In the early morning, the sun had not yet risen, but the sky in the east had begun to turn white.
The whole of Keldaron Island woke up early - strictly speaking, it was almost sleepless at night, and the news that the channel was fully connected made everyone feel uplifted and ecstatic.
People arrived at the entrance of the canal early in the morning, making the final preparations before releasing the water.
The aqueduct was twelve yards wide, and the open channel was more than half a mile long, and the part hidden in the belly of the mountain was three times as long.
Due to the rush of work, the channel has not been carefully repaired, the embankment is uneven, the slope is rocky, and the bottom of the ditch is uneven, but in any case, at least it is generally smooth, and there is no problem in walking the water.
On both sides of the wide channel, the coalition soldiers lined up in neat phalanxes.
Pride was written on everyone's faces, and in less than ten days, they had carved out such an artificial river with their own hands, and although it could not be compared with such architectural marvels as the megalithic dam and the Sador Bridge built by the dwarves, it was enough for them to be proud of for a while.
Tirio stood at the entrance between the canal and Lake Dalon Mill, where a cofferdam of wicker baskets filled with sand and gravel stood between the two, blocking the water.
At this moment, many forsaken people are standing on this cofferdam, waiting quietly.
"Let's get started!"
Tirio looked at the sky and commanded loudly.
The Forsaken began to dig up the cofferdam as quickly as possible, and in just ten minutes or so, a very large gap was dug in the cofferdam, and the lake swept through the gap and washed into the channel.
Under the effect of a drop of up to three meters, the water of the lake flowed sharply and violently, and soon the gap was even bigger.
By this time, there was no need for the Forsaken to dig any further, and they retreated to the riverbank.
After just a few minutes, the gap grew wider and wider, and the entire cofferdam was washed away by the lake.
The surging waters of the lake are like a herd of galloping horses, jumping and neighing and whistling downstream.
The raging torrent violently washed over the craggy slopes and the bottom of the canal, rolling and roaring, splashing and stirring up layers of mist.
The mud and sand at the bottom of the river swept up, and in the blink of an eye, the lake turned yellow.
In less than a minute, the newly-born river rushed down the channel into the belly of the mountain like a tumbling python, leaving only a rumbling roar from the depths of the cave.
Everyone standing on the shore was shocked by this majestic and mighty rolling torrent, and couldn't help but retreat in unison, even the strong orcs couldn't stand in front of this wild wave, and they retreated three or four positions before stopping!
After a quarter of an hour, the rushing water gradually calmed down, and finally came to a complete still.
Today, the canal has become part of Lake Dharonmere, or a tributary.
The five dwarves reached the entrance of the canal into the belly of the mountain and stepped on a huge hanging basket that hung above the water.
Two of them kept turning the winch on the gondola, sliding the gondola along the slide rails mounted on the top of the cave to the inside of the mountain, and with them was a powerful salt bomb specially made by Diego.
In order to make this bomb, Silver Dawn took out a full half pound of silver, and the High Lord suffered from it all afternoon.
"Alright, it's your turn."
Watching the dwarves disappear into the depths of the cavern, Tirio turned and looked at the priests behind him.
For this operation, Tirio also sent the Dwarven Griffin Knight to fetch all the priests from the Chapel of the Light's Wish.
Standing in front of him were all the members of the priesthood of Silver Dawn, and even their leader, High Priest Madonelle, was here.
This admirable lady has been working for years to eradicate the Plaguelands' corrosive effects from natural disasters, and the Plague Cauldron was the first to discover.
The members of Silver Dawn had long thought that she would have been promoted to bishop long ago, if it weren't for the fact that Archbishop Benedictas had not been able to travel north to preside over her promotion.
Led by Madonelle, the priests went to an altar located by the canal to begin the final preparations for the ceremony.
In fact, this altar was the same one used by the shamans for their earth rituals the other day, and the priests had only slightly modified it according to the teachings of the Light.
In the center of the altar inscribed with the circle of light was a large round iron bucket built by the dwarves for this purpose, large enough to fit twenty dwarves inside, filled with clean water brought from Hinterland.
The priests stood around the barrels, and the paladins stood on their perimeter.
These Holy Light warriors are no strangers to the sanctification ceremony.
When the first rays of the morning sun fell here, the priests and paladins began to pray reverently.
"All-powerful Light, we pray to you, that you will graciously listen to our supplication and infuse the power of holiness into this element before us......"
As they prayed, as if they were being dragged, the sunlight began to gather above the bucket, and drip into the bucket like a trickle, melting with the clear water inside.
This magical sight amazed all the people around them, and some devout followers of the Light even began to pray along with the priests.
Looking at the ongoing sanctification ceremony, Diego couldn't help but think of what he had experienced last night: just after the canal was opened, he had just returned to his room from exhaustion and wanted to take a nap, when old Norman knocked on his door.
"Hey, old Norman, why are you here?"
He said with some surprise.
"I think we'll have to talk, Your Excellency."
The former innkeeper said sneakily, he glanced around, and then squeezed through the door.
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Diego noticed that he was holding a jar the size of a coconut in his arms.
"What is this?"
Diego asked curiously.
"This is what Her Majesty gave me before I came to the Western Plaguelands this time."
Old Norman carefully opened the mouth of the can and placed it on the table.
Diego leaned over and saw that it was filled with a pus-green liquid.
Just as he was about to get closer to take a closer look, old Norman stopped him.
"Your Excellency, you have to be careful, this new potion is highly poisonous to both humans and the Scourge!"
Old Norman carefully closed the lid and pushed it farther away from him.
"Sylvanas wants to use it?"
Diego glared at old Norman angrily.
He was furious that the Forsaken had made the plague potion as it had been, even after the rebellion of the Royal Apothecary Society.
The Forsaken are used to dying!
You know, once this new plague potion is released, it will be an even more violent plague outbreak.
After the outbreak of the last natural plague, the devastated kingdom of Lordaeron can no longer bear such suffering!
"No, of course not!"
Old Norman hurriedly explained, "Actually, Her Majesty wants to leave the use of this potion to you, and if you don't agree, we will never release it." ” "That's good!"
Diego said in a stern tone, staring at the skull of the Forsaken, as if to pour his anger into it, "I will never agree to use it, and please tell your Majesty that if she dares to unleash this vicious plague, I will be her lifelong enemy, the kind that will never die!"
” "Okay, if you wish, I'll tell you!"
Old Norman said with some curtle, he picked up the medicine jar in embarrassment, and quickly said goodbye and left.
An angry Diego didn't even bother with his farewell.