One family sounds the alarm, and everyone works together to prevent the epidemic.
This is not a trivial matter like a cold and a cough. If it snowballs due to the natural disaster of the undead, it is really possible for the entire family to be wiped out.
Upon receiving this news, Tyrande felt a mixture of emotions in her mouth, she was shocked and angry.
Of course, what made Fandral angry was that the night elves had lost face and dignity.
They have been miserable recently. The holy mountain Hyjal was 90% destroyed, the world tree Nordrassil is almost withered, and most of the water in the Well of Eternity is mixed with evil energy.
After careful consideration, a large number of night elves who originally lived in Seamountain and Felwood were attracted by the gimmick of Fandral's "New World Tree" and moved there one after another.
It is these refugees who are in trouble.
The immigration ship they were on was filled with boxes containing cursed items by spies from the Cursed Sect. Then, like all zombie movies, the disaster broke out the moment the ship docked.
Fandral originally counted the elven people flowing into Darnassus like money, but he never expected that several large ships of zombies would arrive.
Unprepared, the port of Darnassus fell directly and was even killed at the gate of the city.
There is no way, many elves cannot bear to attack their compatriots who have turned into zombies. Moreover, the traditional weapons of the dark elves are mainly sharp weapons such as bows and arrows, and blade-throwing vehicles, which are really harmless to the undead.
It was only because of the few ancient tree guards that Fandral could barely withstand this wave of zombies.
As a last resort, he humiliated himself and appealed to the Cenarion Circle for help.
However, distant water cannot save the near fire!
What is outrageous is that Fandral rejected the request of Warspite, which was cruising in the waters near the island, and prohibited her from using secondary batteries to help defend Darnassus.
Tyrande almost went crazy on the spot.
"Typical of saving face and suffering!"
Well, even if it's not actually exported by McDonald's, it's not illegal to export culture.
When Tyrande said this word, Shandris beside her unexpectedly recognized it.
In the eyes of outsiders, Tyrande and Fandral are taking turns cheating the Dark Elves. Those with a discerning eye will know that Tyrande is unlucky and Fandral is really cheating.
It's a pity that most of the dark elf people don't have eyesight.
But in this case, Fandral's plan to take away the people under Tyrande's command would definitely be ruined.
No one wants to go to a so-called new capital city surrounded by plague and zombies.
Fandral resisted forcefully, but Tyrande really didn't know what expression to use to face that cheater.
"Ignore that idiot Fandral, let's take care of ourselves first. Assign priests to each patrol team and strictly guard the shores of Darkshore." Tyrande was very worried.
Fortunately, the night elves do not have paladins, but they do have priests.
The appearance of a large number of clergymen will at least not be too restrictive in terms of quarantine.
As a last resort, Tyrande asked McDonald for help and asked him to send an epidemic prevention team to Auberdine Port on the Dark Coast for support.
The alliance's epidemic prevention is generally good.
Today, the Stratholme Federation, with a population of over 10 million, is not in chaos, the Kingdom of Stormwind, with a population of over 5 million, is not in chaos, and the rest are all small countries. Even if there is a thunderstorm, there will be no siege by tens of millions of zombies.
You know, as early as the last time when the Scourge was wreaking havoc, various countries had cleaned up the bones.
Later, cremation became popular under the vigorous promotion of someone.
Basically, it is impossible for the entire Eastern Kingdom to rely on necromancers to dig up bones and create a million-level undead army.
There is a large population of night elves here, but everyone remains young forever. Except for accidents or illness, no dark elf has died of old age in thousands of years.
Overall, I only cheated one Darnassus, so the situation is okay.
The tribe is wonderful here!
The incident first started at the tribal fishermen's wharf on the west coast of Feralas. In just a few days, it spread to Desolation, the entire Feralas, the western part of Thousand Needles, and the northern part of Silithus.
The lifestyle of the tribal people is notoriously dirty, and a large number of new immigrants from Nagrand have arrived. In a place like the tribe, where communication relies solely on legs and roars, there is nothing simpler than the fermentation of natural disasters and plagues.
So good that he was still alive, Thrall just happened to run to the Southern Barrens. He wanted to understand why the Alliance suddenly reduced its forces. By the time he received the news, it was already the third day.
It's better now.
Not only were the living people infected and turned into zombies, but seeing the huge flaws in the tribe, some curse cultists and necromancers hidden in the tribe also began to act like monsters.
They command undead troops to attack various clans.
Of course, they didn't expect to destroy the entire tribe with these soldiers.
In desperation, their tactics became even more disgusting: after using ant possession tactics to massacre some powerful tribal warriors, they immediately sent these new death knights all the way to the west, running to the seaside and falling headlong.
That's right, the death knight doesn't need to breathe, just walk on the bottom of the sea and leave the tribe's controlled area.
After a long investigation, Thrall discovered that the Cult of the Damned had set up a portal on the west coast of Stonetalon Mountain in the north, sending these powerful new undead to Northrend.
"I'm so angry!" Sal was really furious.
It took a lot of effort to bring back a large group of helpers from the countryside. Before these alts could be raised, the Lich King actually cut the leeks in advance.
Do you think you are angry or not?
As for Thrall bringing the main force of the tribe to defeat these demonic undead troops, that is another story.
At this time, the Alliance Throne Meeting took place.
The tool elf Lor'themar is briefing the bosses on the situation:
"Nowadays, in addition to receiving plague boxes of unknown origin from major ports, there have been no less than a hundred plague poisoning incidents in the second and third level towns in the alliance, and a total of more than 500 cursed cultists have been arrested. After being tortured to extract confessions,
, the believers without exception mentioned the 'Wrath of the Lich King' and 'His Majesty the Lich King Terenas'."
"In combination with yesterday, our North Sea Fleet intercepted a force of six thousand skeletal raptors and gargoyles."
"The staff came to a unanimous conclusion - the fallen death knight Terenas Menethil, who had been silent before, is likely to have some kind of fusion of soul and body with the Lich King Ner'zhul. Now, he is carrying
More terrifying forces begin to affect the entire alliance."
After Lor'themar finished speaking, he bowed and took a step back.
McDonald, who was sitting on the front seat, had his fingers crossed and resting on his chin.
He loosened his hands and said seriously: "Gentlemen, the situation is very clear now. The undead king Terenas who destroyed half of the alliance back then is back. If we do nothing, or continue to resist passively.
Even if the Lich King does not continue to attack our homeland, it is likely to turn into endless harassment for centuries. Please seriously consider whether we are really incapable of reaching this point and want to leave this disaster to our descendants.
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A very motivating statement.
Even if everyone knows that once the Lich King is destroyed, McDonald will ascend the throne and even become the emperor, which will greatly affect the pattern of the alliance. But the Burning Legion does not give up, the ancient gods are constantly watching, and there are many foreign enemies.
Now, with the emergence of a powerful empire, it has become acceptable.
The big guys looked at each other and made their own decisions.
Ten minutes later, McDonald's officially announced:
"The decision to crusade against the Lich King and attack Northrend in the Northern Continent was unanimously approved by the leaders of the Throne Conference!"
