The entire army came to a halt in Andorhar for the time being. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the Prince of Arthas was not here, his lieutenant, the experienced Captain Marvion of Lordaeron, had organized his soldiers to extinguish the flames burning around him, set up camp, and build a simple defense.

It's getting late, and everyone needs to rest now.

The mages and priests were the first to get a chance to rest, they were not properly trained soldiers, their physical fitness was definitely a little out of place, and they were the most consumed people in the previous battles.

In the cramped tent, Bridget Abydis was lying on a blanket with her head resting on Jon's lap, already asleep.

The environment here was very poor and uncomfortable, but the poor girl was so tired after all the way that she fell asleep.

Jon was tired now, too, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Jon looked at the girl's sleeping face as he fell into deep thought.

"Why is this the case?" Jon muttered to himself, confused.

Obviously, the timeline has changed a lot, and he has spent so much effort to expose the conspiracy of the Cursed Sect and expose the true face of Kel'thugad......

But I didn't expect the sudden change in wind and rain, and now Alsace has been forced to this step again, and he will be forced to go to Stratholme, and then Stratholme will massacre the city? And then there is the fall of the prince?

Kel'thugad is dead, and in his place is Les-Frost; The Cult of the Damned received enough attention from Dalaran and Lordaeron, but they directly dispatched all their power to attract the attention of Dalaran and Lordaeron......

The timeline is moving towards the greatest tragedy in history, little by little.

Was it all fate? Could it be that the tragedy that should have happened could not have been avoided? Are all your efforts in vain?

Jon gritted his teeth slightly.

……

"His Highness Arthas is back!" Outside the tent, the voice of a soldier could be heard faintly.

Jon gently held the sleeping Bridget in his arms, then rested her head on a piece of clothing next to her, and snuck out of the tent himself.

Surrounded by resting soldiers, ordinary soldiers were not treated as well as priests, and many of them were dozing off with a blanket in the corner.

There was a large tent in the middle of the camp, and Jon went to the door, knocked lightly, and walked inside.

Arthas's hair was a little messy, his armor was stained with blood, and his lieutenant, Pharik, was stooping over to dust the prince.

"Mr. Mills!" Seeing that the intruder was actually Jon, Arthas hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'm not hurt!" ”

He thought Jon had come to heal him, but as a paladin, he had already healed himself with the Holy Light, even though he had suffered a little from the previous battle.

"No, Your Highness!" Jon explained, "I'm here to ask you something! ”

"Oh?"

"I want to ask Your Highness, what happened to that necromancer??" Jon asked calmly.

"He's dead, I'll kill him!" Arthas said with a wry smile on his face: "From his hands, I also recovered some of the food contaminated by the plague, but only a small part of it. ”

"Then Your Highness...... That means ......," said Farek, trembling, "has most of that grain been taken away?" ”

"Yes!" Arthas nodded, his face very solemn: "They were transported to the north, where is Stratholme, the second largest city in the whole of Lordaeron...... The necromancer had said before that his master was there, and that if Stratholme were infected with the plague, the consequences would be dire...... I swear if it weren't for everyone's fatigue, I'd even rush over overnight......"

"Your Highness!" Jon abruptly interrupted Arthas.

Arthas looked at him in surprise.

Jon said very seriously, "Could it be, I mean, is it possible that this is a trap?" ”

"Trap?" Alsace was puzzled by this.

"This Les-Frost looks like he's going to be a big leader in that cursed sect, but I look at it today, and he seems to be welcoming us to kill him?" Jon tried to make his words as credible as possible.

"His death is so inexplicable, isn't it, Your Highness? Now that he knew we were here, he should have chosen to flee early...... In fact, he has many opportunities to slip away in advance without knowing it, instead of dying here for nothing! ”

Arthas frowned, and when Jon said this, he suddenly sensed something suspicious.

Killing that necromancer was a bit of an easy one.

"So I think what the necromancer said before is actually a trap!" Jon said with a look of certainty, "What he said about the Scourge, what kind of Dreadlord is actually inducing us to go to Stratholme, and over there, he may have laid out a big plot......"

Jon's suggestion was stopped, and Arthas fell into a brief silence as he pondered.

"Your Highness!" A shout was heard, and then a scout galloped on horseback, interrupting Arthas's thoughts.

An hour earlier, Mavien had sent some of his cavalry to patrol around Andorhar as a precaution, and this one was one of them.

"What's the matter?" Arthas asked hurriedly.

"Undead...... There are undead ......" The scout said a little breathlessly, "To the south of Andorhar, there are a large number of undead, and the number is too large to count......"

Arthas shouted: "What! ”

Before Arthas could be surprised, several more scouts rushed in and began to report an urgent message.

Arthas then realized that there had been countless undead creatures around the entire Andorjar, and they seemed to be surrounded.

We have to be on the defensive!

"Faric!" Arthas hurriedly said to the adjutant beside him: "Hurry up and wake everyone up, prepare the defenses, we will defend this town." ”

"All the cavalry are trying to break through and get the word out that we are surrounded, we need reinforcements now!"

After thinking about it, he turned his head to look at Jon again, "Mr. Mills, you guessed a good reason, but I'm afraid you're only half right. ”

Arthas's voice was quick: "That necromancer named Les-Frost is indeed a decoy, and it is indeed a trap, but he is luring us not to leave Andorhar, so that the army of the undead can surround us and annihilate us completely!" ”

With that, Arthas walked away quickly and set up his defenses.

The camp was in chaos, but Jon stood there dumbfounded, his face complicated.