Stratholme God

   Chapter 1009 passed unanimously (supplement 22)

  The family raises the alarm, and everyone fights against the epidemic.

   This is not a trivial matter of having a cold and coughing. Being snowballed by the undead natural disaster can really kill the family.

   Upon receiving this news, Tyrande's mouth was full of flavors, shocked and angry.

   Of course, it was Fandral's actions, which made the night elves lose face and lose their hearts.

   They have been miserable recently, the holy mountain Hyjal has been destroyed by 90%, the world tree Nordrassil is almost withered, and most of the eternal well water is mixed with fel energy.

   A large number of night elf people who originally lived in the seamounts and Felwood forests were attracted by the gimmicks of Fandral's "New World Tree" and moved to the past.

   It is these refugees who are in trouble.

   On the immigrant ship they were on, a box containing cursed items was mixed with spies from the cursed sect, and then, like all zombie movies, the moment the ship docked, the scourge broke out.

  Fandral originally counted the elf people flowing into Darnassus like counting money, but he never expected how many zombies would come.

  Being caught off guard, the port of Darnassus fell directly, and was once killed at the city gate.

  There is no way, many elves can't bear to attack their compatriots who have fallen into zombies. Moreover, the traditional weapons of the dark spirits are mainly sharp weapons such as bows and arrows and throwing carts. For the undead, they really do not hurt.

   It was all because of the few ancient tree guards who were furious, that Fandral was barely able to withstand this wave of zombies.

  As a last resort, he sent out a cry for help at the Cenarion Circle in a humiliating way.

  However, far water can't save near fire!

  It is outrageous that Fandral refused the request of the [Warspite] cruising in the waters near the island, forbid her to help Darnassus defend the city with secondary artillery.

   Tyrande was almost mad on the spot.

   "Typical death to face and suffering!"

   Well, even if it wasn't really exported by McDonald's. Cultural export is not illegal.

   When Tyrande Biao uttered the word, Shandris, who was beside her, gave a rare approval.

   To outsiders, Tyrande and Fandral were alternate pits in the dark elves. Those with discerning eyes know that Tyrande is unlucky, and Fandral is a real pit.

  It’s a pity that most of the dark elf people don’t have eyes.

   However, in this way, Fandral took the salaries from the bottom of the pot and took away the people under Tyrande's subordinates.

   No one wants to run to a so-called new capital city surrounded by plague and zombies.

   Fandral resisted hard over there, and Tyrande really didn’t know what expression to use to face the scumbag.

   "Regardless of Fandral's idiots, let's take care of ourselves first. Assign priests to each patrol and strictly guard the coast of Darkshore." Tyrande can be said to be overwhelmed.

   Fortunately, the night elves have no paladins, but priests.

  The appearance of a large number of clergymen will not strain your hips too much during quarantine.

  As a last resort, Tyrande still asked McDonald for help, and asked him to send an epidemic prevention team to Aberdeen Harbor on the Darkshore for support.

The    Alliance's epidemic prevention is generally good.

   Today, the Stratholme Federation with a population of more than 10 million is not chaotic, the Stormwind Kingdom with a population of more than 5 million is not chaotic, and the rest are all small countries.

  You must know that as early as the last time the Scourge was raging, countries cleaned up the bones once.

   Then, under the vigorous promotion of someone, cremation became popular.

   Basically, it is impossible for the entire Eastern Kingdom continent to rely on necromancers to dig bones and create a million-level undead army.

   There is a large population of night elves here, but all of them remain young forever. Except for accidents or illnesses, there have been no dark elves who died of old age.

   In general, there was just one Darnassus, and the situation was okay.

  The tribe here is wonderful!

   The incident started at the Tribal Fisherman's Wharf on the west coast of Feralas, and spread to Desolace and all of Feralas, western Thousand Needles, and northern Silithus in just a few days.

The way of life of the   tribal people is notoriously messy, coupled with the arrival of a large number of newcomers from Nagrand. In a place like the tribe, where the transmission of messages relies solely on legs and roars, there is nothing simpler than the fermentation of natural disasters and plagues.

   It was so hard to die, Thrall just ran to the Southern Barrens, and he wanted to understand why the Alliance suddenly shrank its troops. By the time he received the news, it was already the third day.

This is just great.

   Not only the living people were infected and turned into zombies, but seeing the big flaws in the tribe, some cursed believers and necromancers hidden in the tribe also began to act as demons.

   They command undead troops to attack various clans.

   Of course, they didn't expect to destroy the entire tribe with these miscellaneous soldiers.

   In desperation, their style of play was even more disgusting: after killing some powerful tribe warriors with ant-attachment tactics, they immediately let these new death knights go west all the way to the seaside and fall down.

   That's right, the death knight didn't want to breathe, so he left the tribe's control area by walking on the seabed.

  After investigating for a long time, Thrall found out that the Cultists of the Damned had set up a portal on the west coast of Stonetalon Mountain to the north, and sent these powerful new undead to Northrend.

   "I'm mad at me!" Thrall was really furious.

   We finally brought back a large group of helpers from the countryside. These trumpets have not been raised well, but the Lich King has cut the leeks in advance.

   You are not angry.

   As for Thrall leading the tribe to wipe out these demonic undead troops, that is another story.

   At this time, the Alliance Throne Meeting.

   The tool spirit Lor'themar is briefing the bigwigs:

"Now, in addition to the plague boxes of unknown origin that we received in major ports, there have been no less than 100 plague poisoning incidents in the second- and third-level towns of the alliance, and a total of more than 500 cursed believers have been arrested. After torture to extract confessions , cultists without exception mentioned 'The Wrath of the Lich King', and 'His Majesty the Lich King Terenas'."

   "Combining with yesterday, our North Sea Fleet intercepted an army of 6,000 skeleton raptors and gargoyles."

"The staff has come to the unanimous conclusion that the fallen death knight Terenas Menethil, who had been silent before, may have undergone some kind of soul-body fusion with the Lich King Ner'zhul. A more terrifying force begins to affect the entire Union."

After   Lor'themar finished speaking, he bowed and took a step back.

   McDonald's on the first seat had his fingers crossed and rested on his chin.

He let go of his hands and said solemnly: "Masters, the situation is now very clear. The undead king Terenas who destroyed half of the alliance back then is back. If we do nothing, or continue to passively resist. Even if the Lich King does not continue to attack our homeland, it is likely to evolve into an endless harassment that lasts for centuries. Please seriously consider whether we are really incompetent and leave this scourge to our children and grandchildren to bear. ?"

   A very provocative remark.

   Even if everyone knows that, once the Lich King is destroyed, McDonald's will become king, or even become emperor, which will greatly affect the alliance's structure. But at a time when the Burning Legion was not giving up, the ancient gods were watching, and there were many foreign enemies, it became acceptable for a powerful empire to appear.

   All the bosses looked at each other and made their own decisions.

   Ten minutes later, McDonald's officially announced:

   "The resolution to crusade the Lich King and attack Northrend in the Northland has been unanimously approved by the leaders of the Throne Council!"

   (end of this chapter)