Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

After driving away the annoying wolves, the two walked on the woodland one after the other, and Nairgo looked at the depths of the dense forest in front of him, but his face was solemn.

"It's not like you." Sylvanas said: "I rarely see you show this expression, especially if you have just won a battle.

"How many beasts that don't know if they are dead or alive can also be considered a battle?" Nairgo said: "If nothing else, the next thing to face is the battle. "

What?" Sylvanas tried to probe the surroundings, but found nothing unusual, except...

"You smell it too?" Nairgo walked quieter and more cautiously, and using the power of the air in the wind element, he changed his way of speaking to be like a voice in a fantasy novel.

"That annoying breath." He said.

He felt a wave of disgust from the orc bloodline, as well as traces of the remnants of some evil spells.

With the deliberate concealment of the two, the footsteps in the woodland disappeared, and the sound of small talk disappeared, only the sound of the night wind blowing through the branches.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

A scream and a cry of pain made the two realize that the problem might be there.

Dark silent nights, people wailing in pain, annoying magic.

It sounds like a precursor to some kind of big event.

"Sylvanas!" Nairgo said, "Follow me!" "

He has to know where the problem is.

The two people ran over to the depths of the forest, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

Then they didn't go far, and they came under a large tree, and as he thought, it was an orc, this orc was not very old, but could not judge his specific age, with a necklace made of animal teeth around his neck, wearing a simple leather armor and a piece of animal skin, and in his hand, an axe was thrown by him to the ground.

This cry of pain came from his mouth, and at this moment he lowered his head and curled himself together, and Nelgo could not see his face to know what was wrong with him.

He cautiously asked in orc language: "Brother, are you okay?" I'm a shaman, can you tell me what's going on? I'll help you. The

orc heard the familiar language, and he slowly raised his head, but it made Nelgo's scalp tingle.

What is it?

Red herpes appeared on his skin, not only on his face, but also in the places where Nairgo could see all over his body, which seemed to be puffy pustules, and the rancid smell on them made Nairgo feel uncomfortable for a while.

He can't heal spells, but he does purify.

Nelgo recited a spell, and a white light flashed over him.

"I don't know if it's useful." He asked, "Brother, are you feeling better?" The

orc smiled, not letting out the same roar of pain as before, and Nelgo thought he was getting better.

He opened his mouth and said, "Don't, stained red..." Speaking

of this, he rolled his eyes, his body twitched, Nairgo could only continue to release purification, but it was too late for him, and in the end, he still died.

"He's dead." Sylvanas has a lot to say about this.

"I know." Nairgo saw this orc die in pain in front of him, still looking so unseemly, he thought that he already knew who the initiator was.

If there are many more of this phenomenon.

"He looked like a zombie." Sylvanas said: "There were a lot of these things in my previous territory, they were normal human before, but they quickly changed into this form after being infected with those plagues.

"It's just that this orc hasn't mutated yet, which is a good thing." She said in her heart.

"You can try reading his memory." Sylvanas made a suggestion, "or consult his soul directly to ask what happened." "

Great idea." Nairgo agreed without thinking.

Reading memories or directly asking the souls of dead people in the universe of Warcraft is not taboo, and Gianna has done reading soldiers' memories after the 8th version of Zandara's fleet destroyed the Alliance pursuers.

Nelgo didn't waste time concocting any potions, those potions would just allow him to better open his mind and play an auxiliary role, and now he had no time to waste, he was afraid that his soul would run to the Shadow Realm after he lost time.

Nairgo instructed, "I will witness in my dreams what he has passed, and when I go to sleep you will take care of my body." "

Directly forcibly pull out his soul? Forget it, maybe asking him is also a blank question, it is better to let him enter a new life in the shadow world as soon as possible.

He wanted to see for himself what he had been through.

"What about this woodland?" Sylvanas felt like he had asked an unnecessary question, and thankfully, Nairgo had closed his eyes.

She put his body into the space in the backpack, and the whole person turned into a banshee form.

"I can't purify, but I can purify too." As she spoke, the whole person let out a howl that was more painful and sharp than that of the orc.

Under the banshee's wail, all the nearby beings who heard the voice fell into their most painful moments, and would die slowly in them.

Trees withered, rocks cracked, and even the air responded by making bursts of noise.

Soon, this dense forest turned into a cemetery.

..................

Nairgo's closed eyes immediately opened again.

Here is what that orc went through.

Nelgo didn't have the heart to peer into his life, he just needed this memory of his death.

"Red?" It was like watching a video, fast-forwarding and rewinding his memories, and the space around him was constantly changing, and finally, Nairgo chose to stop here.

He is a war song orc, during an ordinary hunting trip he was stained with what he called "red", so far, his life is more and more fragile, physical exhaustion, physical discomfort, and her body began to grow herpes rapidly, until a few days ago, he could not even hold the axe in training.

He began to be afraid, he was cursed? He questioned the learned shaman, asked for excellent physicians, and in the end he only heard a story, a story about the infectious disease of the Red Catastrophe.

He did not publicize the fact that he might be ill, and he chose to leave the clan and go out into the wild alone, where he would end his life.

"Damn." There was a hint of anger on Nairgo's face, since this stupid guy knew to ask the shaman, couldn't he tell the truth that he was sick?

At the very least, you can try to save it, this time it's good, people die not to say, it's not good that the entire clan has an infectious disease.

He opened his eyes and didn't care about the wasteland around him, or if he woke up and the surroundings were still lush, then he would destroy this place and not leave a single life!

"We have to go back to the clan." He said.