Scourge Aftermath

"Terrible news! Festergut, whom I made, just died!"

Icecrown Citadel, Scourge factory district.

As Festergut let out a piercing shriek and its shattered body crashed to the ground, Professor Putricide, who had been secretly observing from behind the viewing port above the hall, immediately began shouting.

The entire Northern Expeditionary Alliance had long since become numb to this utterly chatty and long-winded Scourge professor. No one could be bothered to pay attention to his self-directed nonsense.

"Wonderful news! He left behind a great deal of ooze!"

"Wait, you're going to kill my Rotface too? Ah, Rotface, you're my favorite, second only to Festergut. I hope you can hold on a little longer. If you die too, remember to open the gate."

"Two oozes in one room... there will be endless surprises!"

"Ah... I actually possess such outstanding poetic talent."

Well, no one paid him any attention as usual. The alliance's main force had already left Festergut's hall and hurried toward the other side of the Scourge factory, preparing to take down the other Scourge Giant, Rotface.

Professor Putricide was deeply hurt. Professor Putricide wanted to chat with the alliance brothers, but the alliance brothers were unwilling to shoot the breeze with him.

On the Northern Expeditionary Alliance's side, Grand Lord Tirion Fording had originally intended to blast open the gate leading to Professor Putricide's laboratory and kill the Scourge Legion's chief scientist directly. However, a series of subsequent events forced him to abandon that plan.

Someone had spared Professor Putricide, on the grounds that he was a rare high-tech talent. Thus, he had been forcibly removed from the must-kill blacklist.

If it had been anyone else, Tirion would have sternly refused and thrown that person out long ago.

But the one who had spared Professor Putricide was Sarodar, the Titan