A slight breeze stirred the listless leaves, gently swaying. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info faint smoke rises, not thick, but continuous. The quiet village was eerily quiet—no shouts from the villagers, no children playing, no cows and sheep...... Even the sounds of birds and insects chirping have disappeared.

"It's so quiet here!"

Arthas furrowed his eyebrows.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron had blonde hair, which was not as dazzling as the elven's blonde hair, but it was softer and more intimate. With a tall and well-proportioned body, broad shoulders and thick limbs, it is clear that this handsome prince is not a gentleman.

It was only a few years since the orcs who invaded Azeroth were defeated by the Alliance, and within a few years, the mighty Alliance had fallen apart. With the exception of elves and dwarves, Lordaeron has become the most powerful of the seven kingdoms of mankind.

And the Knights of the Silver Hand, which originally belonged to the Alliance's joint ownership, were also captured by the treacherous and cunning Terenas.

In the year of the eighteenth birthday of Prince Alsace Mineshir - Lordaeron. At the Cathedral of Light, he was baptized by Alonthos Fao, and the young prince was sworn in to join the Order of the Silver Hand. Became a glorious paladin.

"His Royal Highness the Prince is right, this is not normal." Farrick affirmed. He had known Arthas for a long time, so he had a bit of the casualness of acquaintances when he spoke to the prince. Arthas also relied more and more on his sincerity and straightforwardness, and if he had to make a list of his most trusted followers, Faric would be number one.

The squad leader, whose sideburns are now gray, shook his head and said, "I grew up in this area, and this is the time when the villagers go home laughing and enjoying lunch with their wives and children. It can't be so quiet—"

Farrick gestured, and the dozens of knights in Lordaeron's armor gently drew their weapons, vigilantly searching the surroundings.

"Maybe the people in the village are also infected with the disease, and they may not want to go outside and ask for help."

It was a beautiful girl with the same blonde hair as Alsace who spoke. On the delicate and beautiful face, the facial features seem to be naturally carved: the slender eyebrows are slightly raised, and there is a heroic spirit in the weakness; Under the eyebrows, the big eyes were as bright as jewels; The nose is just right, the rosy lips are like two dewy petals, and the slightly concave corners of the mouth are slightly upturned. Between the two swelling of the two sparkling, moist, sensual red lips, there were rows of snow-white teeth—real pearls, as if they were competing with the enchanting little swirls that appeared on her small, round chin.

"Gianna has a point." Arthas smiled gracefully at the golden beauty, "Let's go and see what clues we can find." ”

His Royal Highness gave the order and got on his horse.

They walked slowly, attracting the attention of the villagers and telling them that they were not hostile.

They arrived at a farmhouse, where Alsace carefully observed his surroundings.

"The gates were broken, things were falling all over the floor, and the cattle in the cowshed were gone."

"Something doesn't look good."

Gianna nodded in agreement.

"The villagers here are not very friendly, especially to strangers." Farrick's face was full of confusion, "No one came out to greet us, not even one who came out to ask for trouble. ”

Arthas and Gianna looked at each other and motioned for the group to stop.

"I'm Alsace Minethir. Prince of Lordaeron, I and my men have no ill will here. Anyone? Please come out and speak—"

Silence, eerie dead silence.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the dead leaves and grass were seen to be rolled up, dancing vividly in the air. The crunching sound of the dilapidated farmhouse accompanies them along with the grinding of the soldiers' armor.

His Royal Highness the Prince frowned.

"It doesn't look like anyone."

"They may not be able to answer, we have to go in and have a look." Gianna frowned golden, "Maybe they need our help!" ”

Arthas glanced at his retinue, the prince's squire and knights looked reluctant, and they were likely to be infected with the plague when they entered the house. Actually, he was himself, but he knew Gianna was right.

A king needs to have the support of his people, and a kingdom without them is doomed.

The words of my father were especially in my ears, these were his people, and he had sworn to help them. He will do it, no matter how difficult and dangerous it is, and he will fulfill his vow.

Pushing open the broken door, a terrible stench suddenly hit the face.

As the only woman in the team, Gianna immediately covered her mouth, her face was pale, and even Arthas managed to hold back the churning in her stomach and not vomit.

It was the stench of rotting corpses, and one of the attendants couldn't hold back for a moment, turned and ran out, followed by a burst of vomiting sounds.

Arthas frowned, relying on his own will to not be like his men.

Why didn't he come out to greet and answer him, the answer is already very obvious.

Farrick grasped the steel longsword in his hand and rushed ahead of Arthas. Eyes scrutinize any nook and cranny where you can hide.

Arthas looked appreciative, which is why he has a lot of trust in the old captain.

"Looks like this place must have been attacked by some mob." Arthas confidently spoke to Gianna of his own speculation.

Gianna didn't speak, her frowning eyebrows sinking into thought.

Suddenly, accompanied by the breath of death, a terrifying scream with the sound of liquid **** filled the entire room. Some of the figures slammed through the dilapidated walls and lunged at them at breakneck speed.

Arthas's warhammer immediately appeared in his hand, bursting with an extremely fiery light.

He raised his hammer and flexed his legs slightly, ready to smash his foe with a single blow. When his eyes met with his enemy, no, to be specific, with a pair of dark eye holes, His Royal Highness the Prince, who considered himself brave and fearless, couldn't help but get goosebumps and trembled slightly.

This is clearly a person - a person when he is alive, to be exact. Dressed in tattered shirts and overalls, he holds a long pitchfork in his hand. The reason why he was no longer alive was to see the gray-green carrion creatures from his scalp, his rotten fingers leaving disgusting clumps of filth on the straw fork handles, pustules all over his face and exposed skin, from which a black, gelatinous liquid flowed out of them, giving off a disgusting smell.

The dead farmer howled, accompanied by a foul smell, and the saliva it brought out sprayed Arthas in the face. The young prince Sparta felt as if his mind was blank, and he ignored even the churning of his stomach.

"Bang!"

The blinding light of the fire flickered, and the sound of the explosion woke Arthas from the ground. Only then did he realize that the corpse of the farmer who had attacked him had fallen to the ground in a cloud of charcoal, emitting puffs of pitch-black smoke. The filthy pitchfork fell at his feet, and Arthas realized how dangerous he had been.

"Thank you, Gianna! You saved my life. ”

Arthas tried to get closer to express his gratitude, but saw Gianna cover her mouth and step back with an ugly face.

"...... on your face" (To be continued.) )