The Cult of the Damned's sphere of influence soon swept across the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, but for the first time after extending their tentacles into the territory of the Southern Alliance's Stormwind Kingdom, they were fully blocked.

Needless to say, the Truth Saint Army will never allow other religious organizations to come and compete with them for territory.

As a result, the fanatical religious maniacs of the Holy Cult Army ignored the three-seven-twenty-one, and directly set off a large-scale manhunt covering the entire alliance again.

With the oracle issued by Lord Divine Venerable, anyone who reports a member of the Cursed Cultist can be rewarded with ten gold coins, and the higher the level, the higher the bonus, whoever is lucky enough to catch Kel'thugad will directly crown you as a noble lord!

As the saying goes: reward thousands of gold, seal ten thousand households, and there is nothing wrong with Lao Tie.

As a result, the Confederate Confederacy instantly became the graveyard of the Cursed Sect, and their missionaries were caught in the sea of people's war in the south of the continent.

Especially in Stormwind, the people on the streets are red-eyed, looking for the Cultists of the Damned and those who dare to shield them.

The Cult soldiers wandered the streets, occasionally being stopped by sneaky calls from some of the residents of Stormwind, who then dragged them to the suspicious places they had discovered.

Everywhere there was eyeliner and full of malice, and the large forces of the Cursed Sect that entered the southern region suffered heavy losses and finally withdrew in disgrace.

The Northern Alliance also ridiculed this, saying that the Southern Alliance was completely restricting the people's freedom of belief, which was rude and rude, and that it was in the name of the Titan God to achieve its own barbaric purposes.

King Ryan was indignant at this and cried out loudly.

Isn't this horse riding my good job!Also, what is it called in the name of the Titan God... This is obviously an order given by the Titan God himself, and you don't dare to anger the gods, so you will use me to make fun of me?

However, this time, the Southern Union did not fight back, but began to desperately hoard food and consumables, and completely cut off all trade with the North for food and water.

The dwarves of Ironforge and the gnomes who had just recovered their city of Nomorigen followed suit.

They have been the hardcore friends of the Stormwind Kingdom for a long time, and the diplomatic strategy of the two sides has always been to advance and retreat together behind Stormwind.

These three parties are not only because of the deep friendship that their ancestors have accumulated over a long time, but also because of the geopolitical necessity in order to maintain the dominant position in the southern part of the continent and leave no opportunity for foreign enemies.

The Hammer Dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain reacted even more violently, not only cutting off all trade with the Northern Alliance, but also starting to build large checkpoints and fortresses on various key roads leading to the outside world in the Hinterland region, as if they were preparing to enclose the entire Hinterland region into iron barrels.

To this end, they also applied for a large interest-free loan from the Night Elves, the largest landlord in the Southern Alliance, as well as a construction team for the construction of the Pass Fortress Group and the purchase of steam-powered armor for the Dwarves.

The Night Elves have always been very keen on engaging in arms races and large-scale military construction.

Therefore, this group of big dogs passed the approval of the loan very happily, as if they were racing against something, and within a few days, the construction team went to the Hinterland area to assist the Brute Hammer Dwarves in carrying out a vigorous construction.

The High Elves of Quel'Thalas also smelled a hint of something wrong, although the Silver Moon Court now highly suspected that this was the bad water used by the Night Elves to swallow them up again, but now that the entire Southern Alliance was desperately making full preparations, this scale was a bit big.

After much thought, the Sun King finally decided to strengthen and raise the Wall of Quel'Salas, and doubled the number of runestone circles in the border area.

As for the food trade with the Northern Alliance, this is a trivial matter, and it is simply stopped.

The Northern Alliance was confused about this, and its face was full of inexplicability.

They don't understand what's going on in the world, and the international situation is like a child's house, where they can change when they say they can, and there is no room for negotiation.

Isn't it just a new sect?

Yes, their name sounds a bit of a cult, but what they do is for the people, are you all blind?

Besides, how much of a storm can a sectarian organization without real political power set off?

Well, the Northern Alliance soon knew what a storm the Cursed Sect could make.

Lordaeron's second largest city in the country, Stratholm City and the surrounding area, are among the smaller towns and cities.

A terrible plague begins to spread wildly, and infected creatures will go through the entire process from onset to death at an extremely rapid rate, and there will be no time for any treatment.

But what is even more terrifying is that death is not the end for the patients, they get back on their feet, and become rotting zombies or skeletons.

The number of these undead is currently increasing exponentially, and now the entire region has become a plague land, except for Stratholme, whose gates have been closed.

The Prince of Arthas was so distressed by this that he watched his people die miserably and painfully, and then the disgusting undead rose again and began to attack anyone living in a frenzy.

There was nothing he could do, and his proud Light could not save everyone.

Together with his mentor Uther* Lightbringer and lover Gianna, he leads an elite army through the vast plague lands, vainly rooting out the undead scourge everywhere.

Now he had learned that the former Archmage of Dalaran, Kel'thugad, and his Cult of the Damned were responsible for all of this.

After a period of hiding and lurking, they have finally torn off the mask of camouflage and are fully embarking on their evil plans.

Truckloads of food infected with the plague have already been transported to various places, and water sources have been planted with the seeds of the plague.

The Cult of the Damned fulfilled their original promise that they were indeed going to give people eternal life, but in the form of the undead.

Keldaron County, Psychic College.

In the face of the attack of the army of the Prince of Arthas, Kel'thugad did not flee, as if he was waiting for his death.

When Arthas angrily plunged his sword into his chest, the archmage smiled instead.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, your destiny is about to begin, and I will wait for the moment when you will summon me again. ”

The former archmage fell down with a smile, and his inexplicable last words caused a deep doubt and uneasiness in Arthas's heart.

What does this damn madman mean?

But Alsace had no time to think about it, the people were suffering, they were wailing in pain, which made Arthas, who loved his country and his people, anxious.

I want to be a good prince, I want to save my people.

I'm willing to pay any price for that.