In less than half a day, the internment camp closest to Durnholde Keep became a new stronghold for the undead forces.
Every human soldier, jailer, and even imprisoned orc who had eaten the bread turned into a mindless undead creature.
"Mindless" was not quite accurate. The dead soldiers and orcs had merely lost their own minds. They were not beasts driven mad. On the contrary, the undead inside the camp were concentrating all their efforts on breaking through the blockade.
Thrall immediately sealed off the entire camp to prevent the undead creatures from escaping and plunging the keep into an even greater crisis.
At the same time, Thrall sent a soldier to the keep's logistics department to seal the granaries.
There was definitely something terribly wrong with that grain.
While Theresa and the women workers were making the bread, Thrall had been sunning himself outside the door. His sensitivity to energy was exceptionally keen. No one could possibly have poisoned the food right under his nose.
The only explanation was that the grain had already been contaminated with the plague before it reached Durnholde Keep.
This strange poison, which turned living people into corpses, was utterly sinister. Seeing more than three hundred orcs reduced to cold corpses left Thrall heartbroken and helpless.
The transformation had been too quick. Before Thrall could react, the poison had already taken effect.
As soon as Drak received the news, he rushed to the scene. He brought a squad of elite soldiers to the camp nearest the keep.
"How are things?" Drak asked breathlessly. When he first heard that living people had turned undead, he thought the messenger had misheard.
Undead forces had appeared during the Second War.
While fighting at Southshore under Lieutenant General Blackmoore, Drak had even crossed swords with the Shadow Council's