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 Undead? Undead! The old miner Johansen's eyes widened instantly, as if seeing a ghost in broad daylight. He pointed to the ground under his feet, meaning here? By our side? Isn't the undead at the northernmost point of the mainland? We are at the southernmost point.
 "Is it the legendary undead disaster that happened in Lordaeron? Could it be that they have already arrived in the south!?"
 He thought Vanessa was alarmist, but he didn't dare to question her face to face.
 "Come with me, let you take a look." Vanessa motioned him to go with her, and the two entered the original Dafan bedroom. There was no such thing as commemorating the old father. After the blood on the ground was cleaned up, here It has been transformed into a slightly crude laboratory by her.
 At this time, there was a Defias thief whose hands and feet were bound and who was still struggling and growling according to his body's instincts.
 "Look carefully at his arms and eyes, do you feel that the skin color is wrong? Because he has come into contact with something with plague toxin, he has already begun to become undead. I estimate that he will completely lose his mind in two days at most and become Become a ghoul who only knows how to devour flesh and blood."
 Vanessa shook her head lightly. According to her understanding, the undead plague is a kind of microorganisms. They erode and destroy the immune system of the human body, and even destroy the central nervous system in a short period of time. This process is completely irreversible.
 If it was in the early stage of the infection, letting the priest or paladin use a lot of gentle energy to wash it away, maybe it could be saved, but it is undoubtedly too late now.
 This plague toxin that transforms ordinary people into undead is a sinister method of the early curse gods. They put a large number of infection sources into the farmer's barn and infected the grain. When the farmer ate the grain, he was quickly transformed into undead. , the Cult of the Cursed God relied on this method to obtain a large number of soldiers in the early stage.
 Good and bad people are mixed, the infected grain will not be eaten up by coincidence, there will always be some leftovers, the merchants are greedy for the profit, whether intentionally or unintentionally, they sell the infected grain all over the world, and many poor people who cannot eat They become new victims, and the place where they stayed for a long time will be affected by toxin radiation and become a new source of infection, and then a new cycle begins.
 The thieves in Defias would not be unable to eat, but Da Fan sent many men to collect weapons and equipment before. Among them, a large number of weapons that had killed the undead in the northern battlefield and were contaminated by the blood of the undead flowed to the south.
 These weapons have now become a new source of pollution. After a long period of contact, the toxins in the body are increasing, and the Defias thieves who have handled them are transformed into undead unknowingly.
 This conversion process is slower than directly swallowing the poisoned grain, but it is also irreversible.
 "I heard that the time from infection to onset is very short? It actually takes two days? Is it related to personal physique?" When it came to his own life and death, the old miner asked urgently.
 "It's related to physique, but it's not absolute. This guy should only have skin contact. Look at his left hand, and compare it with his right hand. The left hand is exactly the same as a dead person." Vanessa signaled the old miner to go up and touch it, and the other party shook his head. He just stretched his neck and took a look.
 Indeed, the left hand has completely turned blue, the muscles have shrunk completely, the skin is tightly attached to the bones, the five fingers are curled up, like the sharp claws of some kind of animal, and the right hand still has some human appearance.
 "What are you afraid of? We still have time, and the plague is still far away from us." She gave this restless subordinate a few words.
 I have to say that the Cult of the Damned and Scourge Legion's routines are simple and powerful, not to mention pure thieves organizations like the Defias Brotherhood, even the Scarlet Crusaders with a lot of priests and paladins often have soldiers polluted by the undead plague. Transformation into undead creatures.
 Fortunately, the origin of the plague is in the north, thousands of kilometers away from their side, and their side is not so serious that it can't be controlled.
 It can be said that in the crisis-ridden continent of Azeroth, the western wilderness under Vanessa's feet is definitely a treasure land conducive to development. This land is not a desert, but rather fertile. It's just that more than half of it was abandoned by their fraternity. .
 Eliminate conflicts, bring people to reclaim the land, grow food by yourself, cut off external commercial circulation, and turn this place into a closed agricultural society. The plague will not cause too much damage to them. As for the outsiders, she doesn't care. up.
 "Johnsen, are you afraid of death? Don't be afraid, I mean, do you want to become undead?"
 "Of course not. I think my life is good now, and I don't want to become those ugly things." The old miner answered very frankly this time.
 Vanessa nodded: "I don't want to either, so now we need priests and exorcism to help us resist the erosion of toxins."
 The old miner thought for a while: "But our relationship with Stormwind...? They won't send priests to help us."
 Not to mention that they have raised their flags to rebel, and now they are standing on the opposite side of Stormwind City. UU reading www.uukanshu. Even if they didn't rebel, they were still the good people who couldn't fight back when they were beaten or cursed at. Like those nobles in Stormwind City, they wouldn't care about the life and death of these poor people in the Westfall.
 Send a priest to save people? What an international joke! Stormwind City doesn't even care about these people's rebellion, how many people are dead?
 Vanessa's expression was indifferent: "I understand, so I'm going out to find a pastor who is willing to help us. It's as short as half a month or as long as a month. I'll come back and leave you to look after the house. Is it okay?"
 She doesn't trust the old miners, but now she really has no one to use, so she can only take a little risk.
 "Which pastor do you want? How about I go?" He wanted to be out of danger, but also to show his loyalty.
 If only you could go! Vanessa shook her head helplessly: "I don't know the specific situation, so I'll go find it myself."
 The entire western wilderness is a desert of civilization. Grandma does not love her uncle. Comrade Da Fan raised the flag and rebelled here for several years. Stormwind City just ignored it, so you know how embarrassing this area is.
 It's nothing, there is no priest at all, and the only paladin is the boss of Sentinel Hill, the sworn enemy of their Defias Brotherhood. The character of the old knight is admirable, and his selfless spirit is also worthy of recognition, but he participated in the murder of Dafan, that is Vanessa's enemy.
 She wouldn't plead with her enemies, let alone let the old knight stay in her mine of death, and shine two holy lights on the crowd every morning.
 The other party will not agree, and she will not agree. After Da Fan's death, there is no possibility for the two sides to turn their hostility into friendship. Some enmities can be resolved, but others cannot.
 Now she can only go outside the West Wilderness to find a priest, and then either fool her or hire him to get him back.
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 Not for the Alliance, nor for the Horde!
 For the justice in our hearts, to seek an explanation for all the innocents, and to fight for those civilians who are ignored by the nobles, Vanessa VanCleef has set a small goal. I want to push Stormwind City first!
 Ps: There is an old book with 5 million words, and the quality is guaranteed. Please rest assured to collect it.
 Ps: Group numbers 639, 265, 715
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 As a game maker with a fanatical pursuit of horror games, Qin Ge brought the materials accumulated in his previous life to a world where he could make games by visualizing.
 He understood that he was obliged to bring a relaxing and enjoyable healing game to the players in this world.
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 Super soldier Su Chen, returned to the city and returned to the city, set off all directions! The king of soldiers that once famous the world, let everyone be convinced!
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 I, the mighty Telepath Starlord, got banished into the mortal world. The days in the mortal world are much better than those in heaven! Everything is here — money, authority and most importantly stunning beauties! I am from a rich family. Yes, I am indeed wealthy now. The kind of wealth where you would not want to displease me. Domineering CEOs, military big shots, business geniuses, you name it — I know them all! I know everything you are thinking about. You can’t defeat me anyway, how are you going to go against me? A century in the mortal world is only equivalent to a hundred days in heaven. 
 As an urban banished immortal, I will enjoy the heck out of my time in the human world and a huge commotion would arise in heaven!
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 Qin Yun, fallen crown prince of Qin Empire. Inherits the martial legacy of nine sun world. The superb martial legacy in his arsenal, insane inscription techniques in his fingertips, surrounded by enemies and beauties abound. But Qin Yun is not satisfied, he wants to go beyond the nine suns into the great astral infinity, to become a GOD.
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 The uncle of a historical collector keeps an ancient secret. He has no heirs. He hopes that his nephew can inherit this ancient secret.
 But the nephew has no interest. He is only interested in developing weapons. More new weapons. Earn more banknotes. This is his only pleasure.
 However, in the process of passing on this ancient secret, an accident occurred. The nephew crossed.
 Coming to the end of the Warring States Period.
 Hey, if you come here, you will be safe. I am a weapon expert. Isn’t it easy to deal with cold weapons?
 You have a cavalry, I have a machine gun, if you rush, I will mine mines, pull the barbed wire, you run, I’m an expert. There are tanks and armored vehicles on the ground and planes in the sky. Surrender.
 What are you waiting for when mechanized weapons are used in ancient battlefields?
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 I am a high achiever, also a super athlete. I am a game guru, also kungfu master. Cooking, medicine, music, dance… there is nothing I can’t do. Undoubtedly even though I could have eked out a living with my face, I try to rely on my talent instead. I am Su Chen, I am a perfect prince charming.
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 Eight years ago, Thunderclap Ancient City changed overnight. Young City Lord Qin Ming was sold off to Azure Cloud Sect as a servant and 200,000 common people were driven into Great Azure Mountain as slaves.
 Eight years later, after tempering his spirit and becoming a martial artist, the Asura awakens, an unyielding youth that defies heaven rises.
 Provide me a blade and I will be able to break the blue dome of heaven. Provide me a sword and I can show the heavens. A Golden Unicorn is an animal with no particular talent, but when encountered with an unstable situation, it will change into a dragon[1].
 Acting Asura’s Child, Undying Monarch, Thunderclap Battle Senior, Ancient Ocean Barbarian Emperor and so on. Each and every title fell onto Qin Ming’s body. This lofty and unyielding youth stepped on heaven yet was fine. He guided numerous close friends and young beauties, proudly fought everywhere, swept across the world, and composed deeply moving hot-blooded battle songs.
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 Theology has its own origin.
 Science has its own origins.
 Arcane naturally has its own origin.
 This is the worst time in the world, and it is also the best time.
 The Age of Domination has come to an end, magic is returning, and the whole world is changing noisily.
 A person’s abilities are ultimately limited, and he has to hold a group for warmth in order to face the future collapse and create his own future.
 Hegemony of heterogeneous farming!
 …
 PS: The opening of the book is low-spirited, and the pre-warlocks dominate, slowly opening up a colorful fantasy world. 
 Magic research, arcane exploration, world trends, and farming shuttle each other. The protagonist unknowingly changes the world’s rational text.
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 Some say he is the bad apple in a basket, that he’s rotting everything around him with disgrace and corruption.
 Some say he is the biggest scum of the South Zhanbu Continent, that he’s colluding with the dark sects to cheat, steal, and commit all manner of atrocities.
 Some say he is the most wanted playboy. “Lock your daughters at home to keep Fang Xing away!”
 To all of those people, “That’s right, I am that big rotten apple. Any problem with that?”
 This brand of anti-hero is a young orphan with poor prospects and nothing more than the keepsakes of his uncles. He plots, schemes, and orchestrates all manner of villainy in his quest for power and revenge, unafraid to live precariously and make enemies out of those he really should not.
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 “Why can you touch girls without being struck by lightning!” the traverser A roared. 
 “I am special…” 
 “Why can you bring the girl home!” The traverser B roared unwillingly. 
 “This is a special treatment…” 
 “Why do we want to draw a knife and chop you as soon as we see you!?” Many traversers. 
 “I am your enemy…” 
 This book is the story of the protagonist leading a group of girls to fight with the traversers…
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 He was once Head of the Immortal Sects.
 Jiang Zheliu resisted the world’s destruction, protecting the people single-handedly. After losing all his spiritual energy, his hair turned white overnight.
 All that remained was a millennium passed in vain, and a grave disease.
 He distanced himself from the Cultivation World, went to Zhongnan Mountain to collect herbal medicines and grow flowers, as if to retire.
 Until….. Those little demons he had once saved, his cherished juniors, even those devils that he had suppressed innumerable times, all came knocking at his door, each more excited than the next gripping his hand:
 “Qianbei, what type do you like? Can you not be so rigid on your requirements?”
 Jiang Zheliu: “……？？？”
 Wenren Ye is newly appointed Devil Lord of the Devil Realm.
 He is cold-hearted, devilishly handsome, and when he was younger he suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of a certain Head of the Immortal Sects.
 Still obsessed with this defeat, Wenren Ye hurried through the night to Zhongnan Mountain, but all he saw was white-haired weak Immortal Sects Leader, with droopy eyes, sick to the bone, with freshly coughed up blood staining his lips.
 His obsession was still alive, but his heart was also thumping.
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 This is the story of Long Yi, who was killed because he took revenge for the girl he loved. Before he dies, a strange lightning carries his soul into a different realm. How will he live, when the first thing he noticed upon arrival is that, the man whose body he possessed is raping the country’s princess?
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