The Paladin left Aegwynn's mansion, satisfied.
Aegwynn had given him a definite answer: Ogres could not be transformed into Worgen. With that confirmed, the Paladin felt entirely at ease about the Syndicate's current actions.
Since the Syndicate could not turn Ogres into Worgen, what had seemed like an incredibly shrewd move had instead become an extremely foolish one.
The Syndicate's strength had increased dramatically, but that increase had come at the cost of all its future potential.
They had turned everyone in their territory into Worgen. Durnholde Keep, once a reasonably decent city, had now become a dead city, lifeless and utterly devoid of vitality.
For instance, to wage war against the Ogres, the Syndicate had sent out all its Worgen.
Those Worgen made up the entire population of Durnholde Keep. With all of them gone, the city could be said to be completely deserted.
No, completely deserted was not quite accurate. That was merely a broad figure of speech.
This war was destined to cost the Syndicate more than it gained. Whether its offensive succeeded or not, one thing awaited it: casualties.
War was utterly merciless. There was no such thing as a war without deaths.
Death was commonplace in war, the most ordinary thing imaginable. Many of the Syndicate's Worgen would therefore die in battle, and those Worgen were the foundation of the organization. Every death meant one fewer among their ranks.
If the Syndicate could not replenish its numbers, then it was certain to suffer a devastating blow.
The Paladin was in a good mood because he could finally see hope of completing the task Rex had assigned him. It had originally been a difficult mission. Although he could mobilize some troops, fighting the Worgen would still be challenging. They moved quickly, and they were based in