be used on meat grinders as ** bombs?" Kelthuzad asked.

"Compared with ordinary abhorrents, the ability to resist strikes is twice as strong as normal abhorrents. They have no pain and no weakness. Even if they break half of their body, they will not die. Continue to fight for you, the cartridges that spew corrosive liquids and plague broth, and high-pressure gas tanks filled with poisonous gas are enough to bring a fatal blow to the enemy. These are not enough. I filled the bodies of these tons of monsters with hundreds of plague-infected maggots. In the fierce battle, the abhorrents can swallow and spit deadly larvae at the enemy. Even when the abhorrents are about to be killed, they can still activate the self-destruction device on their bodies to let these creepy crawlers touch every corner..." The endless words were spoken from the accomplice and introduced their works to outsiders. This is something worthy of excitement, especially the outsiders are their commanders.

"A great achievement will be given to you by the master!" Kelthuzad slowly spoke out his reward. The master, whether it is Kelthuzad or the members of the Curse Sect, all have a common master, the Lich King.

"This is my honor," Even though he was hiding under the cloak, the accomplice's hot eyes could still make outsiders feel it. There was no disgust for the transformation into the dead, but instead he was delighted and yearned for darkness.

"Congratulations on entering the ranks of immortality. I personally presided over the ceremony in three days," Kelthuzad said with a smile, slowly left the laboratory and walked outside. As Kelthuzad walked, you can see that the vast underground can accommodate so many assistants in the army.

Undead creatures are cleverly stitched together from a hodgepodge of animals and organs, and there are even some undead humanoid creatures whose body parts come from humans of all races without any wounds.

This place has become a laboratory of the Curse Sect and a military factory for the undead.

"Master!" Seeing Kelthucad walking slowly and gracefully, the undead along the way knelt down and saluted, "A group of soulless cannon fodders," Kelthucad's eyes showed disgust, like a high-level hatred, possessing his own soul's works. Kelthucad was not stingy to praise, but for this soulless cannon fodder, who could only obey orders, Kelthucad's instinctive disgust.

As a top teacher who prefers research, Kel Thuzad's title is not based on his strength, but through research, with his own pride and instinctive disgust for this defective product.

"Supervisor?" A monk who covered his appearance and cloaked himself came to Kelthuzad and greeted him.

Although the accompaniment was almost the same, Kelthuzad still recognized the person in front of him. As he walked, Kelthuzad said slowly, "Are you ready?"

"All have been prepared. I have already placed the Holy Steamer given by the Lord in the Ferry, Dalson's Tears, Fireplace Valley, Garron Farm and other places. The Holy Purification will spread in less than a few days, and they will be blessed and step into the ranks of eternal life with us."

"These fools, they will understand that it is an honor to obtain eternal life, and they will thank the master at that time."

"Not enough, it is far from enough to rely on these things alone. We want to give more people eternal life and build up the eternal kingdom of our Lord. No one will squeeze your land. Without the nobles who are above and above oppress you, we all have equal status..." The inspiring words were spoken from Kel Thuzad, which made the accomplice beside him show a fanatical look in the eyes of the accomplice. The deceptive words Kel Thuzad said n times in the past two years, and had already been perfected. He hypnotized to the point where he had believed in himself, and could easily infect others.

"Praise my Lord!" said the acolyte.

"You go and look for the rich man Kosul, whose food can be sold to every place in Lordaeron, and seek the help of Kosul, boil the holy pot and mix the boiling water full of blessing into the food,"

"As for order!" The acolyte nodded and walked out quickly. Looking at the acolyte's leaving, a sudden burst of stinging pain came from Kel'shuzad's chest. His right hand slowly stroked his left chest through the gorgeous mage robe.

"Uther, I will not let you go. Sooner or later, I will kill you." A sense of hatred burst out from Kel's eyes. The unforgettable hatred was shocking. It was almost a little bit, just a little bit away. Kel'shuzad died tragically in Uther's hands.
Chapter completed!