Chapter 413 Plague (End)

Arthas and his soldiers retreated. Until now, Arthas still couldn't accept the villagers' appearance. What happened to make them become like that?

"I... I've heard of that thing." Jaina swallowed her saliva. Everyone looked at her. Jaina, who had just experienced the battle, was now smoked black, which was very funny. But no one was in the mood to care about that now. Everyone was waiting for Jaina's next words. Jaina let

the sweat draw marks on her forehead and said slowly: "Their name is undead."

"Oh my Holy Light!" Captain Falric of Alsas was shocked. "Do the undead really exist? I thought it was something to scare children."

Jaina shook her head and continued, "They should be real. I have heard about these things in books and from older wizards..."

Jaina paused suddenly, and a nauseous feeling suddenly spread throughout her body. She forced herself not to vomit, and gasped a few times before continuing, "The appearance of the undead depends entirely on his state before his death. If there is resentment towards death, the dead sometimes cannot rest in peace. Then in It has become what it is now under the blessing of black magic. I can now be sure that there are traces of Buddhism here. There are not many wizards who know how to control the undead, but I happen to know one. These corpses controlled by powerful necromancers are not just my simple endorsement, they have also appeared in actual battles. In the first war, orcs were able to control skeletons, and there were death knights in the second war. These are all examples we have seen. "

Alsas looked at Jaina with great admiration. For the first time, he felt that Jaina's knowledge was so profound. Jaina's words also restored Alsas's soldiers to their senses, and some even made jokes.

"The undead can also be killed!"

"That's right, look at what we just did, we let them die again!"

Jaina gave Arthas a look, and Arthas followed him.

"Your mentor was right to send you here, this is indeed caused by magic, this should be necromancy."

Jaina nodded, and then whispered: "Arthas, just a small village that is not marked on the map has such a scene, those major villages may be even worse."

"You are right." Arthas shook his head with some regret, and they returned to the team without any clue.

"Wait!" Jaina suddenly shouted, and then squatted on the ground looking at something.

"What are you looking at?" Arthas came to her side. Jaina pointed, and he looked in the direction. "The ground?"

She shook her head and replied, "No... the surrounding land. Look carefully."

Jaina knelt down and picked up a handful of dry soil and dead grass. She examined it carefully, turning over a small dead insect with six legs curled up. Then Jaina let the dry soil slip through her fingers, and the powdery soil turned into a puff of gray mist in the breeze.

"The land around this granary seems to be... dying."

Arthas's eyes moved from her hand to the ground, realizing that she was absolutely right. A few meters away, the grass was green and fresh, and the soil was still rich and fertile. However, under their feet, the whole land was as dead as deep winter. No, it cannot be described like that. Winter is the season for the soil to rest and recuperate, and it is also full of vitality. Winter welcomes the awakening of spring at any time and place. But there is not a single living creature here, even the cockroaches are dead with their heads facing up.

He narrowed his lake green eyes, stared at the ground and asked, "What could have caused this?"

"I'm not sure yet. This is very similar to the situation of the Dark Portal and the Cursed Land. When the Dark Portal was opened, the demonic energy that destroyed the ecology of Draenor overflowed into Azeroth, making the land around the Dark Portal..."

"Dead." Arthas finished her words, and an idea suddenly came to her mind. "Jaina... could it be that this place itself is contaminated by the plague? Carrying this... this kind of demonic energy?"

She widened her eyes. "I hope not. Let's look for something else."

Jaina and Arthas searched everywhere, and then found a box with the seal of Andorhal in the granary. Andorhal is the distribution center of the northern region. If these grains can spread the plague, countless villages will be infected.

Jaina obviously thought of this. She was pale and powerless. How many lives would be lost! The guy who created this incident is so hateful. Arthas looked at her hand, which was stained with dust from the desolate land. Fear immediately spread to Arthas' heart. He immediately grabbed Jaina's hand, closed his eyes and prayed in a low voice. The warm holy light filled Arthas' body and was transmitted to her through his gloved hands. Jaina looked at him in confusion for a moment, then glanced at the hand he was holding. Her eyes suddenly widened in horror, realizing that she had just escaped death.

"Thank you." She said softly.

Arthas gave her a forced smile, then shouted to his men: "Gloves! Everyone in this area must wear gloves! No mistakes!"

After hearing this, Falric immediately checked everyone's hands. Fortunately, most people were wearing military gloves because they were wearing full body armor.

After a simple rest, they had already clarified their mission, which was to destroy more granaries and all the infected food. On their way to Andorhal, two priests selected by Selena met up with Arthas and his men. And because of the limitations of the Alsas map, the two priests also pointed out the "road" for them, allowing them to walk towards the place Richard wanted them to go.

After they walked away, Richard and Selena came to the village they passed by. The air was still filled with a foul stench, the smell of rotting and charred corpses. Richard simply blocked his sense of smell, and then looked at the ground with Selena.

"Can you purify it?"

Selena closed her eyes and inserted the staff into the ground, then silently recited the spell. After a long time, there was a little change on the ground.

"Huh..." Selena panted loudly and said, "Yes, but it's very strenuous."

Richard nodded: "That is to say, the Holy Light is indeed useful for the undead. In this case, you can go into the area where you can purify more. This is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the church."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Richard nodded, then disappeared on the spot...