Undead? Undead! The old miner Johnson's eyes instantly glared, as if he saw a ghost in broad daylight. He pointed to the ground beneath his feet, meaning that it was here? Right next to us? Isn't the undead in the northmost part of the continent? We are the southernmost part of the south.

"Is it the undead natural disaster that happened in the legendary Lordaeron? Have they reached the south!!"

He thought Vanessa was alarmist and dared not question it in person.

"Come with me and let you see." Vanessa signaled him to walk with her. The two entered the original large bedroom. What was the behavior of commemorating the father of the previous life did not exist. After the blood on the ground was cleaned up, she had transformed it into a slightly simple laboratory.

At this time, there was a Defia thief tied up in the middle of the laboratory bench and still struggling and roaring according to his physical instinct.

"Looking at his arms and eyes carefully, do you think the skin color is wrong? Because he has come into contact with something with plague toxins, he has begun to become an undead. I guess at least two days later, he will completely lose his mind and become a ghoul who only knows how to swallow flesh and blood."

Vanessa shook her head gently. According to her understanding, the undead plague is a kind of microorganism that erodes and destroys the human immune system and destroys the central nervous system in a very short time. This process is completely irreversible.

If it is in the early stage of the infection, if the priest or paladin uses a lot of mild energy to wash it off, it may be rescued, but it is undoubtedly too late now.

This plague toxin that transforms ordinary people into undead was a vicious method of cursing the gods in the early stage. They invested a large amount of infection sources into the farmers' barns to infect these foods. When the farmers ate the food, they were quickly transformed into undeads. The gods in the early stages relying on this method.

There are mixed together, and the infected food will not be eaten by chance. There are always some residues. Merchants are greedy for profits, intentionally or unintentionally, they sell infected grains all over the world, and many poor people who cannot eat become new victims. Where they stay for a long time, they will be affected by toxin radiation and become a new source of infection. Then a new cycle begins.

The thieves of Difia would not be unable to eat, but Dafan had sent many men to collect weapons and equipment before, among which a large number of weapons that had killed the undead on the northern battlefield and were contaminated with the blood of the undead fell to the south.

These weapons have now become new sources of pollution. After a long time of contact, more and more toxins in the body have been added. The Defia thieves who are dealing with them have been transformed into dead spirits without realizing it.

This transformation process is slower than swallowing poisonous grains directly, but it is also irreversible.

"I heard that the time for the infection to occur is very short? It takes two days to do this? Is it related to personal physical condition?" The old miner asked urgently when it came to his own life and death.

"It has something to do with physical fitness, but not absolutely. This guy should have only had skin contact. Look at his left hand and compare his right hand, his left hand is exactly the same as the dead." Vanessa signaled the old miner to go up and touch it. The other party shook his head straight, just stretched his neck and looked at it.

Indeed, the left hand turned completely black, the muscles completely atrophy, the skin was tightly attached to the bone, the five fingers curled up, like the sharp claws of some kind of animal, and the right hand looked like a human.

"What are you afraid of? We still have time, and the plague is still far from us." She scolded this unstable subordinate for a few words.

It has to be said that the curse of the God Cult and the Scourge are both simple and powerful. Not to mention the pure thief organization like the Difia Brotherhood, even the blood-colored crusaders of the Paladins and Paladins often have soldiers polluted by the undead plague and turned into undead creatures.

Fortunately, the origin of the plague is in the north, thousands of kilometers away from them, and their place is not so serious that it is uncontrollable.

It can be said that in the crisis-ridden continent of Azeroth, the western wilderness under Vanessa is definitely a treasure land for development. This land is not a desert, but is still very fertile. It was just that most of the abandoned by their brotherhood.

Eliminate conflicts, lead people to cultivate land, grow food by themselves, cut off commercial circulation to the outside world, and turn this place into a closed agricultural society. The plague will not cause too much damage to them. As for the people outside, she doesn't care about it.

"Johnson, are you afraid of death? Don't be afraid, I mean, do you want to become an undead?"

"Of course not. I think my life is good now, and I don't want to become those ugly things." The old miner answered very honestly this time.

Vanessa nodded: "I don't want to, either, so we need priests now, and we need wizards to help us resist the erosion of toxins."

The old miner thought for a while: "But our relationship with Stormwind City? They will not send a priest to help us."

Not to mention that they have already rebelled, they are now standing opposite to Stormwind City. Even if they have not rebelled, they are still the good people who cannot fight back and scold them. With the manners of the nobles and masters of Stormwind City, they will not care about the life and death of poor men in the western wilderness.

Send a priest to save people? What an international joke! Stormwind City doesn’t even care about these people rebelling, how many people still care about death?

Vanessa's expression was indifferent: "I understand, so I'm going out to find a pastor who is willing to help us. From half a month to a long time, I'll come back and leave you to guard the house. Is it okay?"

She doesn't trust the old miners, but now she has no one to help, so she can only take a little risk.

"Which pastor do you want to invite? Otherwise, I will go there?" He wanted to escape from danger and show his loyalty.

If only you could go! Vanessa shook her head helplessly: "I don't know the specific situation, so I'd better go find it myself."

The entire western wilderness is a civilized desert. Grandma does not love her uncles. Comrade Dafan has been rebelling for several years. He ignored the wind and knew how embarrassing this area was.

Nothing to ask for, I can't find a priest at all. The only Paladin is also the boss of Sentinel Ridge, and is the mortal enemy of their Difia Brotherhood. The old knight's character is admirable, and his selfless spirit is worthy of recognition, but he participated in the murder of Dafan, which is Vanessa's enemy.

She would not beg for her enemies, and she would not be able to let the old knight stay in her death mine, and she would shine two holy lights at the crowd every morning.

The other party would not agree, nor would she agree. After Da Fan died, the two sides could not turn war into pleasant silk. Some enemies could be resolved, while others could not.
Chapter completed!