The rebels who had lost the demon master finally realized the failure. They threw down their weapons and let the queen's hair fall. The rebels blocked the valley entrance of the Death Knox also withdrew from their positions, allowing the ecstatic banshees to meet with the Dark Lady successfully.

In the next few days, a cruel purge began, and all officers who took the initiative to participate in the rebellion were removed from their posts, replaced by new members of the army who had proved loyalty in the battle. Through this purge, Sylvanas consolidated her dominance in the Undercity and established an army of absolute loyalty.

However, all this has nothing to do with the adventurers. Although the Banshee King is kind enough to keep it, the adventurers really find it difficult to adapt to the dark life of Undercity. They set off again the day after the rebellion quelled.

Brian Bronzebeard traveled with them. After just experiencing the unfortunate encounter in Undercity, the dwarf no longer wanted to travel alone, especially in the old Lordaeron area where the undead was rampant. It was too unsafe. He decided to walk with the adventurers first, through Andorhal in the Western Plagueland, then east along the south bank of Lake Dalonmill, and finally south through the poisonous fog canyon between the mountains to Eagle Nest Mountain in the Hinterland area, where his distant relative, the Wildhammer Dwarf, was almost the same as returning home for the enthusiastic dwarves.

"If you have time, you really should go to Eagle Nest Mountain to take a look. Hinterland is full of dense oaks, pine and maple trees, as well as proud griffins, fat brown bears and stupid owl beasts. If you want to find some excitement, you can also hunt the evil branch trolls," the enthusiastic introduction dwarf looked at the unpleasant orcs and quickly explained, "You know, unlike the Dark Spear Trolls who joined the tribe, the evil branch trolls are famous cannibals, and you won't like these guys."

"I heard that the evil-toothed trolls who have recently joined the tribe are also mortal enemies and often fight around," he added.

"I've heard of them. After the establishment of Thrall's tribe, they sent envoys to Orgrimmar and reached a mutual support agreement with us," recalled the Orc. "Their clan leader is a female troll, which is very rare among the troll clans, and left a deep impression on me."

"Then you should go to Hinterland to check it out. I bet you will never regret going there." The dwarf enthusiastically recommended.

A few days later, they passed through the simple and fragile barrier of the undead and entered the poisonous land of the Western Plague.

Compared with the dark Tirisfalinland, the environment here is even worse. The land is deserted and the trees are decaying. The smelly and dim mist is everywhere all year round. Even the sun cannot penetrate the mist and reach the ground. If it weren't for the fruits provided by the druids that can resist the plague, they wouldn't even dare to step into this ghost place.

The Western Plague Land is not the original name of this area. It was originally composed of Andorhal, which produces grain, Keldaron Island in the center of Lake Dalonmil in the east, and the Fireplace Valley surrounded by mountains in the north. However, after the natural disaster war, this place filled with death and plague got this sad new name.

They walked carefully through the dim fog, and did not even dare to go to places far away from the road. Even the orcs who had always been reckless were restrained. All the creatures in this place were full of hostility towards outsiders. Whether it was the brown bears that became particularly violent due to infection with the plague or the spider that became enormous due to changes, they were full of desire for fresh flesh and blood.

Listening to the low roars from the dense forest in the distance, the Druid could clearly feel the pain of these animals tortured by the plague, which made his hatred for the Scourge more intense. What was more angry than him was the Taurus Shaman, because the plague of the Scourge did not pollute the sky, and even the earth was corrupted, and many places have now become deserted. This most famous grain-producing area in the Kingdom of Lordaeron was now a barren land, with forests dead and farmland decayed. The land here has not been able to produce new plants for many years. As the messenger of the Mother of the Earth, he could feel the anger of Serrazane more than anyone else.

"These damn Scourge Legion!" Along the way, the irritable orcs were cursing endlessly. Compared to him, the Taurus Shaman was much silent, but no one could see the suppressed anger in his eyes, just like a volcano that was about to erupt. Once it erupted, it would burn everything.

The most common creatures that can be moved here are the remnants of the Scourge. Although Arthas has returned to the Northende continent in the north, compared with the Forsaken Land of Tirisfalin, the undead creatures here are not so lucky, and the Scourge is still firmly controlling them.

The benefit of this to adventurers is that most of the undead creatures are ordered to lurk in farms or villages far away from the road, guarding the property of the Scourge, and have to endure the hunger for flesh and blood in their hearts, grinding their teeth and claws in the dark, and sometimes innocent travelers will accidentally come to their doors and become their delicious meals, but this situation rarely occurs because except for the Blood Crusaders trapped in the Valley of the Fireplace, there is no living person in the entire Western Plagueland.

But even so, the adventurers did not dare to relax at all. Every time they camped at night, they had to arrange at least two people to stay at night, and Dezko would insert the totem of the sentry, and Diago would set up all the traps. Several drunkards did not dare to drink anymore, and everyone was fully energetic.

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way. They walked east along the main road that ran across the Western Plagueland for a few days, and finally stopped at the three-way intersection leading to Andorhal.

"Oh my God, I really can't believe my eyes!" Although the dwarf had already understood the current situation of Andorhal from Diago's mouth, he couldn't help but scream when he saw its ruins with his own eyes. The prosperous town he had seen until now ten years ago had disappeared, replaced by collapsed houses, barren courtyards, and the living dead who were staggering among the broken walls.

This town was once a grain distribution center in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The surrounding rich farms gathered here, supplying all the kingdom cities from Stantam to the east to the royal city of Lordaeron. Even the mountain kingdom of the south, even the southern mountain kingdom of Altran, would come here to buy food every year when the war of green and yellow. Before the outbreak of the natural disaster, the Cursed believers used this convenience of Andorhal to use the polluted grains to spread the plague throughout the kingdom.

"It seems that I can't get through here!" Brian Bronzebeard said with some frustration, "I should have thought that the road would not be so smooth. Look at what I encountered along the way? I was chased by werewolf in the Silver Song Forest, and almost had a plague experiment in the Undercity. Now I was blocked by a group of living dead people who wanted to eat my meat and drink my blood. I really should have listened to my brothers' advice at that time, and not going out of this far-distance..."

The dwarf chattered and complained until a thick voice rang beside him.

"Maybe, I can help you get there!"

The dwarf suddenly raised his head and saw the Tauren Shaman looking at the ruins in the distance, with an angry look casting in his eyes.
Chapter completed!