In the area of the Eastern Plaguelands, the Undead Scourge is the most powerful, but for some reason, it has been stationary, and the only ones left who can affect the situation in the Eastern Plaguelands are the Scarlet Crusaders and the Silver Dawn.

The Blightcaller has been staring at the Scarlet Crusaders lately, and it doesn't matter to him what human, what forsaken, or what tribe, he only has that figure in his heart, and it doesn't matter if he can be a good person or be a bad person.

He is willing to do anything for the sake of the Banshee King.

"Come closer, get closer...... "He's been tracking down a human team from the Hand of Tyr for two days, this is the messenger, the Hand of Tyr often sends messengers to communicate with Stratholme, the northernmost part of the Eastern Plaguelands, and he knows the movements of these people very well.

The messenger in red robes sat on horseback and was surrounded by eight powerful crusaders as they followed the trail to Stratholme in the north.

In the experience of the Blightburner, the more guards there are, the more important the information, and in the last half a year, he has successfully intercepted the Red Courier three times, and each time the news he receives gives the Forsaken an advantage, and he believes that this time is no exception.

Hiding in the shadows, the arrows are aimed at the red-clad courier.

"Medium!" He let go of the bowstring, and the red-clothed messenger was talking to the guard at the critical moment, and one turned sideways, and the arrow avoided the heart and struck the shoulder, and the messenger rolled off his horse at once.

"Damn it!" The Blightcaster was annoyed, his body was too broken and his strength was insufficient, and the arrow didn't play to his own level at all, and if he was in good condition, this kind of woman would have been killed with one arrow.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and took the bow and arrows, two more arrows as the Scarlet Crusader guards watched.

The two guards were killed and wounded, and the Scarlet Crusader warriors finally saw the attacker, drawing their swords and screaming at the wither.

"Horses! Chase the horse! The red-clothed messenger who rolled to the ground shouted.

Horse? The Blightburner was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the horses seemed to be frightened, and rushed headlong towards the ruined towns to the north.

What a broken horse this is! The Blighter is also a veteran, and at a glance it is clear that this is not a war horse, at best a donkey.

His eyes were extremely sharp, and he saw several cloth bags hanging from the saddle, and there seemed to be something in them.

Letters on horses? He was also a very decisive man, and immediately abandoned the Scarlet Crusader soldiers and went around the trail to chase the horses.

The Ranger is an expert in jungle combat, and after being carefully taught by Sylvanas during his lifetime, the Blightcaster's archery and tracking skills are completely at the highest level in humans. Even if his strength is greatly reduced now, it is far better than a group of ordinary soldiers, and when the human soldiers are still stupid and stupid to search, he shoots the horses and takes away the letters.

When he returned to his residence, he didn't care about the bloodstains on the letters, and took them out one by one to look through them.

The first few were all daily affairs, but when he saw the last letter, he was stupid.

The letter is long, and it probably means that the Scarlet Crusaders secretly captured a man named Innigo. The priest of Montor, who is the Bishop of the Silver Dawn on the surface, is actually a spy of the Scourge of the Dead, and he has been longing for the Lich King to grant him eternal life.

The Scarlet Crusader used countless tortures and magic to finally pry the creature's mouth open, admitting that the Grand Lich Kel'thugad was about to return to the Eastern Continent with his massive floating fortress Naxxramas, and the even more shocking news was that the Lich King would return later.

The Scarlet Crusaders found out from the spy priest that the first landing spot after the landing of the Floating Fortress Naxxramas was Stratholme, and they hoped that Dassaulthan would lead all the Crusaders to ambush the undead, kill Kel'thugad, and kill the Lich King.

The letter was read three times, and the Blighter had already believed it, he knew too well the faces of the scum in the human race, it was not new to collude with the Lich King for eternal life, this Priest Montor was not the first, and he would not be the last.

He was thinking about the follow-up to this matter, as a warrior of the Banshee King, he knew that the Banshee King's goal was to kill the Lich King, and nothing else mattered until this goal was accomplished.

The Blightburner sighed, his own combat ability was insufficient, otherwise he would have single-handedly killed the Frozen Throne, he dreamed of avenging the Queen, and this hatred was far greater than his hatred of the undead.

However, it's useless for him to grit his teeth alone, he can't beat the Lich King, and it's no fun to sneak attack, now seems to be a good opportunity?

He hurriedly contacted Sylvanas and recounted the whole process from an objective perspective.

Sylvanas had only arrived in Orgrimmar for two days, and was now talking to Thrall about the freedom and glory of the tribe.

When she received the Blightcaller's communication, she was stunned for a moment, and then her heart swelled with monstrous hatred, and there was only one thought in her heart, to grab the Lich King, and then torture him fiercely, tearing off his skin piece by piece!

For Sylvanas, it was much more than an alliance with the orcs.

After talking nonsense with Thrall for a long time, she immediately resigned to Thrall on the grounds that there was an urgent matter in the Undercity, and the two thousand Forsaken elites and warships stayed in Orgrimmar temporarily, and she asked the mages of the Undercity to open the portal and teleport her back to the Eastern Continent alone.

Striding into his palace, the withering who had been waiting for a long time immediately greeted him.

The broken body made him shameless to see the beauty in his heart, but now that the information is urgent, he can't take care of so much.

Sylvanas read the letter back and forth twice, and was fifty percent convinced, but she still wanted to confirm it herself.

It's best if the Scarlet Crusaders can send this Pastor Montor to themselves and interrogate it themselves, but the Scarlet Crusaders won't obey their orders, so what can they do to get the other party to send people out?

She thought to herself, and soon had an idea.

"Go, call that guy here." She said to her guards.

After a short time, the Dreadlord Varymathas, dressed in black and purple armor and with wings on his back, walked in.

During Sylvanas' raid on the Undercity, she captured the cunning Dreadlord and pledged his allegiance to her, with neither actually trusting the other.

It's just that Sylvanas is not the Lich King, and it is difficult to control the minds of all the Forsaken with the slogans of revenge and ideals, at this time she needs the assistance of the Dread Demon King, and the Dread Demon King also needs the soldiers of the Banshee King to accomplish his goals, and the two sides are nominally superiors and subordinates, but in fact they are more like partners.

"Your Majesty......" The three-meter-tall Dreadlord bowed exaggeratedly, and Sylvanas didn't care about his attitude and handed over the letter.

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