Hokage of Azeroth

The gate of Hearth Valley gradually appeared in Rowe's field of vision. He looked at the valleys on both sides, and the last step of the "Love and Family" series of tasks could not help but appear in his mind...

This used to be Fording's territory.

Unfortunately, the exiled Lafayette is probably hiding in the valleys of the Eastern Plague Land and farming.

"Prince Alsace." An officer came out to greet him, "I am Alton in charge of defense. It is an honor to meet you."

"Hello." Arthas nodded, and then asked, "How are you doing in Hearthglen?"

"We have been attacked several times by the undead, and they never seem to be able to kill them all. Fortunately, Hearthglen is as solid as a rock. Unless the undead send out a hundred times more troops to attack continuously, they will never be able to break through our defense line." Alton Said confidently.

Arthas: "Indeed, Hearthglen is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and even the undead have no ability to break through."

Alton smiled again and said: "Originally, our food supply was a little tight, but very fortunately, just the day before yesterday, we purchased enough food from a caravan, and the price was quite cheap. Now we no longer need to What are you worried about?"

The faces of the people in the investigation team changed drastically after hearing this.

"Where is the food?!" Alsace stared, "Did you distribute it?"

Alton was startled: "Of course, Your Highness... You don't have to worry. This is a special period. No one will waste or withhold supplies. Every household in Hearthglen has received food."

Veins sprouted out on Alsace's forehead.

Without saying a word, he rushed into Hearthglen, found a nearby house, and pushed open the door.

"Are you eating newly purchased grain?" Alsace asked, startling the family of three who were eating.

"Yes, sir...what's wrong?" the civilian said carefully, taking another bite of bread.

Arthas rushed up and overturned the dining table: "Stop eating, you will become undead soon!"

"What, what!" The civilians panicked.

Alsace knew that it was useless to talk to them. He clenched his fists and left the house. He returned to Alton and said through gritted teeth, "Are you all idiots? At this time, which normal businessman would sell you grain at a cheap price?" You can’t eat these grains, otherwise you will become undead if you eat them!”

Alton was also very frightened: "Can food spread the plague? This... we don't know."

Alsace was helpless and immediately ordered: "Take back the distributed food, immediately!"

Brother Keltan stepped forward and said, "Gather all the people who have eaten this food, and I will see if I can cure them."

"I'll go right away." Alton left in a hurry.

Arthas glanced at the Keltan monks and said in a low voice, "I hope the Holy Light will protect them."

The soldiers of Hearthglen quickly took back all the newly purchased food and gathered those who had eaten the food.

Fortunately, the number of people who have eaten plague food is not particularly large, only a few hundred, mostly civilians.

They were semi-forced by the guards to gather in an open space, talking to each other in fear.

"Your Highness, what should we do with these people?" Alton asked.

Staring at the hundreds of civilians in front of him, Arthas was silent for a long time, and then looked at Brother Keltan: "Monk, can you do it?"

"I... try." Brother Keltan only said.

Then he led several priests towards the crowd and began to use various holy light magics in turn, trying to drive away the plague that had not yet occurred on the civilians.

A few days flew by.

The priests' magic seemed to have no effect.

The symptoms of these people who ate plague food evolved quickly. From the beginning, everything was normal, and soon they became dull and confused.

After a few days, most people began to show obvious characteristics of the undead. Their bodies were rotting, the stench was overwhelming, and their consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

"My body is rotting!"

"I'm so hungry, I want to eat fresh meat..."

"Priest, save us!" they howled in terror.

"What to do, Keltan, we have tried all methods!" The priests are exhausted, but the symptoms of the plague among the residents show no signs of easing.

"Let me think again!" Brother Keltan said weakly, and the residents' wails that became more and more like the undead made him sweat profusely.

Captain Farric stood next to Arthas, staring nervously at the infected residents: "Your Highness, they are about to become undead..."

"I know." Arthas clenched his fists.

"What should we do, Your Highness, should we... take action early?" Captain Maween hesitated.

Arthas was silent for a long time, his gloomy eyes flashing repeatedly, and finally said: "At least so far, they are still the people of Lordaeron."

At this moment, there was a sudden noise at the gate.

"Assault! Assault!"

"The undead are coming!"

In the past few days, Hearthglen has been attacked by the undead from time to time. These are small-scale harassments, and everyone does not make a fuss. They immediately devote themselves to defense and fight against the undead.

However, they soon discovered that this attack was different from the past.

The previous attacks were not large in scale, and the attacking undead basically only attacked one door.

This time, the undead army not only increased in number significantly, but also advanced in three directions. The main gate, east gate, and west gate were attacked almost at the same time, which increased the pressure on the defenders.

"Reinforcement!" More soldiers rushed to the front line of the battle.

Alsace's investigation team was also dispersed to three entrances to resist the invasion of the undead.

As one of the mages with the ability to summon blizzards, Marissa needs to move back and forth between the three gates, and Luo Wei follows her throughout the process to ensure that she can cast spells with peace of mind.

Two hours later, the battle was still not over. The undead army was still attacking the three gates of Hearthglen, causing unprecedented casualties to the defenders.

Fortunately, the defenders took turns taking charge, and relying on Hearthglen's terrain advantages, the defense line was relatively stable and showed no signs of collapse.

Until a desperate and terrifying wail suddenly sounded from Hearthglen.

"Uh uh... help me... Pastor... please help me... I... I can't stand it!"

A plague-infected person with severe symptoms covered his face with his hands and looked up to the sky, roaring crazily.

As if he was trying to pick off a stain, he suddenly dug his fingers into his face, and then scraped viciously. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and even one eyeball was pulled out!

"No, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," he almost scratched the flesh and blood from his face, but his movements did not stop at all, and he continued to pick at it viciously, while howling incessantly.

The muddy words turned into howls that were no different from those of beasts. The brutal sound even tore his rotten throat, and the sound blew the smelly blood flying out from the crack in his neck!