"We can't take that city, Great Apothecary, you know, the walls of Lordaeron are specially fortified, Ares has invented special building materials, and has driven steel into the walls, not even the Horde's heavy catapults can shake it, not to mention that we don't have such large siege weapons. If we continue to attack, what awaits our people will be destruction, complete destruction. ”

In the evening, the cold wind blew through the trees, making a rustling sound. After the defeat, the Forsaken gathered around Lake Clearwater, the largest lake in the north of Lordaeron, to discuss their next actions and plans.

Just a week ago, tens of thousands of Forsaken warriors and priests attacked the city, but the end was tragic. Many were mutilated in that battle. Although there was no physical pain, the pain of burning their souls was unbearable. In particular, it was burned by the Alliance Paladins and Priests and Holy Flames until the whole body melted. Of course, more importantly, they paid a huge price for this reckless operation. Three thousand of the Forsaken's elite have died at the beheaves of Lordaeron. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the Forsaken, who are already scarce in number and unable to reproduce themselves.

The lake is secluded and serene, almost the same as it was thirty years ago, except for some of the surrounding woods, which have not yet been healed. In the midst of the opposition of the crowd, the great apothecary Prets came to the water's edge.

He stood there, silent in the drizzle. It's as peaceful as when he walked by the lake thirty years ago. It's just that, at that time, he was the royal apothecary of Lordaeron. Deeply appreciated by King Terenus, he secretly developed many "antidotes" for the country, and was the hero of Lordaeron. And now he is an undead, a skeleton, and an enemy of Lordaeron......

Pretus was reluctant, his anger building, his resentment as if it could swallow the whole world.

However, there are opposing voices all around...... Indeed, Lordaeron was so powerful that it lay like a giant in the middle of the Tirisfal glade, and no one could shake it. No one can destroy it.

But the price paid by the forsaken must be repaid.

He walked quietly to the lake, and a foot with only bones left stepped into the water. He didn't move much, but he still scared away a large school of fish. A misshapen rain swam by, gathering around his ankles, nibbling on the rotting flesh of his feet. It was the product of some plague era, some creatures that had been infected by the plague of the Scourge Legion and had not been cured.

Prets crouched down curiously, and for some reason, he saw these ugly and deformed strange fish, as if he saw his own shadow. Yes, they are so humble and pitiful, forgotten by the world, surviving in the darkest corners and constantly on the lookout for attacks by powerful species.

Like the Forsaken, these zombie fish are attacked by the big fish of the lake and bullied by more powerful creatures. They have no place.

Prettus looked at these pathetic and pitiful creatures, and a terrible thought gradually invaded his brain. In his mind, the river was turned upside down.

Soon, a stiff and eerie smile appeared on his zombie-like face. In a near-fugue state, Pretus pulled out a bottle of potion that he had brought with him. It was a poison against a living person, a chronic poison that the drinker would not even feel strange for a week or two, until the poison set in, and the whole body swollen and died. At the same time, since it is a liquid, it is water-soluble and can spread on a large scale in water......

Ignoring the strange stares of the people around him, Pretus poured a small vial of black potion into the lake. Then, like a child observing the world, staring at the changes in the water.

"What are you doing? Big Pharmacist? ”

The Forsaken Ranger on the side asked curiously. From the apothecary's sneaky behavior, the Dark Ranger felt uneasy. Although they belong to the same camp, the apothecary often makes people uneasy with their mysterious behavior. They are the most mysterious of the Dark Walkers, sometimes developing poisons that kill even their own kind.

"What to do? Just look at it. I figured out how to break through that city. ”

Prettus replied with a smile.

Soon, the zombie fish at his feet began to die in pieces, real death...... Their swollen corpses floated to the surface of the water, polluting the surface of the water, like moist air sacs, as if they would be punctured with a slight prip, and the appearance was terrifying.

"For living people, the amount of medicine is large, these fish can't bear it at all, and their death rate will be dozens of times faster than that of humans."

Prettus explained. His smile was like that of a devil, and for a moment even the Forsaken was feared by his kindred.

"What are you doing experimenting on these mutant fish?"

Nathanos walked over and asked with a serious face. As the only Ranger in human history, his fortitude and forbearance surpass even that of Quel'Thalas's orthodox Ranger. But, like the other Forsaken, Preites' actions made him feel uneasy.

"Guess?"

The great pharmacist smirked and put away the medicine bottle in his hand. With a single click, the dead fish on the surface of the water burst like balloons, and rotting entrails spilled all over the lake.

……

"I can't guess, and I don't want to."

Nathanos clasped his hands on his waist with suspicion in his eyes.

"Then let me tell you. I'm going to throw the plague into Lake Lordamere, and we won't be able to take the city since we stormed it......"

"You're crazy! This will turn the whole of Lordaeron into a dead place again! What's the difference between your actions and the Scourge Legion!? ”

As soon as Putress finished speaking, Nathanos vehemently objected. Some of the Forsaken looked embarrassed as well. They are eager to take Lordaeron, but not by such means and methods.

"What about being killed? Don't forget, we are the undead. We are the dead. The living land does not feed us, do you still have pity on the people of the city? Oh...... They are not as soft-hearted as you, they are afraid of us, so they will slaughter us. Don't you want to get back to Lordaeron? Now is the opportunity. ”

Faced with Nathanos's questioning, Putres looked indifferent. He had known that the restless ranger would eventually turn against him, and now, it was just a little earlier.

"We want to return to Lordaeron, but we must not use the plague as a means. It's vile and dirty! ”

"Put away your pride and so-called glory, on the battlefield, how much is glory worth? And don't forget, the scene when humans attacked our village and burned our compatriots to death with a fire? Do you think they have glory to speak of? Unscrupulous means are the true meaning of war. Lord Nathanos the Blightcaster. ”

Putress said, a pair of dark blue eyes scanning the Dark Ranger in front of him. He was a valiant warrior when he was alive, a ranger. After his death, he still maintained the high wind and brightness of his life, which was the most disgusting thing for Putres. Justice? What is justice? What is good for one's race is justice, which is Putres' code of conduct......