The second wing was everything Kelâ€™Thuzad could have hoped. Magical artifacts, laboratory equipment, and other supplies that put his old laboratories to shame, huge rooms that could hold a veritable army of assistants, undead beasts that had been cleverly sewn together from a hodgepodge of animals and reanimated. Even a few undead humanoids composed of body parts from assorted humans. The human body parts bore no wounds: unlike the nerubians, the humans had not fought their fate. The necromancer must have acquired the bodies from a local graveyard. The Kirin Tor would have taken immediate action. Unfortunately the third wing proved less interesting. Anubâ€™arak showed him an armory and an area for combat training. Next the crypt lord led him through chambers filled with hundreds of sealed barrels and shipping crates.
Why would Naxxramas need so much in the way of supplies? The pyramid was well stocked in the unlikely event that it was besieged. At last he and Anubâ€™arak reached the last wing. Giant mushrooms grew in a garden area and gave off noxious fumes that made Kelâ€™Thuzad feel ill. The soil beneath each mushroom seemed unhealthy, possibly diseased. Going closer to inspect it, he stepped on something that squished: a fist-sized creature that resembled a maggot. He shuddered and hastily moved on. The next room had a number of small cauldrons filled with a bubbling greenish liquid. Curious despite the substanceâ€™s revolting odor, Kelâ€™Thuzad took a step forward, but a massive claw abruptly blocked his way.
â€œThe master wishes you to remain among the living. Your time has not yet come.â€ His breath caught in his throat. â€œIt would have killed me?â€ â€œThere are many who will not serve the master in life. The fluid resolves that difficulty.â€ At Kelâ€™Thuzadâ€™s blank look, the crypt lord said, â€œCome. I will show you.â€ Anubâ€™arak took him to a cell that held two prisoners. The man was cradling the woman in his arms; she was ghastly pale and soaked in sweat. Alive, both of them, though the woman was clearly ill. Kelâ€™Thuzad glanced at the crypt lord uneasily.