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Chapter 94 Each has its own misfortune

Is this unknown object in front of me a person? Is it a dead soul? Vanessa looked at the part of her feet that looked like wood more than humans again.

It has to be said that this transformation in life form is very complicated. She knew that the corpse hider, the previous hater, was that in order to revenge Yese Town, secretly collected the rotten meat in the cemetery, and forced it with sutures and various alchemy potions. But the thing in front of her, which looked like rotten wood, was really the corpse of the corpse hider? This alchemy is too powerful, and it almost turned organic matter into inorganic matter.

She asked Altaya: "You killed him?"

"He committed suicide."

The Night Watch Commander is not a bureaucrat in Stormwind City. There is no saying that “being suicide” is said to be suicide, then it must be suicide.

How should the undead commit suicide? Vanessa believes that the easiest way is to burn or pierce the soul fire in the skull.

The remaining way is to drink holy water, but when Alsace purified Stantosom, he almost used up all the holy water inventory of the northern countries. Perhaps only some holy water can be found in the remains of Stantosom.

The doctrines about holy light in the north and south are not exactly the same. At least the south does not advocate the creation of holy water. Archbishop Benedictus believes that the belief in holy light should be placed in the heart, on top of wisdom and soul. Holy water cannot complete self-salvation, but rather an act of leaving the near and seeking far.

If the Archbishop does not advocate it, there will naturally be no priests to make holy water. It is difficult to find something like holy water in the area south of Stormwind City, and it is even more impossible for a dead soul to find a corpse hidden person.

The corpse hiding man in front of him seemed to have committed suicide by drinking some kind of potion. This man who made a hand-made hatred and used alchemy to transform himself into a dead soul. Now he is so fascinated by death, and he is also considered a talent.

Miss Night Watch Commander didn't want to tell more about the story of the corpse hiding person, and Vanessa was too lazy to ask.

She had a vague impression of this story. Abel was once a good man. His wife fell ill and died. He resurrected his wife with a drop of undead liquid extracted from the battlefield of Lordaeron in the north.

This love is extremely pure, but it leads things toward an unpredictable abyss.

The wife becomes a dead soul and will only swallow flesh and blood according to instinct. The kindness and beauty of the past are gone. The husband's mental journey from the initial shock to the final acquiescence must be extremely difficult.

The paper cannot contain the fire, and his wife who turned into a dead soul was discovered by the Night Watch. They ignored Abel's obstruction and killed the dead soul, expelled the once kind alchemist, and gave him the nickname of the corpse hider.

What happened next was before us. The corpse hiding man wanted to take revenge on Yese Town. With a little rumor passed down from Lordaeron in the north, he used all his talents to make a hateful life. Unfortunately, the plan was broken before it was implemented. A small group of night watchmen accidentally came to his seclusion and saw this huge monster.

The living must have the right to survive, and the dead must also have a pure land. Is Abel’s love for his wife wrong? Is it wrong for the night watchman to eliminate the dead? There is nothing right or wrong in this matter. It can only be said that this is a tragedy in the great era. This is not the first tragedy, nor will it be the last.

The second thing that happened that day was also related to the Night Watcher, and this militia organization seemed particularly prone to attracting evil.

Fortunately, the picture is quite warm and hot.

It was indeed very hot. When Vanessa and the commander arrived, more than a hundred people bent their bows and arrows, and looked carefully at a dead warrior in the center.

Morgan Radimore was a paladin during his lifetime. He responded to the call of the holy light and left his family to go to the battlefield to fight against orcs and the undead.

Questions about the Holy Light also lingered in his heart. Morgan Radimore was exactly the same as the old knight Grian Storman of Sentinel Ridge. Both were veterans and low-level paladins. After the war, he also left the army and returned to his hometown, preparing to find the real peace in his heart.

The difference between the two appeared here. The old knight was a bachelor. Seeing the desolation of the western wilderness, he immediately found the value of his existence in his life and began to fight against the brotherhood and against the big fan with the militia.

Morgan Radimore didn't have this good luck. All he saw when he returned to his hometown was his wife's tombstone.

Confusion, anger, sadness, and countless negative emotions surrounded the Paladin, and the questions about the Holy Light made him kill three ordinary people in a state of confusion.

After waking up, the Paladin felt ashamed of the Holy Light and himself. His belief completely collapsed and he ended his life with a sword.

He died, but he lived again, and the negative energy turned him into a monster who only knew how to kill.

"Kill me quickly!" When Vanessa arrived, the undead warrior was wearing full armor, holding a sword in his hands, and chasing the night watchman like a pig.

He was killed by someone on his lips, but in fact he resisted extremely tenaciously, like a lunatic.

"Hurry, you two, go and pull my Italian cannons!" Vanessa ordered the Sentinel Ridge militia beside her.

The power of the undead warrior in front of him is stronger than hatred, but the strength is limited. After all, he was not a master in his lifetime. He was just lucky and didn't meet the strong man in the undead army. He calculated the amount in advance and killed two guns.

"Don't, his daughter is also one of our Night Watchers, let me help him get rid of it." Altaya quickly stopped someone. She felt that Vanessa must have had too much contact with goblins and dwarfs, and was too superstitious about the power of gunpowder. She wanted to blow up everything when she saw it.

Vanessa didn't touch the story of Morgan Radimore. There were too many unlucky people in this world, so they all touched them? Then don't do anything else.

In her opinion, the best solution was to bombard the cannon, but the Night Watch Commander insisted on fighting alone, and the militia around her were also excited, nervous and expectant, so she had to nod and agree.

Facts have proved that a veteran who has been struggling on the battlefield for ten years and a young lady who practices martial arts at home have completely different combat abilities.

Altaya is a mid-level warrior, and Morgan Radimore was a mid-level paladin during his lifetime. The two should be similar. Even because Morgan is dead, he cannot use the holy light. Without this blessing, he will theoretically fall into a disadvantage. However, the combat experience brought by ten years of war has made up for the gap between the two.

It is a fighting instinct that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.
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