Undead Tide

Knight Royce rode his beloved warhorse, holding his sharp lance reversed in his hand as he followed the cleared forest path and began today's patrol.

He gazed into the distance. Everywhere was the same withered landscape. He had lost count of how many times he had seen this nauseating environment.

Recently, even the Undead soldiers wandering the wilderness had become much fewer. He, who had once fought every day, had not seen those disgusting Ghouls and Undead soldiers in a long time.

Relaxed, Royce loosened the reins and let his companion slow its pace. He could not help thinking again of the news spreading through Light's Hope Chapel.

Knight Roderick, who had charged into Stratholme alone, had been frightened out of his wits by the Scourge and issued a laughable warning to Northrend.

How could Silver Dawn warriors hide inside a fortress and wait for the Undead forces to arrive? Only those brainless Scarlet Crusade fools would follow Roderick's advice and cower inside their castles.

Those mindless Scarlet soldiers had probably been affected by what happened in Stratholme. They had all become so timid now, a stark contrast to their former style. They had probably all been scared out of their wits.

The battle against the Scourge still had to rely on Silver Dawn forces.

Roderick's heroic deeds had once made Royce regard him as his idol. But this time, he was deeply disappointed by Roderick's words.

Ever since Arthas left Lordaeron and returned to Icecrown Glacier on the Northrend continent, the Undead army had never mobilized on a large scale. Perhaps the other high-ranking Undead simply had no way to command so many Undead soldiers.

Knight Roderick was being far too cautious.

Royce shook his head and looked at the hills ahead. Once he passed those few mushroom-shaped twisted