Spoiled by the mysterious prophet, Arthas did not speak again along the way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The white wolf was happy to be quiet, looking around at the surrounding scenery, trying to recall the shattered and hazy memories.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where are you going?

Well?! It seems familiar, and it seems to have a philosophical meaning.

There are confusing and bizarre thoughts that even I can't figure out in my head. The white wolf looked up and felt a glance at him from the small hillside on the far side of the road.

He is a middle-aged man who is not very tall.

Who is he? Do you know me?

The white wolf pondered, and was about to turn the horse's head to ask, but the man had already turned and walked down the hill, leaving the white wolf with a familiar background.

Poor Farrick knew that his Royal Highness was in a bad mood and did not dare to say more, and the thought of his bare head made him lose the courage to talk to the white wolf.

The cave is at the end of the river, with Carl, a perverted guy who can fight and resist, in front of it. The rumored horror monsters in the cave were cut into pieces - the so-called cave monsters were nothing more than giant spider-like things.

Through dark caverns and then through a large dense forest, Arthas finally led his men to Stratholme.

Standing on a hill and looking down at the most prosperous city in Lordaeron, even the white wolf couldn't help but let out a shocked exclamation. Although it cannot be compared with the solemnity and orderliness of the royal city, the crowds of people on the streets and the sound of merchants and vendors haggling can be felt even outside the city.

Arthas and his troops were preparing to enter the city when the sound of thunderous horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.

"It's the hand of silver...... Your Royal Highness, it seems that we can take it easy. ”

Farik was pleasantly surprised to report to Alsace.

Arthas nodded expressionlessly, and Farrick, seeing that the prince's face was not good-looking, wisely closed his mouth.

"Uther, you've finally arrived in time!"

With a thick mockery on his face, the prince smiled and said coldly to Uther, who had fallen from the ground.

Uther is a rigid paladin, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get angry.

"Pay attention to the manner in which you speak, Arthas. Yes, you are a prince, but I am still your mentor, and in the army, I am your commander! ”

"Naturally, I don't forget that. Listen, Uther, and now I'll tell you about the Scourge......"

From what he had just observed, Stratholme was as lively as ever, showing no signs of being affected by the plague. It shows that people are still living a normal life, and it also means that they arrived in time and everything is still in time.

Then, as he spoke, a cold wind blew......

Arthas froze in place—frightened, tormented, remorseful...... His Royal Highness's face suddenly turned paler than ever.

Gianna, who had arrived with Uther, noticed his strangeness.

"Arthas, what's wrong with you?"

"It's late!"

It was the white wolf who spoke, and the sheer size made Uther look at him too.

"What's late? What are you talking about? ”

"Smell-!" Faric's face was as pale as Arthas's, "Yes...... Is it those feelings...... Plague-infected grains, roasted ...... Baked noodles...... The smell of bread. The captain of the guard's voice couldn't help but tremble, "It's exactly what we smell in the fireplace." ”

Gianna's eyes widened, she knew what that meant. Uther, on the other hand, was a little confused.

Arthas's eyes were red with rage, and the horrific discovery made his hairs stand on end, and his heart felt as if he had been punched.

"We're too late! Too late! His Royal Highness the Prince roared with a hideous face, as if he was venting, more like he was angry at his own incompetence, "Those grains ...... Those people......" he trembled his hands, "these people have been infected!" Although they seem normal on the surface now, it is only a matter of time before they become those monsters! ”

"What?" Uther loudly rebuked Arthas, who was his duty as a mentor, "Son, are you crazy? ”

"No," Gianna said, "he's right. If they've eaten that food, they've been infected -- if they've been infected...... will be corpsed. ”

She thought quickly.

There should be a way......

Antonidas had told her that as long as it was magic, there must be another magic to counter it. If you have time to think, if you can calm down and deal with it rationally instead of emotionally, you may be able to find a solution.

"The city must be cleansed!"

Arthas's unmistakable tone made Uther feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

"How do you come up with that idea? Alsace! They are your people. ”

"Soon it won't be!"

"There must be another solution. This isn't an apple, it's a whole city of living people! ”

Uther bumped into it, and he didn't want to see his students go astray.

"Hell, Uther! We had to do it! ”

Arthas's face was almost against Uther's, and the two glared at each other stubbornly.

"Arthas, isn't that a little too ......," Gianna dissuaded, "we don't know how many of them ate the bread, and maybe they won't have time to eat it." We can't just make a hasty decision about their life and death, we can't just slaughter them like cattle and sheep! ”

Arthas turned his head abruptly and looked at Gianna with a deep disappointment in his eyes.

"I thought you understood, Gianna! Partial sacrifices for the good of the whole are the best way to stop the spread of the plague. I'm doing my best to protect innocent people, I swear! ”

"They are innocents - they are victims of the plague! It's not what they want! Alsace, where there are still children. We don't know if they will be infected. There are too many uncertainties for us to take this - this kind of drastic approach. ”

"And what about those who are infected?" Arthas asked in a sudden, terrifyingly calm tone. "They're going to kill those kids, Gianna. They're going to come and kill us...... And then spread out from here, killing everywhere. They will die no matter what, but once they get up again, they will do what they absolutely would never want to do while they were alive. If it were you, what would you choose, Gianna? ”

Gianna took a few steps back in horror, she hadn't thought about it. She turned to look at Uther, then back at Arthas.

"I ...... I don't know ......"

"No, you know." Arthas pressed closer, almost forcing Gianna backwards and stumbling to the ground, "Would you rather die now than die of the plague?" Isn't it better to die cleanly as a thinking living human being than to be resurrected as a zombie to attack everyone—all the people you loved while you were alive? ”

"I ...... I ......" (To be continued.) )