"Poison...... Deadly poison, yes, that's why the Lich King wants me to resurrect you. As a pharmacist, I think you should be well aware of your mission. You did this work in your lifetime, and you still have to do it after you die, except that once you served yourself, and now you serve the Lich King. ”

Naxxramas, the Grand Apothecary Putres was forced to resurrect. As the leader of the Forsaken, he was defeated in the Battle of Lordaeron, but he was deeply liked by Kergasud for his poisoning. The lich seemed to see his past self in him. Cruel, cunning, and unscrupulous in the pursuit of power. Moreover, it also has a certain strength. This is what Kergassud appreciates. Of course, spending so much effort to resurrect this rotten corpse is more for the purpose of plague and poison. Putress is a genius at making poisons, and if it weren't for the informants of his kind, hundreds of thousands of residents of Lordaeron would have drunk the water he contaminated, and the magnificent city of Lordaeron would have become a zombie city again.

"Putres, you didn't realize it yourself, but you are actually a genius, a perfect pharmacist, and what you lack is nothing more than a little luck. And now, I've given you the chance to use your talent again. Create a real plague for the Lich King. ”

Kergassud lifted his boneless hand and placed it gently on Putres' shoulder. Moving on –

"Outside this fortress, there are thousands of Alliance troops, and the horde of beasts of the Horde, don't you hate them? You hate the living, you hate Lordaeron's humans, and you have no room to live. You hate them, you hate Ares, the hypocrite, for going back on your word. And now, you have a chance to get revenge again. ”

"What does the master want me to do? ……”

After being resurrected, Putress was barely human, his hands were reconnected by dark magic, and his skeleton was improvised, and his back, almost ninety-degree, seemed to collapse at any moment. At the same time, he has no opportunity and no right to say no. His life was given to him by the Lich King, and if he did not swear allegiance to the Death Lord, his soul would be tormented, tormented for eternity. So, he had no choice. How painful and frenzied it is for a man who can't even ask for death, his soul has long been twisted, and Kergassud likes such men, for whom this is the talent of the Scourge Legion.

"Develop a potent plague, a disease that spreads rapidly among the population, leaving the Alliance's clerics and paladins too late to heal their fellow ......"

Kergassud smirked cruelly.

……

Twilight Fortress.

A week later, Varian's Stormwind Legion arrived and joined Ares' Lordaeron Legion. When faced with the "mixed fish" Silver Northern Expeditionary Army, Varian's face was like the sky above his head, and the clouds did not disperse. The werewolf army that asked him to accept Jean was already difficult for him, and now, what is in Ares's army? Scarlet Crusaders, Death Knights...... These are notorious on the eastern continent of Azeroth. And this hardcore comrade-in-arms accepted them, and the brethren of the alliance lived in peace with them...... This is a picture that Varian didn't expect before he set off.

"Where the hell are you leading the Alliance? I shouldn't have these monsters in my legions! ”

When no one was around, Varian expressed his indignation to Ares. He roared like a lion, staring at Ares with distressed and angry eyes. If it were someone else, Varian would have cut him in two, but Ares was different, he was his savior.

"Monsters? I don't think they're monsters. Varian, perhaps in the eyes of the other creatures of Azeroth, we are monsters too. Don't judge a person by his appearance or what he has done, or by a race. All life is equal. We can't look at other races with colored glasses. Just as the haughty elves look at other creatures as humble and ugly, they eventually perish in their pride. ”

"Don't talk to me about any more faith, the way of chivalry. I've had enough of such dogmatic speeches. For the sake of your brother's face, I don't care about you today. But the Death Knight must leave my army! They are the undead, the minions of the Lich King, and how many of our compatriots have they mutilated!? ”

Varian roared. His voice almost burst through the room.

And Ares just walked over coldly, staring at him, they were almost the same height, and their bodies were equally strong. If Varian is a grizzly bear, strong and reckless. Then Ares is a fierce tiger, and knows how to exercise restraint and patience.

"Is it the undead who will leave our army, and the undead who will not be able to be with us? If so, what is the difference between us and the Scarlet Crusaders of the past? Varian, whether a person's justice is pure or not has nothing to do with race, even if it is an undead, there are times when they are kind and merciful. ”

Ares retorted.

"Damn, you're going to force me? Brothers? ”

But Varian couldn't listen to Ares's words, he was furious, grabbed Ares's collar, and looked like he was about to tear his partner apart in the next second. But Ares remained unmoved.

"I didn't force you, it's because you can't let go of your inner obsession."

Ares returned with righteous words.

"Roaring ......"

With that, Varian roared and pushed Ares out. He almost hit his head on the corner of the table, a little blood oozing from his forehead. But from Ares's eyes, there was no trace of retreat. At the same time, he did not resist and did not scuffle with Varian. Instead, he got up silently, glanced at the angry Varian, and said calmly-

"Don't be consumed by anger, brother, come and talk to me when you calm down."

With that, Ares opened the door and walked out peacefully.

Below the Bastion Council, members of the Knights of the Silver Hand stood in place, waiting. Also waiting is Darien's Knights of the Black Blade. At this moment, if you look at the quality of individual soldiers, the quality of the soldiers under Ares has far surpassed that of Varian's soldiers. They are all elites who have gone through several baptisms of war.

"I know you're arguing over there, ignore him, he's just that kind of person."

Coming down the stairs, Jean walked beside him, relieved.

"I'm not worried about Varian, I'm worried about what we're going to do next. As the number of legions grew, the more difficult it became. And not just because of the supply problem, you know, Jean? ”

Ares turned around and said with a heavy heart.