Overall, the information gathered from the drinkers was extremely unreliable.
As the bottom rung of society, all they could get was rumors from who knew where, passed through an unknown number of hands by the time they reached them from the front lines—such scattered remarks were both exaggerated and ridiculous, with no value as reference whatsoever.
But if a player familiar with Warcraft history had been here, they would surely have been able to judge the current state of the Eastern Kingdoms from those words.
Eighteen years had passed since the Dark Portal opened, and fifteen since the Orc war ended. Ye Ting had left Azeroth precisely fifteen years ago. Over those fifteen years, Azeroth's older generation had gradually aged, while a new generation had begun to rise.
The new generation—at least among humans—had gradually forgotten the carnage and smoke of fifteen years ago, but a new disaster had already descended upon them.
The younger brother of the siblings Ye Ting had once met—Lordaeron's prince, Arthas Menethil—had still embarked upon the path of his original fate. Under the Lich King's temptation, he had gradually fallen into corruption and ultimately drawn that fated sword: Frostmourne.
From then on, he lost his identity as a human and became the leader of the undead.
The prince personally murdered his father, Terenas Menethil, and brought death and war to the land that had once been his homeland.
Now, the Scourge was ravaging the lands of Lordaeron like the most terrifying plague and beginning to spread in every direction. The High Elves' Quel'Thalas was their next target.
Faced with this situation, only the current Ranger-General, Sylvanas Windrunner, seemed to have become alert and tried to make preparations in advance. Yet Quel'Thalas's sluggish, conservative political establishment apparently did not support her view. Their attention had been