"Lord of Ulan City, we are willing to become your subjects."
Those who understood the times were wise. Bishop Syndra had already warned them that Ulan City's Skeleton Legion was powerful, and rising up against it would end badly.
They couldn't give up Ulan Gobi, but they were no match for the Skeleton Legion and couldn't stop Ulan City from annexing the Gobi.
After witnessing the Lord of Ulan City's power to transform the Gobi into a land of plenty, the tribes of the Frozen Tundra followed Bishop Syndra's advice. They pledged allegiance to Medivh and moved their entire people.
"You're going to live well from now on. Leaving your ancestors behind in this bitterly cold land is simply wrong!"
After accepting the Frozen Tundra tribes' allegiance, Medivh sent the Skeleton Legion to help them move.
For a migration to be complete, it wasn't enough to move the living. Their ancestors, who had been dead for many years, had to be moved as well.
"May our ancestors be with us!"
The Frozen Tundra tribes didn't stop the skeletons from digging up graves. They helped the Archaeology Team excavate their ancestors, frozen solid, and transport them to the Graveyard District in Ulan City for burial.
Even if Bone Spirits weren't undead skeletons, didn't they still need to be made from bones?
They could guess why the Archaeology Team was excavating. The Lord of Ulan City intended to refine their ancestors' remains into Bone Spirits.
They had no choice but to bow to the stronger force. For the sake of their tribes' survival, they could only trouble their ancestors to make another sacrifice.
The history of the Frozen Tundra tribes went back much further than Medivh had expected. They had lived and multiplied there for many years.
The Frozen Tundra's unusual environment