Menethil's Power

Chapter 409 Scarlet Fear
After resting for half a day, the migration team set off again and headed towards Shattrath at a steady speed. The next few days were the same process. Usually, they would travel for nearly [-] hours a day before resting. Under the shroud of the halo, almost all the draenei have inexhaustible physical strength.

But at the same time, the consumption of food is also rapidly accelerating, after all, it is impossible for any creature to generate strength out of thin air.

Isaacs continued to act as his mobile turret, but he began to pay attention to preserving their intact bodies as much as possible after killing the approaching monsters. After all, no matter how terrifying a monster is, it would be best to cut off the head and tail and then remove the poison glands. protein.

Unknowingly, they came to the middle of the road, in the hinterland of Zangarmarsh, Teledore was already far away, and Shattrath would take at least a week to reach, that is to say, the current migration Even if something happens to the team, it will be difficult for them to get help from the outside world.

Looking at the extremely monotonous swamp scene in front of him, Isaacs narrowed his eyes. Obviously, some "interesting" things are likely to happen in the past few days.

It was time for another break, and Delaney's chef graciously brought Isaacs charcoal-grilled hydra meat, which tasted surprisingly good.He ate the best part of the meat, since the unfortunate hydra was his prey after all.

Isaacs kept most of the barbecue and took it to find two draenei girls. Elide happily accepted the gift. Although Kailaris was more reserved, she did not refuse.

There are no special utensils, and the two little hooves can only carefully hold the two ends of the barbecue, but the oil stains are still inevitably stained around the mouth, which is really cute and cute. Isaacs watched them eat with interest, with a twitch at the corner of his mouth With a smile.

He looked around and found that Luanda had asked for a lot of dried mushrooms from the guards who distributed the food. He didn't seem to be very interested in delicious barbecue and hot fish soup, but was more interested in this kind of hard and bitter food. This time, Luanda did not return to his fellow technicians. After the entire camp entered a short rest, he actually tiptoed out of the camp.

The big draenei's movements were very light, and he seemed to have mastered certain stalker skills, and he even specially prepared an illusion crystal with invisibility ability, so he managed to not attract anyone's attention.

Except for Isaacs who had noticed him early on.

The bronze dragon is the perfect stalker in the true sense. Isaacs entered the super-dimensional state and followed Luanda majestically, but the other party was completely unaware.

There is likely to be a traitor hidden in the draenei, could it be this simple-faced technician?
Luanda was carrying a big bulging bag. He walked half a kilometer away from the camp, and then stopped. At this moment, a figure appeared behind a huge mushroom tree. It was a Bidelene A much thinner humanoid creature with a hunchbacked body, twisted limbs, and a dim, lifeless light in its eyes.He was dressed in rags, and the longbow on his back indicated that he was or had been a ranger.

This is a broken one or lost one, degenerated from normal draenei.

"Muserek, my old friend, how are you doing recently?" Luanda asked in a trembling voice.

"It's still the same. We lost people are wandering around in this swamp, barely surviving, with no food and no shelter. There are people who have completely lost their minds and become lost. We have no choice but to leave these people behind They fend for themselves. We can’t feel the Holy Light, and it has completely abandoned us, allowing us to face death.” The Broken One named Muserek narrated this tragic experience in a very flat tone .

The broken ones only have degenerated limbs, but the lost ones have completely lost their minds, and they can't even remember their own names anymore, completely becoming a kind of inferior creature.

Luanda's lips moved slightly, but she couldn't speak for a moment. After a long time, she said: "You should ask Teredor for help. The defenders will definitely give you enough food!"

"Ask Teledore for help?" Muserek sneered and shook his head, "Do you know what most draenei think of us former compatriots now? They regard us as monsters! Avoid us! This is why we left voluntarily, we are no longer the glorious Draenei."

When he said the word "honorable," there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Luanda was silent, and he put down the big bag on his back, "I noticed the mark you left before, so I have collected as much food as possible these days, which should be enough for you to eat for a few days."

Muserek took the bag, opened it, grabbed a few dried mushrooms from it, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly, his distorted face showed a bit of enjoyment, "I haven't eaten such normal food for a long time. He sighed, and his eyes fell on Luanda again, "You can actually find my imprint and leave your own imprint to communicate with me. I have to say that this is really surprising."

"I have been trying to find your trace." The technician said with a wry smile.

Obviously they were friends before, but during the war with the orcs, Musarek was affected by the disease unleashed by the orcs and degenerated into a broken one.

"Thank you very much for your gift." Muserek said again: "But to be honest, these foods are just a drop in the bucket for us. We are not allowed to approach the Draenei camp, so it is difficult to secure food. People are starving all the time."

"Give me a while." Luanda gritted her teeth, "I will try to collect as many edible things as possible."

"Are you sure you want to help us?" Muserek stared at Luanda with piercing eyes, "This is betraying your compatriots."

"You are still my compatriots."

Muserek turned his gaze away, his figure seemed to be even more stooped, "Thank you, young Luanda." He said, his voice hoarse and deep.

"I really miss the days when we were hunting together," Luanda looked at the sky, "The world was still so beautiful at that time..."

"Needless to say!" Muserek interrupted him a little rudely, he obviously didn't want those good memories, "You should go back, we are still in touch through the imprint, I will bring a few more people when we meet next time, I hope you can give me enough food."

"I'll do my best." Luanda nodded vigorously. He tolerated the other party's less polite attitude. He could imagine what kind of mental blow it would be to these once equally noble Draenei to be the Lost One.

Isaacs, who was watching all of this, shook his head slightly. It seems that Luanda is not a traitor, and the fact that the technician had private contact with the Broken has nothing to do with Isaacs, which means that he is basically wasting time now.

Even so, he patiently listened to the conversation between the two, and then quietly returned to the draenei camp. Not long after, Ruanda also sneaked back, and no one noticed him.

The migration team walked for another day, and then there was an unexpected situation. Several draenei lost their strength while walking, and fell to the ground. They seemed to be infected with some kind of disease, but soon He was treated, but then people continued to develop such symptoms of general weakness, and soon the number of patients in this team of more than 6000 people reached hundreds.

This is obviously a very dangerous ratio.

The patients were all isolated separately. This should be a very normal operation, but Isaacs found that many draenei's emotions were a bit strange. There was also a hint of worry.

Isaacs watched secretly, and was not in a hurry to ask. He expected that the draenei would take the initiative to ask him, an epic paladin, for help.

Sure enough, a few hours later, Elidie came to him and took him into a closed tent. At this time, the high-level figures of the entire migration team gathered in this tent, including Bishop Oron and Kaila Li. Silk, their faces were very heavy, as if they had just been through an argument

They surrounded a simple bed, and on the bed was a draenei girl who collapsed powerlessly on the bed. The girl moaned, and large scarlet spots appeared on her originally smooth skin.

"This child is in great pain. We can do nothing. I think the holy light of mankind may have some unexpected effect, so I invite you here. I wonder if you can help her out?" Bishop Oron personally Asked, the old man's eyes were full of exhaustion.

"Of course." Isaacs said without hesitation. He stepped forward and stretched out his left hand. The faint golden thread began to sink into the painful Draenei girl's body. Just full of hope.

After so many days of contact with Isaacs, they have established a kind of blind confidence in him.

A few minutes later, Isaacs withdrew his light and his complexion became a little heavy. He could not feel any disease or curse on this girl. In other words, she was "healthy" according to the standards of the Holy Light.But an unknown evil force is changing the essence of her life, and this is an area that is difficult for the Holy Light to touch.

"What disease is she infected with? I hope to hear the truth." He looked at the other draenei and said.

These people looked at each other, and finally Kailaris stood up, "This is not something to hide, let alone Isaacs is trustworthy." She said to a few people who seemed to want to dissuade her, then looked at Isaacs, There was a rare trace of worry and fear in the blue eyes, "This is a scarlet natural disaster." She said softly.

"Natural disaster?" Isaacs repeated subconsciously, which was a sensitive word for him.

"Yes, this was originally a plague that spread among the orcs." Kailaris smiled wryly, "but when the orcs suddenly provoked a war with us, those warlocks used some kind of evil magic to kill the scarlet Scourge. Transformation was carried out to deal with Draenei. This disease is very terrible, the Holy Light cannot restrain it, even as strong as a Vindicator cannot be completely immune, and once infected, Draenei's body will quickly weaken, I can no longer feel the existence of the Holy Light, and finally lose my mind completely."

Isaacs understood that this disease to Draenei is almost equivalent to the plague of natural disasters to humans. Although the effect is not the same, it brings the same fear.He suddenly thought of the person who had secretly contacted Ruanda. Obviously, the draenei infected with the scarlet plague would eventually degenerate into the Broken and the Lost.

"We have been trying to reduce the impact of this disease as much as possible, even at the expense of isolating those infected compatriots, but the scarlet natural disaster is still breaking out here." Bishop Oron seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, "I don't know if you Has the ability to cure this disease?" He asked Isaacs again.

This is obviously a mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor. The healing ability of the holy light mastered by Isaacs is not fundamentally different from that of Draenei.

Because this is not a problem that Holy Light can solve at all.

Isaacs just wanted to tell the truth, but when he saw the eager eyes of Kailaris and Elidie, he changed his words temporarily at the corner of his mouth, "It should be possible." He said.

This is a disease that involves the source of life. If Kristaza is here, it should not be too easy to deal with, but Isaacs does have a way. He once again stretched out his left hand to the seriously ill Draenei girl. The light began to shine, but this light was purely a cover-up, and what Isaacs really used was the power of time.

In combat, the most practical effect of the power of time against enemies is stasis. The reason is also very simple. The more powerful a creature is, the less affected it is by the power of time, and it is obviously far easier to change its own time than to change the time of others. There are many, compared to the flashy time reversal and time acceleration, of course, only need to lock a single point in time "stagnation" ability has the highest cost performance.

But now, the seriously ill girl in front of her is almost an ordinary person. It shouldn't be difficult to turn back time and restore her to the state before she was infected. After all, Isaacs now holds the remaining power of Nozdormu.

In the shining light, the red spots on the Draenei girl's body quickly faded, her breath gradually became stable, and she finally woke up leisurely with a cry.

Cheers suddenly erupted in the tent, not just because a young life was saved, the ability shown by Isaacs greatly dispelled their fear of the scarlet natural disaster.

The disease is no longer incurable.

Bishop Oron's expression relaxed, while Elidie looked agitated, and seemed to want to give Isaacs a hug directly. Kailaris' emotions also fluctuated, and those blue eyes that seemed to be talking expressed to Isaacs With her gratitude and joy.

Isaacs himself didn't show any arrogance, he nodded at the crowd, and leaned over to look at the newly recovered Draenei girl, "How do you feel?" he asked.

It is a healer's duty to ask the subject how he felt after the spell was performed.

The draenei girl was obviously at a loss because of the big people in the room, "I'm fine, my lord." She said reflexively, and then looked at Isaacs cautiously, "Excuse me, what happened? Why did I suddenly appear here?"

She was reversed in time, and her memory naturally returned to the time before the infection.

Isaacs did not answer her, but looked at Bishop Oron, "There must be a reason for the outbreak of the disease. I suspect that it is caused by some despicable people hiding in the dark. I suggest you start investigation immediately, at least find out The source of the disease." He said lightly.

(End of this chapter)