The weather was a little hot, and after a day and a night of rapid marching, the entire human force was quite tired. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Arthas knew very well that he might be in a hurry, but the time was too precious to be delayed! Because every minute that passes, one of its own people may die.

He had vowed to stop this plague at all costs and to protect his people at all costs.

He'll keep his promise!

Andohal was ahead, and Alsace could see the smoke thicker ahead.

What's going on? Could it be that someone brought it up to stop the actions of the Cursed Sect and then burned the food of those culprits?

The warriors set up defensive formations, and the entire army entered the gates of Andohar with great care.

All around were burning buildings, no living people, no undead.

What's going on?

"Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, I'm surprised you found this place!" A kind voice came from ahead, and Arthas saw a black figure.

"Who is it?" Arthas shouted at the figure.

The black shadow took off his hood, revealing a gloomy face, and said with a sneer, "Maybe I'm the one you're looking for?" ”

"You're Furst Vespal!" Polly Monie screamed.

"Oh?" All eyes turned to Miss Moni.

"He's a mage from Riptide Castle, who has killed many innocent civilians with his magical abilities, and his name is on the first page of Dalaran's wanted post, and he actually ......," Moni said hurriedly.

"Yes!" The man in black opened his hands gracefully: "I have gone to my master, my master has given me great strength, and he has also given me a new name, and now, my name is Les-Frost ......"

Jon frowned at the name.

"I don't care what your name is, since you are the one who killed my people, then be prepared to pay the price!" Arthas raised his two-handed hammer.

"No, no, no......" Les-Frost shook her head repeatedly: "I am not the mastermind behind this plague, Your Highness Arthas, the sin of mutilating your people cannot be relied on on my head!" ”

"What do you mean?" Arthas said coldly.

Les-Frostwhisper's face was full of piety: "My master is the great Dreadlord Marganis, he is the true master of the Scourge Legion, and under his leadership, we will cleanse the entire world and wipe out all the living......"

Scourge and Dreadlord are words that are unfamiliar to Arthas.

A flash of light struck the necromancer's body, interrupting him.

It was Jon, only to hear him say solemnly, "Your Highness, don't listen to his lies, he's just stalling for time!" ”

"Such a fragile light!" Les-Frost didn't seem to be affected by Jon's attack in the slightest, and he shook his head, "My master is in Stratholme, young prince, if you have the guts, go find him!" ”

"But first I'll kill you!" Arthas rushed forward wielding a war hammer.

The hammer struck where Les-Frostwhisper was, and then the necromancer's body suddenly vanished, leaving nothing behind.

"It's just a fantasy, Your Highness, this necromancer isn't here!" One of the mages explained.

"Damn it!" Arthas stomped his foot hard, then said, "Go find the granary and burn all the contaminated grain." ”

Andohar is a grain transit point for the entire North Shire, and it is full of granaries that store grain.

Several soldiers rushed into a nearby burning granary, then opened the door, and were surprised to find only scattered grain and the corpses of some rats.

"Your Highness, the grain in the granary has been transferred!" Several soldiers came back to report truthfully.

"Other granaries!" Arthas's eyes were red, and the anger had made him lose his mind a little.

The soldiers opened every granary along the way, but unfortunately it was empty, and some of the granaries could even be seen that the grain inside had just been transferred.

"How can this be......" Arthas muttered.

"Your Highness, there is a discovery!" A voice rang out from behind Arthas, the elven mage of Quel'Thalas, who was proficient in Eagle Eye.

He ran over with some excitement and said, "I've found out where that necromancer is!" ”

"What?" Arthas's face changed and he returned home.

"Yes, I guess he can actually create such a real fantasy, I'm afraid the main body is nearby, so I just used the Eagle Eye technique to scout...... Sure enough, he was on the other side of the town of Andorhar, and he was moving the grain. ”

"Tell me the direction!" Arthas mounted his horse invincible: "Horsemen, follow me, find that bastard, I will tear him to pieces!" ”

The faces of several horsemen became a little unnatural, they had seen the gentle prince of Su Ri become like this for the first time, but they still followed.

Arthas mounted the invincible and rushed to the front, running in the direction of the elven mage.

He can't let the necromancer continue to go unpunished, he can't let the food contaminated by the plague continue to spread around, he can't let innocent people suffer anymore!

Many undead began to appear around, and many of the cavalry's horses were frightened by the undead and could not move on.

But Invincible does not, it is the bravest war horse, and it never feels afraid.

Several sturdy zombies blocked Arthas's path, and Arthas raised his hammer with a blank face.

"O Holy Light, protect me!"

He exclaimed, and at the same time, a powerful shield enveloped his body, touching his undead spirit, and turning to ashes.

He saw it, he saw the necromancer named Les-Frostwhisper!

This time, it was certainly not a fantasy, just ahead, the necromancer was directing several acolytes to transport food. When he saw Alsace rushing over single-handedly, Les-Frost was stunned.

He seems to be trying to summon undead creatures to stop Arthas, but he underestimates his invincible speed.

Even after running such a long distance, the invincible can still charge at the fastest speed.

Arthas had rushed to the Necromancer's side before he could finish casting his spell.

He raised the warhammer in his hand aloft: "Die, bastard!" ”

The light shone, and the warhammer struck Les-Frostwhisper in the chest.

Only the sound of bones shattering could be heard, and no matter how powerful the necromancer's magic power was, his body was still fragile.

"Ignorant fool!" A mocking smile came out of the dying necromancer's mouth, "My death is nothing...... Lord Marganis will destroy you...... The Scourge will rule the world! ”

Then, he closed his eyes.