As the sounds of their battle rang out, more and more zombies headed toward them. Jaina stopped holding back, sending all kinds of flames at the zombies.
The corpses were flesh and blood and burned easily. The zombies set alight earlier had already lost the ability to move and fallen to the ground. Flames had completely engulfed them, reducing their rotting flesh to ash.
With a proper example to follow, Arthas led all the human soldiers in knocking the zombies to the ground, while Jaina unleashed flames to deliver the finishing blow.
"Where in the world did these horrible things come from?" Arthas asked Jaina impatiently after the battle ended.
"Possibly Orc sorcerers. Things like this happened during both Orc wars. Orc Spellcasters can reanimate corpses. The plague in Dalaran Province is very likely connected to the Orcs."
Every soldier nearby was outraged at her words. These veterans of the Second War had all crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of the Orc wars. Their hatred for the Orcs had long since sunk into their bones.
After eliminating the zombies, Arthas and Jaina prepared to venture farther in. As they passed the granary in the city center, Jaina discovered that the grain, once snowy white, was giving off a dark green glow, and a waft of something washed over her.
Arthas picked up a handful of sand from the ground. There was a carrion worm in it, its entire body already stiff, clearly long dead. "It seems even the soil and insects haven't been spared."
"This grain contains a kind of contaminating energy, much like the demonic energy used by Orc Warlocks." Jaina pointed at the dark green grain.
"This is bad. All this grain was distributed from Andorhal, the capital of Dalaran Province. If