The Scourge
After more than two hundred people entered Alterac Valley, Zul'ra asked the black stone prisoner to lead the way, all the way through Alterac Valley, and arrived near the human city Strahnbrad. However, this human city was fine two months ago, but now it has become a ruin, and there is no trace of human life. ♡💗 🏆💎
The remnants of the Black Stone who attacked Zul'ra last time at night were also nearby. It was obvious that the two groups were together. Zul'ra followed the instructions of the Black Stone prisoners and crossed the deserted Strahnbrad and touched a river bank of the Darrowmere River. As expected, they saw a Orcs camp in the hidden forest there, but the camp was now in ruins.
"It's human." Skrinjer looked at the footprints and horse hoof prints on the scorched camp, and couldn't help but look at Zul'ra.
"Zul'ra Jin, here." The Trolls rider called out, and Zul'ra led the people over. They saw a pile of charred corpses piled on the river bank of the camp. A spear was inserted into the modern ground next to the pile of charred corpses, and a Orcs head was inserted into it.
"Ironfang." Zul'ra looked at the burnt black and rotten head of Orcs, and couldn't help but waved and called out. A Frostwolf with a soot-colored coat immediately came over, and on its back lay a Orcs with slightly dark skin. There were burn marks on his arms.
"Look, who is this?" Zul'ra pulled the slightly dark-skinned Orcs off Frostwolf Ironfang's back and showed him the head stuck on the wooden spear.
"This is Lord Dargo's head." Orcs looked at the head on the wooden spear carefully, and his voice trembled a little.
"How many of you are there?" Zul'ra looked at the trembling Blackrock Orcs captives and glanced at the scorched bones by the river. Dargo was the black stone Warlock that declared that the devil had come to the world. This prisoner did not lie. There was indeed some undetectable violent energy in the Orcs head. It should be Fel.
"Nearly nine hundred people." The Black Stone prisoner was a little frightened. Zul'ra looked at the pile of scorched bones and couldn't help but frowned. The number of people didn't seem to match.
"Zul'ra Jin, there are burned bones over there and over there. There are six or seven piles in total, about seven to eight hundred people." The plunderer rode Worg back from the surroundings and reported to Zul'ra.
"Hmm." Zul'ra couldn't help but raise his eyebrows after hearing what the predator said. The number was right, but I didn't know which guy led the team here. He actually annihilated nearly 900 people led by one Warlock, which saved his own effort.
"You're lucky." Zul'ra looked at the corpse, feeling a little amused. At the same time, he looked at the Blackrock Orcs prisoner and said with a smile. This guy brought people to Arathi Highlands to poach him, and he just escaped. It was really a mistake.
"Don't kill me." Blackrock Orcs The prisoner's expression became even more frightened.
"Which one of you is going to deal with him!" Zul'ra looked at Orcs and Trolls next to them.
"Kill him!" Skrinjer looked at the frightened Blackstone prisoner with disdain.
"Remember to dispose of the body and burn it directly." Zul'ra greeted Frostwolf Ironfang to go away, leaving the useless Black Stone prisoners to his subordinates.
"Zul'ra Jin, shall we return to Wolfhowl Valley next?" Skrinjer asked a few Orcs to take care of the black stone's dregs, and then rode his own Frostwolf to catch up with Zul'ra.
"No, from the distant road, you can go to the human city Andorhal. If you Andorhal go north, I want to go back Zul'Aman and take a look at the situation of human beings. You also come with me." Zul'ra looked at the mountain gorge in the distance. There was a road leading directly to Andorhal.
"Yes!" Skrinjer listened to Zul'ra's words, nodded quickly and went to gather everyone.
Zul'ra looked at the silent mountain gorge in the distance, turned to look at Frostwolf Ironfang, who was sitting quietly next to him, only reaching his thighs. He reached out and touched its pointed ears, and the big wolfdog also leaned its head on his lap, his attitude seemed very affectionate.
"Little thing." Zul'ra looked at the big wolf dog kissing him, and couldn't help but smile and rub its head. He could feel that the big wolf dog was flattering on the surface, but actually a little melancholy inside, because it was an adult Frostwolf, and its owner died in an accident, Drek'Thar said when he picked it out.
Zul'ra teased Ironfang for a while, and soon Skrinjer came back. Everyone had been gathered together, and the black stone prisoner was also disposed of, leaving only a pile of loose bones, and the meat was fed to Raptor. Those vicious guys rarely ate nothing as long as it was meat.
He led his two hundred or so Orcs Trolls, Zul'ra forward, passed through a jungle, and came to the main road in the valley. Then he followed this road out of the canyon, and when he took another curve to the right, a big city appeared in front of him, Lordaeron's Andorhal.
Strahnbrad is the original town of Kingdom of Alterac, which became increasingly deserted after the Second World War. Now that the plague has struck and disasters are happening everywhere, it is natural that the town should be reduced to ruins, but this Andorhal is the granary of Lordaeron, but it looks different. Although the current situation is turbulent, it still maintains vigilance.
Knowing that Andorhal is the important granary of Lordaeron, Zul'ra was also very cautious and led his men across a river, preparing to pass quietly from the outskirts of the city. However, on the way he found thick smoke rising from a canyon on the outskirts of the city. When he went over to take a look, he saw that someone was piling up boxes of grain and burning it. It must have been to destroy the plague grain.
The Lordaeron people had made a discovery, and they were trying their best to save it, but they never knew that what really defeated them was not the plague, nor the Scourge, but the human heart. After watching from a distance, Zul'ra could not help, so he quietly walked through the countryside with his men.
Zul'ra originally meant to return to Zul'Aman through a large wilderness land, but after waiting for Andorhal, he found that he had made things simpler, and Lordaeron in the north was now in chaos.
It was hard to tell in the vast Hillsbrad Foothills and the already cold environment of the Alterac Mountains. Once we passed Andorhal, Zul'ra discovered that the north side of Lordaeron had almost become a ghostland on earth.
Summer planting has just ended, but now there is not even a single seedling of crops in the human farm. The fields are overgrown with weeds. Even in the daytime, there is still a cold and dry atmosphere lingering in the air, and there are even Undead walking in groups in the wilderness.
"Oh my God! What the hell are those things?" Skrinjer was a little disgusted after seeing a group of Undead walking by. Forgetting the walking corpses and rotten bones, he also saw some monsters that were made of unknown pieces of meat sewn together and had no normal human shape at all. Those monsters were walking around dragging iron hooks and butcher knives. The white meat pieces were dripping with oil and covered with flies.
"They are the Scourge." Zul'ra looked at Trolls and Orcs who looked a little uncomfortable, and said in a heavy voice.