Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 216: 39. Demonic Plague Recitation: Sneaking into the night with the wind, harming people silently - [Additional 15]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [1/5])
While Diakum and Nari were enjoying their first truly passionate "body and soul connection," a protracted pursuit had just ended in the Steamsand Port in the far south of another continent.

Maraad was panting, leaning on the Hammer of the Naaru. Nobundo beside him was slumped on the ground, throwing aside the low-key yet luxurious Karabor Crystal Tower hammer. The jeweled round shield in his hand had been completely shattered by the attack of evil magic.

In addition to the two of them, several fully armed Quicksand Guardian Elves holding Desert Reaver Thorns were also seriously injured.

If it was just a fleeing Nathrezim lord, these Quicksand warriors wouldn't be in such a mess.

The main reason was that after "The Slaughterer" Sorennor realized that he was being hunted, he decisively used the Dreadlords' signature trick. After escaping from Gadgetzan to Steamwheedle Port, this bastard used mental magic to confuse a large group of tough sailors as his servants and set a trap.

The righteous people came here to slay the demons, but they cannot kill innocent people along with them.

The fight lasted for a long time, and finally Maraad seized the opportunity. While Nobundo was calling on the elements to trap the Nathrezim, my uncle used the Holy Judgment of the Lightforged to give the guy a fatal blow.

The only thing left of the Nathrezim Lord who was expelled from the material world was his corrupt and evil magical armor that fell to the ground. The psychic screams caused by his death made many innocent people scream while covering their heads, but the good news was that those who were controlled by the mental spells finally regained consciousness.

"You guys with long hooves are quite good at fighting!"

A "big black bull" wearing a captain's hat and a white smock but covered in blood was leaning against a cargo box nearby.

This sturdy minotaur warrior and pirate grinned and opened a bottle of rum, took a sip to suppress the pain, then threw the flask to the adjutant beside him and punched him hard. Well, that guy was also a big black bull.

Don’t ask why the Tauren from Desolace would become pirates. The answer is just to make a living.

However, apart from the two Black Bull brothers, the other pirates were of various races. Most of them were humans who couldn't make it in the eastern continent, a small number were goblins, and there were a few rare troll pirates.

"Sorry, I was a little too rough just now."

Maradra pulled Nobundo up, shouldered his warhammer, and stepped forward, extending his hand to the tauren, saying:
"This is a matter of justice and there is no room for hesitation."

"Yeah, who the hell would have thought there was a demon hiding on my ship? What the hell! Being controlled by its spell is like drinking dozens of bottles of cheap wine in one breath and then vomiting all over the place. My head hurts."

The pirate leader Kara Cape grabbed the hand of the Draenei and let the sturdy blue-skinned man pull him up. He looked at his broken sword, touched his broken horn, and looked at the messy warehouse.

The guy sighed with a gloomy look on his face and said:
"Never mind, today is just my bad luck. You helped us get rid of those devil bastards and saved us from being killed. I will remember this favor.

If you need help in Steamwheedle Port, just tell me your name. 'Cape Boss' is pretty effective around here. But you have to take away all the nasty stuff this demon left behind! I don't want to deal with any of these dangerous things.

"this is necessary."

Maraad stepped forward and called on the Holy Light to purify the fel armor left by the Nathrezim, while the Quicksand Guardians took the demon's emblem back to Cenarion Hold and gave it to General Staghelm.

Just as everyone was busy, Nobundo, who was sitting on a cargo box to rest, suddenly heard a familiar cough.

He turned around suddenly and saw a goblin pirate under Kara Cape holding his chest and coughing bitterly. The shaman keenly noticed that there were gray spots on the goblin's arms.

"Oh no! It's infected with the demonic plague!"

Nobundo jumped up and shouted:

"Everyone else, stay away and don't get close to it!"

Upon hearing the word plague, the other pirates immediately jumped out. Nobundo quickly stepped forward to check on the goblin who was coughing non-stop. After pulling up his sleeve, the gray spots on his arm were shocking to see.

As the pirate leader, Cape Boss immediately noticed that several people in the crowd looked unhappy, so he rushed forward, grabbed the collars of those guys and pulled them apart.

Sure enough, these human pirates also had the same spots on their bodies.

"Boss, I have some on my arm too."

The pirate first mate "Mr. Heavy Punch", who was nearly vomiting blood after being hit by Maraad's hammer, whispered to the Cape Boss with a grim expression:
"It wasn't there yesterday. It must be that devil's doing. I was wondering why I was so weak today. I couldn't even defeat a blue-skinned hoof monster."

"Wake up, you can't beat him under normal circumstances! He's a legend, don't try to touch him."

Haijiao cursed.

But as a pirate leader who roamed the seas, the Black Bull Pirate immediately realized that something was wrong. He said to Maraad, who had a serious expression on his face:
"We minotaurs are a race blessed by the Earth Mother. Ordinary plagues can't infect us at all! What exactly is this 'demon plague'? Why can it infect everyone regardless of race?"

"It's a plague developed by demons. Its power comes from our world. It has a strong infectious property against all life and will cause your spirit, strength, and body to degenerate."

Maraad briefly introduced:

"The elven warriors in Silithus Fortress were all contaminated by the plague spread by the demons. That's why we hunted this Nathrezim. You've been with it for two days and one night, so you must have been infected.

But don't worry, Nobundo is looking for a way to control the plague. If we can get the Forest Elf Sages from our world to come over, these plague spores will be quickly controlled. But what I'm worried about now is that this damn Dreadlord came to Steamwheedle Port even when he was being hunted, and he may have other purposes!

Can I inspect your goods?
I suspect it will use shipping here to spread the disease around the world."

"Zhao! This is really terrible!"

Although he was a pirate doing business without any capital investment, the boss of Cape was still shocked when he heard that the devil plague had infected the whole world.

There was no need for Maraad to do it himself. Haijiao picked up a crowbar and opened the cargo that was about to be loaded on the ship. He took out a bottle of goblin-brewed rum and threw it to the shaman. Nobundo unscrewed the lid and poured out a little to check it with elemental magic.

After a moment, he nodded with a dark face and said:

"There are demonic plague spores in this wine. That demon has been hiding in Steamwheedle Port for two days! Quick, contact the local port authority to find out where all the ships that left the port have gone these past two days."

Maraad and Cape rushed out, and when they arrived at the Steamwheedle Port Authority, they pushed the door open and saw two goblin employees fighting like barbarians. Although their appearance had not changed, the turbidity and irritability in their eyes showed no trace of the goblins' former shrewdness and cunning.

"The plague has degraded their minds and turned them into beasts. This is the power of the plague!"

Maraad separated the two goblins and said to the frightened Cape Boss:
"If it's not controlled, your brothers will suffer the same fate. The demonic plague won't just infect your bodies. This vicious thing will turn all patients back to their most primitive state of weakness.

fast!
Check the Port Authority's records to see how many ships have left the port in the past few days."

Haijiao immediately grabbed the thick record book. A moment later, the fearless Tauren pirate, who had been to the Tol Dagor Black Prison in Kul Tiras and had seen a lot of the world, said tremblingly:
"Treasure Coast, Kul Tiras, Razorkeep, Southshore, Menethil Harbor, even the Howling Fjord in the North and the Vrykul port in the Broken Isles. Furthermore, the records here say that the dreadlord disguised as a dwarf was here half a month ago!
Steam Sand Port is the largest port in the South China Sea and the most prosperous commercial distribution center in the world.
Finished!

Blanch!
The world is ending.”

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"Be quiet! Don't move, or I'll throw you into the sea."

On the South China Sea route, a small Kul Tiras warship had just intercepted a smuggling ship. The captain of the ship was escorting a group of dejected goblin smugglers onto his ship. He shouted to his sailors on the deck:
"His Majesty Daelin is sending our invincible fleet to Stormwind Kingdom to aid in the war. They'll be passing by here soon. We want to pay our respects to the warriors who defend human civilization! The rum these bastards smuggled is perfect for the fleet as supplies."

"Yes, yes, you are far-sighted."

The quartermaster came over with two bottles of wine, handed one to the captain, and said:

"Look, they still have Gold Rum from Steamwheedle Port in their crates, and that's a hot commodity.

These damn goblins have violated the laws of Kul Tiras many times. They are not allowed to smuggle alcohol. A group of smugglers are hanged on the gallows in Boralus Port every week, but these guys still take the risk.

Humph, Tol Dagor Prison is definitely going to be bustling with activity now."

"These greenskins who are obsessed with money should all be hanged. They actually dared to compete with us for the South China Sea route."

There was a cold glint in the old captain's eyes.

He unscrewed the bottle of gold rum in his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it. The authentic aroma made the captain nod with satisfaction. He took a sip and threw the bottle to the sailors beside him.

But soon, the captain noticed that the goblins being escorted aboard were coughing constantly.

"What's wrong with them? Are they sick?" The vigilant old captain immediately waved his hand and said:

"Send the medical officer over to take a look."

A few minutes later, the ship's medical officer came forward and reported:

"It's some kind of special disease, possibly contagious. The goblins all have gray patches on their bodies. We don't know if it can be transmitted to humans. Do we need to use 'special measures'?"

"We are civilized people, Medical Officer. How can we throw them all into the sea? They are just smugglers, not pirates. They don't need such cruel punishment."

The captain shook his head and said:

"Throw a few boats and bottles of wine from their ships. Kul Tiras has shown mercy, now let them pray to the sea for mercy.

By the way, please ask the Tide Sage on board to clean our ship and spoils. This must be completed before we rendezvous with the First Fleet.

I don't want this damn infectious disease to harm our brave sailors. It is said that the commander of the First Fleet to support Stormwind Kingdom is Prince Drake Proudmoore, the heir to the throne recognized by His Majesty Daelin.

Since we have been drafted, we must perform well and strive to achieve meritorious service and bring honor to our family."

"Shall we go directly to Stormwind Harbor?"

The first mate came over and asked:

"That place can't hold the First Fleet, right?"

"Maybe we should go to Booty Bay first, resupply there and punish the dishonest goblin consortium. Then, we'll head north to the Western Plains and enter the Stormwind Kingdom's inland waters, guided by the Western Lighthouse."

The old captain stroked the compass beside him. He hesitated for a moment and whispered to the first mate:

"Please tidy up the cabin on the way. I heard that His Majesty Ryan of Stormwind Kingdom sent a letter to our king requesting assistance in evacuating civilians. At that time, a third-rate ship like ours may be required to carry out transportation missions."

"what?"

The first mate pushed his military cap and said in surprise:
"Has the situation gotten this bad? Could it possibly cause the proud and isolated people of Stormwind to evacuate on their own initiative?"

"Who knows."

The old captain shook his head and said:

"We are soldiers, we just need to follow orders. You watch here, I'll go back and prepare."

After saying that, the captain walked towards his own captain's room to change into his military uniform for reporting later. However, he coughed after entering the captain's room. He patted his strong body in confusion, cursed a few words about the strong wind in the South China Sea, and then didn't care.

Men of the sea have always been heroic, and the Kul Tirans have strong bodies enough to allow them to face any wind and rain, but the tidesages on the ship soon discovered the problem.

These unique believers, who derive from the Kul Tirans' worship of the sea, are like a combination of priests and shamans. They can call upon the elements for battle and draw divine power from the tides. They are the most important pillar of support for the Kul Tiran fleet to traverse the sea, and every warship is equipped with at least one tidesage.

Their duties in the military were demanding, but also respectable.

On ships of other factions, the first mate will take over command when the captain is injured, but on the Kul Tiras side, when the captain is unable to perform his duties, command will be transferred to the tidesage first.

This is their tradition.

"There's something wrong with this ship! There's something wrong with the cargo on it!"

The robed tidesage circled the goblin smuggling ship and turned back to his apprentice holding the incense burner and called out:
"Quick! Report to the captain immediately. The tide is warning me that there is a dark force on this ship. Tell them not to touch the goblins' cargo! The dark force is hidden within."

When the news reached the warship, the captain rushed into the cabin in horror, and then saw the sailors who were not on duty drinking the moonshine seized from the goblins.

Done
He coughed, realizing that he might be doomed this time.

But the captain was an old soldier after all, and he reacted immediately and asked the Sage of the Tide to send a signal to the First Fleet, asking them not to approach this sea area.

A moment later, on the Pride of Boralus, the flagship of Kul Tiras's first fleet, the young and brave Prince Drake Proudmoore heard the important news. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief to make his cough sound less loud, and said:

"So, the sailors on the Valiant were also infected with this strange disease?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Tidesage Master Thomas Zelling sighed and said:
"This strange disease appeared a few days ago. A large number of civilians in Boralus Harbor also showed signs of weakness and gray patches on their bodies, just like the sailors in our fleet. It's obviously highly contagious.

It doesn't appear to be fatal at the moment, but it's hard to say if this is an early symptom.

I suggest that we return home immediately. Given the current situation of the First Fleet, let alone supporting the Storm Kingdom, I'm afraid we won't be able to protect ourselves if we continue sailing like this.

and"

The master looked around and whispered to the serious-looking prince:

"I communicated with Haichao, and he told me that the same situation has occurred in Nanhai Town and Menethil Harbor. While Stormwind Kingdom was being invaded by greenskins, a plague was gradually spreading in the northern border.

This is a conspiracy!
It's a terrible conspiracy, and we haven't yet determined who unleashed this plague."

"Your Highness, ahem, urgent news from the front!"

Just as His Royal Highness was talking to Master Tide Sage, his guard pushed open the door of the captain's cabin and reported while coughing:

"The goblins and the wealthy owner of Booty Bay have sent envoys, inviting us to Booty Bay."

"invite?"

The prince frowned and said:
"What do they want?"

"Help! Your Highness, the goblins are calling for help."

The guard said weakly:

"They reported that a terrible plague had swept the Treasure Coast. The infected goblins were losing their minds and attacking each other. The place was in chaos. The wealthy man begged the Tidesages for support, saying he was willing to give us one-tenth of his wealth to help him overcome this disaster."

"hiss"

Prince Drake and Master Tide Sage gasped at the same time.

The plague sweeping across the South China Sea must be truly terrifying, as it can make a wealthy goblin voluntarily offer one-tenth of his wealth to beg for help.

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"what?"

At night, after fooling around for most of the day and feeling relieved of all the stress, Diakum and Nari returned to Stormwind City hand in hand. They received terrible news from the wizard Marin who was anxiously waiting for them.

The Vigilant stared at the Mage and said seriously:
"Repeat that. What's happening near the dwarven ports in the wetlands and Southshore? A strange plague? Is this an attack from the Church of the Cursed?"

"Demon Plague! Dick, it's the Demon Plague! The patient has gray spots on his body, coughing and weakness, and his mind is confused and he has difficulty thinking. These are the typical symptoms of the Demon Plague."

Nari held her boyfriend's hand tightly and said:

"This is the devil's method. This is going to be bad!"

(End of this chapter)