"You have no right to judge me, because you are hypocrisy, the embodiment of lies......"

Putress chewed. His emaciated body trembled, his eyes fixed on the approaching human king. Enraged, Varian strode over to the throne of Putres. Before the great pharmacist could finish speaking, he grabbed him from his seat. As Varian prepares to interrogate him himself, Putress smirks.

"You'll never get a chance to kill me with your own hands."

Putres whispered. Immediately, Varian found that the apothecary in his hand had turned his head to one side, and his entire body was lifted into the air as if it were falling apart.

After a while, the apothecary's muscles began to dissolve, becoming as hot as magma. Varian hurriedly threw away the body in his hands. Putress' body melted quickly in front of them, and in less than a quarter of an hour, it was completely liquid...... The horrific scene was shocking.

Even Varian stared at the scene with wide eyes. Putres' death heralded the complete defeat of the Forsaken. But Varian was furious, as the dark race nearly turned Lordaeron into the next Stratholme. He's going to find out the root cause behind this.

At this moment, the guards grabbed a scrawny old man from the secret room. Like Putres, he looks like an undead at first glance.

The skin on his body was blue and purple, black blood vessels were exposed to the epidermis, and even his face was rotten. Apparently, the Forsaken died a long time ago, perhaps years before the massacre of Alsace. Otherwise, his body would not have been able to decay into such a state.

But that's not the point, Varian doesn't care when the dead were killed or resurrected. He only cares about the conspiracy. Why did so many undead suddenly appear in the territory of Lordaeron. Where were they hiding before, and why did they appear in a concentrated manner and attack humans? That's what Varian cares about.

"Your Majesty, we found this on him."

The guards escorted the old man and handed a drawing of Zou Baba to Varian.

Varian glanced at the emaciated undead and turned his gaze to the drawing. After a few moments, Varian's expression became more serious. His eyebrows were locked together, and he clutched the worn-out blueprint in his hand, which was a map of Brill, and unlike the normal map, it was a map of a dungeon. The town's underground network is clearly marked inside. In other words, the Alliance's action to encircle and suppress the undead was very thorough on the surface, but in fact, it still allowed some of the undead to escape through the underground passage, because this area was originally the territory of the undead......

Varian stared at the old man, knowing that he had caught a liaison. A liaison within the Undead Order.

"Let him speak."

Not a word of nonsense, Varian explained it simply and plainly.

The soldiers immediately understood what their king meant. They want to get information from this scrawny undead.

The captain of the paladin stepped forward and interrogated in a loud voice. The guards on the side were ready to record their confessions.

However, the old undead refused to speak. Even as the dazzling light scorched his skin and stinged his eyes.

"Loyalty? Brave? I should have admired you, but your loyalty is meaningless, and your race is gone. I don't care if you're a Forsaken or a remnant of the Scourge Legion, in short, you've failed. Now, speak up, tell me the whole thing, and I'll make you die a happy death. Otherwise, you will be tormented again. ”

After some torture to extract a confession, the old undead still refused to speak. His skin had been burned beyond recognition, white pus bulging from the cyan epidermis, and some of the burnt rotten flesh was dripping with white juice. It looks disgusting. But such a scene is nothing to Varian, who is accustomed to seeing bloody rain. He stepped forward and asked sternly. The paladins and priests beside him set off the majesty and prestige of the king.

However, the Forsaken captive remained unmoved. He twitched and groaned in pain. He is not afraid of the sword, because he has no sense of physical damage. But as an undead, he fears the light......

"Don't say it...... Well, you've lost a chance to free yourself. ”

After the silence, Varian whispered a threat.

Soon, the captain of the paladin called for an even more powerful holy light technique. When a white light was about to appear above the old undead's head, the old man who was breathing finally spoke.

"Pretex...... Tribal ......"

He said in a faint voice. Although the voice was small, it was keenly captured by Varian.

"Stop!"

Varian ordered urgently.

He grabbed the old man from his chair and interrogated him harshly—"Speak clearly! Tell me what you know. ”

"It's the tribe, it's the tribe that asks us to do this......"

The old man whispered.

"Go on!"

Varian commanded loudly.

"Three months ago, the Horde's secret envoy arrived here, and their request was that we launch a full-scale invasion of Lordaeron within two months."

"Why?"

"Ares, in Northrend...... For the Northern Expedition, he drained Lordaeron's elite, and this is the perfect time to attack the city......"

The old man replied tremblingly. He touched his wound with his hand, where pus was slowly oozing out. Almost glued his fingers together.

"It's up to you?"

Varian looked at the rotting undead with disdain.

"Of course not...... The Horde will have reinforcements, and Orgrimmar's main legion will arrive here in a month...... But what I didn't expect was ......"

"What I didn't expect was that the main force of the alliance was in Kurtilas, right?"

Varian said scoffingly. The old undead never spoke again.

"Your Majesty, the secret passage has been found!"

While Varian and the others were interrogating the Forsaken's "liaison", the soldiers of the Seventh Legion found the entrance to the passage in the basement. Now, everyone is even more convinced of the authenticity of this information. At least, the drawings in the old man's hands are real.

"Tell me, how many people escaped from the tunnels!"

After listening to the guard's report, Varian drew his sword and pointed it at the throat of the Forsaken. Forced him to tell him everything he knew.

"Not much...... There really aren't many, very few escaped......"

The old man replied desolately. It's just that, from his voice, you can't feel the real pain.

At this time, another guard searched for more letters from the pharmacy in the basement. One of them was delivered directly to Varian. It was a letter from the Great Chief of the tribe with a fiery tribal emblem on it.

"Orc ......"

Holding the dusty letter, Varian's mind reappeared with the green-skinned creatures. They are bloodthirsty and savage, a shadow of their childhood, and a hatred in their hearts now.

Varian gritted his teeth, his bones clattering, and he wanted to tear the orcs open with his bare hands.

"Blood debt and blood payment."

The Stormwind Lion roared.

However, just as the order was about to be given, a figure shook through the crowd and flashed at great speed, appearing in front of Varian.

"Protect the King!"

The guards immediately shouted. Surround Varian in the middle, with his heavy shield outward, and his spear in a circle. Several soldiers of the Seventh Legion pointed their spears directly at the mysterious comer who suddenly appeared in front of the king.

However, with several spears facing each other, the mysterious visitor is not in a hurry. He slowly took off his cloak. At this time, everyone saw the familiar face clearly-

"Khadgar ......"

Varian shouted in surprise.