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A brilliant golden sun hung in the blue sky, and a white cloud drifted through the clear heavens like a lone sail on an azure sea.
The pale blue sky resembled a sheet of pristine velvet edged with gold, as clear as jade.
Rex bent down and gently picked up a fragment of bone. Holding it in his hand, he squeezed it between his fingers. Crack.
The bone crumbled in Rex's grip. He watched it, gazed into the distance, then looked back at the bone in his hand.
These undead had not been resurrected long ago. They had been raised recently.
Rex was confident in that judgment.
Yet that puzzled him. As far as Rex knew, he had burned every graveyard in both the Eastern Plaguelands and the Western Plaguelands. That had been his method of limiting the Undead Scourge's numbers.
That operation had played an enormous part in allowing the Kingdom of Gilneas to take control of Lordaeron so easily.
The Undead Scourge's military strength had been constrained by its lack of corpses. It had never managed to muster troops on a massive scale, and the feared armies of hundreds of thousands had never appeared.
After reclaiming these two regions, Rex had specifically instructed Ulysses and Osborne to inspect every inch of land carefully. They were not to overlook anything that might give the undead an opportunity.
Ulysses and Osborne would never make such an elementary mistake.
Thus, neither the Western Plaguelands nor the Eastern Plaguelands should have had corpses