The world was changing too quickly. The people of Lordaeron might never understand it—not even their king, Terenas...
Originally, Lordaeron had paid an enormous price to secure such a favorable position in its fight against the Plague. They had destroyed the Cult of the Damned and Scholomance, and seemed likely to keep the Undead trapped in the Western Plaguelands before slowly wiping them out with enough time. Yet in the blink of an eye, everything had changed?
It had only been a few short days...
It was as if the world had completely transformed overnight. Vast areas of Tirisfal Glades—Whispering Shore, Agamand Mills, the North Coast, Brightwater Lake, Brill, and Vanemar Village, all deep within Lordaeron and far from the Undead Plague—had actually fallen?
Before anyone could react or respond, countless people of Lordaeron and the local guards had fallen beneath the Undead's blades and terrifyingly poisonous Plague. Soon afterward, they had risen again, becoming the vanguard of the Undead's counterattack against Lordaeron and turning even more people into new Undead!
Although Lordaeron City and King Terenas had received accurate news immediately and had taken some action almost that very night, unfortunately, the armies they dispatched and the messengers they sent to warn the various regions still could not stop the spread of the terrible Plague or the advance of the Undead army.
By the time King Terenas, Uther, and the other high-ranking nobles of Lordaeron recognized the truth and had no choice but to recall the troops stationed at the Undead Bulwark, recently built at the mountain pass southeast of Balenir Farm to prevent the Plague from spreading, the situation had already become irreparable.
Because,
That night, the forces that had returned in "triumph" from Northrend alongside Prince Arthas had not consisted merely of a few pitiful Lordaeron medium