A hand was pressed on Arthas's shoulder, and His Royal Highness the Prince, who was full of hideous faces, was pressed in place. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Gianna almost half-fell and half-fled behind the tall figure.

"What are you doing, white wolf!" Arthas lifted his shoulders and lifted his hand, turned and roared at the white wolf who had stopped him.

"What anger is being taken out on the undead and cultists! Treating a lady like this will only make me look down on you more. ”

"You don't agree with me either?"

The white wolf shook his head.

"On the contrary, I think you're very right! Regional isolation, separate treatment and purification, is the best way to deal with the plague. Don't ask me why, I just suddenly had this realization in my head. ”

He pointed to his own head and said jokingly.

"Crazy! You're a lunatic too! You must have influenced the prince's mind! Uther suddenly stepped forward, and the hammer in his hand was about to be raised.

"No one influenced me. It was my own decision! All you have to do is obey orders, Uther. Arthas stared coldly at Uther, "We're going to cleanse the city before they turn into undead!" ”

"Arthas - give me some time, only a day or two. I can teleport back to Antonidas, we can call an emergency meeting. Maybe we can find a way-"

Gathering her courage, Gianna stepped up from behind the white wolf and pleaded with Arthas.

"We don't have a day or two left!" Arthas erupted, but his tone softened slightly when he saw the white wolf's threatening eyes. "Gianna, they're going to have a seizure soon, it's too late. I--I've seen it with my own eyes in the Valley of the Hearth. There's no time to think about it and fight about it. We have to do it, right now, or it's too late. ”

He turned to Uther and ignored Gianna.

"I am your future monarch, and I order you to clean up this city!"

Uther, as if suddenly much older, looked at the angry Arthas with disappointment and anguish.

"Son, you are not my king yet! And even if you were, I wouldn't obey such orders! ”

There was a terrible silence, and the atmosphere was suddenly tense to the extreme.

"Good!" Arthas sneered angrily and said in a cold tone, "Then, I can only regard your decision as treason." ”

"Treason?" Uther's eyes widened, and an enraged countenance appeared on the paladin's face, "Are you crazy, Arthas? ”

"Crazy? In my capacity as heir to the throne, I hereby declare that Lord Uther is relieved of all powers and duties as a knight of the Silver Hand, and that you are suspended as a paladin. ”

"Arthas! How can you ......" Gianna looked at Arthas with a shocked look on her face, incredulous.

"So be it! Whoever wishes to save this land, come with me! Others...... Get out of here! ”

"Arthas, you have made a very terrible decision."

Uther gave him one last look, then turned and left without looking back.

"I never regret it...... Jaina? ”

Arthas looked expectantly at Gianna, who turned around.

The latter stopped, but did not look back.

"I'm sorry, Alsace. I can't watch you do that! ”

Arthas's outstretched hand dropped and slowly closed his reddened eyes.

The sound of horses' hooves faded away, and Arthas's heart grew heavier and colder.

"Am I doing something wrong?"

Muttering in a low voice, Arthas's eyes were filled with confusion.

"It's a bit ruthless, but it's the most straightforward and effective way!"

The figure of the white wolf blocked the sunlight in front of Arthas. Arthas opened his eyes, his gaze determined again.

"Your Highness, allow me," Faric said to Arthas, "I...... Belch...... I'd rather be chopped into 10,000 pieces than become a zombie. ”

Then came a chorus of approval. In addition to the knights who had followed Arthas and witnessed everything, there were many soldiers who were extremely loyal to the royal family who remained, but the total number was only a small fraction.

Most of the knights of the Silver Hand, disappointed by the ruthlessness of His Royal Highness, followed their commander and left.

Alsace's heart perked up a little.

He clenched the hammer.

"There is no pleasure in what we are going to do here, only coldness and necessity. It's all about putting an end to the plague with minimal casualties. The men in the walls are dead. Although they don't know it yet, we understand. We're going to kill them cleanly before the plague kills us. ”

He looked at each one by one, and these people did not shirk their duties.

"They must be killed, their homes must be burned down so that no one we have time to save will hide inside."

The soldiers grabbed their weapons and nodded in understanding.

"It will not be a great and glorious battle, but it will be full of ugliness and pain. I grieve with all my heart the necessity of it, but I also believe with all my heart that this is what we must do. ”

He raised the hammer.

"For the Light!"

He yelled, then took a deep breath and rushed inside.

"For Lordaeron!"

In response, his soldiers raised their weapons, roared, and followed in the prince's footsteps into the city gates.

"Ah, it's His Royal Highness!"

The citizens of Stratholme are pleasantly surprised by the arrival of Arthas, and he is greeted by a warhammer that glows with holy light. The citizen fell down with a scream, the last sight in his eyes was the distorted face of Arthas.

"I'm sorry, you're too infected, all I can do is let you rest in pain!"

Hammering another stunned citizen to the ground, Arthas murmured: This is just the beginning.

"Yes, that's just the beginning."

A sudden puff of black smoke appeared in the middle of the street. A low, shuddering voice came from it, and an evil aura suddenly filled the entire street.

"I've been waiting for you, young prince. I am Marganis. ”

"Dreadlord?!"

Arthas gritted his teeth as he stared at the massive demon slowly peeking out of the smoke. At the same time, there was even a hint of joy in his heart - if he killed Marganis, he would be able to stop the plague.

The thoughts in the mind of His Royal Highness the Prince can be cleaned up.

"Bang~Wow-"

The wooden walls on both sides of the street looked like rotten wood that had rotted for many years, easily shattered. A group of people...... No, it was a group of zombies pouring out of the open doors and walls and pounced on Arthas and his soldiers, their bodies flashing with an eerie green glow.

"As you can see, your people are now mine." Marganis smirked at Arthas, "I have turned all the inhabitants of the city into my slaves, and the fire of life in Stratholme...... Extinguished forever. ”

Arthas gripped the hammer in both hands, but the light on the hammer slowly dimmed, and the sheer force made his fingers turn white.

"I won't let you get away with it, Marganis! I'd rather them die at my hands than watch them become your slaves!" ”

"Haha, I'll wait for you to come."

"White wolf!" Arthas roared.

Before the words fell, a figure had already arrived in front of Marganis, who was about to leave.

Marganis was stunned by an angry roar from Arthas, and then saw a dark shadow crash into him.

"What-?"

And then...... The Dreadlord's massive body slammed into the house next to the street like a baseball that had been knocked off. (To be continued.) )