In the Eastern Plaguelands, the wind always carried a foul stench. The smell of rotting corpses in the air seemed destined to linger over the Plaguelands forever. Since the last successful raid on Stratholme, Scourge activity in the Eastern Plaguelands had declined considerably. Now, through Sir Tirion's efforts, the Argent Dawn and the Scarlet Crusade had reunited, re-forming the Order of the Silver Hand and becoming the largest force resisting the Scourge in the Eastern Plaguelands.
But now, according to Rohan the Killer's intelligence, the Scourge in the Eastern Plaguelands had begun moving in organized patterns again. All signs indicated that Naxxramas had regained control over the undead of the Eastern Plaguelands.
"Something seems off tonight." The hunter Leopold looked at the eerily quiet scenery in the distance. As a top-class hunter, Leopold sensed that something was wrong. Although the Plaguelands had been thoroughly contaminated, some wildlife still remained. Those plague bats, plague maggots, and Plague Hounds mostly hunted under cover of darkness. For it to be this quiet, something definitely had to be wrong.
Should I warn the guards to watch for an attack? Leopold was still torn. Everything around him was so quiet. If he warned them repeatedly and the Scourge still made no move, it would only make the guards let their guard down.
"That isn't like you." Mataus's voice came from behind him. "An outstanding hunter never hesitates."
At those words, Leopold smiled. The Anger was offering him guidance. "Thank you."
"Did you find something?" Mataus stood beside Leopold and likewise looked into the distance. Though there was nothing to see out there, as a mage, Mataus had recently kept detecting faint fluctuations of undead magic. In the Eastern Plaguelands, this was both commonplace and extremely unusual.
It was commonplace because this had once been the