This weak call pulled Arthas back from the brink of collapse.

And the living?

Without thinking about it, Arthas followed the sound and saw that Alfred Abidis, covered in blood, was leaning against the jade-white wall with his breath, he held his chest with one hand, and the giant blade in the other, and several ghouls who had been cut in two were lying beside him.

"General Abydis?"

Arthas stepped forward, knelt down on one knee beside Abidis, and gently lifted the latter up, and then a soft golden light appeared above Abidis's head.

Even in this situation, Arthas did not lose his due sanity and did not forget his duties as a paladin.

This may already be a habit.

"General Abydis, what the hell is going on? Lordaeron... How did this country become like this?" asked Alsace anxiously.

In Lordaeron, where corpses are strewn everywhere, Abidis may be the only witness to the whole affair.

At this time, Gianna and Farrar also walked in, and when they saw Abidis covered in scars, they quickly walked up.

"It's... Act of God... Corps... Renault... The bastard... Already... Already... Take refuge... Finish... They..."

Holding Arthas's hand tightly, Abidis coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood violently, and anyone could tell that the legendary marshal who had led the Lordaeron Alliance to defeat the orc invasion was probably running out.

Renault!?

Renault Mograini?

To be honest, Arthas had no special impression of this knight from Brill and became famous at a young age, only that he was a young genius like himself, and that he had successfully passed the examination of a high-ranking knight at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and had joined the Knights of the Silver Hand.

But no matter what, a high-ranking general of Lordaeron who served in the Scourge Legion was enough to attract his attention.

"Why would he do that?"

After seeing those hateful ghouls again, Arthas had a rudimentary understanding of what Medivan called the Scourge Legion, a planned and premeditated attack, and their purpose was probably much more than Lordaeron.

And the mastermind behind all this is the leader of the Scourge Legion.

"Perhaps, for the sake of power..."

Gianna on the side spoke coldly, she squinted her eyes, recalling the ancient books she had read in the Dalaran Library at that time,

"Dark necromancy and evil spells are the forbidden spells of the entire Azeroth, and it is precisely because of their instability and violent destructiveness that necromancers above the seventh order can even directly make this power into essence and transmit it to other people, so that their strength suddenly skyrockets, and it is precisely because of this temptation that some people, such as Kel'thugad, dedicate themselves to it. ”

Gianna told as much detail as she could about dark spells, because she knew that there were many people who fell in pursuit of this power.

Arthas's eyes widened when he heard of this strange magic for the first time, he couldn't believe that someone would choose to betray his country for the sake of power, but what happened to Lordaeron made him believe it.

"What about Father, and what about Galya?"

Shaking Abidis in his arms, Arthas asked anxiously, his father and sister were his most concerned things now.

"Terry... Nas... Your Majesty... Under... Already... Die... Finish... Galia... Public... Princess... Ignorance... Whereabouts"

Already dead?!

The sudden news made everyone's faces stunned.

Gianna stiffly turned her head to look at Arthas, and saw that the latter had frozen in place.

Gianna's eyes welled up with tears.

Oh my God, if I could, I would share all his pain!!

At this moment, time seems to have frozen, and only Alsace is left in heaven and earth.

For the young prince, today's bad news is beyond the limit of what he can bear, the fall of the country, the death of his father, the disappearance of his sister, all the things he was once proud of, today...

All of them have come to naught...

The words despair, helplessness, and so on now seemed so pale, and the heart-eating pain crushed what was left of his will.

"General Falar..."

In Gianna's worried gaze, Arthas's tone was calm and terrifying, "Gather the Knights of the Silver Hand that we currently have, and we must find the murderer behind all this. ”

He was already going crazy, and this inhuman pain had to be vented.

He swore in his heart that he would swear to avenge these innocent people, and no matter what the cost, he would exhaust his life's energy to crush the bones of the Scourge Legion!

"Alsace..."

Gianna was about to say something, but was rudely interrupted by Arthas.

"This is the order of the future king, execute it immediately!!" roared the young prince.

Looking at Arthas's blood-red pupils and almost roaring voice, Farrar hesitated for a long time before taking the order.

Gianna looked away from Arthas with difficulty, knowing that no matter what she said now, there was nothing she could do to change his mind. He seemed calm, but he was just hiding the anger and anger in his heart, and he had lost his mind.

And all she can do now is pray, pray that Arthas will not become another demon because of the hatred in her heart...

"Go... Go and find... Uther... He's in Stein... Brad... And also... Gavin Rad ...... Only... Find them... You guys... Joining forces... Talent Battle... Overcome... Act of God... Legion..."

A weak voice came from Arthas's arms, and the prince lowered his head to find that Abydis's face was even paler, and he was holding his chest with one hand, where blood was gurgling, "You are... I've seen... Most... Kindness... Most... Wise... Prince... By all means... Can... Recover... Lordaeron's... Glory... Become... Great... King... Please help... Help me... Shine... Take care... Good Brie... Peculiar... She... She was... My only... Daughter..."

"Lordaeron... Hooray..."

In the last sentence, the great general Abydis seems to have exhausted all his life's strength...

Gently covering Abidis's eyes, the blood-stained banner of Lordaeron still fluttered at the head of the city, but the glory of the past was long gone.

Gianna is still gone, and she has her own special mission for the commissioner sent by Kenrito to investigate the plague incident - to compile the events investigated in the past few days into a book and feed back to the Dalaran higher-ups.

After all, this undead invasion was far more powerful than the Orc War back then, and in this case, it was difficult to guarantee that Dalaran would not be the next target.

She had to rush back as soon as possible to bring all this to Antonidas so that he could deal with it as soon as possible.

After simply reining in some of the corpses, the troops had already been assembled under the integration of Falar. At the sound of the order, the large army drove out of Lordaeron and headed back to the east, the only goal of this trip to Alsace was revenge, and the only destination was Steinbrad.

Let's hope it's not infected by the undead...

Arthas said secretly in his heart.

(End of chapter)