(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [2/5])
"The "Magic Plague" you mentioned has a high fatality rate?"
In Stormwind Cathedral, in the evening, Archbishop Alonsus Faol, who had completed an unprecedented grand sermon amidst the very warm welcome of local believers, just wanted to rest for a while when he was invited by the king to a reception room. At this time, the Archbishop, who was still middle-aged and in the prime of his life, opened the door and saw that almost all the top officials of the kingdom were there.
And they were discussing a word that Bishop Fao had never heard before.
After realizing that this was a "plague" and that it had begun to spread in the port area of Northern Borderlands, the Archbishop immediately asked a question.
"Contrary to your concerns, Archbishop Faol."
Diakum explained to Fao in a gentle tone towards a fellow believer:
"Magic Plague has almost no lethality. Instead, it has unimaginable communicability. Its principle is a kind of Plague Spores formed by twisting Life Force. It cannot be seen with the naked eye. Only Life Walker and Voidwalkers can We can feel more keenly that when we were fighting Felblood Orcs at Draenor, the evil Warlock of War Horde unleashed the VanCleef surrounding Magic Plague on my people and allies.
That epidemic infected almost half of the world in a short period of time, causing us misery."
"Not lethal."
Fao is also a well-informed archbishop. He also dealt with plague diseases in the Stratholme area when he was young. At this time, he did not feel relieved because of the low mortality rate. On the contrary, the archbishop, who was kind-hearted but not lacking in action skills, frowned and said:
"That means that Magic Plague tortures life in other ways?"
"Yes, it is almost impossible to cure without a suitable method. Even patients who survive will not produce curing antibodies. A person can be infected repeatedly and will degenerate every time he is infected."
Archbishop Nali said with a heavy tone:
"I don't yet know the degenerative symptoms of humans infected by Magic Plague, but my people will become physically and mentally broken as a result.
This is a very vicious disease!
It will not cause too many deaths, but it will seriously weaken the strength and potential of Azeroth people, leaving you with almost no power to fight back when facing the invasion of demons. It is a plague weapon specially developed by the Polluter Cenarius for Azeroth's war.
Combined with what I saw with my own eyes in Northern Borderlands, the high-frequency activities of demons mean that Burning Legion's preparations for war in this world are almost complete. Once Magic Plague sweeps the world, and once the power of this world is weakened to a certain extent, you will have to face the "trial" of the demons."
"As far as I know, humans are not the first group to be infected by Magic Plague. In Kalimdor on the other side of the Endless Sea, Kaldorei elves and Goblin have already been infected. One of my constituents is dealing with this problem there."
Dick said seriously:
"But Magic Plague's infection speed is extraordinary. Even if only port cities are infected, we must not take it lightly. According to the K'ure Alliance's experience, it will spread to the entire continent within a month at most."
"In other words, even if Northern Borderlands countries want to send troops, we can't accept it."
Lothar said with a heavy tone:
"Based on the current situation of the Stormwind Kingdom, if Magic Plague is rampant again, the situation will only become more difficult. So Diakum the Saint, is there a solution to this epidemic?"
"Yes, and there are three types."
Dick and Neri looked at each other, and the archbishop showed Draenor Divine Ring on her finger. She said:
"Magic Plague is a disease derived from the unique Life Force in the world of Draenor. Therefore, the Healer's Ring in the divine ring sequence created by World Power can effectively curb the spread of Plague Spores.
But it cannot be eradicated in this world, because the power of Draenor can only act on the hometown.
The second method is to invite Forest Sprite Tree Shepherd in the K'ure Alliance to come to Azeroth.
Spriggans are the dependents of wild life. They have been given new talents by World Tree and can control this kind of Plague Spores. Although Magic Plague is an alienated variant of Fel, it can still be dispelled by Spriggans."
"But the two worlds are separated by a sea of stars. Your followers also said that the current fan Dark Portal cannot operate well at all."
King Llane rubbed his forehead and said:
"What is the third method?"
"Felblood Orcs is immune to the effects of Magic Plague because they drank Fel."
Dick said coldly to everyone around him:
"Embrace Fel, become a half-demon or a Fel walker, and you will naturally heal without medicine."
"Hiss."
Everyone in the entire reception room took a breath of air.
Everyone here is a leader, and they can certainly appreciate the terrifying meaning of this sentence.
No wonder that Greater Demon wants to throw plague at Azeroth. In addition to weakening us, he also plans to use this thing to "recruit troops"!
"No! Absolutely not!"
Archbishop Faol immediately stood up, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, and shouted sharply:
"This is simply blasphemy! This news must be blocked. The blind fear of the people in despair will be exploited, and then the entire Northern Borderlands will be in flames! The devil's servants will be spread across the entire continent, at that time. At that time."
"Can't stop it, can't block it, Archbishop Faol."
Lothar shook his head and said:
"The devil has taken root in Northern Borderlands. I heard that the fanatical Duke Mograine alone has hacked to death at least three devils during this period. What is the purpose of lurking at this density? Don't you understand?"
That Polluter Greater Demon hit a combo!
It ambushes demons among us in advance just to wait for Magic Plague to break out. It is a vicious plan. Once Magic Plague spreads, a cult of devil worshipers will inevitably be established. You simply cannot resist such a counterattack.
The appearance of those the Fallen is a foregone conclusion."
"Holy Light is on top!"
Archbishop Faol sat back on the chair slumped.
Before arriving at Stormwind, the most he saw in human society was division, disunity, and spiritual decay. But after only staying here for a day, he suddenly discovered that the world he lived in was actually already in danger, as if he had been walking on frozen ice.
The fact that I didn't fall into the water wasn't because the danger didn't exist, it was just good luck.
"Is this the terrorist threat Medivh saw?"
Llane rubbed the corners of his eyes.
Against the backdrop of the warm flames of the fireplace, he whispered:
"No wonder he wants to use such extreme methods to promote unity. Unfortunately, even he is a step too late."
The people in the room fell silent, and General Alleria Windrunner, who had been "eavesdropping" on the conversation in the next room, also changed his face drastically. She gestured to her three daughters, who were also shocked, to record the information immediately and send it back to Quel'Thalas. Then she gestured to the armored warrior sitting at the table drinking tea.
"Let's go there!"
Ranger General said in a short tone:
"Now is no longer the time to hide behind humans and take advantage. If this wave is not handled well, everyone will fall over. Humans have never fought against demons, but our ancestors have experienced War of the Ancients. We must come up with a plan immediately."
"The plan? The plan is in the hands of that alien Saint."
Ms. Half Elf, who had covered herself tightly with armor, stood up, picked up her Phoenix Twin Blades, and said in a casual tone:
"That Saint is very cunning. He has always controlled the rhythm of the conversation, first exaggerating fear and then announcing the plan. He is not like a Holy Light Follower, but like Sangunar Family's Shadow Walker, who plans and then moves.
I'm just not sure why he wants to help us right now
You know, sister-in-law, I don't believe there is love without reason in this world."
"Calling your job title when working!"
General Lirath scolded in a low voice:
"This is outside, not at home."
"Oh, okay, Ranger General! Farstriders Commando Force Colonel Danielle Nathrezim will obey your orders."
The two knocked on the door and then walked into the room with a human welcome.
No one here was surprised that they were eavesdropping. In fact, if they didn't want the elves to hear the conversation, they wouldn't have placed them next door.
Politics is in details like this.
"Please stop beating around the bush, Diakum the Saint."
General Lirath said directly:
"Since you took the initiative to point out the threat of Magic Plague, it means that you already have a strategy to break the situation. You Eredar have both defeated Felblood Orcs and severely damaged Burning Legion. Your experience is definitely worth learning from.
So tell me, how do you want us to cooperate?"
Everyone looked at Diakum, and Saint didn't show off any more, he said:
"First of all, I have to go to Tomb of Sargeras to get the artifact staff that allows us to travel freely between the two worlds, so that I can bring over some Spriggans and Healing God Ring holders, and at least build a "sanctuary" for Stormwind that is not affected by Magic Plague.
This place will become a beacon of faith in war-torn times.
All individuals in the Eastern Continent who are unwilling to be tortured and do not want to hold any political views, no matter what kind of persistence they have, will gather here, gather under the same banner, and under the leadership of the same voice, fight for survival."
Diakum glanced at Lothar.
The latter moved his shoulders uncomfortably, and heard a sneer. He looked back and found that the armored warrior brought by Lirath was leaning against the wall, folding his arms, as if laughing at him.
What's wrong with this elf?
Lothar complained in his heart.
But no one pays attention to this small detail, they are all listening to Diakum's plan.
"Secondly, while Green Skin War lasts, an elite Warrior must go to Northern Borderlands to find the <Book of Medivh> that is said to be scattered in Alterac."
Vigilant said:
"That book records the correct construction of Dark Portal and the method of driving it. We must have that door to truly connect Azeroth and Draenor, bringing the power of the two worlds together to resist the common enemy.
In this way, Spriggans can reach Azeroth on a large scale and eliminate the influence of Magic Plague for people infected with the epidemic everywhere.
And we have to be quick!
We must do this before Polluter's local "leading party" takes shape, otherwise once the devil worshipers gain the upper hand, everyone will face a very difficult situation.
Finally, and most importantly."
In human form, he stood up and said to Lothar and King Llane:
"You have to win this battle!
And it must be fast! We must defeat Green Skins's attack before Magic Plague attacks, and at least retain Stormwind. This city must become a "fulcrum", otherwise our plan, no matter how good it is, will have no possibility of realization.
I will stay here to assist you, but Lady Aegwynn may open Tomb of Sargeras's seal at any time. At that time, I cannot delay and must rush over.
Then, you'll have to rely on yourselves."
Diakum paused, and then said in a more serious tone:
"I once fought against fate on my own and achieved a less-than-perfect victory, but when I thought about it in the light and shadow, I found that this was not the best way to change fate.
You are the carriers of destiny, I cannot replace you.
If a certain node must be reached in order to smoothly reverse the cruel trend of fate, then you must persevere under its scouring until that node arrives, and only then can I provide you with the final swift and fierce assist to completely shake your destiny.
That is the trial it gives you, and I cannot replace it.
This is your war after all."
"Burn all the supplies in these warehouses! We have no time to take them away. Wolf Rider from Orcs will be here at any time."
In the Eastvale area of Elwynn Forest, after the fall of the Redridge Mountains, this quiet and beautiful place that was once regarded as a "resort" by the civilians and nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom also became a frontline.
Duke Bolvar Fordragon, who is leading the troops stationed here, is directing the Warriors to carry out the final processing of Eastvale Logging Camp's supplies.
They set up a defense line by the river near Tower of Azora, which was the most suitable area for combat that Elwynn Forest could find with flat terrain, but there was another area near Lumber Mill There are also some Warriors stationed there, and a the One and a Gryphon Rider in the hands of Duke Bolvar are also deployed there.
Once Orcs attacks, Gryphon Riders will immediately take off to carry out bombing.
"Grand Duke, do you really want to burn them all?"
Major Martin, the subordinate of Duke Bolvar, said unbearably:
"Several nearby farms have been destroyed. When the farmers were forced to evacuate, they had tears in their eyes. They blamed us and said that it was not Orcs that ruined their lives but us. I know these were their angry words, but..."
"This is an order from Marshal Lothar! We cannot leave any supplies for Orcs."
Grand Duke is also a skilled commander with bows and horses. Although he has less battlefield experience, he is not inexperienced in war. He very much recognizes Lothar's strategy.
He was riding on his war horse and explained to his subordinates:
"Our alien allies told us that Orcs is not engaged in production and is a nomadic clan. They can only rely on plundering to fight! If they can't grab anything, they can starve to death without us even needing to resist.
What we have done in recent days is for this strategic purpose, Major, we want to ensure that Orcs cannot get even a grain of food from Elwynn Forest!"
"And we have Westfall"
Major Martin said thoughtfully:
"As long as we guard Stormwind and the big granary, Orcs will be trapped and die in Elwynn Forest and Redridge Mountains."
"Yes, it's a crude but useful strategy. Do you expect those destroyers to farm on their own? If they could learn to farm, they wouldn't be driven from their world to us."
Grand Duke sneered and shouted to the surrounding soldiers who were listening:
"Don't be afraid of Green Skins, Warrior! They are just a group of losers. K'ure Alliance's alien Warrior can defeat them, so can we!"
"Whoosh"
A ray of fire shot into the sky from a distance, and then exploded into a ball of fireworks. Grand Duke immediately put on his battle helmet and shouted to Warrior:
"Green Skins is here, Warriors! Pull back to the riverside defense line and let this become the place of death for Green Skins!"
"As you command!"
The Warriors followed Grand Duke back to their defense line with great momentum. Soon Gryphon Rider flew from the front sentry tower. The knight riding the Gryphon beast landed on the ground, ran a few steps quickly and shouted to Grand Duke:
"Duke, it's not Orcs! It's Gnoll! The Darkhide Gnolls of the Redridge Mountains have surrendered to Orcs. They are being led by Wolf Rider to attack us. The number is quite amazing."
"What? Gnoll?"
Grand Duke was stunned for a moment, and was about to mock these beasts for their shamelessness, but then suddenly thought of a terrifying fact.
Gnoll is the generational hidden danger of the Stormwind Kingdom. But not only Redridge Mountains has a large number of Gnoll, but also Elwynn Forest. Even Westfall has a huge Gnoll Horde.
In the era before the arrival of Orcs, these beasts were mankind's most troublesome enemies.
But if all Gnoll of the Redridge Mountains are absorbed by Orcs, then the beasts of Elwynn Forest
"No, Goldshire is in danger!"
Bolvar grabbed Gryphon Rider's wrist and shouted to him:
"You immediately fly to Goldshire and let the defenders there prepare to meet the enemy! At the same time, notify Marshal Lothar and ask him to immediately send more troops to Westfall. Gnoll of the Riverpaw Clan will become the sharp knife that Green Skins Orcs inserts into our hearts."
"Duke, look! Stone Cairn Lake There is movement over there."
Major Martin shouted.
Grand Duke grabbed the telescope and looked at the flank of his defense line. Under the darkness of night, along the river Stone Cairn Lake, a small but very dense force was coming towards him.
Those guys are running.
They hold rough weapons and wear worn-out leather armor. Their humanoid bodies have a ferocious jackal head on top, and they also make weird howls while running.
Gnoll.
Gnoll who shouted "Black Wolf God is on top".
Grand Duke's palms were sweating.
The defense line he personally supervised is very strong, and the soldiers are very brave. He is confident that even if he faces the attack of Orcs Wolf Rider, he will definitely be able to hold on until Tower of Azora mages come to help, but if it is a two-line attack.
"The knight follows me forward and defeat the flanks first! Martin, you hold the line of defense and I will rush back in time."
Bolvar Fordragon pulled down the visor of his battle helmet and rode forward. He could imagine that tonight would be an absolutely fierce battle, but the Fordragon family had served Wrynn Royal Family for generations. He was also born and grew up here.
If he must be loyal to this land and his king, then he hopes he can face death without fear.
Holy Light ah!
Please bless this country and this land.