The rebels, who had lost their demon master, finally recognized their defeat and abandoned their weapons to the queen's fate.
The rebels blocking the valley mouth of Deathstroke also withdrew from their positions, leaving the ecstatic banshees to join the Dark Lady in victory.
In the days that followed, a brutal purge began, and all officers who had taken part in the rebellion were removed from their posts and replaced by new legionnaires who had proven their loyalty in battle.
Through this purge, Sylvanas cemented her dominance in the Undercity and built up an army of absolute loyalty.
But all this has little to do with the adventurers.
Although the Banshee King was gracious enough to stay, the adventurers really struggled to adapt to the dark life of the Undercity.
They hit the road again the day after the rebellion was quelled.
Brian?
Copperbeard walked with them, and after the misadventures of the Undercity, the dwarves no longer wanted to travel alone, especially in the undead-infested region of Old Lordaeron, which was too unsafe.
He decided to go with the adventurers first, passing through Andohar in the Western Plaguelands, then eastward along the southern shore of Lake Daron Mere, and finally south through the Poison Mist Canyon between the mountains to the Eagle's Nest in the Hinterland region, the territory of his distant relatives, the Hammer Dwarves, who for the enthusiastic dwarves would be almost as good as home.
"If you have time, you should really go to Eagle's Nest Mountain, Hinterland is full of dense oak, pine and maple trees, as well as haughty griffins, fat brown bears and stupid owls, and if you want to find some excitement, you can also hunt evil branch trolls," the enthusiastic dwarf looked at the unhappy orc, and quickly explained, "You know, unlike the dark spear trolls who joined the tribe, the evil branch trolls are notoriously cannibals, and you won't like these guys." ” "I've heard that the Tooth Trolls who have recently joined the tribe are also sworn enemies with them, and they often fight back and forth."
He added.
"I've heard of the Tooth Trolls, who sent emissaries to Orgrimmar after the formation of Thrall's tribe and made a pact with us to support each other," the orc recalled, "and I was very impressed that their patriarch was a female troll, which was very rare among the Troll clans. ” "Then you should go to Hinterland, I bet you won't regret being there."
The dwarf warmly recommended.
A few days later, they passed through the rudimentary and fragile barrier of the undead and entered the poisonous western plaguelands.
The environment here is even harsher than the gloomy Tirisfal Glades, with barren land, dead trees, and a stinking, dusky fog that not even sunlight can penetrate to the ground all year round.
If it weren't for the fruits provided by the druids to resist the plague, they wouldn't even dare to step into this hellish place.
The Western Plaguelands are not the original name of the region, it was originally made up of the grain-rich Andorhar, the island of Keldaron in the center of Lake Daron Mill in the east, and the Valley of the Hearths surrounded by mountains in the north, but after the Scourge War, this place of death and plague received its sad new name.
They walked cautiously through the dim mist, not even daring to go far from the main road, and even the orcs, who had always been reckless, restrained a lot.
All creatures in this place are hostile to outsiders, whether it is a brown bear that has become extraordinarily violent due to the plague, or a spider that has become gigantic due to a mutation, and has a thirst for fresh flesh and blood.
Listening to the low roar of the dense forest in the distance, the druid could clearly feel the pain of these plague-tormented animals, which made his hatred for the Scourge even stronger.
Even more angry than him was the Minotaur Shaman, because the plague of the Scourge Legion had polluted not the sky, but even the earth had been corrupted, and many places had now become barren, and the most famous food-producing area of the Kingdom of Lordaeron had long since become barren, with dead forests and rotten farmland, and the land here had not been able to produce new plants for many years.
As a messenger of Mother Earth, he could empathize with Serrazane's wrath better than anyone else.
"These damn Scourge Legions!"
Along the way, the irascible orcs were cursing and cursing incessantly.
Compared to him, the minotaur shaman was much more silent, but anyone could see the suppressed anger in his eyes, like a volcano about to erupt, once it erupted, it would burn everything.
The creatures that can move the most here are the remnants of the Scourge Legion.
Although Arthas has returned to Northrend in the north, the undead creatures here are less fortunate than the Forsaken in the Tirisfal Glades, who have broken free from the Lich King's grasp, and the Scourge still holds them firmly in control.
The good thing for adventurers is that most of the undead creatures are ordered to lurk on farms or cottages far from the main roads, guarding the property of the Scourge Legion, and have to endure the hunger for flesh in their hearts, grinding their teeth and sucking their claws in the dark, and sometimes, innocent travelers accidentally bring them to their doors, and this is rarely the case, because except for the Scarlet Crusaders trapped in the Valley of the Hearth, there is no living person in the entire Western Plaguelands.
But even so, the adventurers did not dare to relax in the slightest, and every time they camped at night, they had to arrange at least two people to be on duty for the night, and Dezko would put up the sentry totem, and Diego would arrange all the traps.
A few drunkards didn't dare to be greedy anymore, and everyone was full of energy.
Luckily, nothing happened along the way.
They walked east for several days along the road that ran through the Western Plaguelands, and finally stopped at the three-way junction to Andohar.
"Oh my God, I can't believe my eyes!"
Along the way, the dwarves had learned about the current state of Andorhar from Diego's mouth, but when he saw its ruins with his own eyes, he couldn't help but scream.
Gone are the thriving towns he had seen on his travels a decade earlier, replaced by crumbling houses, deserted courtyards, and the living dead staggering among the ruins.
This town was once the grain distribution center of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and the grain produced by the rich farms around it gathered here, supplying all the kingdom cities from Stratholme in the east to the royal city of Lordaeron in the west, and even the mountain kingdom of Alterac in the south, which would come here to buy grain every year when the harvest was not shining.
Before the outbreak of the Scourge War, the Cultists of the Damned took advantage of this convenience in Andorhar to spread the plague throughout the kingdom using contaminated grains.
"Looks like I can't get past here!"
Brian?
Copperbeard said with some frustration, "I should have thought that this road would not be so smooth, look at what I encountered along the way?"
Hunted by werewolves in the Silverpine Forest, nearly plagued in the Undercity, and now blocked by a group of living dead who want to eat my flesh and drink my blood, I should have listened to my brothers' advice and not made this long ......"
The dwarf chattered and felt sorry for himself until a deep voice rang out beside him.
"Perhaps, I can help you get there!"
The dwarf jerked his head up to see the minotaur shaman looking out at the ruins in the distance, an angry look in his eyes.