Because it happened so suddenly, the orcs next to the campfire didn't react at all, and they were directly cut to the ground, and the ugly head with two fangs rolled off their necks and to the side.

They didn't understand until they died, why would their people want to kill themselves?

Unfortunately, no one could give the right answer, except for Madias Shore, who was hiding in the corner.

In just a few minutes, more than twenty orc warriors who had come back from the dead caused great panic and chaos in the camp.

The reason for the panic is that no matter how badly injured these guys are, they will not fall or die, and some of them even have their heads gone, and they are still wildly brandishing axes to kill, even stupid idiots can see that the scene in front of them is absolutely abnormal.

"Damn!, can anyone tell me what's going on?!," a tall orc in a snowman skin cloak shouted as he stepped out of his tent.

"Centurion Centurion! A few brothers have gone berserk for some reason! they're killing everywhere!" another orc warrior hurriedly explained.

"What?!" The orc centurion known as Jia Long subconsciously clenched his beloved war hammer and stared at the bloody scene not far away.

As an experienced warrior, he barely had to think about it to see that there was something wrong with those blue-skinned clansmen, because these guys fought without any defense, and they were completely in a life-for-life posture.

You must know that even orcs who fall into a berserk state after drinking the blood of demons will carefully guard the vital parts of their bodies, and for warriors, defense is often more important than offense, because only by surviving can they enjoy the joy and glory of victory.

"Centurion, hurry up and give orders! Go any further, and our camp will be finished!" a shaman reminded loudly.

Although in the tribal camp, shamans are the spiritual leaders and spiritual sustenance of the orcs, and have a very high status, but in terms of power, they are still ranked below the chiefs and even military commanders.

Unless, like the Great Chief Saar, they are both spiritual leaders and chiefs and military commanders.

Jia Long undoubtedly knew that the longer the chaos lasted, the more difficult it would be to clean up, so after a moment's hesitation, he commanded in a heavy tone: "Kill them!

"Yes!"

Most orc warriors are straight-hearted and don't think too much, so they join the warband as soon as they are ordered, and use their numerical superiority to dismantle their comrades who have come back from the dead.

Just when they thought they had put down the sudden rebellion, the corpses that had just died stood up for some reason and launched a frenzied attack on the living again.

The fierce battle lasted less than seven or eight minutes, and more than half of the camp, which numbered no more than three hundred, was killed or wounded, and the rest were surrounded by more and more living dead.

Feeling the growing aura of death in the air, the shaman seemed to sense something, and shouted, "No! This is not madness at all! It's a plague! It's a magical plague of the Scourge Legion!"

"Magical plague!!" Jia Long's face immediately turned ugly.

Although the Frostwolf Clan, hiding in the depths of the Alterac Mountains, successfully avoided the terrifying disaster that swept through the Kingdom of Lordaeron, it did not mean that they did not know the horror of the plague, especially the Plague Lands of the undead in the northern continent, which was simply a forbidden place for life.

"Centurion, you must break through immediately!Inform everyone of the Frostwolf Clan of this news!" the shaman did not hesitate and gave his advice.

After all, in order to survive, most of the members of the Frostwolf Clan are scattered in all corners of the Alterac Mountains, otherwise they would not be able to support so many people when they gather together.

Now that something has happened, the only thing that can be done is to notify them one by one as quickly as possible, and then form a coalition to deal with the crisis.

This is also the reason why the Thunderspear Advance Team was able to gain a foothold after entering the Alterac Valley, and it took a long time for the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan to react.

"Bastard, are you making me an escaped coward?!" Garon snarled in anger.

As an orc warrior who regarded death in battle as the highest glory, how could he possibly tolerate being a shameful deserter.

Matthias Shore, who was hiding in the corner, saw this scene and realized that the time was ripe, and quietly pulled out a swirling dark blue gem.

Moment!

His entire body began to change rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he changed from a human to a forsaken.

There is no doubt that the mystical gem in his hand is none other magic item, but the famous Fraud Orb in the game, which allows the wearer to change his race and appearance at will.

As the MI7 leader who often operates in the dark, Matthias Shore loves nothing more than using this gadget to sow chaos and suspicion in the enemy camp.

Without any hesitation!

He used his masterful stealth skills to get close to his target, starting with a standard sneak attack, the raised metal ball from the back of the dagger slammed into the shaman's neck, causing the latter to fall into a state of intense vertigo, followed by a sharp tip into the jaw, killing him instantly.

The whole process went smoothly, without giving the other party any chance to react at all, and even the surrounding orc warriors were stunned, as if they couldn't believe that their spiritual leader was so easily killed.

"Hehehehehe......"

After the blow, Madias Shore, who maintained the form of the Forsaken, let out a cold laugh, and then sprinkled a handful of vanishing powder, disappearing without a trace in front of everyone.

Only then did an orc warrior come to his senses and shouted with anger on his face, "It's the Forsaken! These damned undead have betrayed the Horde!"

"Centurion, you must break through and get the news to Orgrimmar at once!High Chief Thrall must know the true face of the Forsaken! Leave it to us here!" the other orc warrior chimed in, patting his chest.

"I swear! Your blood will never be shed in vain! The Undercity must pay for its actions!The price of blood!" With that, Saron glared at two blood-red eyes, slammed the corpse of a resurrected orc, jumped onto his own frost wolf, and rushed towards the nearest camp.

Watching his fading back, Matthias Shore, hiding in the shadows, curled the corners of his mouth and muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "It's done!" Maybe I should give a little reward to the young mage who came up with the insidious plan, which is needed by both the Alliance and MI7......"

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