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, 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 standing 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 ax 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 possibility, and there would be no 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.
Today alone, more than one hundred and fifty soldiers died in this elusive attack.
Apparently, in addition to the reasons stated for purifying Stratholme, Arthas had an unspoken reason.
That is, it is much easier to kill living people who are sick and weak due to the plague than to kill undead who do not know what fear is.
Due to the extremely limited military force, if they do nothing and watch the situation deteriorate like Uther and Jaina did, and then try to clean up the situation when the residents begin to convert on a large scale, the casualties and costs they will have to pay will be several times, even dozens of times, of what it is now.
After a simple dinner, Arthas, exhausted after a day of fighting, soon lay down in the tent, closed his eyes and began to snore.
He didn't even take off his armor, and at the same time he held the hammer tightly in his hand, obviously ready to wake up and fight at any time.
As the prince's adjutant and personal bodyguard, Captain Farrick couldn't help but sigh softly after noticing this, picked up a slightly worn blanket and gently covered it on top, then walked to sit next to the campfire outside, and wanted to say something several times, but held back when the time came.
After repeating this seven or eight times, he finally took a sip of wine and mustered up the courage to say, "I discovered some problems in today's battle."
"Oh? What is it?"
Zuo Si asked back casually.
“That terrible demon Mal’Ganis! It seems that he is deliberately trying to provoke His Royal Highness the Prince to slaughter more residents of Stratholme.
Every time this guy gained the upper hand, he would stop and taunt the prince wantonly, causing the prince to completely lose his mind and kill crazily in anger.
If it happened once or twice I probably wouldn't even notice it.
But the other party did it more than six times today."
Captain Falak expressed all his concerns.
Because during the killing process, the ferocious and bloodthirsty expression on Arthas's face made him feel unfamiliar and frightened.
At the same time, the sight of sick civilians begging before they died caused great pain to all the soldiers involved in the operation.
Compared to physical pain, this kind of mental torture is the most deadly.
This is also why the Scarlet Crusade, an organization that extremizes and is crazy in its bones, was born after the undead Scourge.
To be exact, almost all the people who joined in after the war were mentally ill.
Apart from seeking revenge against the Scourge and the Lich King, they could not find any other reason or meaning to keep themselves alive.
Of course, Farak obviously doesn't need to worry about this.
Because of how nostalgic Arthas is, he will definitely kill this loyal lieutenant after obtaining Frostmourne and transform him into an undead to accompany him forever.
Just like the first thing he did after becoming the Death Knight was to resurrect his former beloved horse, Invincible.
Zuo Si looked at the young man, who was as radical as Arthas, with a look of pity, and whispered, "You are very observant, at least much more observant than our prince. He didn't realize at all that this was a trap set for him."
"What? You mean... Mal'Ganis is deliberately provoking the prince to slaughter his own people? What is his purpose? To ruin the prince's reputation?"
Falric stood up suddenly and clenched his fists.
"No, he probably wants the prince to become cold and numb through the killings, and eventually become someone completely different from what he is now. Stratholme is a trap set by the enemy. From the moment the prince made his difficult choice, he had already fallen into the trap."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and told the captain the truth openly.
The reason why he dared to do this was because he knew that even if the other party knew the truth in advance, there was nothing they could do.
Falric was unable to convince Arthas to stop the purification of Stratholme, nor was he able to stop the Dreadlord's provocations again and again, and even he himself would unknowingly be deeply involved in it.
There is no way. This is the sadness of the weak. They are led by the nose from beginning to end and are constantly forced to make wrong choices.
To make a more appropriate analogy, Arthas's current predicament is like facing robbers who have kidnapped his family, and then the other party asks him to choose between killing one of the two children, otherwise they will kill both children.
In this case, no matter which choice is made, the result is bound to be tragic.
Because the weak cannot capture or even kill the robbers before they harm any children.
But if it were a strong person, he would not make any choice and would just rush forward to deal with the robbers and save his family.
Therefore, the strength of the strong lies in the fact that they can always jump out of the rules of the game and have the power not to be forced to make any choice.
And Zuo Si obviously already possessed such power.
Any form of threats or intimidation will only be met with his revenge ten or a hundred times.
But unfortunately, Arthas did not have such power. Even after becoming the Lich King, he was still just a pawn.
"asshole!"
Falak swung his fist and smashed it hard into the ground, creating a small hole. The expression on his face was even more ferocious and terrifying.
Obviously, he knew that he could do nothing but watch the enemy's evil plan succeed.
After all, Arthas's stubbornness is no less than that of his father, King Terenas, but even more so.
After finishing the conversation, Zuo Si got up to treat the injured soldiers, militiamen and civilians, and also checked on the recovery of the patients infected with the plague.
If someone is found to be unable to hold on and is beginning to fall into a coma or shock, they must be carried to the other side of the fence to prevent them from suddenly turning into an undead and jumping up to hurt others after death.
After a day of busy treatment, more than 90 percent of the people have shown significant improvement.
But there were also hundreds of them who could not hold on. They have now turned into zombies in the isolation area, constantly growling and stretching out their arms to grab people.
The militia guarding nearby would kill them immediately upon discovering them and drag the bodies outside to burn them.
When it was completely dark, Zuo Si said hello to Lanny and left the barracks alone and entered the city of Stratholme.
Although it is already midnight, visibility is very high.
Because the raging fire lit up the entire city.
Almost more than a quarter of the wooden houses were on fire, and the fire was spreading in all directions with the night wind.
Despite a day of rescue and massacre, there are still a considerable number of residents in the city.
Amid the crackling sound of burning wood in the fire, one could occasionally hear hysterical laughter, the screams and cries of women being violated, and the painful howls of people being trapped in the house and burned to death...
There is no doubt that Stratholme at this moment is a scene of complete purgatory.
Law and order have long since disappeared, leaving only a group of ordinary people who have completely collapsed in the face of death and fear.
"Oh - it's really a bit miserable."
Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh.
Although their empathy is weak and they are unable to truly feel the other's feelings, nor do they react with sadness or tears, there is still some degree of compassion based on their values.
If his original body or clone were here, he would definitely take action to save the city and its residents.
But the problem is that he has only descended as a wisp of consciousness now, and the container was also selected temporarily for use as a makeshift. He may not even be able to defeat the weak dreadlord Mal'Ganis, so how can he be qualified to save others.
So Zuo Si ignored the crime that was happening, nor did he try to save anyone, but walked straight towards the temporary base that the undead had established here.
His goal tonight was to test Mal'Ganis's strength, confirm the upper limit of his own body, and then formulate the next plan based on the feedback.
…
At the same time, far to the south was the magical kingdom of Dalaran.
Jaina was in a heated argument with her mentor, Antonius Das, regarding the spellplague.
"How many times have I said this!
If this plague was truly created by Kel'Thuzad with the help of necromancy, then it would be impossible to develop an antidote in such a short period of time.
Because in the field of psychic magic, there is no one else in the entire Dalaran who has gone further or conducted more in-depth research than him.
So give up unrealistic ideas. Things like magic cannot be achieved overnight.
You can't save the people of Stratholme, and neither can I."
The archmage held his forehead and reprimanded in a very stern tone.
"But how did the priests who believed in the God of Contract do it? They could obviously use herbs and a kind of magic to transform clean water into holy water.
All plague-infected people who drink the holy water will quickly improve and recover, as long as they are healthy and their symptoms are not particularly serious.
See, I have brought back the recipes for their potions and herbal drinks."
As she spoke, Jaina took out the parchment that Zuo Si had given her before she left from her pocket and placed it on the table.
Anthony Das took it and glanced at it subconsciously, then raised his eyebrows in surprise: "All new formulas?! This God of Contract seems to have something."
Jaina answered without hesitation: "Of course! I have personally seen those priests perform magic that they claim to be divine magic, each of which is unheard of and unseen. So I think as long as we ask them for help, we will definitely be able to quickly develop an antidote to cure the plague."
"The God of Contract, Soth...
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 naturally 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)
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