The Rise of the Cemetery

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It was precisely because of the problem of the Burning Plains that Karthus had no choice but to start wandering and wandering aimlessly.

Since the last breakup, his and Younu's souls have been cast by Farina with some kind of veiling spell. Although it is impossible to completely isolate the remote sensing of the witch god avatar, the clues and information obtained by the other party are less and less, and more and more vague. If it wasn't like this, as a Death Singer who registered as a head reward in the wizarding world, he wouldn't dare to run around in human society with such a big thorn.

Pretending to be a low-level first-ring wizard along the way, Karthus explored the secrets of the wizarding world, looking for ideas and solutions to solve the current problems. But don't tell me, I really found a solution for him that is not a solution.

Karthus, as the great Deathsinger, what is he best at? To create death, of course! So the method he came up with was always inseparable from killing and death.

The Plague Daughter is a solution he came up with!

In the Necropolis, when it comes to necromancy and undead transformation, the necromancer Kel'Thuzad deserves to be ranked first. But when it comes to curses, toxins, and plagues, Karthus doesn't think he's any worse than that Necromancer. So along the way, he has repeatedly planned and concocted a great and shocking masterpiece-the Plague Daughter.

The Plague Daughter, a worm mother composed entirely of plague worms, a disease hotbed that spreads plague everywhere. She can be transformed into tens of millions, and each plague virus is a small incarnation of her. As long as all the incarnations are not instantly destroyed by the enemy, as long as she can escape a plague virus, she can be resurrected by virtue of the rapid infection and division mutation of the plague.

To a certain extent, she is similar to a Gorefiend, but she is more extreme than the other party, and her methods are more ruthless.

In fact, Karthus had such an idea long ago, but he did not report it to the master of the cemetery, because he knew Li Xun's master's nature, and it was impossible for him to approve such an experiment that took the extinction of life as his own responsibility.

But now in the world of wizards, without the strong restraint of his master, coupled with the huge problems encountered, Karthus couldn't hold back his restless mind to turn this idea into reality, and let his greatest creation—the plague Daughter, become the most powerful weapon in your hands.

For this great ideal, Karthus went all the way, studied all the way, and knew all the details of the transformation, but he lacked the most suitable experimental carrier.

This couldn't help but make him restless.

He can study technical problems day and night to overcome them, and the material problem can also be solved by looting, but the choice of this kind of mother of the plague is not under his control at all.

First of all, the mother body must be a woman who fits the constitution of the dark element, and secondly, she must be born with extremely high willpower. When the above two conditions are met, the target must also have a nostalgia for life and a yearning for death. The stronger it is, the more suitable it is to become the worm mother who breeds the daughter of the plague.

Adding all these harsh conditions one by one makes it difficult to find insect mothers.

In order to find a suitable human girl, Karthus walked very slowly along the way, searching for almost every village and town of a small size. Even for this reason, he secretly issued a reward in the Adventurer's Association of the Wizarding World, soliciting information about similar girls at a high price.

So just after settling down in the hotel in Maplewood Town after nightfall, Karthus plunged into the largest tavern in the town.

As soon as I entered the door, I was greeted by noisy and harsh sounds, and my nose was filled with cheap perfume, the smell of sweat, the faint fragrance of wheat wine, and the fennel on the fried steak. All kinds of different breaths mixed together to form a unique and extremely lethal smell, which made Karthus unprepared and sneezed loudly.

Wizards are indeed the well-deserved protagonists of the wizarding world, and they can walk sideways in almost all regions, but they have to be divided into three, six, and nine classes. As Karthus pretended, a middle-aged man in his 40s was a first-ring wizard who was just starting out, and he was not a figure worthy of attention in any way.

Therefore, the arrival of Karthus did not make everyone in the bar feel overly surprised, they just toasted him politely. Karthus walked past all kinds of drinkers silently with a serious expression, and went straight to the wine table in the darkest corner of the room.

When he sat down heavily on the stool, the little leader of the Adventurer's Association who was in charge of the intelligence liaison here quickly took off his hat to pay tribute, and then leaned in front of him and started talking in a low voice.

It's really unexpected that the Plague Maiden's body, which can't be found anywhere, got a clue here.

Coming out of the tavern in a hurry, Karthus found a place where there was no one and cast an invisibility spell on himself, and then went straight to the location provided by the other party.

...

A low and old thatched hut on the northwest edge of Fenglin Town.

The bright crescent moon in the sky lightly sprinkled its silver light into the hut, illuminating the thatched pile next to the corner of the room. Sierra leaned lightly beside the haystack, while rubbing her empty belly, while peeking through the gap to the tall and spacious wooden house at the end of her sight.

With the help of the cold moonlight, it can be clearly seen that this Saila is an eleven or twelve-year-old young girl who is still in the puberty stage. It's a pity that due to years of malnutrition, she is obviously much smaller and thinner than girls of the same age. Not only is her face covered with criss-cross stains, even her clothes are also covered with foul-smelling mud.

Maybe this is the only way to cover her tender and delicate face, and to prevent her from being targeted by street thugs and becoming a missing person who no one cares about.

It was dinner time of the day, the lights were brightly lit, the food was fragrant, and one or two cheerful chuckles could be faintly heard.

"Aunt Enmir's family is going to eat again!" Saila thought bitterly.

Just when she was getting more and more hungry, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside the thatched cottage, and soon, a figure blocked the cold moonlight penetrating into the cottage.

A boy with a hairy head who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old pushed open the crooked "wooden door", got in, and whispered softly: "Sai La, Sai La, come out quickly and see what I brought you? "

The thatched hut is dim, and there is an unspeakable musty smell from the rotted thatch. Even many beggars are unwilling to live in such a bad environment.

Coming to this dark place suddenly, it took Little John several seconds to gradually adapt to the light in the room. The thatched hut was simply small, and there was not much room for people except for the piles of thatch, so he quickly found the half-starved Saila.

"Sera, get up. Do you see what this is?"

Little John took out a small bulging bag from his bosom, squatted beside Saila, gently opened the bag, and suddenly a unique fragrance of oatmeal wafted into his nostrils.

food? !

Saila, who was already dizzy from hunger, smelled the aroma, regained her strength in an instant, sat up from the haystack suddenly, threw herself in front of her pocket, and swallowed heavily. Since there was no shelling and no fresh water, Saila soon choked. Even though her little face was flushed and she coughed incessantly, she was still not willing to waste a penny, covered her mouth with her hands, and swallowed them bit by bit with all her strength.

"Don't worry, Saila, there's still a lot here, you can have a full meal today!" Little John looked at this partner who grew up with him distressedly, and stretched out his hand to help her pat her back to calm down.

With the help of that brief moment, Sera seemed to have seen something, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Little John's arm.

A welt was clearly visible on the wrist, the wound was slightly raised, and faint blood was slowly oozing out.

Saila let out a soft cry, and pulled Little John a step forward, only then did he see clearly that even his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were bruised, obviously he had been severely beaten.

Silent tears flowed down instantly.

It is the harvest season of the year, and there are caravans and carriages full of heavy grain bales inside and outside the town. As long as you are quick with your hands and feet, a hollow bamboo tube sharpened at one end and a small sack will be able to A lot of food was stolen from the carriage. But once caught by the guys driving the car, they have to be punched and kicked.

Sera has been starving all year round, so how can she still have the strength to do such difficult work. If it weren't for the food that Little John got from hanging out on the street every day, Saila would have starved to death in this dilapidated hut.

"John, it's all for me! I..." Saila pulled little John down, and tore a strip from the clean place on his body to help bandage the wound on his wrist.

Little John smiled shyly, and by tilting his head to avoid Sierra's little hand trying to caress the corner of his bruised eye, he looked at the big house in the distance through the gap in the wall of the thatched cottage, and cursed bitterly. : "It's all your damn Uncle Enmir's family. Obviously they are boarding at your house, but your father has only lost contact with you for a year, and they kicked you out..."

Saila shook her head subconsciously, the tears flowed more and more cheerfully, which diluted a lot of the mud on her fair face, revealing a delicate and delicate face.

"This could be my life! John, I miss Dad so much!"

As a well-known adventurer, Sera's father was also a well-known figure in Fenglin Town. However, after participating in an expedition hired by the wizard, his whereabouts were never known.

Saila put her arms around her knees and curled herself back into the darkest corner, sobbing silently.

Little John rubbed his hands in distress, but he didn't know how to comfort a crying girl. He could only push the bag of oats forward again, and said in a bitter voice, "Sai La, don't worry. I've joined Sock now. You will soon learn all the skills, and then you can avenge you! Not to mention your damn uncle's family, I will not let go of even the bribed magistrate's family!"

There was silence in the darkness.

Little John shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and got out of the low thatched hut, turned his head and looked at the wooden hut with a warm and warm bonfire, cursed in a low voice and walked away along the side path.