Even if an outbreak occurred, it would be stomped out in a heartbeat by the regulars and mercenaries rushing to the scene.
In the Stoneheart Horde's territory, these bugs were nothing more than a delicacy, grilled up and served in the taverns of the great cities. But out here, things were different. This was the fringe of the Blood Elf territory—a lawless buffer zone neither side truly controlled.
Strict governance in these borderlands usually just led to friction, and with the Stoneheart Horde's current aggressive dominance, the Blood Elves had taken a step back. They'd effectively ceded authority over the edges of their own map.
That vacuum gave the swarm exactly the room it needed to breed.
"Hold."
