"It's not that he can't be cured. While I was suppressing the worgen curse just now, I gained some understanding of the curse inside his body."
Percival was delighted to hear this. If that damned worgen curse could be lifted completely, then there was hope for the Kingdom of Gilneas.
But the very next moment, a bucket of cold water was poured over his hopes. "I can't do that yet. I can only suppress the worgen curse and restore your sanity. You'll still be able to turn into a worgen again while remaining sane."
Percival thought, This is already so much better than before. At least I won't hurt my family because of the worgen curse.
"But we can't ignore the worgen." Patrick looked at Tirion Fordring, his meaning clear.
"Yes. If we leave them unchecked, one day the Kingdom of Gilneas will be overwhelmed by the worgen curse, and it will spread to the Northern Continent. It will be hard to deal with then."
As someone who had lived through the Scourge invasion, no one understood the gravity of the matter better than Tirion Fordring. If the Scourge had been destroyed in its infancy, the Kingdom of Lordaeron would not have fallen, and Kel'Thuzad certainly could not have summoned Archimonde to annihilate the main resistance forces of the entire Eastern Kingdoms in an instant.
Destroying the Scourge back then would have come at a tremendous cost, and the entire Dalaran Province would have been laid waste. As Lordaeron's largest grain-producing region, its loss would certainly have affected the kingdom's grain output, but with trade from Quel'Thalas, Lordaeron could still have been confident of weathering the crisis without upheaval.
Now, the situation in the Kingdom of Gilneas was far too similar to what had happened in Lordaeron, and Tirion Fordring