The dead trees sprouted buds, and the weeds polluted by the plague sprouted new green.
The Scourge of the Undead has left Azeroth, the Forgotten in the Undercity have disappeared, the former opponents have disappeared, and the retired soldiers are working diligently.
Peace has returned to Azeroth, and the Plaguelands are reborn.
In recent days, there have been frequent noises in the catacombs of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. The tombkeepers saw a bright holy light rising into the sky. In conjunction with the Mogao Lei Light Forged Tauren led by Velen, the soldiers who believed in the holy light felt that
The Holy Light is getting closer and closer to me.
Amidst all the joy, no one knew that disaster was coming.
Robbie and Vanessa came to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel as guests. Looking at the happy smiling faces, Robbie said worriedly:
"How should I tell them that the light-forged orcs are coming, and their leader is Fording, and you will all become food."
Vanessa shook her head and said, "No one will believe your lies, they will just kick you out."
"That's quite polite." Robbie covered his forehead in worry: "Maybe we shouldn't wade into this muddy water. How many people here still believe that Fording is kind."
Vanessa looked around with bright eyes: "Now that we are here, we should do something."
"Do you have a way to make them believe disaster is coming?" Robbie asked.
Vanessa shook her head: "No."
Robbie was puzzled, and Vanessa smiled and said, "You have to understand that not everyone is devout in their beliefs. Most people believe in gold coins more than the Holy Light."
"gold?"
Vanessa got up, Robbie followed, and found the local sheriff.
After bribing twenty gold coins, Vanessa explained her purpose:
The Kingdom of Stormwind is experiencing good weather this year, and with the tax reductions and exemptions, the people are living a good life.
A large number of buildings destroyed in the Cataclysm needed to be repaired, but the kingdom was short of manpower and wanted to hire a large number of manpower in the Plaguelands.
Because the construction period is relatively long, Storm Kingdom not only provides generous wages, but can also provide housing and land for the workers' families.
With the help of the Sheriff, the news quickly spread throughout the Plague Land, and the generous benefits attracted the people. As for the belief in the Holy Light, after all, it was just a talk after dinner. The light of gold coins was far more attractive than the Holy Light.
"This is the charm of money." Vanessa said with a smile.
You must know that most of the residents of the Plague Land are soldiers who retired from the Silver Northern Expedition. Most of them are not locals and have no nostalgia for this land, so they cannot be considered to have left their homeland.
Many people gave up everything here without hesitation and took their families to the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Vanessa's actions attracted the attention of the dwarves of Ironforge.
Especially Moira Thaurissan, the daughter of King Bronzebeard, always feels that there is a conspiracy in this.
Ironforge also suffered heavy damage during the Cataclysm and also needs a large number of manpower.
Moira cannot guess Vanessa's conspiracy, but as long as she competes with it, it must be right.
As a result, Ironforge offered more favorable conditions to attract the people of the Plague Land.
In less than a month, the originally sparsely populated Plague Land lost two-thirds of its population.
On this day, Baron Maxwell Tyrossus walked into the Holy Light's Hope Chapel with a gloomy expression.
As one of the leaders of the Argent Dawn, Baron Tyrossus was inevitably ostracized after the Argent Dawn joined the Argent Crusade, and was never able to touch the core of the Argent Crusade.
Fording sent him to a remote area to stay with those unnoticed sentry towers, which made him lucky enough to escape repeated defeats and successfully survive.
After returning to the Plaguelands, the Baron has been working hard to rebuild Lordaeron, but he did not expect to be backstabbed by Stormwind City and Ironforge.
The massive loss of population made all plans go to waste, and the baron felt a sigh of relief in his heart.
"Jessica, a glass of morning dew."
The beautiful hotel proprietress brought morning dew wine, and the baron drank it in one gulp. As the power of the wine dissipated, he felt much more relaxed.
"The Kingdom of Stormwind and those greedy dwarves have gone too far."
The baron slammed the counter hard and muttered: "It would be great if Lordaeron could be restored to its kingdom."
Jessica smiled softly: "It's a pity that King Terenas doesn't have a suitable heir, Arthas won't talk about it, and his sister's situation is not good either."
The Baron shook his head stubbornly: "Holy Light, there must never be another undead queen in the Undercity."
Jessica hesitated and said: "Maybe we can find a new candidate, such as a nobleman who is related to the royal family."
The baron thought carefully for a while. Most of the nobles in Lordaeron were reduced to undead natural disasters. The surviving nobles either betrayed humanity or were alienated from the royal family. He sighed and said:
"It would be great if Fording is still alive."
Jessica frowned: "I think you should know best what Fording has done to humans."
"But who knows? After all, he is highly respected." The Baron said indifferently: "I dreamed about Fording last night, and he said he would come back to lead us to continue fighting."
"This is really a terrifying nightmare." Jessica poured another glass of morning dew.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed over the Holy Light's Hope Chapel.
The heroic spirits deep underground screamed in pain, as if the end was coming.
The Baron and Jessica felt everything around them shaking. Jessica screamed and fell to the ground. The Baron rushed over, picked up Jessica and rushed out of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel.
The soldiers at Holy Light's Hope Chapel seemed to be stunned, looking in one direction dreamily.
A gap opened in the sky, and golden light slowly fell down, like a small sun.
The baron said blankly: "This is the holy light!"
As the little sun slowly set, everyone finally saw clearly. It turned out that there was a huge golden stone door wrapped in strong holy light.
The stone door fell towards the Plague Scar near the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. This was a low-lying land that was originally filled with rainwater, but it evaporated almost instantly.
The earth trembled violently, the golden stone door was firmly fixed at the bottom of the Plague Trace, and a vortex on the door slowly rotated.
The baron and his soldiers approached cautiously. The golden stone door was engraved with symbols representing the holy light, which made them relax their vigilance.
A tall figure stepped through the portal, his body wrapped in strong holy light, grabbed a soldier next to the baron, and bit his neck in one bite.
"Haha, the familiar smell, the meat of the New Light Forged Orcs makes me sick."
The baron was startled and quickly drew out the sword from his waist. In front of him was a light-forged orc. The baron recognized the weapon on the orc's back.
Gorehowl, he is Grom Hellscream.
"It's the orcs. They're back and ready to fight." The baron ordered loudly.
"Maxwell, who are you going to fight?" came a familiar voice. The Baron saw Fording and walked out of the portal carrying the Ashbringer.
"Fording, the great Fording is back."
The soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition burst into tears. They forgot about the orcs in front of them and their companions who were being eaten. They only had the admiration for Fording in their hearts.
The baron frowned secretly, but had to put away his weapon.
Behind Fording, a large group of light-forged orcs walked out of the portal. Fording pointed at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel:
"From now on, this is your canteen, and they are all your food."