Captain Jack of Azeroth

Chapter 93
The rescue team waited by the road for several days, and some people's patience was worn out.

"Why hasn't he appeared yet? Could something have gone wrong?"

They did not doubt Jack's words. After all, they couldn't think of any good solution at that time.

Jack walked over with a smile, "You have to be patient. If the enemy was so easy to find, there wouldn't be so many gathering points being massacred."

Everyone nodded. It was understandable that the first gathering point had low security, but the subsequent gathering points continued to have accidents, which definitely meant that they were not unprepared. Since they still could not avoid being massacred despite the precautions, it meant that the enemy must have some means to avoid detection.

"If you want to deal with powerful beasts, you must be more patient than them."

Hunter Ornn said: "These enemies are more difficult than wild beasts, so we need to be more patient."

After persuasion, everyone calmed down temporarily.

One night, the rescue team member guarding the intersection ran back in panic, "No... it's bad... I... I... found... a group... a group..."

"What did you find?" Ornn rushed over, pulling his collar and asking loudly.

"I can't describe it. I just saw a bunch of corpses walking down the road."

"Corpse?"

Everyone exclaimed and looked at each other with expressions of disbelief.

Ornn frowned, "Let's go and take a look."

Everyone hurriedly followed and rushed to the road. When they arrived, they found that Jack had already arrived.

Jack waved his hand, signaling them not to come over. Orn asked them to stay there, and he quietly approached, lying beside Jack, looking at the road.

Sure enough, just as the team member said, a group of corpses hunched over and marched forward. Although their steps were messy, their marching purpose was clear.

“This is the undead!”

Jack said softly, "A few years ago, Lordaeron had a great war with a race called orcs. The enemy had a kind of psychic magic that could control the dead to fight."

"Our enemies are orcs?" Ornn asked.

"No!" Jack shook his head. "I'm just saying that our enemies know necromancy. The orcs have been defeated by Lordaeron, and their forces are hiding in a few strongholds to protect themselves. They can't come to Northrend at all."

Ornn frowned. Since magic was involved, he had no other options.

"Then what should we do?"

Jack: "We follow them, see where they are going, determine which gathering place they want to attack, and then notify them to evacuate immediately. Then we disperse and pass the message to other gathering points, and evacuate the west as much as possible."

"Aren't we going to fight them?" Ornn asked puzzledly.

"How do you fight?" Jack looked at him and said, "You kill ten undead, and then they are summoned by the necromancy spell. If you die in the battle, you will also be summoned by the necromancy spell and help them attack us. After a battle, not only do they not suffer any losses, but they also have full combat power. Will you still fight in such a battle?"

Ornn opened his mouth wide. He didn't expect that fighting the undead would be like this.

"This...how can we fight like this?"

"So! We can't fight. We have to evacuate as many people as possible. According to my thinking, not only the west should evacuate, but also the north, south and even the east. It would be best if you could return to Lordaeron." Ornn stopped talking after hearing this.

Jack knew they had concerns. "Instead of going to Lordaeron, you can go to other human kingdoms. If that doesn't work, you can find another place to live, even if it's ten islands. In short, you can't stay in Northrend anymore. Don't come back until the undead are dealt with."

Ornn smiled awkwardly. "We'll talk about this later. Let's hurry up and catch up! Otherwise, they'll be far away."

Jack nodded. He knew that the people of Northrend would not leave easily. If they wanted to leave, they would have left long ago, not until now. To them, Northrend was a paradise, a refuge. They would not leave unless it was absolutely necessary.

"let's go!"

The two met with the rescue team and told them the situation. The rescue team was shocked. They had never heard of such a thing.

Some were confused, some were scared, and some were angry. To let the dead stand up again was a blasphemy to the dead.

"We must catch the mastermind behind this. I will tear him into pieces."

"We're lucky we didn't get killed."

"Don't talk about this, what matters now are those who are still alive."

Jack winked at Orn, who understood and stepped forward to say, "Okay, Planck has already arranged the plan, we will follow it. Everyone listen to the order, put on your skis, and follow."

Everyone took action immediately and soon caught up with the undead. A day later, they determined the direction of the undead's attack, which was the last gathering point they passed by when they came.

The rescue team at the gathering point immediately panicked and applied to leave the team.

"All of you go back and have everyone leave immediately. Don't worry about the food. Just take the food that will get you to the next gathering point."

Jack: "People from other gathering points should also split into two groups and report to their own gathering points. The second gathering point should prepare more food, the third gathering point should prepare more thick clothes, and the fourth gathering point should prepare more bedding. You should evacuate to the northern gathering point and evacuate all the way to the east."

"The rest of the people will go to all the surrounding gathering points and tell them to evacuate. Then spread out to the entire snowfield and tell them the news of the appearance of the undead."

"What?" Everyone looked at Jack in surprise, wondering why he made such arrangements.

"What about here?" Orne asked.

Jack smiled and said, "We don't have to fight anyway, so why are we all staying here? I can watch them alone, and it would be inconvenient if there were more people."

"You're alone?" Ornn shook his head. "That won't work. What if you get into danger?"

Jack waved his ski poles, "I'll follow from a distance. If they want to attack me, I'll run away."

Before everyone could say anything, Jack urged them, "Don't worry, I will be safe. But you guys, keep running on the snow, be careful of wild animals."

There was nothing more to say, and everyone could only wish Jack good luck.

Jack waved goodbye to everyone, turned around and smiled with a look of triumph.

He slid quickly on the snow and chased after the group of undead. He brought these rescue teams with him to let them know about the undead and spread the news to the entire Dragonblight and even the entire Northrend.

And sending them away was his real purpose in coming to Northrend.

(End of this chapter)