Nerub'ar Secrets

You skim through the pages of the book, looking for anything of importance. On the last page you discover what appears to be frantic scribbling: Necrolords. At least a dozen by my count. Farms to west being used as some sort of horrible spawning glade for Scourge. Row upon row of victims. I think they're on to me. Made a dash for the hold. I won't be captured alive. Dreadvenom hemotoxin. If they decide to bite into me, they'll be in for a surprise. Take this information back to Barthus.