Stratholme, Scourge Army impacted Scarlet Crusade's defense line, constantly compressing the Crusaders' space.
A fat maggot covered in rune armor ran rampant like a steamroller, tearing apart one bloody Warrior after another.
Whenever the bloody Warriors want to swarm up and attack Mr. Fat Maggots, a Ghouls will jump over suddenly and tear these Warriors into pieces in an instant.
This Ghouls is different from the ordinary Ghouls. His attack power is extremely strong, to a terrifying level. His speed is also comparable to that of a horse. He shuttles among the enemies, and the mages can't even aim at him.
He has a special name.
Tragic Timmy.
This little boy who was once rescued by Arthas has now turned into a Ghouls full of anger and confusion. He is larger than ordinary ones, and his claws are sharper than ordinary ones. Everything about him is like a fully strengthened super Ghouls.
The square of Scarlet Zone has been cleared, and a dwarf Death Knight slowly walked over and looked at the corpses of Scarlet Crusade around him.
"Well done, Fatty! And you, Timmy!"
Oscar wielded the fallen Dustbringer and began to resurrect these dead Scarlet Crusade.
As Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, he can now command huge numbers of the Scourge Legion.
But this is not what Oscar wants. He wants to stand on his own. He doesn't want to wait until Scourge Legion is defeated and become the subordinate of that tough girl Sylvanas.
Oscar prefers Death Knight from Fel magic. He can permanently control a Ghouls, but before meeting Timmy, he only had Mr. Fat Maggot as a partner.
"Would I like the ordinary Ghouls? I'm very hot... um... Lord Fat Maggot!"
So Oscar met Tragic Timmy, and summoned the will of Cthulhu, restoring the free thought of Timmy.
After another round of deception, Timmy, a simple-minded little boy, was pulled into Oscar's death chariot and signed a permanent contract.
Seeing a man named Scarlet Crusade Undead standing quietly behind him, Oscar felt satisfied for a while.
Undead of the Scourge Legion, the highest command authority is still Arch Lich Kel'Thuzad. If you want to form a team, you must secretly resurrect a group of Undead who are only loyal to you.
Looking at the gate at the end of the square ahead, there is Scarlet Crusade's lair. I heard that it is led by High Lord named Dathrohan.
Hum... They all belong to me!
"Oscar's Legion, attack!"
The dwarf waved the fallen Dustbringer again, and a sandstorm mixed with death and shadow roared and rolled the door into pieces.
Balnazzar is very depressed. Ever since he took over Dathrohan and made everyone think he had died and returned to Twisting Nether, his life has been quite comfortable. Recently, I also planned to corrupt and control another High Lord and Abendis.
but... Scourge Legion suddenly went crazy?
For such a big battle, one of Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was specially sent to attack him!
Reports from the messengers came one after another. The dwarf Death Knight named Oscar was advancing all the way. The dead Scarlet Crusade were resurrected into Scourge Warrior.
Timmy was killing them. His sharp claws pierced the Scarlet Mage and Priest one after another. The remaining Warrior and Paladin could only resist the impact of Oscar and Scourge Legion.
Coming deep into the fortress, Oscar killed the last librarian and looked up at a special painting on the wall.
He knows the person in the painting, that is Paladin High Lord Tirion*Fording. He heard that he has now lost Holy Light and is living in seclusion.
The content of the painting is a Tirion family of three, with extremely happy expressions on their expressions, standing in front of a wooden house.
There was a line of small words written in the lower right corner. Oscar moved up to it and took a closer look.
Love and Family.
Oscar was silent for a while, then took down the painting and put it into the space ring.
Yes, family...
How is my old mother in Ironforge doing now?
She must have been extremely sad when she learned of her son's death.
The dwarf decided to find a suitable time to return the painting to Tirion*Fording.
Arriving at the deepest part of the fortress, Dathrohan had disappeared. Balnazzar, the cunning Pit Lord, saw that the momentum was wrong and once again escaped decisively.
After spending a day, Oscar finally resurrected all the corpses of Scarlet Crusade for Scarlet Undead. His goal was achieved.
The dwarf ordered these Scarlet Undead to continue to guard this area and become his secret base and retreat. When Scourge Legion is defeated, he can rely on this group of loyal subordinates to pull the banner, divide the territory and build a happy country of Oscar...
Thinking about it, I'm still a little excited...
****
Eastern Plaguelands, Darrowshire.
Sylvanas impatiently killed the last Ghouls who rushed towards him, and the surrounding Death Knight also began to clean the battlefield, looking for fish that had slipped through the net.
Cthulhu heard from Hu Feng that there was a being here who was worth saving, and that he wanted to come here in person. This aroused great curiosity in Queen Sylvanas.
"Her Majesty the Queen, found it!" A Twilight's Hammer's High Elves Death Knight rode over and said respectfully.
Queen Sylvanas walked into a dilapidated house in the ruins of the town, and a Death Knight was trying to comfort a little ghost.
Is it her? The ghost of a little girl? Worth saving???
"What's your name?" Queen Sylvanas squatted down and said as gently as possible.
"Pamela... My name is Pamela... Big sister, have you met my parents? And my doll..."
The queen waved her hand, and Death Knight immediately understood and led people to look for the doll.
"Pamela, it's very dangerous here. You have to go back with me and then look for your parents." Queen Sylvanas nodded and replied gently.
After a while, Death Knight came back with a doll. The doll that was originally broken into four pieces had been roughly temporarily pieced together by a female Death Knight.
Pamela immediately got the doll happily with a smile on her face.
"Thank you! Now I'm going to find my parents!"
Queen Sylvanas sighed and summoned Cthulhu's Whisper.
Although this is a bit cruel, but... The world is more cruel.
"Sober up, Pamela..."
Pamela's little ghost body trembled. She was being pulled out of the shattered illusions and persistence she had created by Cthulhu.
"Are they... all dead?"
Pamela hugged the doll tightly, lowered her head and trembled all over, but she could no longer shed tears.
"Arthas Prince killed them?"
Queen Sylvanas hugged Pamela, who had temporarily condensed into a physical entity, and comforted her.
"Yes, so come back with me. You must learn to become strong and avenge your parents."
"I want revenge, for my parents..." Pamela murmured and repeated Queen Sylvanas's words.
Then the little girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with hatred, and her ghostly body exuded wild fluctuations.
"I want revenge!"
The confused ghost disappeared, replaced by a wraith with great potential.
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