"Half a month, Great Lord, our material and food reserves can only last for half a month at most."

"I'll let you prepare food and water for three months!"

"Yes, we have prepared food reserves and water for more than three months, but that was the soldier's ration, I didn't expect so many refugees to pour in......"

……

Sitting in Lordaeron's temporary military command post, the quartermaster's answer left Ares speechless. It is true that they have prepared too much for this battle, but when the real battle comes, the situation is still unpredictable and uncontrollable. At the very least, Lordaeron must provide refuge for its people. The city fell, and there was the royal palace. Ares had prepared three months' worth of strategic supplies, but they were distributed throughout the city. Now, with a wave of attacks from the Scourge Legion, there is no chance to even fight in the streets. can only defend the royal city to see if it can be exchanged for a trace of life.

The white sunlight poured into the room through the window, and a kind of sorrow that was so thick that it could not be dissolved welled up in my heart. It is too difficult to choose between unarmed civilians on one side, waiting for handouts and rescues, and food and water that are being rapidly depleted on the other. No matter which side you give up, you can't do it.

Outside the city, there are still hundreds of thousands of undead armies. When they will dig tunnels or pollute water sources, Ares doesn't know. Now, the city is once again cut off from the outside world. Hope is getting slimmer. I don't even know where the army of the Union has gone. Catherine opened the waterways for the Alliance, but when Varian would come, no one knows.

Twenty years ago, Stormwind's fate was between Lordaeron's thoughts, and now, Lordaeron's fate is between Stormwind's thoughts. It's like a kind of reincarnation, prosperity and decay, between two generations.

Looking at the fine Lordaeron double-headed eagle armor in the room, Ares thought for himself. In the hazy white light, he vaguely saw the deceased King Terenus standing there, looking at him with piercing eyes. Is that a question? Or is it a hint? King...... Crown...... Power...... For a moment, Ares flashed a picture of the bustling scene after the Scourge War, dressed in fine armor, standing on the highest point of the royal city of Lordaeron, overlooking the jubilant crowd on the King's Road. Their cheers resounded through the sky, and they called out one name - Ares......

Ares took a deep breath and woke up from his hallucination.

"Brother, things are wrong!"

Just as Ares was plagued by hallucinations, Drumm crashed in through the door.

"What happened again?"

"You'll find out if you come out with me."

Drumm sighed under his breath.

A few minutes later, Ares, who had climbed the tower, saw the last thing he wanted to see—outside the city, the blackened army of the Scourge was still standing, slowly wriggling like a swarm of insects. At the same time, those huge meat grinders were pushed to the front line, corpse shells were being thrown into the city, contaminated blood was splashed in the air, and dismembered corpses fell from the sky, challenging people's psychological bottom line. Fear spreads through the city. However, something more terrible than fear is the plague.

Yes, Ares knew that the Scourge was not simply throwing corpses into the city to cause panic, and they were throwing the corpses into the city with the plague and viruses. Since they can't take the royal city by storming......

"High Lord ......"

As they walked down the tower, the crowd cast desperate glances. Their High Lord is healed, and the Ember Bringer can shine again. Now, however, people are facing not only the army of the undead of the natural calamity, but also the deadlier weapons than the army - plague and disease.

Many people die in war, but compared to battle, it is the plague that is really lethal...... Especially the extremely contagious plague. Ares knew that on that familiar earth, several world wars had not brought humanity to extinction. But the Black Death nearly wiped out European civilization. The dangers of disease are terrifying. It is more traumatic than war.

Seeing the stumps and severed arms and contaminated black blood constantly spilling from the sky, Ares could only pray that a large-scale outbreak would not occur.

But it happened anyway......

A few days later, the royal city of Lordaeron was transformed into a city of death. Civilians and soldiers screamed everywhere, and the plague broke out in full force in the city...... The small city of Intramuros could not accommodate a large population, and the filthy environment allowed the plague to spread rapidly, contaminating water and food, and many elderly people and children died first. They could not resist the disease and died in agony three days before the outbreak of the plague. Next, women and men who had been wounded in the battle also began to get sick.

There is no antidote, and the pastors are busy. Even Whitemane personally went into battle to treat as many people as he could. However, more and more people are dying from the disease. Naxxramas was still hovering in the sky not far away, and the plague loomed over Lordaeron like a cloud of terror. People are subjected to a double test of mind and body, and importantly, they see little hope. Even though the Ember Messenger is an artifact, even though Ares can defeat a hundred or even a thousand with one, everyone knows that the Great Lord cannot defeat ten thousand with one. Neither can the most powerful paladin, Uther. Because the power of mortals is limited. He can command an army and rule a kingdom, but he can't defeat an entire Scourge legion on his own.

Walking through the streets and squares that looked like corpses, Ares felt heavy and depressed. In a sense, it was their own overconfidence, their pride and enthusiasm, that cost these people their lives. They could have stayed in Stormwind, even if they were refugees, neglected and despised, but it was better to live than to die like this......

As she walked through the cloisters of the royal city, Liadline and a group of blood elves happened to be healing civilians. A man who was already blue was lying on the ground, motionless, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his face looked a little distorted. Liadline half-knelt down, calling out to the Light, healing as much as she could. But a few minutes later, when a large amount of holy energy was injected into the man's body, the man still did not react. Leadrin, the captain of the knights, stood up from the ground with a tired face.

"He can't do it anymore, he has to be cremated. Otherwise, the plague will spread with the help of corpses. ”

Facing the man's family, Liadline said coldly. The guards next to him were about to take action and drag the corpse to the incineration site for incineration. The man's wife, however, dragged her daughter to her knees in front of Liadrin, crying and begging for Liadrin's treatment again.

"Please, try again...... Try again, maybe he'll be alive......"

The woman's cry deeply pierced the hearts of everyone present. But those who are deeply infected have no hope of survival.

"It's the same if you try a hundred more times."

Liadline returned coldly. Just as she was about to walk away, the woman hugged her calf.

"Please...... Please......"

She begged for ......

Finally, Ares couldn't take it anymore and walked up to the blue civilian and put his hand on the man's chest. He closed his eyes and prayed intently, letting the light flow through his body. Then concentrating on one point, in the expectant gaze of everyone, Ares's palm bloomed with a dazzling and warm light.

Billiadrine's hundredfold power of light poured into this corpse...... Everyone watched in the hope that a miracle would happen. But a minute passed, two minutes passed, and the miracle did not happen after all. The man was still dead, and Liadeline crouched down again, this time, slitting open the human man's abdomen with a dagger, despite the objections of the crowd. There, the worms that were scorched by the holy light suddenly fell out, and everyone could see that the man's abdomen had almost been hollowed out by blood worms. No wonder the Holy Light that was so powerful just now couldn't heal him......

"Ares, we are facing a catastrophe of unprecedented proportions."

Standing in front of Ares, Liadline said coldly.