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war3. The Frozen Throne Chapter 7: Forbidden Room to Cultivate Desire, Miserable Prisoners

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    In the courtyard before the lumberyard, the battle between Zhi Ji and the ghoul team also entered an intense stage.

    Although the battle situation presents a one-sided advantage, it is difficult to end it in an instant.

    Although Corpse Girl Yanran¡¯s personal strength is far superior to her opponent, the ghoul on the opposite side is like a war machine with a layer of plate armor sealed all over her body. Although her movements are slower because of this, the thick armor almost covers her body airtight.  Often when Corpse Girl slashes out with her sword, she can barely cut through the outer layer of iron, and then she runs out of strength and gets stuck in the toughened muscles. If she wants to continue using her strength, the surrounding skeleton soldiers will immediately swarm her, forcing her to avoid it.  , wander around and find another chance to draw the sword.

    However, the iron armor on the ghoul is not a product of magic after all. It is constantly adding fine cracks under the fierce sword light. On the other hand, although the giant ghoul has the absolute advantage of weight, it is enough to exert even greater power.  Zhi Ji's first-line brute strength was inferior to her opponent's speed, which turned out to be a fatal shortcoming.  Once the direct attack path has been figured out, it can no longer pose any threat. After struggling in every possible way, it can only reluctantly accept being kited to death.

    As for the skeleton soldiers crowding around, the white bones look terrifying, but their real strength is only equivalent to that of an ordinary farmer. Even when attacking, they can only stiffly pick up the bone blade in their hands and slash repeatedly.  But even this pitiful injury is often rolled into pieces by a violent sword light within three meters of Corpse Princess, turning into a large carpet of bones on the ground, waiting for the next reorganization and resurrection.

    If this continues, the end of this battle will end with Zhi Ji successfully killing the only threatening ghoul through repeated battles of attrition.

    Naturally, the mage watching behind the scenes was unwilling to sit back and watch such a result occur.

    So when the fight between the two sides was in full swing, he directly pushed open the outer window of the second floor, jumped up, and prepared to intervene personally.

    He is naturally not a master of Qinggong who comes and goes quickly. When he jumped in the air, a white light automatically floated from the staff in his hand. In an instant, the mage's body was like a feather, slowly falling to the ground.

    But before this decisive mage's feet even touched the ground, he felt pain in his knees, and then his whole body fell to the ground like a dog chewing mud.  Just as he was about to get up, a coldness appeared in his throat, reflecting the silver brilliance of a sword blade.  He subconsciously raised his hands and glanced away with the corner of his eye, only to see an unfamiliar girl with long purple hair looking over indifferently. Her eyes were empty and cold, as if she were looking at a dead body, which made him feel a little sad.  Liang, confused and at a loss.

    "When did this womanappear?" Rather than being caught in a life-or-death crisis involving his opponent, what was echoing endlessly in this necromancer's mind was such a puzzling question.

    You must know that spellcasters in the world of Azeroth are not simply mobile turrets in the game.  As long as he is not a lich, even a great mage who is close to the gods will not be able to resist a dagger that suddenly appears behind him when he casts a spell that destroys cities and pools. Therefore, once the caster enters  When fighting, the first consideration is always how to save one's own life, and then the second is to create continuous deterrence and destructive power.  In other words, during the development of magical civilization for thousands of years, the life-saving philosophy of the mages has also prospered and developed in this land to an unimaginable height.

    Even Schiller Korn, a necromancer despised by the mainstream, habitually arranged a magic circle called "Anti-Life Magic Circle" around the lumberyard, even though he was heavily protected by natural disaster soldiers.  This basic undead magic circle cannot cause any lethality, but it can sense the flow of life within thirty meters centered on the house. Its terminal is set on the staff that never leaves the body, so  Even if an assassin who is proficient in stealth approaches, he will be immediately alert and take precautions.

    The only problem is that until he was captured, the wand, which was trusted by its owner, remained quiet and did not show any abnormality.

    As soon as he thought about it, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the silent staff on the ground not far away. At this time, it vibrated desperately as if it was delayed. He couldn't help but feel resentful in his heart, but on his face he pretended to be relaxed and said: "A powerful lady, who can use the magic staff  "Give me your staff back so that I can stop hurting your companions."

    "Ahah sneeze! Didn't you realize that the battle is over?" Before he could continue, a strange voice suddenly interrupted.  The necromancer looked back and saw a wet boy walking from the riverside, covering his body and sneezing.  The young man suddenly noticed the buzzing pine staff on the ground and picked it up. He turned his head and asked with surprise:

    "Looking at your unlucky appearance you should be a low-level soldier. Does this wand have the properties of a magical weapon that can be used to identify its owner? Why does it keep vibrating when I pick it up?"

    That is anti-life law?'s warning The Necromancer thought this, but subconsciously followed his gaze to look at the battlefield to one side. A silver-white light suddenly jumped, stimulating him and he couldn't help but close his eyes, and there was a kind of sound in his ears.  The air vibrated and twisted with a roar.

    The next moment he opened his eyes, his face under the black cloak was bloodless: the body of the remaining ghoul suddenly froze, and with a "crash", a cloud of dirty blood splashed everywhere, as if it had been struck by a cross.  Like sliced ??apples, they were slowly arranged on both sides. The thick chainmail and the strong undead tendons were split in half by the glimmering sword light in an instant.

    However, what made him even more heartbroken was the abnormality in the tall, bruised woman.  As she walked over with steady steps covered in blood, the wounds all over her body were healing and squirming all the time.  When Gongshun stood next to the strange boy, under the tattered clothes, her skin was white and crystal clear, with only a hint of the charm of a mature woman, but no trace of injury.

    "The agility of high-level stalkers, the strength of elite warriors, and the healing power of trolls, what kind of monster is this?" The tall and thin man opened his mouth, suddenly feeling that decades of values ??had collapsed, and this kind of hesitation and confusion  The feeling was even more profound than when he had lost his family in Lordaeron two years ago, followed the Scourge Mage Kel'Thuzad, and joined the Curse Cult.

    While his mind was racing, he didn't see the coldness in the eyes of the young man holding the staff when he looked over with a smile, nor did he realize that hell had just begun.

    ¡­¡­

    With a click, the heavy iron door was slowly opened, and a stream of stuffy air rushed out, revealing the scenery in the basement. After a while, a man wrapped in a black cloak came closer and looked around.

    "Master, please, save Mrs. Shar!" But before he could react, he heard the sound of iron chains "clattering", and a figure suddenly rushed over, with snow-white plump skin looming.  He was slightly startled, and when he looked down, he saw a young woman in her twenties with chestnut hair, hugging his thigh and pleading.

    "Uh" The man in black robe was silent for a moment, looked around, and after just one glance, his brows furrowed quietly, and he immediately understood the dirty purpose of this basement.

    In a dark secret room of just over 100 cubic meters, there were seven or eight beautiful women lying naked on the ground. There were young women in their twenties and thirties, as well as little girls of thirteen or fourteen, regardless of their age.  Everyone's appearance is numb and dull, and their pale skin color reveals the haggardness of being imprisoned and tortured for a long time.  In order to prevent them from escaping, they all wore pig iron rings around their necks, and the other ends of the collars were nailed to the wall with long chains.  And in a dark corner deeper, a mature woman with wavy golden hair was lying on the ground, her body covered with red marks from whipping and mess from pleasure. She was motionless and seemed to be in a coma.

    "Ma'am, calm down." The person then opened his hood, revealing the face of an oriental young man. He took a step back and spread his hands and said, "I'm here to save you and I have killed the evil mage who violated and imprisoned you."  ¡±

    As soon as he finished speaking, a submissive female servant walked in behind him.  The women who were imprisoned and turned into playthings only saw the two of them whispering for a moment. The tall woman nodded, drew her sword and came closer. As if to prove that what he said was true, she cut off these dog traps in a flash.  The shackles of the world freed them from their shackles.

    "What made Rorschach sigh was that after suddenly regaining their freedom, these women not only did not feel the joy of regaining their freedom, but instead showed panic expressions, just lowering their heads and remaining numb and silent.  One of the immature blonde girls looked over timidly, as if she wanted to crawl over, but was immediately hugged by an older woman with a somewhat similar face behind her. She then shouted hastily: "We don't want to run away, Liz is just being naughty."  ¡­Please, Master, don¡¯t punish her.¡±

    Luo Xia shook his head, suddenly feeling that just killing the bastard who committed such a crime was too easy for him.  He was silent for a moment, turned around and left. Just when these women showed disappointed but happy expressions, they saw the figure turn back, and then there was only a dull sound of "dong", and an oval spherical object was thrown to the ground.  , revealing the remains of a male with a horrified expression.

    It is also the cold face that appears countless times in their nightmares.

    What happens next is much simpler.

    Thanks to the preparation of the Scourge during this period, since Kel'Thuzad has not yet been resurrected as the "Arch Lich", the spell of living people transforming into lichs has not yet been widely circulated in the natural disasters.  Although the Skeleton Mage bears the name of a mage, he is actually a long-range unit that can only release ice arrows. The Black Knight, who has survived the corrosion of the power of death, behaves dullly but lacks sufficient leadership wisdom.  Troops?A small number of lichs are commanded by the army, but the small strongholds scattered in various places can only be managed by the followers of the Cursed Sect. Since it is a place where living people live for a long time, there will naturally be no shortage of supplies for survival.

    As a human mage with normal or even evil tendencies, Schiller Cohen did not have the habit of treating himself badly after commanding the power of natural disasters to bloodbath this small lumber camp.  He first killed all the men here and resurrected them as hard laborers in logging, and then enslaved some fair-looking women for pleasure. He also accumulated a huge amount of supplies in the warehouse that was almost enough for him to use for several years. Before Rorschach arrived, he worked almost every day  Enjoying this decadent and comfortable life.

    When Rorschach embarrassedly expressed that he was hungry and asked if he could get food, the women who had regained their freedom first looked at each other, and then seemed to think that this was the only way to repay their benefactors, and immediately started busy with joy.  Even Liz, the immature little girl who didn't understand the world, ran around happily with bare feet to help.

    With the quick movements of these former housewives, first the main dishes of vegetable stew and baked bread, and then sweets such as oatmeal, black tea cakes, etc. were also baked. In the cold and gloomy hut since the Necromancer took over, the feeling gradually spread.  The steaming fragrance came out, and the air was filled with the din of human voices that had been absent for a long time.

    After drinking the third bowl of oatmeal comfortably, Luo Xia felt that the cold feeling in his stomach was completely dispelled. Only then did Luo Xia feel as if he had come to life again. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the group of people who were still facing a certain object.  The terrifying woman who vented her hatred on the already mutilated corpse couldn't help but feel a little numb.

    Following the prompts from the Book of Reincarnation, he opened the iron door of the basement with great interest. He originally thought that there would be some magical treasures stored inside, and at the worst, some gold coins and silver coins. However, he did not expect that it would be a group of poor female natives who had been abused and spoiled.  .

    "Is the infinite space actually a concentration camp for perverts? The so-called 'Thank you from the Frieden family' is actually having sex with these women? I have no interest in these Western big nostrils"

    Having said that, he didn't feel it was a pity, not only because of the good deeds of saving these poor women, he felt that his trip was worthwhile, but also the harvest from killing the crappy mage was actually rich enough to make him dream.  Everyone wakes up laughing.  In addition to the survival points rewarded by the mission, there is also an ability card called "Basic Meditation" drawn through killing. According to the introduction of the Book of Reincarnation, it includes the basis for exercising mental strength summarized by the Kentorui Council over thousands of years.  Dharma door.  In addition, among the trophies is a staff engraved with "Levitation" and "Skeleton Resurrection". Even if Rorschach does not have any magical abilities, he can use the arcane energy stored in the staff to perform three limited operations per day.  use.

    But the most precious and practical thing is still the small purple-black bag hanging on his waist at this time.

    This pocket-sized object, which is the size of an ancient sachet, is called "Death Pattern Sachet".  Just like the prop of the same name given to Death Knight players in the original game when they were born, this mass-produced container of the Scourge contains twelve grids of subspace, each grid having a standard capacity of two-thirds of a cubic meter.  With this treasure and the harvest from the lumberyard, Rorschach believed that he would not have to be embarrassed for basic survival supplies for a long time.

    "No wonder the Scourge has become the most terrifying villain force. Just looking at the basic welfare of the Lich King's boss, you can see the difference Each person has a space prop. This is simply the treatment that only the protagonist of the novel has.  ¡­¡±

    Rorschach, who was full of admiration, didn¡¯t know that even among the Scourge Legion, the space props that could save weight and load were just as strategic and precious treasures, and they had never been so common that even a grassroots necromancer could have a piece of them.  As for the item he was playing with, it was actually just temporary military supplies assigned to the undead mage to transport wood, and on average every other week, the mage had to go to the nearby undead base alone to complete the delivery task on time.

    It is worth mentioning that the upper-level undead base he belongs to is the former town of Hanim, the largest settlement with a radius of a hundred miles. Now, it has become a paradise for the ghosts of the dead.

    (PS:

    The next chapter officially begins the plot.

    Revising a manuscript half a year ago feels like writing a new chapter. Many of the ideas have changed

    I remember that the plan was for the protagonist to start a career within the Scourge Legion, use the Undead Legion to expand the group-style lord path, and set off undead disasters in various planes

    ¡°Ahem, of course I won¡¯t do it now, because it¡¯s not interesting at all.

    There are skeletons all over the place, but none of them are as fun as the well-behaved and tall maid Zhi Ji!  (in every sense)

    Seeking collection and recommendation.  )
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