This person was originally trapped. Lu Li did not have the time to untie him in his haste.
Furthermore, this person was about to become an Undead. Who knew if he was a friend or foe? He did not expect him to be able to break free from the ropes on his own. After he jumped up, he looked around as if he was looking for a weapon, but there was nothing suitable for him to choose from.
He could only pick up a round wooden stick. It was about the size of a bowl and did not seem to be very comfortable with it.
"You bastards!" The middle-aged man rushed over with the wooden stick and hit the head of a Cursing Disciple. His heart seemed to be filled with resentment. He used all the strength in his body to hit the Cursing Disciple.
Bang!
White and red, brains splattered everywhere. The Cursing Disciple was directly split open.
Then came the next one …
This sudden turn of events shocked everyone. Lu Li and the others had no choice but to retreat from the battle. Otherwise, they could not guarantee that this middle-aged man would not be able to distinguish between friend and foe.
The Cursing Disciples were smashed to death by the sneak attack. In the midst of the chaos, they began to organize a resistance. The middle-aged man's body also began to take damage. Lu Li and the others had no choice but to go up and help. Fortunately, with the middle-aged man tanking the monsters in front, the Thieves only had to deal damage. The difficulty was more than doubled.
The eight Cursing Disciples were quickly killed. The way they died was basically the same. All of their heads were smashed.
This middle-aged man with red eyes and a pale face was actually a skull-crushing maniac.
After the Cursing Disciples were dead, it was the Undead's turn.
The middle-aged man stared at these slow-moving Undead. Suddenly, he threw away the wooden stick and covered his face as he cried bitterly.
Lu Li and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
If they guessed correctly, among these people, there must be someone familiar to the middle-aged man. Perhaps it was a family member, a friend, or at least a neighbor. They were all captured together to be experimented on.
Now, he was the only one left.
These were real Undead. They had completely turned into Undead. There was no way to use potions on them. No matter how good the potion was, it would not solve the problem. At least, no one in Azeroth had developed such a potion.
"Do you need our help?" It was such a painful thing to kill one's own family. Lu Li felt that he should stand up.
"No, I'll do it myself." The big man suddenly raised his head and grabbed the stick again.
What followed next was a one-sided massacre. The burly man's body was covered with wounds. Some were already there, and some were left by the Cursing Disciples. However, his combat power did not weaken at all. Or rather, it could be said that his willpower supported him to complete this task.
A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties roared and cried as he completed the most helpless and tragic battle of his life.
He wanted to kill his relatives and friends in the most direct way, even if they had turned into undead.
Lu Li and the others stood at the side, watching everything numbly.
"This is Shiya, my daughter. How I wish she had never been born in this world," the grieving father murmured the girl's name as he killed a young undead. Shiya, his daughter.
Then, he was able to recognize everyone who had died in his hands. Sometimes, he would even talk about these people.
For example, one winter, he brought his son to the frozen lake to fish. His son fell down, and the sharp icicles pierced through his new clothes. The little guy was unhappy for a few days, until he used the fish he sold to buy him an exquisite dagger.
Another example was the middle-aged undead named Sayd, who was his childhood playmate.
When they were young, they worked on the same farm. One night, they were so hungry that they could not take it anymore, so they went to the farm's kitchen to steal food …
Every one of them had an experience that left a deep impression on him.
They used to laugh and work together. He had even watched some of them grow up, but now, they had all turned into corpses in front of him.
"Who are you? What kind of power would make humans kill their own kind?" the Mediterranean man asked as he wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve. He turned around and asked, "Who are you? What kind of power would make humans kill their own kind?"
"It's the power of evil, sir," Lu Li replied.
"I've killed my family and friends. I'm evil too," the man said.
"They're already dead, before you killed them," Lu Li paused, then asked, "Don't you have any other family, sir?"
"No, my family, everything I have is here," the man shook his head. He seemed to have lost all his strength, vitality, and hope in the battle just now.
"What do you plan to do in the future?" Lu Li gestured for the others to destroy the cauldron, and he decided to leave.
It was not his family that had died. He could feel the pain, but it was not fatal.
"I don't know, but I don't want to become an undead," he said through clenched teeth, "Undead, I want to leave this world. I can't become a monster that I hate."
"Alright, we'll escort you out," Lu Li said.
A new quest had appeared on the Quest Scroll, which was to escort Bourne out.
"Thank you." Bourne struggled to stand up. He picked up the stick and helped Lu Li and the others smash the cauldron. Lu Li picked up the notebook from one of the Cursing Church's disciples, then lit a fire and burned the church down.
At this point, they had completed the quest to destroy the Cursing Church's ritual.
The mark at the end of the quest had changed to "Deliverable", and the target was the Quartermaster of Stormwind City.
Unfortunately, most of the monsters here were killed by Bourne, so they did not drop anything. The few that Lu Li and the others killed did drop some materials and equipment.
The equipment was not worth much, but the materials, especially the two rare materials, were a good harvest.
The next step was to escort Bourne out. If Bourne was a normal person, this quest would have been very difficult.
But Bourne was not a normal person. He was holding a stick that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and he fought like a madman. The wounds on his body kept increasing, but he did not show any signs of falling, nor did he show any signs of stopping.
Lu Li led the way in front, in case they encountered an undefeatable monster.
The others only had to face some scattered monsters. After about an hour, they appeared at the edge of the Plaguelands.
"I have some connections with the 7th Legion." Lu Li admired the farmer's fighting strength and decided to help him. With the friendship between Lu Li and Bolvar Fordragon, the military should be able to accept Bourne.
"Thank you. I think I already have a place to go." Bourne stood on a rotten stake and looked into the distance.
The blood-red flag was fluttering in the wind.
A group of warriors in blood-red armor were killing the undead in a frenzy.
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