Especially those who did not know his true identity realized for the first time the meaning of the title "God's Chosen One".
In just a few days, a young man who was hiding in a village barn and almost dead, under the guidance of the gods, gained the power to confront the lich, a terrifying undead with intelligence, head-on, and even defeated the lich so badly that it dared not approach the camp.
No matter whether it was the rain of holy arrows in the first attack or the super pyroblast with amazing destructive power, they did not seem like those of a novice beginner at all, but rather like those famous great wizards in Dalaran.
Since many people had seen Jaina casting spells on the way to Stratholme, they were not completely unaware of this.
They knew very well that even the young female mage, who was praised as a genius by Anthony Das, the chief mage of the magical kingdom of Dalaran, could not master more than two magical energies with completely different attributes and shape them into various forms according to her will.
So to outsiders, this sudden power comes from God's gift, and the principle should be the same as those priests obtaining divine arts and knowledge out of thin air.
If I were chosen, I would also become equally powerful in a very short time.
Therefore, each of them became extremely fanatical, eager to attract the attention of the gods through brave fighting and devout faith, and they did not retreat even when facing a vast number of undead.
The originally precarious defense line became as solid as a rock due to the high morale, and some places even achieved a partial counterattack.
The militia and the escaped residents of Stratholme worked together to find everything they could find nearby to build fortifications.
They even used thick wooden stakes as beams, placed them above the narrow entrance passage, tied a strong rope to the end, and used a net to hold heavy stones, which were pulled to the highest point using the pendulum principle.
When a large number of undead rush in, suddenly release the dragging rope and let them smash down with the force of thunder.
Under the influence of gravity acceleration, a large number of zombies, ghouls and skeletons can often be smashed to pieces in one go.
Placing a few along the way can cause unimaginable damage to the enemy.
In addition, digging the soil to create a high slope, lighting the haystack on top and pushing it down can also produce very good results.
Unlike direct field battles which usually require only head-on collisions and some tactical coordination, defense based on towns and camps often does not require too much combat experience and discipline.
As long as you use your brain, you can always come up with some means to give the attacking party a headache.
Even civilians, if they can overcome their initial fear, can use the terrain to their advantage and kill enemies that outnumber them by several times.
Not to mention that the opponent is a low-level undead, a fool with little intelligence who only knows how to obey orders and rush forward mindlessly.
After withstanding the first round of the fiercest and also most dangerous attacks, the militia and residents of Stratholme, who had been a little panicked before, suddenly realized that the Undead Army was actually nothing.
After suppressing the most threatening magical plague, the so-called undead are nothing more than beasts without fear and without fear of death.
If their hands and feet are cut off, they will become disabled and lose the ability to move and attack.
So the militiamen who were used to poking the chest with spears turned to poking the head or knees.
The former can kill the undead in one blow to a certain extent, while the latter can make the undead's movement speed extremely slow and pose no threat at all.
Wait for the opponent to crawl close to you and then have your companion holding a long-handled hammer or axe smash it to pieces.
Since the walls of the camp built under the order of Arthas were very high, and the passages connecting the internal camps were very narrow, only accommodating three or four people passing side by side, the undead could not take advantage of their numbers at all.
In addition, the Cult of the Damned had just risen at this time, and the main forces of the Lich King were all in the distant continent of Northrend. The Eastern Kingdoms did not have flying units such as gargoyles, banshees, and frost dragons, and had no good way to deal with the solid defensive offensive.
Not to mention flying units, even the number of abominations and meat grinders was very small, and they were simply unable to form a natural disaster that could sweep away everything.
This is why their strategy was to infect densely populated towns with plague rather than attacking them head-on.
Seeing that his cannon fodder was constantly being consumed but unable to achieve any results, the lich finally became a little impatient. He kept trying to mobilize the ghouls to climb the wall to lure Zuo Si to attack, while he hid behind and waited for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack in order to consume the mana of this dangerous enemy.
After all, he can use death contracts and dark rituals to "eat" the undead creatures under his control to restore vitality and mana, so he is not afraid of fighting a protracted war of attrition.
As long as they could win in the end and eliminate all the priests who possessed the ability to purify the plague, it would be worth it even if this army that they had worked so hard to build was completely destroyed.
What's more, the Lich is very much looking forward to capturing this young man with powerful spellcasting ability alive, then offering him to the great Lich King, and then being reborn in the form of death to join the Scourge.
In fact, the Scourge has always done a pretty good job in attracting talent.
The corners of Dalaran alone were dug up at a rapid pace.
Kel'Thuzad is only the most famous one among them, and there are quite a few others who are attracted by the knowledge of death and necromancy.
At this stage, all liches are basically transformed from mages from Dalaran, which can be seen from their iconic tactics and casting habits.
"Give up, young man, you can't win this war even if you defeat me.
Because death is the final destination of all life.
No matter how you struggle or procrastinate, you can only delay its arrival temporarily.
One day you will bow to death and succumb to this great power.
What's more, I am only the vanguard of the Scourge, another insignificant servant of the greater will.
If you are willing to surrender, you will definitely gain more forbidden knowledge and power, and ultimately defeat death and gain eternal life."
While casting biting frost spells, the lich tried to use words to seduce Zuo Si and interfere with his thinking and spellcasting.
But unfortunately it was all in vain.
Maybe others don’t know who is behind the Curse Sect and the Scourge, but Zuo Si obviously knows it clearly.
Moreover, his evaluation of the first Lich King, Ner'zhul, has always been "pure trash" and he has never been able to show up to the stage from the beginning to the end.
No matter how he was manipulated by Kil'jaeden in the beginning, allowing the orcs to destroy and massacre the Draenei living in Draenor, and eventually fell into the control of the Burning Legion;
Or was it that he played cowardly to save his life after the rise of Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, and watched helplessly as the orcs drank the blood of demons and turned into a group of brutal and bloodthirsty monsters;
Or maybe he opened the portal crazily, causing the land of his hometown to be torn apart, and he fell into the hands of Kil'jaeden, the commander of the Burning Legion. His soul suffered indescribable torture, and then he was transformed by evil magic and became the tool of the Legion's invasion of Azeroth - the Lich King;
In the end, even when he merged with Arthas, he was defeated by the latter and completely reduced to a pathetic clown.
It can be said that the second half of Ner'zhul's life was a progression from one failure to another, even greater failure.
He is greedy and cowardly, even a little despicable and shameless, but he is too timid to abandon all humanity and fall completely into darkness.
Perhaps the only bright spot was that he successfully backstabbed the Burning Legion and escaped from Kil'jaeden's control during the Third War, but that was all.
Therefore, Zuo Si always had contempt, disdain and disdain for Ner'zhul.
If it was an invitation from the Burning Legion, he might have given it some thought.
At least their legion's fel technology is really powerful, from interstellar ultra-long-distance communications to portal networks spread across various planets, as well as huge fleets of interstellar battleships, it can be said that they have almost everything.
Mechanical Gundams like the Mana Mecha and constructs like the Hellfire are not considered advanced technologies in the eyes of the Legion.
Do you think he's a magician?
But in fact, their technological level has reached a very high level, and they can fight an interstellar war in space.
But the Lich King and the Scourge...
I'm sorry, you are just a third-rate force that can't even figure out the continent of Northrend, and your leader is a weakling. Just stay where you want.
Zuo Si felt that any slight hesitation would damage his status.
So he simply rolled his eyes, then shot out a ray of holy light from his backhand, piercing the lich's chest. A dazzling golden light emanated from the area near the wound, continuously burning the surrounding bones.
"ah!!!!"
The pain caused by the burning soul immediately made the latter scream, and he quickly retreated with his eyes full of vigilance and fear.
As a sacred energy that restrains death, Holy Light can not only be used to heal injuries, but can also cause huge damage to undead creatures.
Arthas would often cast Holy Light directly on the heads of a group of ghouls, burning them into black carbonized matter.
Just when the lich was about to devour the undead creatures around him to recover, a burst of shouting and killing suddenly came from the direction of the gate of Stratholme in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, a group of fully armed soldiers from the Kingdom of Lordaeron rushed out and attacked behind the undead army at lightning speed.
The one rushing in the front was none other than Prince Arthas, whose whole body was shining with golden holy light.
Obviously, after learning that the camp outside the city was besieged by the undead army, he immediately led his team back to fight.
Moreover, calculating the time, this army has been fighting for several hours and is already extremely exhausted both mentally and physically. They must rest and replenish food and water.
“Damn it!”
Upon seeing this, the lich immediately realized that he had lost his chance, and turned around to retreat with the remaining undead.
"Your blatant retreat is too disrespectful to me, isn't it?"
Zuo Si immediately abandoned the already safe camp and chased after him.
Although I haven't been able to master the teleportation magic of this world yet, it doesn't mean that there is no way to use the right teleportation magic.
“Stop him!”
The lich quickly gave orders to the two giant stitched abominations beside him.
He could obviously feel the huge crisis he was facing, so he guided the arcane energy to teleport away without even thinking about it.
Upon receiving the order, the abominations immediately took steps forward and charged like two heavy trucks.
Many retreating ghouls, zombies and skeletons were crushed by their huge feet, making creepy sounds.
"Don't worry about the Stitched Abomination! Interrupt the lich's spellcasting concentration first! Don't let him get away!"
Arthas single-handedly fought his way through countless undead, shouting at the top of his lungs.
It is not difficult to tell from the murderous intent in his eyes and the armor that is almost stained red with blood that he has killed a large number of residents in Stratholme, and now wants to kill this lich to vent the uncontrollable anger and hatred in his heart.
"You can't get away."
Zuo Si raised his hands and began to chant a spell that no one could understand.
In the blink of an eye, the sacred energy that struck fear into the hearts of all the undead gathered in his palm, emitting a white light that was ten thousand times more dazzling than the sun.
Just as the lich was about to complete the teleportation, his entire body was instantly hit by a white beam of light falling from the sky.
The next second...
Boom!!!! The lich's body quickly disintegrated in the middle of the white light column, turning into dust that drifted away in the wind.
After the beam of light disappeared, not even a trace of residue was left.
Arthas and the soldiers behind him were completely stunned when they saw this scene.
Especially the prince himself, who had fought against this kind of undead creature before and understood how terrifying and difficult the lich was.
I had the upper hand several times and was close to killing him, but in the end he escaped.
But now, a rural youth who was powerless a few days ago can gain such amazing power under the guidance of God. It would be a lie to say that I am not envious.
Arthas even had the idea of abandoning the Holy Light and the Paladin profession and turning to the arms of the God of Contract.
He would pay any price, not to mention a simple act of faith, to gain the power to kill Mal'Ganis.
It was obvious that Zuo Si used the [Immortality and Death] from the Six-Ring Divine Art.
The effect of this spell is that each level of priest can destroy undead creatures with a total level of LV1 to LV4. Even a LV11 priest who has just obtained the six-ring divine spell can kill undead creatures of LV11 to LV44 with [Undying to Death].
The highest value can even reach LV20 to LV80, which is a terrifying value.
In other words, without corresponding protective measures, magic resistance and immunity, even a legendary lich would be doomed if hit by one shot, and there would be no possibility of survival at all.
It is because of this spell that high-level priests are called the Undead Slayers.
The container that Zuo Si is currently controlling can cast the Nine-Ring Divine Art, so the lowest priest level is LV17, and even if you take the middle value, it is LV34.
Even Kel'Thuzad might not be able to reach this level after transforming into a great lich. Ordinary liches who are not even worthy of having a name will basically die if they are hit.
Of course, the liches in this world also have something similar to the life box, so as long as the life box is not destroyed, they will be resurrected again in a short time.
With the death of the supreme commander of the Undead Legion, the remaining Undead who had little thinking ability quickly fell into chaos and collapse.
The two super-giant stitched abominations that rushed up were also eliminated one by one with the help of Arthas.
By the evening when the sun was setting, the battle finally came to an end with the victory of the human side.
The entire land outside Stratholme is now littered with mutilated corpses and the foul smell of embalming fluid and rotting flesh.
In order to prevent the plague contained in the corpses of the undead from contaminating the land and water sources, the soldiers, militiamen and the rescued residents of Stratholme suppressed their nausea, collected the body parts and piled them together for burning.
The flames shooting up into the sky could be seen clearly from several kilometers away.
Such a tragic scene made everyone lose their appetite for meat. They just drank some oatmeal porridge and ate two pieces of bread to restore their consumed energy.
"It's a terrible day, isn't it?"
Looking at the eyes of the residents of Stratholme, which were filled with fear or hatred, Arthas could not help but let out a bitter self-mockery.
He knew very well that what he did today might never be understood, but he did not regret it.
Because if this is not done, there will be no living people in the entire Stratholme, and even the surrounding areas will be affected.
"Yeah, it's been a bad day. Here, have some tea to relax."
Zuo Si casually handed over the cup that Jaina had used before.
The prince obviously did not notice this detail, or he was not in the mood to pay attention to what Jaina did recently. He subconsciously took it and took a big gulp, savoring the bitter taste with a hint of sweetness with his taste buds. After a full minute, he let out a long breath.
"Phew - thank you. I feel much better now. To be honest, I'm glad to have you all by my side. Otherwise, I don't know if I would be able to hold on tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"Even without us, you will persist. Because you are Arthas, the man destined to become the king of Lordaeron." Zuo Si responded calmly.
"The man destined to become the king of Lordaeron? You really know how to comfort people.
I don’t know how my father will react after I do this.
He might disinherit me in anger and exile me to appease the anger and fear of the people."
Arthas' tone was filled with pessimism and despair.
Even Jaina, his closest friend, and Uther, whom he once admired the most, could not understand him. He didn't think that his stubborn father the king would understand that this bloody massacre was actually saving the kingdom.
"You are too pessimistic, dear prince. Believe me, no matter what happens, you are destined to become the king of Lordaeron."
Zuo Si made a meaningful prophecy.
After all, killing all living people and turning them into undead is also a way of ruling.
Although the regime established by the Death Knight Arthas was later overthrown by a conspiracy by Sylvanas and the dreadlords, he was at least the King of Lordaeron for a period of time.
“Is this a prophecy from God?”
The prince's eyes suddenly widened as if he realized something.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, you can understand this as a prophecy from God. But the process and results may be a little different from what you imagined."
"It doesn't matter! The fact that I can inherit the throne of Lordaeron means that the Cult of the Damned and the Scourge will eventually be defeated.
Peace and tranquility will be restored to the kingdom.
I will keep this favor in mind and fulfill my promise the moment I become king."
As he said this, Arthas's mood became noticeably higher, and a fire of hope ignited in his heart.
In response, Zuo Si simply smiled politely and said nothing.
The two of them sat around the campfire, eating freshly baked soft bread in small bites, and chatting about the situation in the city of Stratholme.
As the news that the prince was slaughtering civilians spread rapidly in the streets and alleys, and many people died from the plague and were quickly transformed into undead who attacked the living everywhere, the city was now completely plunged into disorder and chaos.
Some gathered together as a family unit and barricaded the doors and windows of a sturdy building to ward off threats from the streets outside;
Others give up on themselves and start robbing, raping, and killing, hoping to indulge themselves before they die.
The most important thing is that the dreadlord Mal'Ganis has personally taken action, constantly converting the residents and turning them into undead. From time to time, he will send ghouls, mages of the Cult of the Damned and stitched abominations to launch sudden attacks.
光是今天就有超过一百五十名士兵死在了这样神出鬼没的攻击下。
很显然，除了那些已经说出来必须净化斯坦索姆的理由，阿尔萨斯还有一个没有说出来的理由。
那就是杀死感染瘟疫生病虚弱的活人，要比杀死不知恐惧为何物的亡灵容易太多。
由于兵力十分有限的关系，如果像乌瑟尔和吉安娜那样什么都不做眼睁睁看局势恶化，等居民开始大面积转化的时候再想要清理，所需要付出的伤亡跟代价会是现在的几倍乃至十几倍、几十倍。
简单吃过晚饭，战斗了一天疲惫不堪的阿尔萨斯很快便躺在帐篷里闭上眼睛打起了呼噜。
他甚至没有脱掉身上的铠甲，同时手里死死攥着战锤，显然是做好了随时醒来并投入战斗的准备。
作为王子的副官兼贴身侍卫，法瑞克队长在注意到这一点之后不由得轻轻叹了口气，拿起一块略显破旧的毯子轻轻盖在上边，然后走到外面的篝火堆旁边坐下，好几次想要开口说点什么，但事到临头却又忍住了。
反复七八次之后，他这才灌了一口酒鼓足勇气说道：“在今天的战斗中我发现了一些问题。”
“哦？是什么？”
左思随口反问了一句。
“那个可怕的恶魔玛尔加尼斯！ 似乎是在故意激怒王子殿下，让他去屠杀更多的斯坦索姆居民。
这家伙每一次占尽优势都会停下来肆无忌惮的嘲讽，令王子在愤怒之下完全失去理智疯狂屠戮。
如果是一次两次我可能根本不会察觉到。
但对方今天却足足做了六次以上。”
法瑞克队长一股脑把自己的担忧说了出来。
因为在杀戮过程中，阿尔萨斯脸上凶狠嗜血的表情让他感到陌生和恐惧。
同时那些生病的平民临死前哀求的样子，也让所有参与到这次行动中的士兵感到无比痛苦。
相比起肉体上的疼痛，这种精神上的折磨才最为致命。
这也是为何在亡灵天灾肆虐过之后会诞生血色十字军这个从骨子里透露出极端与疯狂的组织。
确切的说，所有在战后加入其中的人基本有一个算一个脑子都不正常了。
除了向天灾军团跟巫妖王复仇，他们根本找不到第二个支撑自己活下去的理由跟意义。
当然，其实法瑞克显然并不需要担心这个。
因为以阿尔萨斯的“念旧”程度，必然会在拿到霜之哀伤后把这位忠心耿耿的副官杀死转化成亡灵永远陪伴在自己身边。
就如同他成为死亡骑士后第一时间就去复活了曾经的爱马无敌一样。
左思用略带怜悯的眼神注视着这个性格与阿尔萨斯一样激进的青年，低声说道：“你的观察很敏锐，至少要比我们的王子殿下敏锐太多。他可是连一丁点都没有看出，这是一个针对自己的陷阱。”
“什么？你的意思是……玛尔加尼斯在故意激怒王子殿下，好让他去屠杀自己的子民？那他的目的又是什么呢？毁掉王子的名声吗？”
法瑞克猛地站起身握紧了拳头。
“不，他应该是想要让王子在杀戮中不断变得冷酷、麻木，最终变成另外一幅与现在截然不同的样子。而斯坦索姆就是敌人做的一个局，从王子艰难做出选择的那一刻起，他就已经掉进了陷阱之中。”
左思没有隐瞒什么，大大方方告诉了眼前这位队长真相。
他之所以敢这样做就是因为知道哪怕提前知晓真相，对方也什么都做不了。
法瑞克无法说服阿尔萨斯停止对斯坦索姆的净化，更无法阻止恐惧魔王一次又一次的挑衅，甚至就连自己也会不知不觉的深陷其中。
没办法，这就是弱者的悲哀，从头到尾都在被牵着鼻子走，不断被逼着做出错误的选择。
打个贴切点的比方，阿尔萨斯的眼下的困境就如同在面对劫匪绑架了自己的家人，然后对方要求他在两个孩子之间选择杀死一个，否则就把两个孩子都杀死。
在这种情况下，无论选择哪一个结果都注定会是悲剧。
因为弱者是无法做到在劫匪伤害任何一个孩子之前先将其拿下乃至杀死。
但如果换成是强者就可以不做任何选择，直接冲上去解决劫匪拯救家人。
所以强者的厉害之处就在于永远可以跳出游戏规则之外，有不被逼着做任何选择的权力。
而左思显然已经拥有了这样的权力。
任何形式的威胁恐吓都只会遭到他十倍、百倍的报复。
但遗憾的是阿尔萨斯却并没有这样的权力，哪怕成为巫妖王之后也仍旧只是一颗棋子。
“混蛋！”
法瑞克抡起拳头狠狠砸向地面打出一个小土坑，脸上的表情更是狰狞的吓人。
很显然，他明白自己什么都做不了，只能眼睁睁看着敌人的奸计得逞。
毕竟阿尔萨斯的顽固可是丝毫不比他的父亲——泰瑞纳斯国王差，反而有过之而无不及。
结束了谈话之后，左思便起身去给那些受伤的士兵、民兵和平民治疗，顺便查看感染瘟瘟疫的病人恢复的如何了。
如果发现有谁挺不住开始出现昏迷休克的情况，就得抬到远处隔着栅栏的另外一边，防止死亡后突然变成亡灵跳起来伤人。
经过一天的忙碌的救治，超过百分之九十的人都已经有明显好转。
但同样也有上百个没能撑住，眼下已经变成僵尸在隔离区不断发出低吼并奋力伸出胳膊想要抓人。
守在附近的民兵发现之后会立刻将其杀死，并把尸体拖到外面去焚烧。
等天色彻底暗下来，左思这才跟兰尼打了声招呼，独自一人离开军营进入斯坦索姆城区之内。
尽管目前已经是午夜时分，可是能见度却非常高。
因为冲天的大火把整个城市都照亮了。
几乎超过四分之一的木质房屋都在燃烧，火势也在随着夜风的吹拂向四周扩散。
虽然经历一个白天营救和屠杀，可城内仍旧有数量相当多的居民。
在大火燃烧木头发出的噼里啪啦响声中，偶尔还能听到歇斯底里的狂笑，女人在被侵犯时发出的尖叫与哭泣，被困在房子里被活活烧死发出的痛苦哀嚎……
毫无疑问，此时此刻的斯坦索姆就是一副彻头彻尾的炼狱光景。
法律和秩序早已荡然无存，只剩下一群在死亡和恐惧面前彻底崩溃的普通人。
“唉——真是有点惨呢。”
左思不由得发出了感叹。
虽然共情能力弱，无法产生真正的感同身受，同样也不会有悲伤流泪的反应，但基于价值观延伸出来的怜悯还是多少有点的。
如果是本体或者分身在这里，他肯定会出手拯救这座城市和里边的居民。
但问题是他现在只是降临了一缕意识，容器也是临时挑选出来凑合着用的，连玛尔加尼斯这个弱鸡恐惧魔王都不一定打得过，哪里有资格去拯救别人。
所以左思并没有理会正在发生的犯罪，也没有去尝试着拯救任何人，而是径直朝亡灵在这里建立的临时基地走去。
今天晚上他的目标就是测试一下玛尔加尼斯的实力，顺便确认自己这幅身体所能达到的上限，然后根据信息反馈制定接下来的计划。
……
与此同时，远在南方的魔法王国达拉然。
吉安娜正在与自己的导师安东尼·达斯激烈争论关于魔法瘟疫的事情。
“我说过多少次了！
如果这种瘟疫真的是由克尔苏加德借助通灵魔法制造出来的，那么它就不可能在短时间内研究出解药。
因为在通灵魔法领域，整个达拉然都没有第二个人走得比他更远、研究更深入。
所以放弃不切实际的想法吧，魔法这种东西用来都不是一蹴而就的。
你救不了斯坦索姆的居民，我也同样做不到。”
大法师扶着额头用十分严厉的语气训斥道。
“可那些信奉契约之神的牧师是怎么做到的？ 他们明明可以通过草药和一种魔法来把清水转化成为圣水。
所有喝下圣水的瘟疫感染者，只要是身体健康且病症不是特别严重，都能迅速好转并痊愈。
看，我已经把他们的药剂和草药饮料的配方拿回来了。”
说着，吉安娜从口袋里掏出了那张临走前左思赠予的羊皮纸摆放在桌子上。
安东尼·达斯下意识接过来扫了两眼，立刻惊讶的挑起了眉毛：“全部都是新配方？！这个契约之神似乎有点东西。”
吉安娜不加思索的回答：“那是当然！我亲眼见过那些牧师施展自称神术的魔法，每一种都是闻所未闻、见所未见。所以我觉得只要找他们帮忙，肯定能快速研制出治愈瘟疫的解药。”
“契约之神索斯……
It seems that we need to pay more attention to this sect that suddenly emerged.
Compared to the plague that is spreading in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, this is the one that needs special attention.
Because he can give power to believers, which is obviously not something that can be done casually.
And I didn’t find any record of this in the library.”
Anthony Dass talked to himself, stroking his thick white beard.
As the supreme leader of the Magic Kingdom, he has free access to all knowledge in the city, and therefore knows that there are many powerful beings in this world.
Including the wilderness demigods born from life and natural forces, the powerful lords from the elemental plane, the Loa gods believed by the trolls, the five guardian dragons, and the many guardians left by the Titans...
In short, only those beings that are powerful beyond imagination can grant mortals knowledge and power.
Any such existence can easily cause devastating damage and disaster.
The most detailed record is about Ragnaros, the Firelord, who changed the terrain by his own power and created Blackrock Mountain, Scorching Gorge and Burning Steppes.
Since the dwarves and humans are allies, information about this history can be found in the library in Ironforge.
In addition, Dalaran originally studied various magical powers and supernatural life, and had close ties with the Council of Tirisfal, so it is often particularly sensitive and vigilant in this regard.
"Do you think the coming of the God of Contract is a threat?" Jaina asked in an uncertain tone.
Anthony Das hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook his head: “I don’t know, I can’t make a judgment for now.
Although your report mentioned the other party's actions, this is still a short period of time and we still need to continue observing.
But if you think on the bright side, if this is truly a kind and merciful god, then it might not be a bad thing for humanity and the entire world.
At least we can gain a powerful protector in exchange for our faith.
Then you won’t have to be so timid when facing threats like demons.”
"What about the plague? Are we just going to watch it wreak havoc in the Kingdom of Lordaeron? Watch countless innocent people die?"
Jaina continued to press the issue relentlessly.
“I will bring it up at our regular meeting tomorrow.
I can't guarantee whether it will pass.
You should know that the atmosphere in Dalaran is very tense right now.
As large numbers of orcs escape from the concentration camps and plunder towns and villages along the way, many people begin to attack the decision to contain these bloodthirsty monsters in the first place.
Your father Daelin is the most radical one among them, and he plans to lead the fleet himself to capture all the escaped orcs and execute them.
Many members of the Alliance who have a blood feud with the orcs support him.
Dalaran is also divided into two factions, and they are currently arguing with each other.
Before they reach a conclusion, they have no time to care about other things.
Even King Terenas did not take the plague in Lordaeron seriously, so how could the archmages of Dalaran take it seriously?
So I suggest you don’t have too high expectations.”
It is not difficult to hear from Antonius Dass's words that the orcs led by Thrall have caused great damage to the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the entire Alliance.
After all, compared to the never-heard-of Cult of the Damned and the Scourge of the Undead, the threat of the orcs is real and has been fully demonstrated in the first two wars.
Even the most powerful warriors among humans will be at a disadvantage when facing these brave and bloodthirsty green monsters.
That amazing strength and terrifying talent for violence make it invincible in close combat.
Combined with his strong pain tolerance and ability to withstand blows, he is a natural born excellent fighter.
Therefore, whether it is to prevent the orcs from rising again or to quell the opposition within the Alliance, King Terenas must first transfer troops to the southern area to resolve the troubles caused by the orcs' escape.
This is also the reason why Arthas, despite being a prince, has very few troops.
It’s not that Terenas didn’t want to give him more, but there really wasn’t enough.
Thrall and the orcs were actually one of the important factors that caused the plague to spread rapidly in the north and eventually led to the destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Moreover, the casualties and damage caused by these guys are no less than those of the undead.
Although Thrall has always claimed that he wants to break away from the dark history of the past and lead the orcs to regain their lost shamanic faith and glory.
The problem is that orcs used to have a typical nomadic tribal structure.
Anyone who knows anything about nomadic tribes knows what this means.
Therefore, it is common to see things like massacring civilians, looting property, raping women, and burning villages during battles.
Anyway, as the chief, it is impossible for him to keep an eye on other clans that act independently 24 hours a day.
Not to mention the bloodthirsty and warlike Grom Hellscream and his equally tough Warsong clan...
(End of this chapter)