"It's madness! I've never seen anyone so psychologically twisted. Let Putress stop moving! The tribe did not allow him to do so. ”

Orgrimmar, when the Blood Eagle reached the ears of the Horde's Grand Chief Thrall, the glory-worshipping orc was undoubtedly ashamed of his ally. His roar lingered in the tent like a wolf in the snow. It's shuddering.

"I'm afraid it's too late, Great Chief, the letter was sent half a month ago, and at this time, Putress is estimated to have already attacked Lordaeron."

The orc, who had come to report the news, stood up from the ground and said calmly. Orcs hate humans, and Putress slaughters them with plague, which satisfies the vengeance of many orcs. But the orcs under Thrall's leadership also worship glory, so it is also shameful for the orcs to slaughter their opponents by such despicable means. As a result, the orcs were neutral when it came to Putress' treatment of Lordaeron's use of poison against humans.

"Damn it, stupid fellow! He will reignite the flames of war that have been extinguished. ”

"What do you mean, Great Chief?"

Sarufar stood aside and asked curiously. And Itreg seemed to know it for a long time. He replied for Sal—

"Lordaeron's defenses are so impregnable that the millions of undead armies in Arthas have never captured it, and now, with the strength of the Forsaken, they are simply going to die. Putress must have been tricked by someone to do such an irrational thing. From what I know of Ares, there's no way he's going to wipe out a race that doesn't threaten. However, the fact that Putress poisoned Lordaeron has made the Alliance and the people of Lordaeron unbearable, not to mention that Ares is in Northrend, even if he returns and does not exterminate the Forsaken, he will not be able to explain to the people. ”

Itreg took a step closer and continued—

"The more serious consequence is that the Forsaken join the Tribe, and Putress is not acting just himself, but on behalf of the Tribe...... Now, he poisoned Lordaeron, the great city where humans gathered, tantamount to declaring war directly on the Alliance. The Lich King's threat has not yet been lifted, and the fragile peace between the Alliance and the Horde will be torn apart once again. ”

"Then let them come! The Horde has never feared those weak humans! ”

Little Sarufar roared.

"No, you don't understand, you were a kid when Kurtilas and Gilneth landed in Karimdor. You simply don't understand the bloodshed of that war. ”

Thrall turned his head and stared at young Sarufar. He was the pride of Lao Sa, but he had not yet experienced the real test of war. In the eyes of the young orc warriors, fighting a war was as simple as a daily gladiatorial fight.

"Sal, I suspect there's something else going on here."

Itrieg walked up to the Grand Chief Thrall and whispered. His eyes flickered with unease, and a few fewer gray hairs on his head.

"How?"

Young Sal gave him a look and told the old warrior to continue.

"I mean, at such a sensitive juncture, Putres is attacking Lordaeron on a massive scale, which is not his style. Although the apothecary hated Lordaeron and Ares. But he's still a sane guy and would never make such a risky move. ”

"What do you mean, that Putress didn't lead the crowd against Lordaeron of his own free will?"

Sal is smart. He understood Itreig's words almost immediately.

"It's possible. Using Ares to attack Lordaeron while he was out of town seemed reasonable, but it actually angered the alliance even more. It also tore apart the fragile peace between the Union and the Horde. Think about it, after doing these things, who is in the best interest? ”

Itreg then asked.

"The Lich King......

Sal almost blurted out. His teeth clenched and he gasped......

……

Brill, temporary headquarters of the Forsaken Army.

"Traitor, who gave you such power, colluding with the living?"

In the deep, cold basement, the Great Apothecary sat on his former lord's throne, interrogating the prisoners under the stage. It was a forsaken like him, with a horrific appearance, and almost nothing left of his body. The reason why Prethes wanted to interrogate him was because the officer of the Forsaken's army had leaked the plague poisoning to the inhabitants of Lordaeron.

This undoubtedly gave Pretus a blow to the head and nullified the Forsaken's plan to slaughter the humans of Lordaeron. Prettus, who was in his seat, was furious, and he had prepared the most brutal instruments of torture and poison to punish the traitor who had betrayed his people.

However, the Forsaken officer did not appear to be fearless. For a person who has already died once, death is just another relief for him.

"You've lost even the most sanity and dignity, pharmacist."

The "traitor" was forced to kneel on the ground, his knees were worn out of skin, rubbing the ground with his bones. As an undead, he no longer feels pain, otherwise, such pain is worse than death for the living.

"Oh, is it? Tell me, then, how I have lost the sanity of your mouth...... And dignified? ”

Pretex's face was gloomy, and his blue skin looked like a ghost, staring at the annoying man in front of him.

"The plague will kill thousands of innocent people of Lordaeron, and will pollute the entire Tirisfal woodland, even if we occupy Lordaeron in the future, we will no longer be able to survive here!"

The Forsaken officer who was being escorted said through gritted teeth. He straightened his spine, bones grinding behind him.

"Looks like you have pity on the civilians."

"Yes, they are innocent......"

"There are no innocents in war!"

After the conversation, Putress suddenly stood up and shouted angrily.

His voice echoed in the dark underground chamber, filled with resentment and resentment.

Why, why do the plans you have worked so hard to prepare always fail? The world is always looking at itself. The wizard was right, the Forsaken—the souls of the Forsaken...... If it does not rise up against it, one day this race will be completely forgotten by this world, and it will disappear from Azeroth completely.

"No, they are innocent, and the only ones who fought against us were the soldiers of Lordaeron, and the people of the Alliance. They are our enemies. ”

"Your ignorance and stubbornness have harmed the whole race!"

Putress yelled.

"Do you think that if you have mercy on them, they will be impressed with you and will be merciful to you? No, you are too naïve, my warrior. You know, humanity never accepts the undead, we are the undead first, and the forgotten second. Take Lordaeron and turn all the people there into the dead, then resurrect them by necromancers, so that they will become your dolls and companions. Why not? Aren't you looking forward to this kind of image? ”

Putress was emotionally repetitive, his pitch fluctuating high and low, like a schizophrenic extremist. And like a leader who is trying his best.

However, the "traitor" did not look moved. He insisted—

"No, I don't pray that they will accept me, and likewise, I don't want them to be zombies and skeletons."

"Why?"

Putress approached the face of the Forsaken officer, gritting his teeth and wanting to dismember and devour the ignorant fellow.

"I can't let my loved ones bear the pain I have suffered."

……

After the "betrayer" finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly fell silent. Indeed, many of the Forsaken want to have more of their kind, and the more they have been hurt by the world, the more they resent it. But there are also some people who still maintain a good and pure soul after death. Revenge is the ultimate goal of the Forsaken. They don't want their loved ones to suffer again, to be hurt by disease and pestilence again. As a result, they would rather be forgotten by the world than see their loved ones suffer. This is the reason why a small number of forsaken people refuse to go to war.