Hokage of Azeroth

The infected people fell into frenzy one after another, and their bodies were completely transformed into undead. They howled incessantly: "Ahhhh-"

"No, they have become undead!" the surrounding soldiers and priests shouted in horror.

Caught off guard, a priest who was trying to heal was immediately grabbed by the undead.

The undead around him swarmed forward, and soon the priest screamed in despair.

"Roar——" The undead transformed by the infected roared and charged towards the soldiers and priests.

The scene immediately became chaotic.

Most of the undead transformed by civilians were brainless zombies or skeletons with little fighting power. However, since they had just been residents of Hearthglen, the guards were inevitably reluctant to take action, wasting the opportunity, and chaos spread in the valley.

Hundreds of low-level undead, more or less.

For the defenders of Hearthglen, who were already surrounded by enemies on three sides, this was definitely a big trouble.

Under attack from both inside and outside, the originally solid defense line quickly became chaotic and casualties surged.

"Destroy them!" Alton pointed at the residents who had turned into undead and issued an order to the soldiers in the valley. He repeatedly emphasized, "They are no longer our compatriots. They must be destroyed immediately-immediately!"

"Yes!" The soldiers finally gritted their teeth and made up their minds, took up arms and killed their former compatriots.

Hundreds of undead were surrounded and strangled by tough soldiers!

After a while, most of the undead in the valley were wiped out, leaving only a few scattered ones that no longer posed a threat.

"No, don't kill me...I, I didn't become an undead!" A resident with rotten skin looked at the soldiers in front of him in horror, his voice trembling.

The soldier raised his weapon and hesitated for a while.

The resident knelt on the ground and begged again: "We had dinner together last month. We are friends... I haven't turned into an undead yet. Don't kill me, please."

Looking at his rotten skin that had begun to peel off, the soldier finally sighed: "I'm sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, the steel sword cut off the head of the resident.

Heads fall.

There was no hot blood gushing out from the broken neck of the corpse, only the smelly and dirty blood that slowly overflowed, as if squeezed out of a pustule.

Under the soldiers' steel swords, hundreds of undead in the valley were finally eliminated.

The disrupted defense line gradually regained its stability.

Another half hour passed, and the tide of the undead army finally receded, leaving only mountains of corpses, and the smell of blood and putrefaction rising into the sky.

Most of these corpses are undead, but there are also no less than a hundred corpses belonging to the defenders of Hearthglen.

The investigation team also paid the price of several deaths, including a high elf priest.

The filthy corpses of the incoming undead will naturally be transported outside the valley, piled up, and then burned.The corpses of the defenders were picked out and prepared for burial.

The disposal of the corpses of the undead transformed by the residents of the valley inevitably caused controversy.Some people advocated sending it outside and burning it, while others advocated burying it. The two parties were in a stalemate for a while.

In the end, Alsace came forward and made a compromise choice-find a separate place, hold a burial ceremony, and then burn it.

The defenders were carrying and cleaning up countless corpses. There was a gloomy and depressing atmosphere in Hearthglen, and no one would talk about anything unnecessary.

Arthas sat on a stone, holding a warhammer in his hand, and looked at the corpses being moved.

He saw some familiar faces among the corpses, such as his men, and the resident whose dining table he overturned.All these made him immersed in unspeakable thoughts.

Jaina came to him and called softly: "Arthas."

Only then did Arthas come back to his senses and turned to look at the friend he fell in love with: "Gianna..."

Although the mage did not need to charge into battle, the battle lasted for such a long time, and Jaina's body was inevitably stained with blood, and she looked more embarrassed than ever.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Arthas lowered his head and said: "I don't know when the attack of the undead will really end. If this continues, sooner or later we will be unable to hold on... inform Uther."

Jaina was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

As she said this, she stood up and started to cast a spell.

"Wait a minute." Alsace seemed to remember something, "Can you send Rowe over? He can move faster."

Jaina shook her head: "I don't have the ability to create a stable enough portal, so I can only teleport myself to Dalaran."

"Okay." Alsace sighed, "Waiting for your good news."

Jaina began to cast a spell. After a while, the spell was completed, and with a burst of teleportation magic, her figure disappeared, and she had already gone to Dalaran.

at dusk.

In Hearthglen, the gloomy atmosphere subsided slightly, and people began to prepare dinner.

Because they dared not eat foreign food, the food supply in Hearth Valley became tight again. From Alsace to ordinary soldiers and civilians, they all accepted unified food distribution and ate some coarse grains to satisfy their hunger.

Perhaps the good news is that since Hearthglen's population has shrunk and will surely continue to shrink, there should be no food crisis.

Of course, when it comes to the issue of food, Luo Wei is completely out of it.After all, he carries thousands of kilograms of food with him, and there is a wide variety of it.

While eating, Arthas asked: "Keltan, did all the residents infected by the plague turn into undead in the end?"

Brother Keltan's answer was slightly unexpected: "Not entirely, there are a few people who maintain a special state - I call them 'half-undead'. The defenders originally planned to kill them all, but I Part of it was left behind.”

"What do you mean by 'half-undead'?"

"That is to say, their bodies are no different from the undead. They have no heartbeat, no pulse, and are decaying day by day... But they still maintain their consciousness, at least they will not actively attack people." Brother Keltan said slowly, "It seems It’s not our magic that does it, but there’s something unique about them that we don’t know yet.”

Arthas thought for a while: "What will happen to them in the future? Will they recover?"

"I'm afraid not." Brother Keltan shook his head, "In fact, their bodies are already dead, and recovery is absolutely impossible."

After a pause, he continued: "According to my guess, there is a high probability that they will become undead. The best result is just to become a relatively mild undead."

Arthas frowned: "So... there is no cure for the undead plague?"

"I don't think there's any need to be so pessimistic. There should be a way, but we don't know it yet." Brother Keltan pondered.

"To put it simply, I think the 'half-undead' may be a breakthrough in curing the plague. We can gather the best priests, mages, alchemists and scholars on this continent and let them study together. I believe we can definitely find a solution. method."