Even with reinforcements, the Scarlet Crusaders operating in the Eastern Plaguelands were less than a thousand men, more than half of them were stationed in Stratholme, and the rest were scattered in the strongholds and the Cowlin junction next to Lake Blackwood.

Where to find someone, Loria felt a pain in her head, and she tried in vain to count the number of people, but soon forgot where she had counted...... A faint sound woke her from her sleep, and it took a few minutes for her consciousness to finally come back to reality, and she got out of the warm bed, lifted the tent, and saw the lifeless Lake of Blackwood glowing orange.

She staggered to the edge of the lake, and picked up the water with both hands, there was no filthy stench, no inexplicable algae, it was too clean, so clean that only the smell of death remained, she drank the water in her hands, and lay down on the edge of the lake and began to wash, several soldiers sat lazily around the campfire in the camp, and they were not surprised by Loria's actions, but the pot on the fire, in which the boiling water was taken from the little lake polluted by the plague.

The Scourge Alchemist on Naxxramas has put a new plague, and now it is not only humans, it can even infect other living races, and the alliance and the tribe have been hindered from fighting from the position of gradually winning to the level of hard support, and winter is coming, and it is becoming more and more difficult for the southern supplies to be transported into the plague lands, except for the forsaken and the silver dawn paladins who live here all year round, the alliance and the horde began to retreat...... There is no way to do it, if you can't even drink water, how can you fight?

Most of Loria's team had been sent back to defend the city or look for supplies to use, and now only a few dozen people were left with her...... Dozens of vampires like her who can run rampant in the Plaguelands.

This group is tough and resilient, and most importantly, they don't have to fear any plague or carry any supplies, but they are full of sewage and mushrooms.

"It's mushroom soup again......"

Loria sat listlessly by the campfire, pushing the hand to refuse the plague mushroom soup that Mills had handed her, and she thought of another benefit, winter had come, and the hardy compatriots did not need charcoal and cotton clothes for warmth.

She wanted to take advantage of the night to bite all the humans in Stratholme.

"Miss, there is no convoy passing through Blackwood Lake today, what should we do?"

Someone asked him that he should have called Loria a duke or lord, but what about it, Loria rubbed her unkempt hair and said with some uncertainty, "Go out for a walk?"

Fighting a war was nothing like Loria had imagined it to be—sitting in a gorgeous tent drinking juice while fiddling with the pieces on the board, sleeping until she woke up in the morning, and gesturing in front of the map in the afternoon.

They had been in this damn plague for more than half a year, and even though they were physically adapted, they were still mentally unacceptable, and many people's most urgent desire was to look at the green plants in a daze and see the kittens rolling on the ground.

"Count me in, I can't figure out how the guys of Silver Dawn have managed to stay here year after year. ”

"The Chapel of the Wish of Light has vines and a few small trees brought in from the south. Loria pouted disdainfully, "They'll enjoy it, whoever writes a letter and asks little Verding to send some pots of flowers." ”

Immediately someone ran to write the letter.

But they all forgot that there are no flowers that bloom in the north in winter.

Soon, the people who responded to her call gathered, and seven or eight people climbed on the backs of the slightly thin horses, not that the others did not want to go, but they only had a few horses...... Loria jumped onto the back of the giant bat tethered to the side of the camp, and only the ugly animal rejoiced every day.

With the terrible scream of the bat, she rose into the air, and she grabbed the reins with one hand at random, circled over the camp for a while, then lowered the altitude, pointed out a random direction to the riders on the ground, and then pulled up again.

Hopefully, one day the Scarlet Crusader warriors would be able to harness thousands of tame bats to deliver deadly blows from the heads of their enemies, but the day was still far, far away, and Loria quickly shook off the team on the ground, and she kept flying southeast, and half an hour later, when she found a small group of undead, she commanded the bats to descend to the ground.

With almost no thought flow, she used the most magical way to accurately pierce the heads of the zombies with slender ice arrows, and then picked up the rubble on the ground to throw the last and only remaining one.

She didn't even bother to untie the Ash Messenger on her back, for her, the scourge was just an endless source of troublesome enemies, and there was no more sense of horror.

The pebble hit the zombie's head and bounced back up, and the next moment, the zombie fell limply, Loria was shocked, she looked at her right hand in disbelief, could it be that she had unconsciously practiced the mystery of throwing weapons?

It wasn't until two slender and tall figures approached that she realized that the zombie's head had been pierced by a sharp arrow.

Library ...... Kid, what are you doing here?"

Loria looked at the woman who spoke in a daze, her mind confused for a moment, not knowing if it was because of her lame lingua franca, or if someone didn't know her, or ...... Or those fluffy, pointed ears on her head.

"High Elves?"

"Shut up! We are Sindore...... Blood Elf!" another male elf with a short staff glared at her.

"Wow, don't be angry, don't be angry. ”

She knew that there were some High Elves still working for the Alliance, and they were stationed in Hinterland, and the Blood Elves ...... What are the blood elves? Loria looked curiously at the two strange elves, the man wearing a red robe, and the woman with a bow and arrow wearing a red bandeau that showed her navel and a short skirt embroidered with golden flowers...... Looking at her pale face, she must have been frozen.

She looked at her tattered clothes again, and her skirt was torn with a big gap, exposing her thighs, and she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of herself.

"Hey, kid, answer my question! What are you doing here?"

The two men and women who called themselves blood elves seemed to be very unfriendly to humans, and their high cocked nostrils and disgusted and twitching faces seemed to treat Loria as if she were something dirty.

Although she bathes in the lake every day, her clothes are indeed very tattered.

"I—I'm here to pray to the Light. Loria looked at the elf's overly slender waist, "And now, I find that it loves me." ”

Annoyed by Loria's inappropriate answers and unreasonable gaze, her companion, who was about to cast a spell to punish the human hate, suddenly fell to the ground.

"Hey, you. ”

Falling to her knees with a sudden blow to her knees, the elf was horrified to find the human girl holding a sharp blade to her neck.

"You, take off your clothes. ”