Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

While Arthas was rushing to Stratholme, Garen had already arrived at the largest city in the eastern part of Lordaeron.

This city once had a population of nearly 200,000 and covered a vast area. It was not only the capital of the Northern Autonomous Province, but also had the largest dock in the north. In its heyday, trading ships from the High Elf Kingdom also docked here.

But now, everything has changed!

The once prosperous city has now become deserted. The local nobles have long been confused and have no idea why Stratholme lost such a large population in a short period of time, causing the city to be almost paralyzed!

During the recent trial and execution of orcs by Tirion Fordring, the main gate of Stratholme was breached by a group of orc warriors. Uther's Knights of the Silver Hand and Dathrohan's Stratholme Chapter were present and controlled the situation. Apart from the soldiers, there were basically no civilian casualties.

Originally, as the nobles burned the orcs' bodies, they thought everything was settled, but things were far from over.

As the Knights of the Silver Hand were taken away by Uther, rumors soon spread in the city, directed at the garrison of Stratholme. A large number of citizens questioned whether the garrison was a salary thief who was all show but unable to protect the safety of Stratholme!

Soon after, news of plague and resurrection of the dead began to appear in East Wilde, and Dathrohan had to take the remaining paladins out to investigate and suppress the undead.

With the departure of Dathrohan, the decline of Stratholme soon began. First, a large number of properties were sold below market price, and even the Stonecrow Inn, which had the best location, appeared on the list of second-hand houses.

The nobles did not think so much. They relied on their abundant funds and authority to purchase the maximum amount of real estate, and finally they almost went crazy with killing.

While the nobles and those in power were distracted by these interests, a large number of citizens secretly left with their families!

First it was the people around King's Square and the market area, then the residents around Elder's Square and Festival Trail. When the nobles noticed that the city had become depressed, they realized that this was an organized and premeditated migration!

But it was too late. When the nobles took action to block the city gates under the persuasion of Baron Rivendell, only half of the people were left in the city!

Garin looked down at the entire city from Onyxia's back, and saw that the city was in darkness, with a dark atmosphere covering the entire city!

"This city is doomed, unless we send out all the Knights of the Silver Hand immediately, and get two regular legions to assist us, seal off the entire city as quickly as possible, and then arrange for priests to cleanse the plague from their bodies one by one!"

"Hey, Master, for Lordaeron, this city is finished, but for you, it is just some rotten flesh growing on it. As long as my brothers and I take action, or let the Knights Templar and tens of thousands of priests from the cathedral take action, we can control the outbreak of the plague."

Onyxia, in the form of a giant dragon under Garin's crotch, made buzzing sounds. Fortunately, they were in the sky and had cast invisibility magic, so they were not afraid of being discovered.

At this time, there was only one man and one dragon. Ilucia was let go by Garin halfway. After throwing her two teleportation scepters, he let her go to be the liaison between Hearthglen and the White City.

The farmers were arranged by Garin to take the refugees to Hearthglen for refuge. How could Garin not know that they were short of food?

Who told Tailan and the others to be graduates of his own training camp? There is no doubt that Garin is very good to his people.

"I have saved those I could save. The remaining people are either corrupt nobles or citizens who are reluctant to leave their homes. It is difficult to persuade the damned. You have to bear the consequences of the path you have chosen."

Garin said this silently, then closed his eyes and began to feel the energy field in the city of Stratholme.

He needed to find out where Mal'Ganis was, and after he pretended to be killed by Arthas, capture his soul and prevent him from returning to the Twisting Nether.

However, after a careful search, Garin found nothing.

This shouldn’t be the case. As a demigod of Holy Light, I am very sensitive to evil energy. Even a little devil hiding in the sewer can sense it!

Unwilling to give up, Garen rode Onyxia and searched again in the air above Stratholme, but still had no clue!

unless!

He hasn't even reached Stratholme yet!

It seems we can only wait for Arthas!

Arthas led a team of 500 people and galloped along the road, passing by more than a dozen farms on the way. From a distance, he could even see huge steamers placed on the land of those large farms, and green gas was constantly coming out of the steamers!

Arthas was in great torment. He had learned that these steamers were used by the Cult of the Damned to spread the plague, while the farmers of Lordaeron thought they were sacred devices to increase food production!

Relying on these steamers, the plague has spread. At least all the villages along the way are empty. Except for wandering zombies, there is no living person.

The good news is that the large towns in East Wilde, such as Dalaranshire, Corinth, Hand of Tyr, Light's Hope Chapel, Havenshire, etc., are still under the control of the nobles and Lordaeron officials and are still maintaining basic operations.

After warning them that the plague was spread through food, Arthas hurried to Stratholme.

When Arthas climbed the last hill, he saw Stratholme from above inside the city walls...

The city was desolate, with not a single pedestrian on the streets. Arthas didn't know whether this was a good or bad situation, or whether the plague in the city had spread.

This is how much he hoped that the group of brainless idiot nobles whom he overheard his father cursing in the palace could have a flash of inspiration, discover the problem of food, and directly control the plague...

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. Alsace smelled a strange, unique aroma of baking bread in the air!

This is wheat mixed with the plague of death!

To better attract living people, add fragrance!

It's all magic and hard work!