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Wars are sometimes caused by countless coincidences.

No matter how much advantage you have, please don’t underestimate the situation you are facing, because it is likely that it will be missed in a very small place, which may lead to an instant turn of the situation.

In the night, looking at the Paladins squad chasing the undead below, a smile appeared on Medanzo's face.

He was still very satisfied with the fact that Kel'Thujad accepted his own destiny.

Although I know that this great master must have his own abacus in his heart, who can accept the "destiny" assigned by another person without any regret?

Just accept it.

As for whether he would bewitch the poor prince after his death, to pursue the sword as planned, or to give a warning to the discovery of conscience to make the human prince deviate from their original goal... that doesn't matter!

"Your function is to let the prince go on the path of destiny. As for the rest, let the 'fate' arrange it."

With a strange smile, Medanzo's body and night launched a raid towards the Paladin team below. Then, amid the paladin's wailing, he sucked away the blood of the Paladin's new recruits.

Squeak squeak squeak.

The bat screams resounded in the night sky, adding a little bit of "trouble" to the chasing teams.

at the same time.

In the escaped team, because of the death of Kel'Thujad, many undead people who had been liberated from their intelligence began to have their own ideas.

"Why...we...want to escape?"

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"They... are obviously... so weak..."

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"The flesh and blood... sweet..."

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“Hungry…”

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"want to....."

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In the dark jungle, more than one liberated undead was liberated from the last "escape" command issued by the great necromancer.

With relatively powerful force, they began to gradually recover some low-level undead under the pursuit of the paladins. After the team expanded to a certain extent, they began to fight back against the lives pursuing them.

So.

Without anyone expected it, another battle between the living and the dead started again.

And this time.

There are no conspiracy and tricks, but only pure life-and-death opposition and conflict.

"Kill!!!"

"etc...."

"Not good! There are so many ahead!"

"Damn, they are a unit! Call for rescue!!!"

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Chase and escape.

Kill and be killed.

The breath of death was accompanied by blood, and it was once again soaked in this earth.

Sitting on the branch of an ancient tree.

Gao Wen looked at the shiny mercy of the dead soul below, which had already begun to black because he had absorbed too much death breath, and didn't know what to say.

A spirit ghost like a black bird stood beside him.

Um.

This kind of totem bird that has always been equated with death and mystery in myths and legends is really suitable for the appearance of this place.

At least under its supervision, the spiritual plants below did not think about filling their own bags and seizing the breath of death to strengthen themselves. Instead, they used the breath of death absorbed to hatch a group of ghosts for her according to the will of the ghosts.

This process is quite boring.

"How long will it take?"

Gao Wen, who found it boring, asked a question.

Um.

He finally found that he was not suitable for farming.

Compared to watching a plant gradually grow from seedlings to blooming and bear fruit, he seems to prefer to use money to buy the fruits of this spiritual plant directly... It seems that it is not good if you don’t need money?

There were strange thoughts in his mind, and then Gao Wen heard the cold voice of the spirit ghost.

"If you hatch defective products, you can harvest them in fifteen days, and ordinary quality will take two months to half a year. If you can really use them as cultivation, you will need a whole year of cultivation... If all the breath of death on this land is absorbed dry, you can probably cultivate seven quality products."

"One year?"

"right."

"It seems that it's been too long. Is there any way to speed it up?"

"You can choose to incubate defective products. Apart from having a bad brain and not having the talent to continue to advance, it is no different from high-quality products."

"Uh...what else?" Gao Wen blinked at her.

Seeing this, Xuanniao raised his wings and slapped him in a very humane way, and then said to Gao Wen in a tone of conversation with the dead: "Or increase the number of priests."

"Sacrifice?"

"Let more people die on this land, and use more deaths to exchange for time!"

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This idea is great!

Not to mention the other person, Gao Wen knew that over the past period of time, Stantholm... and even the entire... are now planning to be a plague land, with about two million undead appearing.

Most of them were dead bones summoned from the underground by the necromancers, but more than 600,000 people died due to the spread of the plague.

If nothing unexpected happens, this number will continue to increase as time continues to go on.

Double the number?

This is so normal!

Not to mention the other person, just say that in the city of Stantam, which has been defined as the death place by everyone, there are actually nearly half of the living and dead people who are struggling with each other.

If they are not redeemed, they will become part of the dead in the next week, that is, they will become part of the energy provided to ghosts and gods.

This is true for Stantam, so what about other places?

Although Stantam is the central place where he was poisoned and the situation is the most serious, the people of Lordaeron in other parts of this land have also been eating the food here during this period...

In other words, even if Gao Wen does nothing, this number will still rise like a flip. If a few more guys who have learned the magic of the undead will ignite the fire during this period, this land of plague and death will probably bring out tens of millions of undead...

With so many undead supply, it is simply reasonable to raise a few ghosts and gods.

So much so that after thinking about this, Gao Wen even asked a question a lot.

"After tens of millions of people died, only seven gourd babies were raised. Is your level okay?"
Chapter completed!