Nobalton sat on the top of the hill overlooking the Zangar Marsh, and then he closed his eyes. He was tired, every bone was tired. He came here to be alone for a while. In fact, he hadn't seen Colleen in days. She hid in a hole with two other people, and whenever he visited them and asked about their condition, the answers he received were always incomprehensible shrugging. The man named Akama never reacted, and survived only by Roo's unremitting efforts.

Something is completely wrong. Nobordon knew: he saw the changes that had taken place in himself and the other survivors, including Akama. The rest of the camp also understood. They gradually had nothing to say to him, even Roo. And just the other day, when Noborton returned to camp with a few small fish, he was told that they had a lot of fish, and he had to eat them himself...... It was as if the sickness that afflicted him and the other survivors would be transmitted to them through his hands and the food his hands touched.

Noubolton was very tired of this. He spent a long time climbing to the top of the mountain, meditating quietly, forcing himself to concentrate and desperately trying what he had not yet done: using the Light again. He felt as if he was facing a sealed door, and perhaps the part of his mind that would keep him in touch with the Light had lost its function, or worse, it was no longer there.

Just such a simple thought gave him a headache. Lately, it's been getting harder and harder for him to clear his mind. His arms were still growing in size, and showed no signs of stopping, his hooves were split into several pieces, several of which had fallen off and could no longer grow. In the meantime, those nightmares ...... Those nightmares continue.

But at the very least, the orc team has been infested significantly less often. Word has it that whatever the orcs are building, they're almost finished. And it looked like it was, as Viren had guessed, it was some kind of door.

Very well, thought Nobaldon, it was best for them all to go through, and then face their doom straight ahead.

He got up. Walk back to camp slowly and deliberately. He was glad that he had a hammer to carry some of the weight he had, and in recent weeks it had grown so heavy that he had to drag it head-down, and he had used it more as a cane than a hammer.

A few hours later. He arrives at his destination and decides to meet Roo. He could meet with him, sue him, and let him know about the growing discrimination and ...... against these survivors of his sect

Nobalton stopped in front of Roo's hole. Colleen was already lying on a blanket inside. She was now less of a Draenei and more of a botched imitation. She was sickly and weak. Her eyes were milky white, and her lower limbs were swollen into a large lump of flesh. Her hooves had fallen off completely. All that remained were sarcomas of the transverse processes of the joints, and her tail had shrunk into only a small lump of flesh. Despite her weakness, she struggled desperately in the crook of Roo's arms.

"I want to die, I just want to die, I don't want to suffer anymore!"

Luo hugged her tightly. Nobalton hurried forward.

"Don't be stupid!" he looked at Roo, "can you cure her?"

The priest frowned at his friend. "I've tried!"

"Let me go!

A glow of light emanated from Roo's hand, and he comforted Colleen as she ceased to struggle. She collapsed, whimpering in pain, curled up in a fetal position. Luo shook his head and left the cave.

Walking out of the cave, Luo looked at Noborton sternly. "I did everything I could. It seems that her body, like her will. has been destroyed. ”

"There must be something that can—some way—" Nobalton said as hard as he could, "we must do something!" he finally blurted out.

Luo was silent for a moment. "I'm worried about them, and you. We have received reports of the same change in Shattrath survivors in various camps. Whatever the change is, it has nothing to do with the treatment of the survivors, and we can't influence it. Our people fear that if we don't do anything else, we will all be lost. ”

"What are you talking about? What's going on?"

Luo sighed. "Just talking. Presently. I try my best to get people to be sensible about this qiē, but even I have a hard time defending you and others for any longer. And honestly, I don't even know if I should do it. ”

The disappointment with his friend was very painful for Noupleton, and he thought he could trust Roo. But even Roo eventually succumbed to the small-minded paranoia.

Without saying a word, Nobalton turned and left.

Coleen's situation got worse, and the resolution that Roo had mentioned was the one that Nobordon was afraid of. It finally came a few days later.

Nobunton, Colleen, Estes, and Herac were summoned in front of all the camp members. Some have grim expressions, some have sad faces, and others have unpredictable expressions. Judging by Roao's expression, his heart was fighting, but it was clear that he had made up his mind. Like a hunter who doesn't want to kill, but understands that he must have food, he is ready to strike a fatal blow to his prey.

Eventually, Roo was chosen as the camp's spokesperson. "It's not easy for me, for everyone...... "But we've discussed it with the representatives of the other camps, and we've finally made a decision. We think it's for the good of all, if you are because of ...... Pain with us, and therefore ...... Isolate from those of us who are still healthy. ”

Colleen, who looked like she had just woken up from a dream, her voice was rough and harsh, "We're banished?"

Before Roo could object, Noboton said, "That's the truth! They can't solve our problems, so they ...... They just want to ignore us! They just want us to go away!"

"We can't help you!" Roo blurted out, "We don't know if your symptoms are contagious, you can't work, your intelligence is decreasing, and we can't afford to feed you." We don't have enough people anymore, let's try our luck again!"

"What about the others, like Akama?" Colleen asked.

"He'll stay here, and I'll take care of him until he wakes up," Roo replied, before adding, "if he wakes up." ”

"You're such a good man," Nobalton muttered, sarcasm in his tone.

Luo rushed forward and stood in front of Nobordon in a provocative manner. Ignoring his increasingly severe illness, Nuboton straightened up to meet Roo's gaze.

"You said you suspected that the Light was silent on you in order to punish you for your failures in Shatrath. ”

"I've dedicated all my qiē to Shattrath! I'm ready to die, so that you, so that you can live!"

"yes, but you're not dead after all. ”

"What are you talking about—you're saying I'm abandoned?"

"I think if the Light has abandoned you, there must be some reason. Who of us can understand the Light's way of doing things?" Roo looked back at the crowd, hoping for some support. Some looked away, but many others didn't, "Anyway, I think it's time for you to take orders to go somewhere." I think it's time to calculate the benefits you've gotten from others......"

Luo reached out and snatched the hammer from Nobordon's hand.

"And I think it's time for you to stop pretending you're not. (To be continued.) )