The revisions began.
"At least he had some conscience," Rex murmured after hearing the full account.
For the moment, that brought the matter of Agamand Mills' fall to a close.
What lay before Rex now was how to encircle and wipe them out. As time passed, he became increasingly convinced that the undead in Tirisfal Glades and Old Gilneas were primarily there to draw his attention, focusing the Kingdom of Gilneas on those two regions so it would overlook the Eastern Plaguelands.
As that idea took deeper root in his mind, Rex committed fewer forces to Tirisfal Glades and Old Gilneas.
Instead, he dispatched large numbers of people to search the Eastern Plaguelands.
He even sent the archmage from the Western Plaguelands to the Eastern Plaguelands.
After the archmage's sweeping campaign, most of the undead in the Western Plaguelands had been slain.
The situation in the Eastern Plaguelands was too important now. There was no need to hunt down and kill every last undead in the Western Plaguelands.
With matters growing urgent, there was no need to do everything perfectly.
The archmage, Tirion Fordring, and Darius.
Three Heroic Powerhouses had now been committed to the Eastern Plaguelands. The events there had far-reaching consequences, turning the region into a whirlpool.
It spun relentlessly, swallowing everything around it.
Then it gradually grew larger. Rex had no idea how many more people he would have to send to the Eastern Plaguelands.
How many would it take to settle the situation there? "Troubled times" was a phrase Rex had repeated over and over lately.
He picked up the cup beside him, drained the water in a single gulp, and gently rubbed his forehead. The Kingdom of Quel'Thalas had deployed troops to the Eastern Plaguelands, while the Gryphon Riders sent by the Wildhammer Dwarves had