When Aaron noticed this, Halduron was talking to the ranger responsible for investigating Drak'Tharon.
"You said before that you didn't go in, right?" Halduron asked his ranger. The ranger nodded, "I saw something was wrong here, so I hurried back to report it."
"Why don't you go in and take a look, even if you look at it like this"
"It's right not to go in." Aaron looked at the shield in his hand, pointed at the faint light emitting from the shield and said, "I'm afraid something is here earlier than us."
The Truthguard shield will automatically detect nearby anomalies and light up as a warning. Currently, the shield will react to Undead, Shadow and Fel. Judging from the strange situation of Drak'Tharon, I'm afraid this place was taken over by Undead in advance, right?
"Let's go in and take a look at the situation. Paladin are in front, the rangers are on alert, and the mage is ready to use spells to cleanse the ground at any time." Aaron looked at the people behind him, picked up his shield, and took the lead in walking up the stairs under the fortress.
With the terrain like Drak'Tharon, unless Ner'zhul finds a body in advance to be able to stand up and move around, Aaron is really not afraid of what Undead will encounter inside.
"Everyone, be careful!" Aaron, who was walking at the front of the team, suddenly saw a black shadow shaking at the corner in front. He hurriedly signaled the people behind him to be alert. He wrote and threw a Holy Light Warhammer in that direction. The warhammer shadow spun and flew to the wall facing the passage here. The black shadow seemed to be frightened by the sudden attack and stood still at that time.
Seeing this, Aaron signaled caution to Vereesa and Halduron behind him, and he quickly walked over with his shield alone, turned the corner, and Aaron first hit him with a shield as a greeting, and then took a closer look at the true face of the black figure.
It was a giant Ice Troll that was two people tall. A guy of this size was like a movable wall in the fortress. As long as one of them blocked the passage, the enemy would not be able to break through his obstruction.
The first time he saw this big guy, Aaron wanted to give himself a Divine Shield to suffocate him. He was not too afraid of an enemy of this size - the bigger Zakajz was not killed by him. It was just that he suddenly saw such a big guy in the silent fortress, which made people shocked.
However, before taking action, Aaron noticed that the condition of this Troll was not good. The body that should have been very burly now looked a little thin. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was skinny. The originally long and narrow head was even more slender because of the deep sunken cheeks.
Aaron carefully looked at this guy again, and noticed that the big guy's eyes were dim and lifeless, and he looked like he was dead. However, this guy still retained the ability to move, and the light on Truthguard's shield did not become brighter as he got closer to him, which meant that this big guy probably hadn't turned into Undead yet.
"Hey, can you understand what I'm saying?" Aaron said tentatively. Almost all creatures in Azeroth can speak Common, which greatly facilitates communication between various races.
"Roar?" The big man heard the voice of Aaron and slowly turned his head to look at him, but what came out of his mouth was a meaningless roar.
Seeing the stiff and slow movements of this big man, Aaron thought of the Vrykul of Utgard who were sacrificed to the Lich King by Ymiron. They had the same slow movements and the same slow response to the surrounding environment. Except that the big man in front of him should still be alive, there was no difference.
"Could it be that the Troll in this fortress was also Immolation?" Aaron thought for a while, and swiped Holy Light at the big guy to treat the injury.
The golden light fell on the big man, and the big man's eyes once again bloomed with a little brilliance. He turned his head to look at Aaron with a more agile movement than before. He was about to open his mouth to say something but suddenly collapsed to the ground, which shocked Aaron.
"Hey, why are you down? Am I useful or useless?"
Looking at this big guy, he even closed his eyes. Aaron didn't stop doing anything, and simply continued to play Heal. If he could save this Troll, he would ask what happened in the fortress. If he couldn't save him, he would just practice Heal.
Fortunately, Aaron's move had an effect. The big man slowly opened his eyes again. Seeing that it was effective, Aaron didn't dare to stop what he was doing. At the same time, he asked, "What's wrong with you? What happened to this fortress?"
"Run quickly, there is a plague here!" The big man was obviously unconscious. After opening his eyes, he only said this sentence and lay back on the ground again, motionless.
"Hey, wake up? Can you give me more details?" Aaron looked at the big guy who fell to the ground, and was a little unsure whether this guy was completely dead or fainted again. Hesitating, he didn't dare to stop what he was doing.
"Stop it, this guy's life force has been exhausted a long time ago. Being able to say what he just said is considered tenacious," Xal'atath's voice rang in Aaron's mind. "Instead of wasting energy on him, it's better to think about what you just said, idiot."
Ignoring Xal'atath's usual contempt, Aaron recalled what this guy had just said, "Run quickly, there is a plague!"
"Plague? Not good!" Aaron's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately thought of the "official history" where the epidemic was spread by Kel'Thuzad and his subordinates Cult of the Damned Cultists to Lordaeron and led to Stratholme The plague of the massacre, if the plague spread in Drak'Tharon Keep is the same type as that, doesn't it mean that all the Troll in this fortress have become Undead?
It's not difficult to verify this, Aaron thought, and looked at the Troll corpse on the ground with a wary gaze. If this guy stood up suddenly, it meant that Aaron's guess would come true.
After being cautious for a long time, Aaron felt that the Troll in front of him should no longer have the idea of standing up and changing places because the ground was too cold. He called the people behind him to come over and told them what the big guy had just said.
"We are late, this fortress has already fallen into the hands of Lich King." Aaron asked everyone for their opinions, "Should we leave now and prepare to go to war with Ice Troll, or should we continue to see what happened to this fortress?"
"Of course, let's take a look at the situation of this fortress first. The little ones have to move in." Orsonn was the first to express his opinion. This giant bear obviously hasn't given up on the idea of turning Drak'Tharon Keep into Furbolg's new home.