"Undead plague?"

As soon as Benny arrived at camp, he almost made the news shake and unsteady on his feet. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What about the intelligence guards, they watch over all of Northrend's coastline, and the magical sentinels of Dalaran, how can the undead appear in Gilneth without a word?"

"There are no undead. Sylvanas shook her head. "Just a few barrels and demons with plague, the camp is small, mostly Engineers Morgo, and some unholy machines that have never been seen before. ”

"Where's the stuff. Benny had a bad feeling in his heart.

"At the back of the camp, the Ministry of Intelligence and the Sacrificial Corps are watching. "Who knows if these plagues of the undead are in danger of leaking, and putting them in the camp is tantamount to looking for death.

"Go check it out. ”

Benny turned and walked out of the tent and quickly came to the back of the camp.

"Great Lord!" the personnel of the Intelligence Department are still like that, they like to hide in the shadows, and there are not many sentries on the surface.

"Where's the stuff?"

"The sacrificial group is conducting preliminary testing. The guard led the group through a thicket, a small open field in front of them, wrapped in a golden barrier, and priests in divine robes conversed around a pile of glowing green instruments.

"It's the Great Lord, open the barrier!"

The enchantment opened like a layer of clear water, and several people got into it.

"How?"

"Preliminary tests indicate that it is indeed a plague of the undead, but -----," an older priest explained.

"It's okay, just say it. "Surrounded by the absolute core members of the 'Dawn Light', there is nothing to shy away from.

"It's not just any plague, they seem to have some liquid with evil powers, and some ------ something different from either. ”

"Don't tell me it's a werewolf curse!" Benny crouched in front of the barrels that contained the plague, which were also wrapped in a golden barrier. "Is this possible?" Combine the werewolf curse with the plague?

"I think ----- very likely, Your Excellency. "The elder sacrifice shattered the last bit of hope. "According to the information we have now, it is already clear how the werewolf curse spreads------ bites, or scratches, it can be seen that they are transmitted through bodily fluids, very similar to the general plague, the demon is likely to have merged this curse with the plague of the undead, and we do not know whether this plague has the characteristics of both------ for example, the form of transmission and the speed of transmission, the incubation time, whether it can be cured during the incubation period like the undead plague, what will become of the people infected with this plague------, etc。 ”

"The only good news is that, according to Lady Windranger, the demons are planning to conduct experiments in the forest, but no animal or human corpses have been found at the scene, their testing has not yet begun, and the plague has not yet begun to spread. ”

"Where did you find the plague?

"It's still exploring, it's the second time, and there's nothing to be found, and there's always some trace where those demons have walked, but they seem to have appeared in that clearing out of thin air. "As the current head of the Intelligence Department, Trixie has also been summoned here.

"Plague----- plague ----" Benny's heart jumped as he looked at the barrels.

"Trixi!"

"Your Excellency?"

"Activate all emergency communication channels at once, and inform the Alliance and the Horde of everything we know about these new plagues as quickly as possible, and tell them that Gilneth is not the target of the demons, and that they have been the only target of these plagues from the beginning to the end!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

"Ciel. ”

"Huh?"

"We're busy. ”

"Have we been idle?"

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Meanwhile, somewhere in Gilneys.

The inexplicable stench mixed with the smell of sulfur made the cave smell enough to smoke ordinary people, and the roar of wild beasts and the curses of demons came from the depths of the cave from time to time, occasionally mixed with a few screams from who did not know who made them.

"The camp used for the experiment has been discovered?" The dark cavern was filled with only a few torches burning with green flames, and the dark green light illuminated Tikdios's face even more terrifyingly.

"Yes, Your Excellency, it's the troublesome golden dragon, and I'm not sure I can stop it. "A Dreadlord who was one size smaller than Tikdios seemed to be reporting something to it, and judging by its size and inky armor, it wasn't any of the previous Dreadlords.

"You're right, Keslanatir, a few plague spreaders are nothing, we can't expose ourselves until our plan succeeds. ”

"What about Gilneth's experiment? We've sent out a few waves of Cerberus, and they're so well defended that we don't seem to stand a chance. ”

"Our target was never Gilneth, Keslanatir, never. Tikdios let out a low, smug laugh. "What the legion wants is the whole world. ”

An effect of dark green light rose from an unidentified machine in front of Tikdios, a map, the map of Azeraras.

"You are no longer needed here, Keslanatir, take those plagues, go to another continent, and let the will of the Legion destroy everything there!"

"I'd love to do so, Your Excellency. ”

The Dreadlord vanished into the shadows, the shaking air flickering with flames, and Tikdios reached out and picked up a barrel the size of a glass of water to it.

"Wait and see, Benedict Smith, your Light will be extinguished by the Legion. ”

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On the other side, Kalimdor, Durontar.

"How's it going, Garrosh, are you still used to life here?" Thrall flipped his roast pig, which was the spoils of his and Garrosh morning's war, and in Durontar, it was a rarity, even wild boars did not want to live in this barren land, and usually, they could only hunt larger and more dangerous thunder lizards, and many of the tribe's hunters died because of it.

"I saw people farming. Garrosh nibbled on a half-cooked pork leg, and he seemed to be more robust than he was in the Outlands, and the ligated muscles wriggled in his arm with the movement. "Isn't that what the weakest pinkskins do, we should ------," Garrosh shook the leg in his hand. "It's the meat that makes a warrior strong. ”

"Of course, Garrosh, but we live in a barren land, and we don't have enough meat to fill our stomachs, so -----" Sal pulled out a handful of roasted wheat kernels and stuffed them into his mouth. "Sometimes, we have to make something different, and as long as it's good for our people, I don't care who invented it. ”

Garrosh shook his head, rejected Thrall's offer, lowered his head and continued to attack his own leg.

"Great Chieftain ------"

A soldier ran up the dirt slope panting, sweating profusely and looking like he couldn't speak.

"----- ------ shot this ----- into your house. ”

"Shoot?" Thrall took the scroll with the arrow holes and slowly unfolded it, his face sinking deeper and heavier as the lingua franca was written.

"Let's go back!"