Starting from the royal city of Lordaeron and reaching the northern border of the kingdom of Lordaeron, even if all the people are cavalry, it will take at least half a month.

If you run for your life, you might be able to arrive within a week, something that Arthas and Gianna had already experienced once in the original time stream.

On that occasion, the plague-stained grain in the granary of Andoral was transported to Stratholme, and in order to catch up with it, Arthas and Gianna rode their horses for days almost sleeplessly, and they were in a complete race against time.

Unfortunately, they didn't make it in time.

This time, however, time was not so tight, and Arthas also arranged his schedule at the normal pace of the march, resting normally in the evening, continuing his march early in the morning, and even after lunch, he had a little time to rest.

Passing through the flocky farmsteads of Andorjar, past the towering walls of the castle of Madenhold in the Valley of the Hearth, and through the elevating terrain, Arthas and his army finally arrived at the northernmost town of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and a place of great importance to him.

Stratholme.

In order not to interfere too much with the lives of the inhabitants of Stratholme, Arthas sought a vacant field on the outskirts of the town to serve as a base for the army.

Under the command of Paul and several of the Lordaeron Royal Guards, the Lordaeron Royal Guards methodically set up their tents, while Arthas dismounted and left the camp to a slightly raised hillside.

"Master, is this Stratholme?"

Frost Sorrow followed Arthas. Look curiously at the city in front of you.

They arrived in the early morning, and a light smoke shrouded the low walls of Stratholme, from the location of Alsace. You can see the smoke rising from the houses gathering in the sky above the city, dissipating with the morning breeze.

"yes!"

Arthas replied with emotion.

In fact, in the original flow of time, Arthas had never seen Stratholme before he was poisoned by the plague, and he never imagined that this northern border city would be so quiet and peaceful.

"It's because I killed the people here. So Gianna blames the master for that bad woman? It's disgusting......"

Frostmourn had consumed Arthas's soul, and there were no secrets between her and Arthas, as she thought that her master had been criticized by Uther and Gianna for slaughtering the city here. Frost Sorrow is very aggrieved by Arthas.

Did the owner do anything wrong, could the guy who turned into a zombie still be saved? And the host can't be wrong!

- thought indignantly to Arthas's blind worship of the little demon sword.

Arthas certainly didn't take Frost's sad words to heart, and this guy's opinion can't be taken as a reference.

Anyway, her heart must be full of terrible thoughts like "It's just a human being, what if you kill it, what if you kill it", right?

- Arthas thought in imitation of Frost Sorrow's way of thinking.

"Hmm...... Say no more. Small frost. They all came. ”

Arthas didn't want to make a distinction between right and wrong about what he had done in the original time stream, those things would never happen in the current time stream, he just had to take a little precautions.

"Arthas, where is this?"

Gianna happily ran to the mound where Arthas was, and stood beside him, with her hands on the pergola, and looked at the city on tiptoe in the distance.

The overly excited girl forgot her identity as a mage. All she needed was a simple spell to see what was going on.

"Stratholme. The northernmost city in Lordaeron. We'll meet up with the rest of us here, and together we'll attack the interior of the Wraith Lands. ”

Arthas explained to Gianna with a smile.

"Oh...... So when will they arrive? ”

Gianna continued.

"I don't know, but we should need to wait here for a while, Stormwind's army needs to travel far and wide, and Riptide Fort is a bit far from here."

Arthas replied.

"Oh...... Arthas, there's someone over there! ”

Gianna nodded obediently, and then reported to Arthas what she had discovered.

"Who?"

Arthas was stunned for a moment, then asked.

"It seems to be...... Sir Uther? And a couple of people I don't know......"

Gianna finally remembered her spell, and after quickly casting it, she said to Arthas.

"Mr. Uther has already arrived first, then Mograini and they should be together......"

Arthas nodded, and stood motionless on the hill, waiting for Uther and the others to arrive.

"Mograine, did he arrive before us?"

Wen Lesa asked with her big blue eyes.

Aside from Kalia and Arthas, Winlesa didn't have much contact with humans, but Mograine was one of her rare acquaintances, and together they accompanied Arthas six years ago to free the Red Dragon Queen from Grimbaatar's cage.

"Well, the road from the Alterac Valley to here is closer, and the Knights of the Silver Hand are less numerous, which is more conducive to quick action."

Arthas explained.

As he spoke, the black dots in the distance were gradually approaching the mound, and several royal guards of Lordaeron stopped the visitors when they were still some distance from the mound, and after a few brief questions and answers, they let them over.

"Mr. Uther, Mograine, you have arrived."

Arthas smiled and said to Uther and Mograine, who were at the helm.

"Arthas, you too, you're a lot faster than I thought."

Uther glanced at the camp that was busy behind Arthas and nodded.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, we are only a day ahead of you."

Alexandros? Mograine, the paladin second only to Uther in the Order of the Silver Hand, nodded and saluted Arthas.

"Well, where's your station? On which side of the city? ”

Arthas answered, then asked.

"On the north side of the city. Uther has sent scouts to clear the northern borders of Lordaeron and the Wraith Lands, so we can attack quickly as soon as the army is ready. ”

Mograini said.

"That's right...... Actually, let's put the scout business away, I don't want the trolls to find out about our military movements too soon, lest they be more prepared. ”

Hearing Mograine's words, Arthas frowned, and then said to Uther, who he felt was a little too anxious about Uther's actions. (To be continued......)