"I want to rid these undead natural disasters, this is also the wish of Mother Earth!" The minotaur said in a deep voice, this was the first time he had taken the initiative to say what he was going to do, and he had always been in step with everyone before. Oriental Reading Network %77%77%77%2e%6c%6e%77%6f%77%2e%6e%65%74

"With the five of us?" Bloodspear said incredulously, it seemed to him that this was almost a fantasy, and even the most reckless orc would not do it.

"Not necessarily." Masrae sings the opposite nonchalantly, having once challenged Diego against a city of black iron dwarves, but they were fishing in troubled waters rather than fighting.

"I have a way." Diego pondered for a moment, then said suddenly.

With Diego's familiarity with the Western Plaguelands, clearing Andohar is not an impossible task. But in Diego's view, a frontal battle such as clearing the undead and restoring human territory should be the responsibility of a big force like the Alliance or the Horde, and a team of adventurers like them is more suitable for completing tactical tasks such as rescuing prisoners of war, spying on intelligence or sniping the head of the Scourge Legion, similar to special operations, and for the entire Scourge Legion, losing Andohal is not a big loss, and it is impossible for a few of them to continue to stay here after defeating Andorhar, once they leave, The Scourge will soon take over the area again, and the last thing they need is manpower.

But now that Dezko and Brian have this need, he can only stand up without hesitation, which is the duty of a friend.

He beckoned and motioned for the men to gather around. They watched as he drew a simple topographical map on the ground and placed a stone on the front of the map.

"As far as I know, the lieutenant of Arthas, Kel'thugad, has placed eight cauldrons of the Scourge in the land of Lordaeron, four of them in the Western Plaguelands and the other four in the Eastern Plaguelands. These cauldrons are constantly spewing poisonous gases into the air, spreading the plague of the Scourge Legion throughout the region. ”

"What does this have to do with us fighting Andohar?" The orc asked, puzzled.

"Shut up and listen to me," Diego said unceremoniously, placing four smaller stones on the large stone representing Andorhar, "The cauldron of the Western Plaguelands is set up on the farms near Andorhar, they are Darson Farm, Gallon Farm, Firestone Farm, and the Haunted House, these cauldrons are ......"

"Crying haunted house? The name of this farm is ......," the orc interjected amusedly.

"Hey, Nazaire!" Diego glared at him helplessly. However, the hunter was pleased to see the minotaur slap the orc on the back of the head, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Alright, alright, Diego, you go ahead!" The orc shouted in amusement.

"Well, where did I just go?"

"Uh, those cauldrons, cauldrons......" the orc grinned, reminding.

"Well, every farm, the Scourge has arranged for manpower to protect these cauldrons, and what we have to do is destroy these cauldrons......"

"Yes, it's good to take out the undead scourge that protects it, but I'll still say, what does this have to do with Andorhar?" The orc still couldn't contain his impatience and asked again.

This time Diego didn't reprimand him because he knew that it was what everyone else wanted to know.

"These plague cauldrons are in charge of Araki, the lich of Andorhar, if something goes wrong with one of the cauldrons, should he send someone to take a look?" Diego induced.

"Then we can kill them!" The blood spear suddenly realized, he raised his head and looked at Diego with adoration, "Ancestor bless!" Man, how do you have so many great ideas in your head, I bet the wise men around Thrall don't have as many ways as you! ”

In fact, not only him, but also other inspired partners' eyes lit up.

"Not only that, but there are four farms in total, and we can also eat the reinforcements they sent one by one!"

"Finally, you can also take the opportunity to attack Andohar while they send out all their forces!"

The adventurers were delighted to diverge their thoughts, and they suddenly felt that the task of cleaning up Andohar did not seem so difficult to complete.

The final tactics gradually took shape in the heated discussion among the adventurers, in fact, his idea is just a very simple routine, in the 5,000-year history of war in China has been used rotten, encircling the point to send reinforcements, diverting the tiger from the mountain, each breaking, these tactics are mixed up, it is such a thing that he proposed.

They spent more than an hour scrutinizing and refining the details of the tactics until no one could ask new questions.

"I'm willing to bet those brainless undead scourge would never have thought we had such perfect tactics!" The dwarf said with satisfaction.

"So what are we waiting for?" Bloodspear couldn't wait to ask, "Which farm do we start on?" ”

"Firestone Farm is probably the easiest to get into, because the people stationed there are all new recruits from the Scourge Legion, and they are all guys who have just been "resurrected" for a short time, and their brains are still relatively rigid. Diego said. No one wondered how he could have been so aware of the situation in the Western Plaguelands, except for Masrae, the friends all took it for granted that it was all information from Sylvanas, because before they set off, Diego and the Banshee King had a long and long conversation alone, and no one knew what they had talked about. As for the Night Elves, the two had known each other for more than two years, and Masrae had long since stopped making a fuss about Diego's omniscience.

They then followed the main road a little back, and then did not go far north, when they saw the farm that Diego had mentioned. In order not to alarm the undead on the farm, they jumped from their mounts some way from the farm and hid them behind a sparse wood, where there were not many beasts nearby, and even if they were, it was difficult to threaten the safety of these big men.

"Take care of these big guys, they're not as smart as you are!" The blood spear stroked the sharp mane of the back and whispered, and the wolf squinted comfortably and bared his teeth at him, as if he had understood his words.

Unlike Andorhar, which is ruined and ruined, the buildings of Firestone Farm are relatively intact, and the houses, barns, stables and other themed buildings have not been damaged, but because they have not been repaired for a long time, these houses are covered with black and brown moss, some of the beams and rafters have been damp and mildewed by the rain, and clusters of fungus and mushrooms are growing on the surface.

Although it is only the end of summer, all the crops in the fields have died, and in fact, most of these crops were planted a few years ago, before the outbreak of the natural disaster, and now the leaves of these crops are covered with thick dust, and some of the straws are parasitic with jet-black mold. A cold wind blew, and the yellow crops shivered in the wind, as if they were grieving for their fate.

In the open field between the building and the farmland, a large black cauldron is set up on a square stone platform, which looks like the jar that pharmacists often use to boil potions, but it is dozens of times larger, more than two meters high. Amazingly, without anyone touching it, the cauldron swayed and trembled by itself from time to time, and in order to secure it, four thick iron chains stretched from the ears of the pot at its waist into the distance, sinking deep into the ground.

Although there was no fire under the cauldron, there were bursts of boiling liquid and the popping sound of bubbles bursting from time to time in the cauldron, which could be heard even from a long distance. Along with these sounds, thick columns of pus-green smoke rose up continuously, and spread out in the sky, merging into the dim sky.

Around the cauldron, a group of tattered undead spirits were busy, hobbling out of the barn and throwing corpses into the cauldron. Most of these corpses were badly damaged, some were even larger pieces of meat, and it was clear that they were discarded products that could not be "used".

Commanding these undead scourges is a creature that seems to have crawled out of a horror story. His lower body looked like a giant purple spider, and his body with a bulging tail was supported by six long, slender legs. Half of his body was barely human, but his arms were arthropods as sharp as claws, and on his shoulders was a creepy head, with six insect-like compound eyes and hideous, sharp mouthparts taking up the bulk of the face. His back was covered with a thick mane from the back of his head to his tail, and white bone spurs as sharp as daggers sprouted from these manes, glittering with cold light.

This particular creature was clearly not a living creature, and its body had many scars, some of which were obviously fatal, most of these wounds were rotten, and there were large and small pustules protruding around the wounds, and pus-like bodily fluids were constantly dripping out of the open wounds, but it had no intention of wiping them clean.

"It's a Crypt Demon!" Brian the Dwarf recognized it at a glance, and as he knew almost all the creatures in Azeroth, it wasn't the first time he had seen such a terrifying monster.

To be precise, the Crypt Demons are not from the Demons of the Twisted Void, but from the natives of Azeroth. Once known as the Nilub Zerg, they inhabit the frigid ice fields of Northrend in the far north, and have established a vast underground kingdom in ancient times, Eldraine-Nirub. They have dug thousands of dark tunnels deep underground, extending the area of the Underground Kingdom to almost the entire continent of Northrend.

Long before the outbreak of the Scourge Wars, as the Lich King's power gradually expanded in the bitter continent of Northrend, these humanoid spider monsters became their most formidable foe ever. Not only are they completely immune to the Lich King's undead plague and mind control, but they have also sent a large number of spider legions to besiege the Ice Crown Castle, where the Lich King is located. Eventually, however, the Lich King, with the assistance of the Dreadlord, won the war against the humanoid spider-monsters: they destroyed the vast underground kingdom, gave new "life" to those who died in battle, and were transformed into thoughtless and subjugated Crypt Demons under the Lich King's control, and with the outbreak of the Scourge Legion, these Crypt Demons began to appear frequently throughout Lordaeron.

The crypt demon swirled back and forth around the cauldron, occasionally pausing to cast spells on the cauldron, his arms swirling with dark shadows, his mouth humming like a swarm of insects, and the cauldron trembled even more as his arms swung rapidly.

After the outbreak of the Scourge War, many mages, priests, and warlocks have conducted in-depth research on the Scourge Plague, and most researchers agree that the Scourge is not just a contagious disease, in fact, it is mixed with certain curse spells that can contaminate the spirits of the infected, so that the Lich King can control his mind and turn it into a puppet that only knows how to do what he is told. ，

Now it seems that the results of this research are correct, and the crypt demon in front of him is clearly applying some kind of curse to the plague virus in this cauldron.

Lying on his stomach in the bushes, the Blood Spear turned around and looked at Diego: "Come on, man, what tactics are we going to use this time?" ”

Since bowing to Diego, the "master tactician", the orcs have reached the point where their mouths are all tactical, and the orcs who enter are eager to learn more skills and then show their skills in the army of the Great Chief.

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