There used to be a forest south of Stratholme, but now that the plague has deprived the forest of life, the dead trees and weeds everywhere are the only sights here.

In the middle of this forest a group of black-robed men gathered to call themselves the Cult of the Damned, the cultists of the depraved cult who believed that the end would eventually come and that they would have eternal life after the catastrophe.

"Let's do it! there are many farms at the edge of the forest where food is stored, and we can put great gifts into them, and when the time comes, more people will be saved!" said an emaciated cultist.

"Shut up, have you forgotten the commands of Lord Kel'thugad, no one is allowed to act until the chosen one arrives, and we must show him the blessings of our master in front of him!" another cultist next to him immediately stopped him

"That's right, Cole, it's not time to act, let's ...... again"

"Whew!"

Their conversation was interrupted by a gargoyle descending from the sky, a parchment scroll tied to its sharp claws. One of the cultists, a woman who was the leader of the cultists, removed the parchment from the gargoyle's paws and read it carefully, and after reading the contents of the parchment, the seemingly leader conveyed the message written on the parchment to the cultists around her.

The woman's soft voice was distinctly seductive: "Brothers and sisters, our great hour has come!

A cheer resounded through the crowd, and the fanatical look on the face of the cultist named Cole became more and more obvious: "Praise the master, I can't wait, no...... I can't wait, so I'm going to go to the location we had planned. With that, he ran like mad to the junction of the Sodoril River and the edge of the forest.

The other cultists scrambled away when they saw Cole running away, and the meeting that had been a little lively before fell silent.

The woman at the head looked at the departing heretic with a mocking look on her face: "A bunch of fools, I wish you to find your eternal life, and I, Farina, will receive eternal beauty, hahaha!"

......

At this time, the first guests since the outbreak of the plague arrived in the north of the Sodoril River, near Stratholme.

"Arthas, according to the cultist he caught yesterday, the place he said is not far ahead, but I have a bad feeling, the smell of death in that place is too strong!

It was Gianna who spoke, Gianna who had grown up for five years was no longer the girl she was the little girl she was at the beginning, her long soft golden hair, and her delicate figure were all embellishing his beautiful face, and it was obvious that Gianna had grown into a big girl.

Arthas looked at Gianna's worried expression for a moment and then said, "Gianna, believe me, the people I brought are the most elite troops in the kingdom, and the threat of those cultists is simply not worth mentioning. ”

"Arthas, why are you so stubborn now! You have forgotten what Uther taught you? The world is big, bigger than you can imagine, you should be humble about the unknown!"

"Enough! Gianna! I have never forgotten Uther's teachings, it is my people who are suffering now, I cannot ignore what happened to them, now is the best chance to deal with those infidels!"

"Best chance, but how do I see this like a trap? Alsace I've been through so I know what those things are......!

Arthas interrupted Gianna angrily, "Damn it, don't mention that elf to me!"

Gianna ignored Arthas's words and continued: "Etis is my friend, just as you are my friend, and besides, the elf in your mouth is my savior, and I will not allow you to treat him with such an attitude. ”

Gianna's words obviously made Arthas even more irritable: "Gianna, I am the prince of this country, I have the final say on this team, if you don't want to come with you, leave!"

Gianna's little face flushed when she heard Arthas's words: "You..... Arthas, if it weren't for Uncle Terenus being kind to me, I wouldn't be able to care about you!"

Just when Arthas and Gianna were arguing more and more, Alsace's adjutant Melvin came over, and Melvin gave Alsace and Gianna a military salute and said: "Your Royal Highness Prince, Your Highness Gianna is also worried about our safety so suggested, Your Highness Gianna, we have traveled a long way to come here for an important mission, if we don't have the courage to explore here, then our previous efforts are not in vain? ”

Melvin spoke without hesitation, and made a hint that was clearly acceptable to both sides, and that it was rare to have such a cool head as a soldier.

With Melwin's clearance, Arthas and Gianna also had a step down, and they didn't want to fall out, so they accepted Melwin's suggestion, but Gianna's child had a temper attack and ran to the end of the team to sulk.

Another lieutenant of Arthas, Fallrek, walked up to Melvin and stabbed him with his elbow, laughed and said in a voice that was only two people: "Melwin, I think that His Royal Highness the Prince is jealous of the elf named Etis, and wants to show his strength as a man in front of His Highness Gianna, it is the youthful youth, I often used this trick when I was young to pursue my wife, but it is obvious that His Royal Highness Gianna does not eat this set." ”

Listening to Falerick's teasing words, Melwin was also a little helpless: "Be careful, Falerick, we are just royal guards, and it doesn't matter to us who the future queen of His Royal Highness Arthas is, even if you see anything, you don't see anything." ”

Falerick listened to the dissuasion with concern and spread his hands: "Since the prince went to study at the Silver Hand, Uther rarely let His Royal Highness the prince go out, originally every once in a while His Royal Highness Gianna would go to see His Royal Highness Arthas when he went to the royal city of Lordaeron, but since the appearance of that elf five years ago, His Royal Highness Gianna has hardly been there, saying that he wants to find a way to save that elf, hey poor Royal Highness the prince seems to be out of play." ”

Melvin rolled his eyes: "I believe that the people around me are not blind, and they don't need to touch the hearts that shouldn't be!"

Falerik snorted, patted Melwin on the shoulder and muttered to tidy up his equipment, as a veteran of the battlefield, Farlerick had already smelled the smell of battle, and he needed to prepare for the upcoming big battle.