In the urgent letters, there is a lot of information gathered by Master Dalaran, to the effect that it is as follows......

Two hours earlier, an elite force of the Scourge had captured the Sador Bridge. Bombs were planted, destroying the only access to the wetlands in the Arathi Heights and blocking the only access to the sea southwest of Arashi.

An hour earlier, a plague had broken out in Arachido, no less severe than the plague of Gilneth.

The victims were not limited to humans and wild animals, but also orcs who crossed the border to the wetlands. It has been reported that at least one-third of the orcs have been infected with the plague and reduced to brainless walking corpses due to direct outbreaks of food or the source of the small plague hidden in the camp.

At present, due to the lack of land routes and the blockade of sea routes, the surviving orcs are forced by the corpse tide to move to the ruins of the largest asylum in the northeastern region of the Arathi Heights. During the war, the former Great Chief of the Horde, Orgrim Doomhammer, died here. In its original history, it was rebuilt as the Forsaken joined the Horde and was rebuilt by the Horde as an important stronghold for Arathi's resources, and renamed "Hammer Town".

Most of the towns and settlements in the Kingdom of Stormgard have been infected, and the tide of corpses has approached Riptide Fort. This martial kingdom, which inherited the legacy of the kingdom of Araso, has reached the point of critical survival.

King Garin Torbairn, who had just succeeded to the throne, was leading his troops to defend Fort Riptide and sent a request for help to the Alliance this morning, asking the Kingdom of Lordaeron to mobilize a regular army to defuse the danger in his country.

……

"It's finally here......" Oryx clenched the letter in his hand.

The Scourge had improved the plague so that it could infect orcs as efficiently as humans could infect humans—and that was normal, and that Neozu had inherited the Nasrezm's special necromantic lore, and as a former orc, no one knew how to do that better than him.

"What should we do?" Bridget asked.

Oryx sighed.

It has been nearly twenty days since he "dissuaded" the orcs.

Today, half of the regular army of the Lordaeron Kingdom is pinned down in the northern pass of Gilneis. Although it has begun to join forces with the Gilneth army to encircle and suppress the corpse tide in the past few days, it will take a long time before it is completely eliminated and then freed, and it is impossible to rush to the eastern battlefield in a short time.

And the rest of the regular army troops who rushed back to the kingdom to garrison, even many of them have not yet arrived at the intended defensive positions, and have been in a state of rapid march, which can be called a lack of people.

Lordaeron is incapable of helping the kingdom of Stormgard.

Everyone can see that the Scourge Legion's move has a hint of diverting the tiger from the mountain. If Lordaeron forcibly sent an army to the aid of the kingdom of Stormgard, the country's defenses would be empty and it would inevitably be attacked by the plague.

All Lordaeron could do was to mobilize a legion originally stationed in the eastern part of the Hillsbrad Hills to defend the Wall of Soladin and prevent the horde from harming most of the Northlands, which was already the limit.

Otherwise, even if one more legion is sent, the domestic defense capability will be reduced below the critical point, and once the plague breaks out, it will lose the ability to curb the spread of the corpse tide, and the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

But that's not what really worries Oryx.

It's the Scourge Legion......

Or rather, the true intentions of the Burning Legion.

The Arathi Heights are bordered by the walls of Soladin to the west, the strait to the south, and the mountain passes to Hinterland to the north are equally defensible.

The spread of plague in such a place, no matter how many creatures it infects and how large the corpse tide is, is a limited threat to the Northlands. For a small price, the alliance was able to defend the situation and block the tide of corpses in Stormgard.

This must be just the beginning, the beginning of a trivial series of plans.

Perhaps the Burning Legion also wanted to push those orcs into a corner, and once again become slaves like they once were. After all, an orc who once again drank the blood of Manolos—even if not the most powerful Manolos of the Abyss Lord's clan—was far more powerful than the plague-infected and weakened orc undead.

"The king has made the right arrangements and decisions, and all we can do at the moment is to wait and see how the situation develops. I can't think of a few days before the next move of the enemy will come. ”

Oryx said in a deep voice.

……

Central Arathi.

The massive orc camp had been reduced to a sea of fire, and pillars of smoke soared into the sky.

Dead by the plague and resurrected as brainless walking corpses, slaughtering in the devastated camps, the orc survivors who still have the strength to fight unite around the leaders of their respective clans, doing their best to resist their former compatriots, and fight for the opportunity for the old and weak women and children to flee to the northeast.

Not long ago, Thrall, with his unparalleled ability to communicate with the elements, summoned a violent wind, perhaps the elemental sensed the sorrow of the world that was about to die, and quickly responded enthusiastically.

The fierce wind that emerged out of thin air blew away the deadly plague mist, and if it weren't for this, the number of infected people would have multiplied several times. Even so, it can only temporarily delay the spread of the plague, and those small plague sources that have been placed in the camp at some unknown time are still quietly infecting the nearby orcs in the form of necromantic energy radiation, and producing more poisonous mist.

"To the north, all the survivors, to the north! The Great Chief is just a few kilometers away, and the Warsong Clan will buy you time! ”

The roaring cry of Grimm Hell, the chief of the Warsong Clan, spread across the battlefield, and his axe fell, slashing an undead orc who pounced on him in two.

He and the dozens of warriors around him were no longer subjected to the impact of orc undead who were several times their size, but they stood still like a rock in a torrent, leaving a mountain of corpses nearby.

"Chief, the poisonous fog is about to spread! The survivors in the vicinity have been evacuated, and we need to break out immediately! A soldier standing on the top of a hill not far away, overlooking the battlefield, yelled at him.

Grom Hell's Roar ended the pathetic "life" of several orc undead in front of him with a sweep, and finally took a look at the stump and severed arm in this place, and his heart became more and more sad and angry, and he ordered with hatred: "Retreat, we will also break through to the north!" ”

Dozens of warriors immediately formed a breakthrough formation with him as a blade and headed towards the camp gate.

But as he was leaving, the earth suddenly shook rhythmically, as if some behemoth was approaching, and a low laugh came from afar......

"Poor orcs, you are nothing without me......"

Grom Hell roared and looked back in amazement, and sure enough, in the poisonous mist mixed with thick smoke in the distance, he saw a huge figure like a small mountain.

"Run, run...... You will eventually be reduced to maggots that can only resist stubbornly, slaves to the pestilence, with far more tragic consequences than surrendering to me again......" The huge figure stood silently in the mist, as if it had no intention of coming forward in pursuit.

Grom Hell roared and looked at the other man through gritted teeth, and walked away with his men without looking back. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens