Rex sympathized with the people of the Alterac Mountains. Under the Syndicate's rule, they were constantly exploited, living lives worse than death. Besides the Syndicate's oppression, they also faced the threat of ogres, and now they had even been turned into worgen.
Now that he knew the worgen outbreak was in the Alterac Mountains, everything else would be easier to handle.
They needed to capture a worgen and begin researching how to prevent the infection. Once they found the answer, the crux of the problem would be resolved.
In Rex's eyes, this should not have been too difficult, because the problem had already been solved in Azeroth's original history.
Otherwise, all of Azeroth would have belonged to the worgen, leaving no room for anyone else to survive. Take the undead, for example. They were powerful, yes. They were dead, and their strength could grow as their numbers increased, but becoming undead came with a prerequisite: one had to die first. Worgen were different. A single bite could infect someone and ultimately turn them into a worgen.
If the worgen truly began running rampant, they could sweep across the entire world. They were much like the zombies in the apocalyptic movies Rex had watched in his previous life, which overran the earth and swept aside everything in their path.
In fact, zombies were nowhere near as formidable as worgen, because zombies moved far too slowly. Worgen were different. They were agile and could even retain their intelligence. If they deliberately began spreading the infection, how could anyone contain them?
Thus, Rex believed there had to be some medicine capable of counteracting the worgen infection. The original history had not explained it, but such a thing certainly existed.
He set down the document in his hand and inwardly breathed a sigh of