A mysterious sect named Cult of the Damned quietly emerged in Eastern Kingdoms. The members of this organization are all dressed in black robes, with two inverted cone-shaped black eyeshadows painted under their eyes. These people preached that if they believed in their master, they would gain eternal life and receive great power. Coupled with the spiritual whisper of Lich King, many powerful people responded and joined Cult of the Damned.
Their old nest is located in Caer Darrow within Lordaeron. This is an island in the middle of a lake with only a stone bridge connected to the outside world. This is also the fiefdom of Barov family, the original most powerful nobleman of Kingdom of Alterac, and is their core city. Now Barov family has all joined Cult of the Damned, and naturally they have contributed to this city with respect. In the center of the city is the large castle of Barov family, now called Scholomance, where all the high-level officials of Cult of the Damned gather.
Cult of the Damned's scope of influence swept across the entire Eastern Kingdoms, but it was blocked for the first time when it extended its tentacles into the Alliance's Stormwind Kingdom in the south.
Crusaders of the Truth didn't care, and directly launched a large-scale manhunt in the entire Alliance. In line with the oracle issued by Divine Venerable: Anyone who reports a cursed cultist can receive a reward of ten gold coins. The higher the level, the higher the reward! Whoever is lucky enough to catch Kel'Thuzad, I will make you a noble directly!
So Alliance in the south became the cemetery of Cult of the Damned, where their missionaries were caught in the vast sea of people's war. Especially in Stormwind City, people are looking around with red eyes for the cursed believers and those who dare to protect them. Crusaders were walking around the streets, and from time to time they would be stopped by some residents furtively, who would then drag them to the suspicious places they discovered.
Northern Alliance also mocked this: They said it was barbaric for the Alliance in the South to restrict people's freedom of belief. This is to achieve his barbaric purpose in the name of God of Magic!
King Llane looked sad about this and shouted injustice, wasn't it my fault? What in the name of God of Magic... It was obviously ordered by the gods themselves! You don't dare to offend the gods, so why don't you make fun of me?
However, the South Alliance very unusually did not respond. Instead, it began to desperately hoard large quantities of food and cut off all trade with the North regarding food and water sources.
The dwarf Ironforge and the dwarf who had just taken back their own city Gnomeregan, of course followed immediately. As Stormwind Kingdom's die-hard friends, their diplomatic strategies all advance and retreat with Stormwind City.
The Wildhammer Dwarvess of Aerie Peak are even more fierce. They not only cut off all trade with the Northern Alliance, but also began to build large-scale checkpoints and fortresses on various arteries leading to the outside world in the Hinterlands area, as if they wanted to turn the entire Hinterlands area into an iron barrel. To this end, they also applied for a large interest-free loan and engineering team from the Alliance's largest local wealthy dog owner Night Elves to build a fortress group and purchase the dwarf Steam-powered Armor.
Night Elves, the big dog owner, approved the loan application very readily, as if he was racing against something. Within a few days, the engineering team came to Hinterlands to assist Wildhammer Dwarves in starting the construction.
Quel'Thalas also smelled something amiss, although Silvermoon Royal Court strongly suspected that this was a bad move by Night Elves who wanted to annex them again. But now the entire Alliance is desperately preparing. After much thought, Sun King decided to reinforce the Quel'Thalas high wall and doubled the number of Rune Stone at the border. As for the food trade with the Northern Alliance, it is a trivial matter and has been stopped immediately.
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Soon, Northern Alliance countries who were full of doubts about this knew the reason.
Lordaeron is the second largest city, in the areas surrounding Stratholme City, and in various small towns.
A strange plague is spreading, and infected humans will go from illness to death in a very rapid process. But what's even more terrifying is that these dead humans are not the end. They stand up again and become rotten zombies or skeletons. The number of these Undead is increasing rapidly. Now, except for Stratholme who have closed the city gate, the entire area has become Plaguelands.
Arthas Prince was in great pain. He watched his people die tragically, and then the disgusting Undead stood up again and began to attack any living person crazily. But there is nothing he can do, his Holy Light cannot save everyone!
Together with his teacher Uther*Lightbringer and mage Jaina, he led an army and marched on this Plaguelands, trying in vain to clear out these inexhaustible Undead.
Now he has learned that the former Archmage Kel'Thuzad and his Cult of the Damned are the culprits of all this! After a period of hiding and lurking, they finally tore off the mask of disguise and began their plan. Carloads of plague-infected grain were transported everywhere, and plague seeds were dropped into water sources everywhere. They do want to give people eternal life, but in the form of Undead!
But Kel'Thuzad did not run away, he seemed to be waiting for his death. When Arthas inserted the sword into his chest with anger, he smiled.
"Arthas Prince, your destiny is about to begin. I will wait for the moment you summon me again." The former Archmage fell down with a smile. His last words made Arthas feel deeply confused and uneasy.
What followed was a long period of running and eradicating.
Lordaeron's people are dying and falling.
Arthas desperately wants to save more people.
He rescued a small group of surviving villagers in a small village. A little boy named Timmy looked at his Prince with reverence. He asked, "Prince Your Highness, will you always protect us?"
Arthas showed a relieved and happy smile, and he knelt down and touched Timmy's head. "Of course, I will always protect my people."
In another small village named Darrowshire in the distance, it is already a ruins with no survivors.
In the dilapidated house, a bright ghost suddenly appeared at this moment. She seemed unable to see her body that was still warm, and she did not understand the mysterious voice in her mind. Lich King's control had no effect on her.
Pamela With a puzzled look on her face, she walked out of the house and looked at the ruined village around her. Where have everyone gone? Where are your parents? besides... Where is my doll?
Suddenly, a group of terrifying monsters ran from a distance. Pamela immediately hid in the house in fear and huddled in a dark corner, shivering.
Ghouls wandered around aimlessly and found no aura of the living. They roared in disappointment for a while and then left again.
Someone come and save me!
Pamela was so filled with fear that she didn't realize that she could no longer shed tears.
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