Walking on the narrow path in the forest, Duque had a lot on his mind.
Yes! He had returned, but he was in a terrible state. Although he looked fine on the outside, he was the only one who knew how hard it had been to play interstellar travel.
He was the first to come back.
He had to do this.
Karazhan was wrapped in a spider web of countless spatial cracks in the depths of the spacetime tunnel. Apart from him, no one else could come out. Although Alexstrasza could transform into human form, the amount of mana needed to teleport her was too great.
Apart from her, no one else was good at magic. Although Cadgar was much stronger, the problem was that this ghost mage was almost an earthbound spirit, and it was difficult for him to leave Karazhan.
In the end, after being trapped for too long, Duque still teleported back alone after preparing for a long time.
It had been an extremely dangerous journey. Even with the help of the system elf, Duque had almost died in the void. After all, there were many times when one had to change directions at supersonic speeds three or four times in a second.
This was really not something a human could do.
But after returning, Duque had two serious problems.
First, he had burned many magic circuits. Roughly speaking, his power had temporarily fallen to the level of an ordinary Radiant Moon mage. But if he was given some time to reorganize his magic circuits, it should not be a problem for him to rush back to the half-step Breaking Dawn he had once achieved in Karazhan.
Second … the system elf seemed to have gone silent. No matter how he called out, there was no response. He did not know whether it was the solar storm or the influence of the spatial magnetic field, but the system elf was temporarily on its knees.
Both greatly affected Duque's strength.
As Duque walked, he asked Renault about the current situation.
Even though he had scared Renault, Renault still tried to answer his questions carefully and selectively.
Through Renault, Duque at least learned a few important pieces of information.
Over the past ten years, Rotterdam had been constantly nibbling away at the original Alterac territory. Now, apart from Southshore, which had been upgraded to the South Sea City-State and gained autonomy, the rest of the territory basically belonged to Rotterdam. However, the Shattered Ridge that was originally part of Alterac Royal City was abandoned by the Rotterdam Kingdom due to the large number of Snowmen occupying it and the fact that they had failed to clear it out many times.
King Laing Wrynn was assassinated by an Orc Sword Saint in the 8th year of the Dark Portal. Since then, Anduin Lothar had been the regent to assist the young King William. However, in the past two years, Duke Bolvar Fordragon had been the regent due to Lothar's poor health.
When he heard Reynolds say that the Holy City of Stratholme was fine, Duque felt a little relieved. In that case, according to the original history, Arthas should not have fallen. If that was the case, the situation did not seem to be the worst.
However, when Duque asked about Arthis's situation, Reynolds became even more vigilant. "Didn't you tell Sally that you were from the mountains? Why do you care so much about Arthis? "
Duque felt wronged!
Duque was rather speechless at the vigilance of this pair of underage boys and girls.
Just as Duque was about to say something …
The wind suddenly brought with it a terrible stench.
Sally covered her mouth, and even Reynolds, who looked like a protector, had a hard time holding back the urge to vomit.
It was the unique smell of a slaughterhouse, with a hint of disgusting sweetness. No, it was not the smell of fresh meat, but the stench of rotting corpses.
It had been too long since Duque had smelled something like this.
Only after burying corpses on the battlefield for a few days would there be such a smell.
The rotting smell came from a house near the forest path. It was now very clear what had happened inside.
Sally turned to Reynolds. Her face was pale but determined. "I have to go in and check. If there are dead souls inside that I need to expiate … "
Suddenly, along with the poisonous gas of death, a horrifying shriek filled the entire forest. Something pounced at them from inside and behind the house at an alarming speed.
Without hesitation, Reynolds immediately pulled out the sword at his waist and pointed it at the intruder with a trembling sword tip.
Following the light from the tip of the sword, Reynolds' eyes met a pair of pitch-black eye sockets.
Reynolds, who had never been on a real battlefield, was shocked to find that he did not know how to react to this walking nightmare.
It wore a tattered shirt and work clothes, holding a pitchfork as a weapon. It should have been a farmer in the past, but that was when it was alive. Right now, it was clearly a dead person. Grayish-Green rotting flesh fell off its bones, and rotten fingers left filthy marks on the handle of the pitchfork. Black sticky liquid flowed out of the pustules.
It howled, stinking saliva dripping from the corner of its black mouth. Sally cried out in alarm.
This cry seemed to have frightened Reynolds. He was stunned for a moment, and almost couldn't raise his sword in time before he was stabbed by the pitchfork.
Fortunately, his years of training had formed his body's combat instincts. He managed to knock the pitchfork out of the zombie's hand with his sharp sword, and then he swung his sword horizontally across the zombie's neck.
The neck that had lost its tenacity gave Reynolds a disgusting feeling, as though he had cut a pile of rotten grass. Then, the filthy head flew into the air, and a stinking liquid sprayed out from the severed neck, splattering half of Reynolds' face.
After losing its head, the thing fell flat on its back and never got up again.
As a priest in training, Sally used a Holy Light Spell. Even though she knocked down a zombie, it was replaced by even more zombies.
This was far more than what the two of them could handle.
"Sally, run!" Reynolds cried out in alarm. Even though his hands were trembling, he still chose to let the lady run first.
At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard whooshing sounds. It was the sound of something breaking through the air.
Countless fireballs flew past them, hitting the bodies of the swarming zombies. The fireballs exploded, and while the disgusting monsters were blown away, the stench in the air was immediately replaced by the smell of burnt flesh.
The noisy roars of the monsters had been reduced by ninety percent, and the clearest sound in the air was the crackling of the flames.
In the distance, more zombies tried to rush over. Reynolds and Sally looked back at the same time, only to see ten small flames burning steadily on Duque's slender fingertips, like ten harmless orange flowers.
The next moment, the flames poured out, turning into huge fireballs the size of water tanks that smashed towards the group of monsters.
In a few moments, dozens of monsters were kneeling.
Sally asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?!"
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