Burned.
That was simply the best way to deal with it.
The plague toxin should be most vulnerable to fire. High temperatures could all but eliminate its ability to infect living creatures.
Rhode pulled Nat Pagle into a tight hug. "Wonderful! You scared me to death."
"What happened?" Nat Pagle looked at Rhode in surprise. Rhode was rarely this affectionate with him.
The main reason was that Rhode really had been terrified.
If the Scourge Plague in that basket of corn had spread through Southshore, there was no telling how many people would have died, and his grand farming plans would have been destroyed overnight.
He might even have had to face the same "Stratholme dilemma" that Arthas would face.
And Nat Pagle had dealt with that threat so casually. That deserved a hug!
"It's nothing now," Rhode replied just as casually. "I was afraid you'd feed that rotten corn to the pigs and spoil the flavor of their meat."
"Why would I? We're not short of feed anymore. We'd never use rotten stuff like that! Besides, we're in Seafood Town now. We don't even raise pigs here."
As Nat Pagle spoke, he felt that something wasn't quite right, and asked, "Was that really worth making a special trip back? Didn't you take a group to the Hinterlands?"
Rhode declared with righteous conviction, "This proves that the people of Southshore have truly become prosperous! We're not living the way we used to anymore! So yes, it's very important!"
Afterward, Rhode immediately sent people to the various nations, mainly to deliver two pieces of news.
The first was to inform them of what had happened in the Hinterlands and urge everyone to tighten their defenses against further poisoning by the Cult of the Damned.
The second was to notify them