In the end, no one could come up with a better solution. They could only load the Forsaken's newly developed insecticide onto the catapults and launch it into the Qiraji ranks along with their attacks.
The blue liquid spilled out as the vials shattered, and the splashing insecticide quickly raised clouds of blue mist. Wherever it spread, patches cleared of insects appeared. Most Qiraji instinctively fled upon contact with the substance, while those that failed to escape struggled a few times before falling dead, just like insects.
There was no question about the plague's effectiveness as an insecticide. The dead low-ranking Qiraji barely looked like insects anymore, their bodies covered in signs of corrosion. Although it killed insects exceptionally well, the allied soldiers around them also immediately began crouching down and coughing. Even the skin exposed to the plague began turning blue.
"Didn't you say it had no effect on the living?" High Overlord Saurfang was shocked by the sight before him. "How do you explain this?"
Without exception, the soldiers fighting at the front had focused solely on the enemy. Who could have known that this plague would affect them too? Rather than dying at the hands of the Qiraji, they had died to their own side's plague. How was High Overlord Saurfang supposed to explain that to the leaders of the other factions?
Now the old orc's gaze toward Memphis-Shadow was filled with murderous intent. To the soldiers fighting the enemy out there, this was outright betrayal.
Memphis-Shadow spread both hands helplessly. "Take another look yourself. They'll only cough. They won't suffer any effects from those insecticides."
Hearing Memphis-Shadow's words, High Overlord Saurfang carefully watched the soldiers ahead. They really did seem not to have fallen, only to be coughing a little. "Then how do you explain their