Gianna was a little lost. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The big brother who was happily strolling around Dalaran with his own face, forced by himself and Sister Onexia to throw gold coins at the Trevi Fountain, never came back.

She didn't suspect Arthas of lying, and he didn't have the need to lie. White wolf, white wolf. Probably Kalia gave him this name because of his gray hair. Gianna also noticed the white hair peeking out of the soldier's neck, and the eyes that were always cold and red.

She remembered very clearly that her eldest brother's hair was soft and shiny, and his eyes were also as deep as stars, black pupils, not the frightening blood-red of the person in front of her.

"His power is very great!" Arthas said loudly, with a deep envy in his tone, "I dare say that even compared to a dragon, his strength is not inferior in any way. Do you know tanks? Well, it's the kind of giant steam-powered siege equipment that the dwarves have built. ”

Gianna nodded, she had seen this terrifying apparatus shrouded in thick armor that fired cannonballs to destroy fortifications.

"You know what? He was able to lift a tank with ease! Yes! You heard it right! Arthas's tone was a little agitated, and the young prince's admiration for strength was unmistakable, "Lifting a tank dozens of pounds is as easy as drinking water and eating!" ”

Arthas swallowed, his face flushed with excitement.

"If that tank could have been made bigger and heavier, I'm sure he would have been able to lift it! His power is truly ...... What a ......."

His Royal Highness the Prince couldn't go on, and there was only envy, jealousy and hatred left in his eyes.

Gianna was amused by Arthas's gaffe. The young prince, who has always maintained a steady appearance, finally couldn't hide his inner yearning in the face of powerful forces, and tore off the disguise on his body. made Gianna feel that Alsace at this time should be his own character, not the prince who pretends to be heavy.

Arthas finally spotted Gianna with a smile on her face, her snow-white skin reflecting a bright glow in the sunlight, which complemented her long golden hair.

The young prince was stunned by the beautiful sight in front of him!

It wasn't until Gianna's heavy cough reminded him that he should pay attention to his image that Arthas turned his head away with a flushed face, not looking at Gianna again.

For a moment, the two were silent. The crisp sound of horses' hooves clanged on the quiet road.

Before they reached the gates of Andohar, Arthas and Gianna saw a thick black smoke in the sky.

It would be nice if that grain was burned as well.

Arthas thought to himself. But he was immediately ashamed of his own indifferent thoughts.

Kicking his mount hard, Arthas took the lead and ran towards the gate.

The gates were blackened with smoke, and the streets were sprinkled with all sorts of miscellaneous items: fruits, clothes, tables and chairs...... And some rudimentary weapons. The buildings on both sides of the street are still burning with blazing fires, and because of the humid weather, there are puffs of smoke steaming.

As far as the eye could see, the streets were dead silent, except for the crackling of burning wood. There are no living people, and there are no zombies.

Damn, what the hell is going on?

Arthas rolled and dismounted, clutching the hammer in his hand, his eyes reddening as he searched for the enemy that might appear at any moment.

"Looks like you're not coming too slowly, boys."

A hoarse voice sounded, as if there was no moisture in the throat, a sound made entirely by rubbing.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the wind pushed away the thick black smoke, allowing Arthas and Gianna to see the owner of the voice clearly.

At another fork in the street, a figure shrouded in black robes stood. Arthas tightened - he had a feeling that this man was the one behind the scenes!

The necromancer was smiling, his face under the hood blurred in the shadows, and his hypocritical smile made Arthas so angry that he wanted to cut off his face immediately. Beside him were his two zombie pets.

"Are you satisfied with the welcome I prepared for you?"

Arthas will have a warhammer to be dual-wielded, and the hammer will begin to shine with blazing light.

"It's you—Kel'thugad!" Gianna gasped, no one in the room knew the meaning of the name better than him, "You devil who is more cruel than a demon, you are our shame. Your inhumane experiments...... The council should have disposed of you sooner. ”

"Gianna Proudmoore." Kel'thugad's tone was filled with nostalgia and deep remembrance, "That naughty little girl has grown up too." But—"

Kel'thugad raised his hand, revealing a hand that looked like a dried corpse.

"But I'm so old that I feel tired even when I walk, and even my mind is slowly becoming dull."

"So you're studying necromancy and experimenting with those poor animals." Gianna was indignant.

"Tut~" Kel'thugad made a 'I admire you' expression, "It's really Antonidas's best apprentice, I haven't learned much about the instinct of magic, but the old immortal pedantry and stubbornness have learned it to the fullest." ”

The necromancer's face suddenly became distorted and ferocious, and the blue eyes gleamed with hatred.

"You can't understand my fear. Young man - you never know what it is to watch death approach. It's a bad feeling to wait for death, but I'm sure you don't have to wait for that day. ”

"No matter how much you quibble, it won't change the fact that you're a devil. Look what you've done! Gianna's beautiful face was flushed, and that was infuriating.

"You created this plague, right? You're ...... It turned out to be ......"

"You're right, I really shouldn't have experimented with those animals." Kel'thugad smiled proudly, "How can animals compare with people?" You see, I was driven out of Dalaran by you, and then I came to my senses. I began to use living human bodies to continue my research. Now, you've seen it all. How perfect they are—"

The two zombies beside him let out two roars in agreement.

"You're a cultist of the Cult of the Damned?!" Arthas suddenly realized, "This is what your cult has planned a long time ago?!" ”

"No, no, no......" Kel'thugad looked objecting, "I founded the Cult of the Damned. I think it would be wonderful to have a lot of people who share my interests and goals, and to be able to research and experiment together. As for the plague—"

Kel'thugad's eyes glowed with a faint blue light.

"You should know that it is not very convenient to test the effect of experiments in the laboratory all the time. Therefore - I command the congregants to distribute the food infected with the plague everywhere, and so ......"

"You executioner! Demon! ”

Arthas raised his hammer and was about to rush over.

Gianna grabbed him and shook her head at him.

"What are you doing this for? I don't believe you're just experimenting. Who are you working for? ”

Kel'thugad glanced at Gianna with admiration.

"Girls are too smart to be liked." There was a glint of reverence in his eyes, "I serve the Dreadlord Marganis. He will command the Scourge to cleanse the earth and create an eternal paradise of darkness. (To be continued.) )