57: Good heavens! Rend Blackhand is chasing Prince Derek Proudmoore around with a blade! Isn't anyone going to do something?

"Is that the human fleet? So many ships! Are they reinforcements from Stormwind?"

Stormwind On the morning after the battle, at the north end of Westfall, near Great Lighthouse, Rend Blackhand put down Goblin Telescope in his hand, leaned on his sword a little nervously and said to his brother beside him:

"They seem to be docking near here, and the Battle Standard and Stormwind on those ships are different."

"It should be Kul Tiras."

The more cunning Maim Blackhand rubbed his chin and said:

"According to Goblin, only the human naval power Kul Tiras can assemble such a fleet to support Stormwind Kingdom at this time.

You are right, this number is a bit exaggerated. Our ships are not even a quarter of theirs, and the number of artillery guns on those ships is frightening. One round of firing would be enough to drown us.

I think, how about we retreat first?"

Blackhand brothers simultaneously looked at Varok Saurfang Warlord who could make up his mind.

This man is now their commander. He had previously received an order from Fenris Wolfbrother Chieftain to let Blacktooth Grin Clan attack Westfall. Who would have expected that they would encounter such a troublesome situation just after landing here before they could launch an attack on the local Moonbrook.

Once they are discovered by the Kul Tiras fleet in front of them, I am afraid that this newly established clan will only be destroyed.

"Don't panic, it's not that you can't fight."

Warlord Varok spent several minutes observing the fleet with a telescope. He squinted his eyes and said:

"That fleet came from Booty Bay. We all know that Magic Plague appeared in the port of Goblin, and humans can also be infected with Magic Plague, so don't be frightened by the fleet of Kul Tiras people! Those ships are now carrying a group of weak patients. Of course, their naval guns will not be infected with the plague, so don't expect to fight.

Before our shabby boat even got close, they would smash it into a pile of firewood floating on the sea.

But they must land here."

High Overseer thought for a moment, turned around and said to brother Blackhand:

"Maim, you take half of the tribe to Moonbrook and capture it according to the original plan! Rend, you take the rest of the people and follow me. We will find a place to hide, and wait until the Kul Tiras people land and camp to find an opportunity to attack them!

No one knows what the situation is over there at Stormwind. It would be best if Chieftain Fenris captured Stormwind.

But if he fails, then the grain-producing area Westfall is the core area of our long-term war with mankind, and must be controlled in our hands.

But there is something I want to tell you!"

Varok leaned on his battle ax and emphasized to Maim Blackhand:

"Moonbrook is not allowed to engage in massacre! Especially the local farmers must be protected by me, and soldiers and those weak Gnoll are not allowed to harass them."

"This is too difficult."

Maim said very painfully:

"Who can stop those guys when they get on top? Once the magic blood thing goes crazy, it won't recognize any relatives, and Gnoll is a bunch of beasts. Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

"That's fine too."

Varok waved his hand and said:

"Without the farmers, you and your Warriors will go farming!

If you can't grow enough food, just wait to be whipped. I heard that there are many mines in Westfall, which are rich in various ores and are important resources for forging armaments. When the time comes, you will not only have to farm but also mine, but I guess this won't be a problem for you.

Anyway, you are full of energy."

Maim Blackhand curled his lips and whispered:

"I will try my best to restrain them, but if humans resist violently, there is nothing I can do."

"I don't care what you do, but I want to see that there are enough farmers here to manage the fields. If we want to be stationed for a long time, we also need a fortress. If there are not enough humans to work, you can just chisel the rocks."

This is the bottom line!"

Warlord scolded:

"You two have been secretly thinking about how to recapture Blackrock Clan all day long. You have such a lofty ideal but you can't even choose good soldiers. I think this is what you two will do in your lifetime. We are both Blackrock Clan, so I will say a few more words.

Go away and do something."

Maim Blackhand didn't have the guts to provoke Warlord Varok, so he could only pick the soldiers with grumbling. However, he was careful this time and did not pick those who could fight best, but picked a group of the most obedient ones.

This scene made Warlord Varok nodded slightly, and then made a gesture to Rend Blackhand, indicating that he would follow her and prepare to transfer.

This place is too close to the coast now. Once discovered by Kul Tiras, a round of naval gunfire will destroy them.

On the other side, Kul Tiras First Fleet is turning on the sea. They can't go directly to the Stormwind port, and the city's appearance of black smoke in broad daylight is really suspicious. Derek Proudmoore thinks that maybe they may be late.

Maybe Stormwind has been captured by Green Skins.

"Immediately send a fast traffic ship to the port to check. Ahem, I want to get the news immediately."

The prince, who was coughing violently and looking haggard, issued the order, but when he saw the Warriors on the deck who were staggering around after being tortured by Magic Plague, Prince knew that even if Stormwind really needed support now, they would not be able to assemble a fighting force.

"Your Highness, we must dock immediately and use a small boat to send the Warriors to land. Their condition is no longer suitable for staying at sea."

Tidesages, who was still healthy on board the One, suggested with a worried face:

"Our Warrior needs supplementary nutrition, preferably some fruits, and they need clean fresh water, which can be found in Westfall. We need to set up a wounded camp immediately, and for the sake of war, we should not have frequent contact with the Stormwind Kingdom's Warrior.

Their current situation is bad enough. Once Magic Plague is infected on a large scale, there will be no need to fight this battle!"

"I know, just as you said."

Derek's head hurts now. Although this damn plague will not kill anyone, it makes him feel that his thinking is being damaged. It is difficult for him to maintain flexible thinking. The ship's doctor's treatment has no effect at all. Even the powerful naval officers have difficulty maintaining fighting status.

This was the result of him leaving Booty Bay, the most seriously injured batch of Warrior, to recuperate.

Magic Plague was like an indestructible shadow, shrouding the fleet and making the prince feel despair. After Tidesages conveyed the order to each warship, Prince Derek asked in his captain's room:

"King Llane sent messengers to send plague warnings to various countries, and also said that he had a cure for Magic Plague. What do you think?"

"Most likely you are lying!"

Tidesages Master Thomas Zelling narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"Although I don't want to speculate on a wise king with malicious thoughts, the fact is that most of the Stormwind Kingdom is now in need of support, and the spread of Magic Plague in various countries is a definite fact. In this case, claiming that they can come up with an antidote, whether the kings believe it or not, they must ensure that Stormwind Kingdom will not be destroyed by Green Skins.

But there is a small probability that it may be true.

We all heard about those "visitors from another world" in Booty Bay. They are now in the Stormwind Kingdom. Maybe they really have the antidote to Magic Plague. Do you still remember those healthy Goblin we met in Booty Bay?

They are recruiting troops in the name of Venture Company Trade Baron Grimla Fizzerclank, and they also claim that they can cure Magic Plague."

"Of course I remember, you were the one who stopped the sailors from asking for help from those arrogant Goblin."

Derek coughed and tried to stay awake, he said:

"Did you see the problems with Goblin?"

"Well, they have the aura of Fel on them. Although it is very weak, it is indeed related to the devil."

Master Tidesages shook his head and said:

"This is a terrible conspiracy, Your Highness.

The origin of Magic Plague is definitely inextricably linked to the devil. Those foreign monsters spread Magic Plague at this time to prepare for a larger-scale world invasion. I have received information from the tide in the past few days. Northern Borderlands has already appeared many "Doom Prophets".

They preach doomsday theories in places where the plague is rampant, and they also preach the dangerous statement that only embracing Fel Lord can cure the plague.

What's even more frightening is that they can really do this. Southshore's Tide records that infected people who drink strange potions will soon recover. Do you know what this means?"

"Just tell me your conclusion, Master. My head hurts just thinking about it now."

Derek Prince sighed and said something. Tidesages Master sighed and said:

"Northern Borderlands is going to be in chaos, Your Highness! Although it is very difficult for Stormwind to encounter the invasion of Green Skins now, I can guarantee that once those doomsday cults become the climate, the situation at Northern Borderlands will definitely be ten times more chaotic than Southern Borderlands!

I can predict that by then, Northern Borderlands will have many people fleeing to the Stormwind Kingdom! And if King Llane really has a cure for Magic Plague, then"

He did not continue, but there was no need to continue.

Derek is an elite who has received royal education since childhood. He immediately thought of Stormwind, a person with a special status.

Anduin Lothar!

The last descendant of Emperor Human Empire.

Once Master Zelin's prophecy is true, if Lothar really has a "wrong mind", I am afraid that Arathor Second Empire will be established and rise faster in this precarious moment than all the kings predicted.

"It can't be stopped anymore."

The prince shook his head and said:

"If we can't block Magic Plague, we can't prevent this from happening. We must tell Father King immediately and let him prepare early. We must. Ahem, ah."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt himself spinning violently as he coughed violently.

In the exclamation of Master Zelin, Prince fell to the ground, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Come quickly! Send His Highness Derek to the shore immediately! Ah, curse this damn Magic Plague!"

Derek It was already evening when I woke up again.

He struggled to open his eyes in his tent, and then a heartbreaking cough made him want to pick up the water glass, but then a bowl of water with the taste of herbs was handed to his mouth.

The weak prince took a few sips and miraculously felt a warmth dispelling the chill in his body. He felt better. When he turned around, he found a person sitting next to him who shocked him.

"Sister! Why are you here? Am I dreaming?"

He looked at the expressionless Half Elf Paladin Finna Goldsword sitting next to him in surprise. The latter snorted and did not answer but let his half-brother drink the medicinal soup in his hand first.

She said:

"This is the medicinal soup prepared by Cenarius Order's "Riddler" Archdruid. It is said that it can stimulate your Life Force and allow you to temporarily resist the weakness of Magic Plague, but it cannot cure you, so you will have to endure it next.

Don't ask me why I'm here, it has nothing to do with you and Daelin!

I just can't bear to see a fool like you die here in such a daze."

"But there are battle scars and blood stains on your armor, and the bloodshot eyes in your eyes mean that you are tired and haven't had a good rest."

Prince looked at his eldest sister and whispered:

"So, you fought at Stormwind before? How was the situation there? Was Green Skins repelled?"

"We won, but the city was destroyed."

Fina brushed his long golden hair and sighed:

"A truly tragic victory. Even King Llane was attacked by the Orcs assassin and fell unconscious. But with Holy Light's blessing, the kingdom will not be destroyed, well, not yet."

"King Llane was assassinated? What about the Magic Plague antidote he promised?"

The prince sat up with a start, then lay down weakly.

He looked at his sister and said hoarsely:

"You are a relative, and I will not hide the situation in my hometown from you. Damn Magic Plague has spread in Kul Tiras!

According to the reminder of the alien Saint, we took back his disciples. My father also went to the Drustvar mountainous area in person. He brought back the ancient Drust Druids people, but those half-giants There is no good solution for Magic Plague. They can only cooperate with the alien Shaman to continuously make decoctions to ensure that the plague will not degrade the people's minds, but they cannot protect their increasingly weak bodies.

We need that antidote!"

"I'm not a Kul Tiras person! I don't want to have anything to do with you in this life, why are you telling me this?"

Fina pinched his brother's mouth fiercely and poured all the medicinal soup in.

But seeing her brother being tortured to the point of haggard by Magic Plague, she couldn't bear it and whispered:

"The antidote is real, but it is not in the hands of the king, but in another world. Don't worry, that Saint is trying to contact the Sprigganss over there at Draenor. If we are lucky, we will get help within half a month.

You stay here and don't run around until your plague is cured."

While the siblings were talking, the curtain of the tent was pushed open, and Orcs Shaman Gaiara walked in and said to Finna Goldsword carelessly:

"These humans are very weak, with the exact same symptoms as Magic Plague infection. The good news is that they have not started to degenerate yet, the bad news is that they are almost there. Many sailors' intelligence has been damaged. If they are not treated, even if they are cured, they will be drooling for the rest of their lives."

"Orcs!"

Prince Derek shouted and reached out to pick up the dwarf handgun beside him, but was slapped on the hand by the eldest sister.

"Are you blind? I have brown skin!"

Fina scolded:

"This is our good Orcs, which is different from those bad Green Skins."

"Hey, I've long been accustomed to humans judging people by their appearance."

Gaiara sneered, and then said in surprise:

"But are you sure this guy is your brother? Why doesn't he have pointed ears?"

"This is about my mother who likes to drink and has a very strange aesthetic."

Finna Goldsword sighed, with a look of regret on her face that made people nervous, but before she could start to talk about the embarrassing incident of "Gina Goldsword Grand Magus drunkenly hanged Kael'thas and accidentally slept with the pure prince of human beings", she heard a low horn sound from outside the camp.

Fina, who played with Stormwind and Green Skins, immediately drew out her battle sword, and Gaiara even drew out the legendary weapon Disintegration Staff that she had just obtained behind her. She shouted:

"No! It's Green Skins! This camp is full of wounded people, there's no way to stop them! Fina, take your brother away quickly! I summon the elements to hold them back."

"Get up!"

Fina carried her weak brother behind her as soon as she exerted her strength. When she rushed out of the tent, she saw the Orcss rushing into the camp under the cover of the wolves and killing everyone.

How could the sailors infected by the plague be the opponents of this group of tiger-like and wolf-like Orcs? A large group of them were knocked down in one encounter, but Fina keenly noticed that these Orcs were holding blunt weapons in their hands.

these bastards

Are they taking prisoners?

"Please give me some strength!"

Rend Blackhand's loud voice echoed in the dusk and night:

"Catch them alive! If too many die, you'll have to go till the land and cut rocks."

Before she finished speaking, a strong wind blew around the camp. The flying sand and rocks made everyone dizzy for a while. Fina held Phoenix Battle Sword and fought her way out. As a result, such a dazzling performance among a group of patients quickly caused her trouble.

She was targeted by Varok Saurfang.

"Go quickly! You are no match for him!"

Gaiara saw that Fina was about to stop fighting the powerful Orcs Warlord. She jumped anxiously, but the next second Derek was thrown over and landed right behind Gaiara's Dire Wolf.

"Take him away!"

Fina turned around with her sword and killed Holy Light Gleam. She shouted:

"If we can't stop this guy, we can't leave. Please ask Stormwind for help."

Gaiara knew that this was also the case, so he broke out with the weak Derek and wanted to use Astral Teleportation to bring the two of them back. Stormwind unexpectedly flashed a sword in front of them.

Rend Blackhand jumped out with a ferocious smile and said loudly:

"Look who this is? Isn't this Great Prophet from Mag'har? Why are you in such a mess? Traitor!"

"Hey, hold on."

Gaiara herself was not injured, but Derek was stabbed by Blackhand. The blood flowed out from the back and looked extremely miserable. Facing the approaching Rend Blackhand, Frostwolf Daughter was not afraid. She could easily hit Warrior with one Shaman.

But before the war started, Gaiara sent a message in the language of elements.

"Griselda, I found your brother. He is near Westfall Long Beach. Come quickly and bring Dark Hand! It's time to claim your absolute inheritance rights to the Blackrock Clan."