…… Chapter 112: The Beings Before the Tribulation (I)

The weather was sunny and cloudless.

In the beautiful and affluent city of Andorhar, the smiling faces of the farmers are full of joy and joy as far as the eye can see. The Andohar region is the largest granary of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, where countless farms, large and small, are located. The fertile land and the favorable climate make it suitable for the growth of crops. At this time of year, Andohar will usher in a busy but satisfying harvest scene, where countless harvested grains and grains will be initially put into sacks. Loaded into horse-drawn wagons, it was continuously transported to all parts of the country. The rich land of Andorhar alone was enough to supply nearly half of the food needs of the kingdom of Lordaeron. This is the biggest "jewel" in the crown of Lordaeron.

The Andohar region is full of busyness and joy during harvest time, with families busy taking care of their land and farms at the end. It's been a good year, and the farmers and haciendas of Andohal are sure to have a wonderful harvest festival

In the granary of a small farm, however, there is no such atmosphere of harvest joy and happiness. The thick smell of blood was strong, and the corpses of the farmer's family of four, large and small, were discarded aside, and the gurgling blood soaked the grain under the corpses. An emaciated figure in a black robe, somewhat restrained and frightened, was kneeling on the ground and reporting to one of the leaders in front of him with a feverish expression:

"Lord Kel'thugad, I'm ready, you see...... Isn't it time to start planning our plans? We...... Uh......" But as soon as he finished speaking, a dark black spell struck him in the chest, causing his flattering and fanatical words to come to an abrupt end.

"Our plan? No, no, no, remember that it was the plan of the great Lich King, how dare you say about us? Well? You're just a lowly cultist," a faint cold voice sounded as if through the ice, from the leader who sat in a chair. The body of the Man in Black, or the Cultist, was rotting and shriveled at a rate that was recognizable to the naked eye, but the horrific scene did not cause any screaming or panic in the granary.

Slowly standing up, Kel'thugad looked around at the trembling Cursed cultists, smiled wickedly, and spoke; "Make the corpse of this fool into a ghoul, put the source of the plague into the granaries of the whole city, I will let the plague completely conquer the city, let the wails of pain resound throughout the land" After a pause, Kel'thugad, who had the demeanor of a superior person, shouted: "Remember to always be respectful and cautious, if you make a slight difference, this fool is your example to complete the Lich King's task well, and the great master will not treat you badly when it is over, You will receive great power and eternal life, and only the most faithful believers will receive this reward from the Great Lich King."

"Now, speed up the progress and speed up the spread of the plague"

"Long live the Lich King, loyal to the great," dozens of Cursed cultists turned from fear to fanaticism, chanting slogans one by one, commanding the skeletons and ghouls around them to begin carrying the mountains of food that had been contaminated by the plague. The grinding of skeletons and the roar of ghouls combined with the stench and gore made the place even more eerie

Protected by the abomination of two mountains of rancid meat, Kel'thugad strode out of the granary and whispered to the eerie voice of the setting sun that was about to fall into the mountains:

"Hmph, how can you possibly win against me, Antonidas and those idiots from Kenrito? Wait, terror and calamity will devour you of Dalaran? Lordaeron? Come, and my master and I will show you what the true end is...... On the outskirts of the magical capital of Dalaran.

Gianna Proudmoore was wandering in the afternoon sun with an arcane book in her hand. However, at this moment, she did not put her mind on that precious book that was hard to find, but kept thinking about the news about orcs from all over the continent that she had recently come into contact with.

Despite the fragmentary, inaccurate, and confusing information, Gianna learns that the fugitive orc Thrall, now calling himself the Grand Chief of the New Tribe, begins attacking the shelter to free the orcs who have been imprisoned. Not so long ago, Dunhold Castle, the largest orc refuge, was razed to the ground by this self-proclaimed chieftain

As far as Gianna knew, it was an ancient shamanic spell of the orcs that Thrall used to destroy the castle. Blackmore also died, but no one would mourn him because of what he did. But while the nascent tribe might eventually threaten her people, Gianna found herself not saddened by the loss of the shelter, for she had seen the filth and filth of things happening inside, and how disgusting and angry the shelter guards had been......

Just as the beautiful human mage was thinking about it and thinking wildly, Gianna suddenly heard someone angrily arguing something in front of her, which made the mage stop.

"I told Tenaris that his people were imprisoned in their own land, and I will say to you again that humanity is in danger, the tide of darkness is coming again, and the whole world is on the brink of war" The man's voice was loud and powerful, and Gianna didn't hear who it was, it wasn't the Magisters of Dalaran she was familiar with.

"Ah, I know who you are now, King Tenaris mentioned in that recent letter, and you are the 'prophet' who does not know what to call a 'prophet,' and I am less interested than he is in listening to the wild words of strangers about you." The other voice was apparently Antonidas, who simply calmly replied when the stranger repeatedly insisted.

Gianna knew she should leave carefully before being discovered, but curiosity drove her to hide and listen with invisibility. It was that same curiosity that led the little girl to follow Arthas to peek at the orc shelter. She approached as quietly as she could until she could see both of them. The owner of the first voice, the man whom Antonidas jokingly called "the prophet", wore a hooded cloak decorated with black feathers that covered his entire body, and it was impossible to see his face from under the hood. And her mentor rode on horseback. "I think Tenaris is quite wise in his assessment of your prophecy

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