Mist and Missions

"I had thought Augustine would become a cold, mature knight through his battles with the Scourge. I never expected him to remain completely unchanged." Roderick did not know how to resolve Augustine's problem either.

This was a typical case of thinking too much and killing too little.

"Let's not talk about him for now. You mentioned last time that the Scarlet Crusade had already pushed into Stratholme. Saidan Dathrohan led those loyal warriors in defending the Scarlet Bastion. How did you get supplies to them? Stratholme should be one of the areas worst afflicted by the Undead plague. I fear not even a single Silverleaf could grow there." Recalling the information she had provided previously, Roderick asked.

"Taelan Fordring's faction in Hearthglen is responsible for supplying the Crusade in the Western Plaguelands and Scarlet Monastery. Tyr's Hand is responsible for supplying the Scarlet Bastion in Stratholme."

"Every month, we send people to transport a certain amount of supplies into Stratholme. The Scourge's Undead seem unaware of our support. They have never sent large forces to stop our supply runs. Our convoys only encounter a few small Undead units along the way." Abbendis thought for a moment before telling him what she knew.

Roderick said nothing after hearing this. The Scourge was not a pack of beasts that fought on instinct alone. It was very strange that they allowed such a human force to enter Stratholme without proactively cutting off the Scarlet Crusade's supply routes.

After all, the Scourge's main force was in the Eastern Plaguelands, and Kel'Thuzad himself sat in Naxxramas, commanding the battle. He directed every Undead force, and this cunning, calculating lich had proven his cruel intelligence time and again.

"Saidan Dathrohan reported that the fighting in Stratholme is extremely fierce and the Undead forces are exceptionally powerful.