Undead? Undead! The old miner Johansen's eyes widened instantly, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. He pointed to the ground under his feet, meaning that he was here? Right next to us? Isn't the undead in the northernmost part of the continent, but ours is the southernmost point.

"Is it the legendary scourge of the dead that happened in Lordaeron? Could it be that they have already made it to the south!? ”

He thinks Vanessa is alarmist and doesn't dare to question it to his face.

"Come with me and show you." Vanessa motioned for him to go with her, and the two entered the original Dafan bedroom, what commemorates the behavior of the predecessor father does not exist, and after the blood stains on the ground are cleaned up, this place has been transformed into a slightly rudimentary laboratory by her.

At this time, in the middle of the test table, there was a Defia thief who was tied hand and foot, still struggling and screaming according to his body's instincts.

"If you look closely at his arms and eyes, do you feel that the color of his skin is wrong? Because he's been exposed to something with plague toxins, he's already starting to undead, and I estimate that in two days at most, he'll lose his mind and become a ghoul who only knows how to devour flesh. ”

Vanessa shook her head slightly, according to her understanding, the undead plague is a kind of microorganism, they erode and destroy the body's immune system, and even destroyed the central nervous system in a short time, this process is completely irreversible.

If it had been in the early stages of the infection, a priest or paladin had been washed with a large amount of gentle energy, and there might have been a rescue, but it was undoubtedly too late.

This plague toxin, which transformed ordinary people into undead, was a ruthless tactic of the early Cult of the Cursed, who threw a large amount of the source of infection into the farmer's barn, infected the grain, and when the farmer ate the grain, he was quickly transformed into an undead, and the Cult of the Cursed God relied on this method to obtain a large number of troops in the early stage.

There is always some remnant, and the merchants are greedy for profit, or intentionally or unintentionally, they sell the infected grain all over the world, and many poor people who cannot eat become new victims, and the places where they stay for a long time will be affected by toxin radiation and become a new source of infection, and then a new cycle begins.

Defiya's thieves will not be left without food, but Dafan has sent many of his men to collect weapons and equipment before, and a large number of weapons that have killed the undead in the northern battlefield and are contaminated with the blood of the undead have been sent to the south.

These weapons have now become a new source of contamination, and over time, the toxins in their bodies have become more and more numerous, and those Difia thieves who have handled them have been unwittingly transformed into undead.

This transformation process is slower than swallowing poisoned grains, but it is also irreversible.

"I've heard that the time from infection to onset is very short? It will take two more days to do this? Is it related to personal constitution? When it came to his own life and death, the old miner asked urgently.

"It's related to physique, but not absolutely, this guy should have just been in skin contact, you look at his left hand, and then compare it to his right hand, his left hand is exactly the same as a dead man." Vanessa motioned for the old miner to go up and touch it, but the other shook his head, just craned his neck and looked at it twice.

Indeed, his left hand had turned completely iron-blue, his muscles had completely atrophied, his skin was clinging to his bones, his fingers were curled up like the claws of some animal, and his right hand had the appearance of a human.

"Afraid of what? We still have time, the plague is still far away. She lectured the undecided subordinate twice.

I have to say that the routines of the Cult of the Cursed God and the Scourge Legion are both simple and powerful, not to mention the pure thief organization like the Brotherhood of Defia, even the Priest Paladin's large number of bloody crusaders often have soldiers contaminated by the undead plague and transformed into undead creatures.

Fortunately, the origins of the plague are all in the north, thousands of kilometers away from them, and they are not serious enough to be out of control.

It can be said that in the crisis-ridden continent of Azeroth, the western wilderness under Vanessa's feet is definitely a treasure land conducive to development, this land is not a desert, on the contrary, it is still very fertile, but it has been abandoned by their brotherhood for most of it.

Eliminate contradictions, lead people to reclaim the land well, grow their own food, cut off the commercial circulation to the outside world, and make this place a closed agricultural society, so that the plague will not cause them much loss, as for the people outside, she can't take care of it.

"Johansen, are you afraid of death? Don't be afraid, I mean, do you want to become undead? ”

"Of course not, I think I'm living a good life right now, but I don't want to be ugly." The old miner replied very frankly this time.

Vanessa nodded, "I don't want to, so we need a priest now, and we need exorcism to help us resist the erosion of toxins." ”

The old miner thought for a moment, "But ...... our relationship with Stormwind?" They don't send pastors to help us. ”

Not to mention that they have already rebelled and are now on the opposite side of Stormwind. Even if they didn't rebel, they were still the good people who couldn't fight back and scolded back, and they wouldn't care about the life and death of these poor men in the western wilderness with the style of those noble lords in Stormwind City.

Sending a pastor to save people? What an international joke! Stormwind doesn't even care about these rebellions, how many people die?

Vanessa's expression was indifferent: "I understand, so I'm going out to find a priest who is willing to help us, as short as half a month, as long as a month, I'll come back and leave you to look after the house, no problem, right?" ”

She didn't trust the old miners, but now there was really no one to use, so she had to take a little risk.

"Which pastor would you call?" Why don't I go for a trip? He wanted to get out of danger and show his loyalty.

If only you could go! Vanessa shook her head helplessly: "I don't know the specific situation, so I'll find it myself." ”

The entire western wilderness is a civilized desert, grandma doesn't love uncle or uncle, Comrade Dafan has been rebelling here for several years, and Stormwind City is ignorant of it, so you know how embarrassing this area is.

If anything, there is no priest to be found, and the only paladin is still the boss of Sentinel Ridge, a sworn enemy of their Defia Brotherhood. The old knight's character is admirable, and his selfless spirit is also worthy of recognition, but he was involved in the murder of Dafan, that is, Vanessa's enemy.

She wouldn't plead with her enemies, and she wouldn't have let the old knight stay in her death mines, shining twice a morning at the crowd.

The other party will not agree, and neither will she. After Dafan's death, there was no possibility for the two sides to turn hostility into friendship, some feuds could be resolved, and some could not.

Now she had to go out into the Wild West to find a priest, and then either fool or hire someone to get them back.