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Without hesitation, he stepped down, burying the zombie's hands and arms in the mud, while the captured orc began to try to save himself.

After a struggle, the captured orc finally managed to free his foot. Before he could even catch his breath, a short but distinctly orcish scream reached their ears.

"Assemble!! Defend!!!"

So when Tennys arrived at the village, the following scene greeted her.

Fewer than ten orcs, still wearing their prison uniforms and wielding a jumble of weapons, formed a circle and desperately defended themselves against the villagers outside the circle who were clearly not alive. Meanwhile, the villagers who were already dead roared and used their cold flesh and blood to charge at the orcs' defenses, again and again.

"So this is the effect of the plague... turning the living into the undead... These orcs slaughtered this village, only to be outmaneuvered by the plague. Should I say that fate is truly an interesting thing?"

Tannis, with another memory being injected into her mind, narrowed her eyes, snapped her fingers, and two G1 Coronas appeared behind her.

"It seems we need to intervene a little."

————————————————In the village————————————————————

The orc captain felt like he was going crazy.

He originally thought that he could lead his old buddies, who had escaped from the shelter during the chaos, to plunder enough food and weapons, find a good place to hide, and then use the half-baked sorcery he had learned to perform several blood sacrifices to gain powerful strength. However, he encountered this terrible thing in the first village he plundered!

'When did humans start having the habit of implanting magic into their civilians, turning them into undead upon death?'

The orc captain brandished his dulled sword, mechanically waving his arm to drive away the surrounding zombies. His mind, in a state of chaos, was racing with random thoughts. He didn't know how long he could hold out, or even if he would survive.

Suddenly, a wisp of blue air swept in from afar and rushed into the horde of zombies. The zombies struck by this airflow fell to the ground, their skin torn and bleeding.

"Reinforcements?"

The thought had barely crossed the orc captain's mind when two cube-like objects fell into the orcs' midst. Hearing the ticking sound from the two cubes, the orc captain, who at least knew their value, was terrified.

"Goblin bomb??"

"No, they are the pursuers."

Tannis's somewhat 'rustic' orc language reached the orc captain's ears. Before the orc captain could turn his head to look at Tannis's location, the indicator lights on the two Pursuers' heads turned red. Instinctively, the orc captain grabbed his comrade next to him and shielded him in front of him.

"boom!!!!"

—————————————————A few minutes later——————————————————

Since the orcs and the horde of walkers had already fought to the death before Tannis arrived, Tannis didn't have to exert much effort. She easily blasted all the walkers, who were almost unrecognizable as human, into pieces, and left only the orc captain, who was still breathing, alive as a prisoner.

Looking at the orc captain she had dragged aside, who was barely alive and bound hand and foot, Tanis frowned and thought for a few seconds. She took out a signal flare from her bag, lit it, and then sat down against a tree.

About half an hour later, the sound of horses' hooves reached Tennys' ears.

"You're here?"

Tanis jumped to the treetop and looked in the direction from which the sound came. She easily saw the Lordaeron banners fluttering in the wind, and some rising dust.

"Quick reaction. It seems the military in Lordaeron has really been driven to the brink of paranoia by the new orcish horde lately..."

Tannis muttered something to herself and jumped down from the tree to continue waiting.

VI. Meeting with Arthas

"Thank you so much for avenging the people of Lordaeron, Miss Tanis."

A very handsome and sunny paladin, with golden hair like gold and eyes as blue as the sky, wearing silver plate armor and a holy covenant hanging at his waist, slightly raised his hand to express his gratitude to Tannis in the manner of a paladin.

“It is what I should do, Prince Arthas.”

Looking at the handsome and sunny young man in front of her, Tennys found it hard to understand why her fragmented memories were frantically warning her to avoid getting involved with him. However, since she had a pretty good understanding that her fragmented memories revealed important moments in the future, Tennys decided to be cautious.

"No, please allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the people of Lordaeron. Without your intervention, I cannot imagine how much harm these orcs would have caused to my people."

"Um...actually, I think if I don't take action, these orcs probably won't be able to leave this village alive."

Tanis's answer caused a flicker of doubt to cross Arthas's eyes.

"Well, it's hard to explain with words alone. Let's go find Lord Uther. I believe he has already noticed that something is wrong."

—————————————The Morgue Tent——————————————————

When Arthas and Tanys found Uther, the Grand Paladin was examining the villagers' remains, which were neatly arranged but could be described as utterly mangled, with a furrowed brow.

"Teacher Uther."

Arthas's voice roused Uther from his thoughts.

"It's His Highness the Prince... and Miss Tennys."

Uther stood up, leaning on his warhammer, his brow still furrowed.

"Is there something wrong with these bodies, teacher?"

Arthas felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Uther's expression.

“It’s not just a problem, it’s a huge problem. According to my examination, the vast majority of their wounds were inflicted after death, which means that these poor villagers have been manipulated by evil necromancy.”

"Necromantic magic? Was it done by those orcs?"

Arthas gripped the holy book at his waist, his rage burning as he witnessed the murder and desecration of the corpse.

"No, some of the wounds on the orcs captured by Miss Tanis were caused by walkers, and we also found orc corpses with their necks bitten off by walkers in some rooms."

"this......"

Arthas frowned as well. Uther's words made it clear that the necromancer who desecrated corpses was someone else.

“Miss Tanis, you know something, otherwise you wouldn’t have come all the way with His Highness the Prince to find me.”

Uther looked at Tannis, and Tannis nodded.

"Yes."

————————————————Central Army Tent——————————————————

"Miss Tanis, are you saying that the source of this necromancy phenomenon might be food contaminated by the plague?"

After listening to Tanis's description and speculation, Arthas couldn't help but slam his hands on the table, almost leaving imprints.

"Well, at least the grain purchased from Ratchet has been sampled and tested, and it has been confirmed that there are problems with it. Therefore, I hope to be able to return it at cost price."

"I will discuss the return issue with the officials in charge of selling the grain. However, I would like to know which granary you purchased the grain from?"

Uther spoke in a deep voice.

"Andohar, the Great Granary".

When Tannis uttered the place name, Uther gasped, while Arthas smashed the table in his hand.

"Andorhal is the largest granary city in the Lordaeron Empire! If there's a problem with the food there... then a large part of Lordaeron's residential areas will be affected!"

As he spoke, Uther looked at Arthas.

"We must act swiftly and set off immediately to ascertain the safety of the grain in the Andorhal granary. Also, Miss Tanis, I would like to ask for your assistance."

Uther's request took Tannis somewhat by surprise, and instinctively, having already resolved most of the issues surrounding the Ratchet deal, Tannis wanted to refuse.

However, Uther's eyes clearly told Tanis—without help, there was no return of the goods. Grain trade was one of Lordaeron's major transactions; if this matter wasn't handled properly, the Kingdom of Lordaeron's revenue could potentially shrink by 20%!

After weighing the pros and cons, Tennys made her decision.

"The fee for hiring me is a bit expensive, are you sure, High Knight Uther?"

"Of course, I will sign the contract in accordance with the practices of the Hot Sands Consortium."

"Then I have no further questions."

——————————————A magical dividing line————————————————

After leaving Uther's central command tent, Arthas's face remained grim; undoubtedly, the plague was causing him great distress.

"Your Highness Arthas, there's no use in worrying. Your most important task now is to make thorough preparations and go to resolve the troubles in Andorhal."

"Ah, yes... I know..."

Arthas exhaled, forcibly controlling his emotions. At that moment, the necklace around his neck lit up.

"Communication magic?"

"Ah."

Arthas didn't avoid Tannis and activated the necklace directly. Immediately, a pleasant female voice came from the necklace.

"Arthas, are you alright, my teacher, Archmage Antonidas, the Council of Six of Dalaran? He has sent me to Lordaeron to investigate a hidden plague that has recently spread rapidly across the land. I will be departing soon, and I hope to receive your assistance then, Jaina."

The necklace's light dimmed, and Arthas's brow relaxed, seemingly pleased with the prospect of meeting Jaina again.

"I know now is not the time to pour cold water on things, but don't you think things are really that serious?"

Tannis's voice rang in Arthas's ears.

"how?"

"A magical kingdom like Dalaran has been drawn to this plague, even sending the esteemed Princess Jaina. What are the chances that there isn't a powerful spellcaster behind this?"

Arthas was silent for a few seconds, then raised his warhammer.

“I swear, I will crush the bastard who spread this plague to pieces and turn his bones to dust.”

7. Jaina, the Sea Queen

"Your Highness, do you wish to lead a rapid deployment force as an advance party to Andorhal for reconnaissance?"

Uther put down the documents in his hand and looked at Arthas, who had come to ask him for the warrant.

“Yes, Professor Uther, Jaina contacted me not long ago. She has been appointed by Dalaran as their special envoy to investigate this plague. I believe that since Dalaran considers this plague a great threat, we shouldn't waste our time.”

"Has Dalaran already noticed this plague...?"

Uther frowned and thought for a few seconds before looking at Arthas, who was looking at him expectantly.

"I grant your request, Your Highness."

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Upon receiving Uther's order, Prince Arthas immediately entered the barracks, selected dozens of skilled archers and horsemen, and two centurions proficient in various combat techniques. He provided them with the best standard equipment, enough rations for 15 days, and even arranged for each of them to have two warhorses. The soldiers, knowing they would have the great honor of fighting alongside Prince Arthas, were eager and highly motivated.