"This is the new magic plague developed by the Royal Pharmacist Association of the forgotten? It seems that the effect is not good..." Zhang Cheng frowned when he saw more and more corpses awakened in the city.

The reason is very simple. Although the green smoke spreads very fast through the air and covers the whole Wharf in the blink of an eye, most of them are slow-moving dead bodies, and only a few have successfully evolved into agile ghouls. Perhaps the number is frightening, but the quality is really not good.

Not to mention that it is not enough to deal with the scourge Legion or the alliance. No matter the mage who masters the arcane power, or the priest and paladin who use the divine energy, they can easily kill these low undead in pieces.

Just when he felt a little disappointed with the power of the magic plague, the initially infected body suddenly changed.

I saw the body\'s bloody chest. I don\'t know when a huge ugly tumor like a mouth grew. As soon as the tumor took shape, it began to devour the surrounding low-level undead. In just a few minutes, it changed from an ordinary zombie to a three meter tall man.

Although the temporarily pieced up hatred is far less strong and resistant to beating than the real hatred, and there are even bloody intestines in some places, it is no longer something that ordinary people can deal with.

Of course, this is not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing is that some other living corpses also had similar mutations. In less than ten minutes, thirty or forty ferocious and terrible stitches appeared in the army of the dead.

Different from the suture hatred made by normal alchemy and necromancer magic, they have no reason at all, and will not obey anyone\'s orders. They are full of only one idea, that is to kill every living life around them.

In fact, not only these abominations, but also the awakened zombies and ghouls, crazy through every street and lane, rush into houses, drag out civilians hiding in houses or basements, and brutally kill and eat them.

Without the charm of the large-scale group of Shentian tower, the survivors finally recovered their consciousness and stared at the purgatory like scene in front of them.

Whether ordinary people or soldiers lucky enough not to die, they couldn\'t help holding their breath at this moment.

Even in their dreams, they could not imagine that they would one day be surrounded by thousands of dead. And these monsters were relatives, friends, or enemies fighting each other one second, but the next second they have become another evil life form - the undead.

Under the infection of fear and despair, everyone forgot to escape and resist. They stood in place foolishly and let the ghouls and Zombies rush up to kill themselves. Their faces didn\'t show expressions of pain and fear, but left relief.

Hearing the screams coming from the city becoming less and weaker, Zhang Cheng realized that the whole old town might have completely become a city of death.

In particular, hundreds of thousands of souls wandering in the air have forced the ambient temperature to drop rapidly, and white ice has condensed in some extreme places.

With so many souls and death energy, it is estimated that only when Arthas was a prince, he ordered the slaughter of the whole stansom.

As a magic sword that devours the soul to maintain its strength, the soul arrest messenger undoubtedly felt the ubiquitous temptation and asked in a low voice, "what do you want to do? Aren\'t so many delicious souls prepared for me?"

"No, of course not. I intend to create myself a loyal servant and an executioner who controls the death energy..." Zhang Cheng replied meaningfully.

"Oh? You mean... Making a death knight?!" the voice of the magic sword revealed an undisguised surprise.

After all, death knights, a kind of high-level goods, can not be created casually. They need not only a perfect and suitable object, but also extremely complex and cruel magic rituals. Both are indispensable.

Zhang Cheng smiled and nodded: "That\'s right! But to correct it, what I want is not a simple death knight, but a death dragon knight. Have you noticed the scarred half dragon man below? He has pure dragon blood flowing in his body. I\'m ready to integrate him with the death dragon to form a symbiotic relationship of soul. In this way, when I summon the dragon, I can even join him Summon it. How\'s it going? My creativity is good. "

"It\'s really interesting! I\'m surprised that you have begun to learn to take advantage of loopholes in some game rules. But please be careful. Magic, especially undead magic, is always full of all kinds of unexpected accidents and dangers. I believe with your intelligence, it\'s not difficult to understand how terrible consequences will happen if hundreds of thousands of innocent souls get out of control." The magic sword silently reminded me.

"Don\'t worry, as long as they have this, they can\'t take out my control." after saying that, Zhang Cheng took out the cold smelling natural disaster stone from his pocket and gave an attack order to the death dragon lurking in the dark.

The big guy, who had grown to nearly eight meters, rushed out of the shadow directly at a speed almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, waved his claws, grabbed the wings behind the enemy and tore it off.

"Ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!!!!"

Eric, who was badly hurt, couldn\'t help kneeling on one knee and roaring in pain. Blood gushed out along the broken position of his wings.

Two corpse monsters, three suture abominations, and more than a dozen ghouls rushed up to seize the opportunity, overturned him on the spot, and rushed up to bite and beat him.

Although the hard dragon scale has extremely high defense ability, it is not invulnerable. After a while, there are more than a dozen deep bone wounds on the body. What\'s more, the right hand holding the weapon seems to be hated and broken with a heavy beam, which can\'t make any strength at all.

Noting that the most important test object seemed to have lost most of its combat effectiveness, Zhang Cheng tilted his mouth slightly and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "the time is ripe! It\'s time to carry out the last part! Do hold on, dear little white mouse, if you die, all my efforts will be in vain..."

The voice just fell!

He raised his left hand holding the Firestone staff and began to sing the harsh spell loudly. With the singing, a line hidden in the middle of the main road suddenly began to emit a strange green light, followed by the second and third roads.

In less than three or five minutes, a huge magic array that enveloped the whole old town finally emerged.