The army didn't march fast, but it didn't run into any problems along the way. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At dusk, at the foot of Mount Alterac, the soldiers set up camp and spent the first night out of Lordaeron.

The next morning, when the army set off again, the weather suddenly became a little hot, and several of Dalaran's mages used frost spells to summon ice cubes and distribute them to everyone, causing the soldiers to cheer.

The unhappiness of encountering the undead before seems to have gradually disappeared.

Arthas and his two lieutenants, Faric and Marvion, were at the front of the line.

"How is there a village here?" Arthas asked, somewhat confused, holding the map in his hand, which was a bit different from the description on the map.

"It could be scattered farmers!" "They usually work in a single family and then live together to form a village, but they don't belong to any manor or house and have little contact with the outside world. ”

Arthas suddenly had a bad feeling that if these farmers had less contact with the outside world, the news would not get out if they were infected with the plague or attacked by the Cursed Sect.

"Let's take a look!" Arthas summoned a few paladins, plus Farrick and Marvion, and more than a dozen people slowly approached the village.

The village in front of me was silent, and its appearance was extremely dilapidated, exuding a smell of decay.

Arthas summoned the Light and enveloped him to protect his body, and he cried out, "I am Arthas-Minethir, Prince of Lordaeron, if anyone else, please come out, I will not hurt you!" ”

Still no response.

Several paladins glanced at each other, and everyone who was aware of the strangeness of the village.

"Your Royal Highness, I'll go in first!" Marvien said in a loud voice, raising the shield in his hand.

Arthas hesitated for a moment and took the adjutant's hand: "Wait for Marvion, let me go in first!" ”

There may be his people in the village, they may just be seriously ill and they need their own help...... As a prince, it is his duty to protect the people.

Not to mention that the Light will help you, won't you?

Arthas strode into a grass hut when he was greeted by an extremely foul smell that nearly made him vomit.

"Be careful, Your Highness!" Marvion's voice suddenly rang out behind him, and Arthas felt like he was being pulled out of the hut.

A scream of terror rang out, and Arthas saw an expressionless undead in front of him, dressed in tattered shirts and overalls, holding a hoe as a weapon, which was supposed to be a farmer.

The undead rushed towards him fiercely, Arthas quickly raised the sledgehammer in his hand, and the golden light obeyed his call, and then completely enveloped the undead, only to see the undead let out a wail, and then turned to ashes.

But there are dozens of these undead in the back, and these disgusting monsters are running towards this side.

"Stand back!" Arthas shouted.

The paladins quickly gathered in a circle, summoned the light to protect themselves, and then slowly stepped back.

The line of defense formed by the Holy Light briefly stopped the undead's steps.

Then the cavalry arrived just in time and launched a charge, and the sharp spears quickly briefly repelled the undead, leaving behind a dozen corpses.

"Let Mr. Mills and Miss Monie come here!" Arthas gasped and said with a grim expression.

One of the paladins has been injured.

……

Jon arrived with a few priests, and he was a little shocked to see the encounter from afar.

The combat effectiveness shown by these undead this time was far higher than that of those in Agamandel Castle before.

Polly Monie is a little faster than him, and she's casting spells. I saw a small spark appear in her hand, burning steadily...... Suddenly, the tiny flames turned into huge fireballs and smashed into the hut in front of them.

The village was suddenly surrounded by raging flames, and the scorching heat wave hit, and the undead who had been forced back into the village by the cavalry were now trapped in the flames.

Jon turned his gaze to the wounded paladin.

"Mr. Mills, my hand ......" The paladin lying on the ground looked in pain, his arm had just been bitten by an undead creature, and now black liquid was oozing from the wound.

Jon frowned, "Bear with me!" ”

The paladin nodded somewhat reluctantly.

"A few people are here to hold him down!" Jon then commanded a few of the men next to him.

After completely controlling the injured paladin, he pulled out his dagger from his waist, wiped it slightly, and stabbed it into the paladin's injured arm, and all the flesh near the wound was dug out by him with the dagger, until the black liquid completely disappeared.

During the operation, the paladin kept screaming, and if it weren't for the whole six people holding him down, I am afraid that he would have broken free long ago.

Demytia hurriedly bandaged the paladin's arm, and Brigitte unleashed recovery and stasis removal to relieve the paladin's pain and prevent his wound from becoming infected.

"Is this necessary?" Looking at the paladin with a pained face, Farrick couldn't help but say.

"If you get the plague, it's bad!" Jon whispered, "We don't have the means to fight the plague right now!" ”

……

The entire village was reduced to ashes in the flames, and the remnants of the undead were wiped out.

The wounded paladin had fallen into a deep sleep and was now lying on a stretcher, being carried by several soldiers.

"Where do you look?" Moni suddenly pointed to the top of the mountain.

Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing to, and saw a lonely granary on the top of the mountain.

"Let's take a look!" Jon suddenly remembered something, and hurried over to it.

Others quickly followed.

"What's wrong, Mr. Mills?" Arthas asked, somewhat surprised.

"Look at the land!" Jon stopped.

The land in front of him was nothing but dead grass and dust, without any life, and even insects could not survive.

And the land behind him is still green, forming a stark contrast.

"What's going on?" Arthas gasped, he didn't understand how the good land could have become like this?

"The land is polluted!" Jon shook his head helplessly, "Or maybe they're dead!" ”