The surrounding flames radiated a wave of heat, but Kel'thugad's emotionless words sent a chill through Arthas's body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHe didn't know what the "Dreadlord" was, but he couldn't have understood what "Scourge" meant.

"What the hell is this Scourge-Corps trying to cleanse?"

"What, of course, all living creatures." Kel'thugad's caustic lips under his gray beard showed another cruel smile, and he looked at Arthas like an idiot, "His plan has already been implemented. If you make it, you might even be able to see him one last time in Stratholme. ”

"It doesn't matter what kind of fear you have of the Demon King or a natural disaster, give me death!"

Arthas, fed up with the mocking look in Kel'thugad's tone, rushed forward with his hammer.

"Bang~Wow-"

There was a sound of wooden planks shattering, and from the scattered wood chips, two swollen monsters rushed out.

The monster was almost as tall as Arthas on a horse, and on its maggot-white body had many hands and feet and even animal limbs, and each of its hands of different sizes and lengths held a weapon with either a machete, an iron hook, or a sledgehammer. The stitches as wide as the width of the palm of the hand were all over the monster's body, and it looked like a rag doll sewn by a person with a broken hand.

With each step the monster took, the loud earth-shaking sound made Arthas's ears tingle. The prince of Lordaeron stopped, sweat pouring out of his forehead.

He is not a fool and has the courage to face the unfathomable necromancer Kel'thugad and his zombie pets. But I felt tricky about the two huge stitching monsters in front of me.

"Hahaha-why don't you rush." Kel'thugad did not hide his mockery at all, "How is it, Your Valliant Prince. I'll give you a chance - I'll tell you all our plans as long as you defeat my two little darlings alone. How is it? ”

Arthas was furious, and there was a faint hint of embarrassment. Turning her head away from Gianna, her eyes caught a figure.

"White wolf, destroy these two monsters. I'll leave the necromancer to me. ”

As a superior person, you must know how to make good use of others. This was one of the most important lessons the old king had taught him.

However, to the embarrassment of His Royal Highness the Prince again. The white wolf in his mouth did not move in the slightest, and the red eyes exposed under the helmet looked ahead without focus......

What's up ahead - it's all smoke!

"You ......"

Arthas felt that the whole person was going to explode, and he never expected that the white wolf would not give him face at all. I still worship his powerful power, thinking that I am already familiar with him......

"White wolf, Her Royal Highness the Princess has sent you to protect His Royal Highness the Prince, and now, you should follow His Royal Highness's orders. Such a low-level and ugly monster is not worthy of His Royal Highness the Prince's action at all. ”

Farik's words extinguished Arthas's anger a little, and then, when he turned to see Gianna's thoughtful look, he thought that the beauty thought he was timid.

His Royal Highness the young prince felt a rush of hot blood rushing from the soles of his feet to his brain, and his face turned red. With a roar, he swung his shining hammer and rushed forward.

At this time, the white wolf moved.

Farrick barely saw his movements. The white wolf's tall Lordaeron outfit had crossed Arthas.

Alsace in the charge only felt a gust of wind blowing around him, as if something had run in front of him. But then he put his thoughts aside, and he had to concentrate on the formidable opponent in front of him.

As the most outstanding prince in the kingdom, he has become a paladin at a young age, and the name of Arthas has spread throughout the Eastern Kingdom. Arthas Minethil is the idol of all young people.

Today, he is fighting for his own honor, for Lordaeron. Of course, the main thing is not to lose face in front of beauties...... Ahem!

When Arthas was about to rush in front of the Stitching Monster, he was surprised to find that the two Stitching Monsters were almost huddled together, as if trying to block something. What really surprised him was that the Stitch Monster seemed to have been imprisoned and froze in place, standing there motionless.

Arthas hesitated, but finally decided to take a hammer first.

Raise the hammer high and smash it down......

The upper body of the two-ended stitching monster slowly slid diagonally down as if it had been lubricated.

"Bang!"

The heavy corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and the lower half of the body could no longer maintain a standing posture, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Arthas realized that they had been cut in half by something. Could it be—

He jerked his head up.

The two zombies were just like the stitching monsters just now, and the neat incision split them in half and slid to the ground. The tall cloak of Lordaeron's emblem was waving in the wind, and the owner of the cloak was holding a sword.

"Keeping the ...... alive"

Arthas subconsciously shouted, and then saw the white wolf put away his long sword and turned to walk towards him.

Behind him, Kel'thugad's head slowly slid down, and his eyes were full of disbelief!

"You said it too late."

The tall figure of the white wolf staggered past Arthas, and the words were as plain as boiling water, echoing in his ears. Arthas instinctively swallowed and turned his head like a mechanical puppet, giving the crowd an ugly smile that they didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Kel'thugad's body immediately began to decompose.

The shocking scene woke everyone up from the shock of the white wolf's perverted killing of the necromancer.

It often takes days for a dead body to disintegrate, but this time, it only took a few seconds for the flesh to turn gray, swollen, and burst open. People gasped and covered their mouths and noses away. Some of them couldn't stand the stench of decay and turned around and vomited.

Arthas stared intently, horrified and intoxicated, unable to look away. Juice bubbled up from the corpses, and the dead flesh gradually became soft and black, turning into sludge. When this process of decay, which defies the laws of nature, finally begins to slow down.

Arthas retreated his troops, gulping in on the fresh air.

"What do we do now?"

Gianna's face was extremely pale, half frightened by the disgusting sight before her, and half frightened by the consequences of what Kel'thugad had said. She didn't dare to imagine what kind of monsters the entire people of Lordaeron would become if so many people ate the food that carried the plague.

"Go to the Valley of the Hearth first!" Arthas gritted his teeth, he remembered that Kel'thugad had said that his demon master was in Stratholme, "We must warn them." Then we turn to Stratholme, and I will get Marganis out and sacrifice my dead people with his blood! ”

"Alsace ......"

"Huh?" Arthas looked at Gianna in bewilderment.

"I hope you don't get blinded by hatred. I'm afraid you've been affected, Kel'thugad is a cunning guy and he's ......"

"Will I be affected?" Arthas looked excited, "Of course I will!" My people have already been affected! Look at them - one by one turned into the walking dead. Gianna, this is cruelty to life, but also to the desecration of the dead! I have to stop these, I have to! ”

"That's not what I meant, Arthas." Gianna frowned, and Arthas in front of her changed a little, "You are a paladin who serves the Light, and you are a warrior. But don't forget that you are also a healer. But I only see the side of you that is eager to kill the enemy and pursue revenge. ”

Alsaston's face sank.

"Do you want me to go and purge and treat the plague one by one? If you don't get rid of Marganis as the mastermind behind it, this plague will continue to rage in my kingdom, and more people will suffer. As the prince of Lordaeron, I will not allow such a thing to happen! Never——! ”

"Arthas, I ......"

"That's it!" Arthas interrupted Gianna, "I see what you mean, I haven't abandoned the idea of the people who have been infected with the plague, I will report to my father what is happening here, but I need someone I can trust to tell us what we see." ”

"Gianna, would you like to help me?" (To be continued.) )