The next day, at dawn, Arthas led his knights back to Lordaeron day and night, and the place was in ruins.

Everyone was shocked when the troops marched to the gates of Lordaeron, and the soldiers took off their helmets and watched in disbelief.

This is... Lordaeron?

That glorious human kingdom?

Crazy demon, what did he do!!

Arthas's hand fell weakly, and all thoughts were lost!!

It was once a city of pride for the people of Lordaeron, and even before he set out for the war, the city of hope was filled with laughter, the majestic slogans of the soldiers, and the enthusiastic smiling faces of the citizens, as if it had appeared yesterday.

Now, all that remains is the skeleton of the mountains.

"Ah!!!!h

There was a roar of rage in the sky, Arthas's heart was bleeding, he fell to his knees weakly, his hands deep in the dirt, he retched, and his throat kept letting out a roar that no one could understand.

He didn't know what words to use to express the grief and indignation in his chest, like a lion with his neck choked.

It's late...

It's still late...

Even though he had rushed back day and night despite his tired body, it was still too late.

It's all his fault...

If he could have seen through Odilika's intentions sooner, if he had seen through these conspiracies earlier, if he had more power...

He couldn't imagine the nightmares that his beloved people had suffered during his absence, and what hell the city had been, but one thing was for sure, Lordaeron, the order of the country, was gone in this moment.

The warriors behind him all hung their heads, perhaps because they didn't want to see their prince become like this, or maybe they didn't want to face the tragic situation of Lordaeron, knowing that among these bloody and miserable corpses in the city, there were also their newlywed wives or newborn children.

"To... What the hell is going on... Is this still Lordaeron?"

Gianna covered her mouth and looked at the death-filled city-state with a horrified expression, in her impression, Lordaeron was the most prosperous of the Seven Kingdoms, the paradise that people yearn for, and the spiritual home of pilgrims.

And now...

But it's like hell.

The saber in Farrick's hand slid straight to the ground, and a wordless silence filled the air.

Farrar staggered, his legs fell straight to his knees, his face covered with dust, and his tired eyes bloodshot, but these were only physical sores after all, nothing compared to the sorrow of losing his home.

"Ahh Alsace. ”

Gianna's hand hesitantly reached out to the blood-red Arthas, and she patted the latter's trembling shoulder, "Maybe we... We should go in and have a look. ”

For a second...

Two seconds...

Ten seconds passed, and she received a silent response.

But she didn't blame him, and she couldn't understand Arthas's mood at the moment, but one thing was for sure, the current Arthas needed time to calm down and to... Accept.

The surrounding soldiers were also silently waiting for His Royal Highness's orders, and they were saddened by the destruction of the country, but at the same time, they knew better in their hearts that if they wanted revenge, or revival of Lordaeron's glory, His Royal Highness was their only hope.

Yes, at this moment, as the only orthodox royal bloodline, only Alsace, can do this.

"You're right, Gianna, we must... Go inside and have a look. ”

After a long time, Arthas staggered to his feet, his head bowed all the time, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly, and his long golden hair hung weakly over his shoulders, making his whole body look a little decadent.

Gianna, who was closest to Arthas, could clearly feel his trembling body, and the inner cry.

"Promise me, no matter what you see, don't lose your mind and act excessively, now your country needs you, and your people need you. ”

Before entering the ruined Lordaeron, Gianna grabbed the reins of Arthas's horse, shaking her head with tears in her eyes.

She knows Arthas too well, he is patient, but this patience is painful, like a demon rooted in her heart, once it erupts, it will not only bring disaster to those around her, but also destroy herself.

"I know. ”

In just a few words, Arthas didn't look up, so much so that Gianna didn't even know if he had listened to her.

Under the orders of Farrick, the entire force marched into Lordaeron.

The horses' hooves trampled on the rancid soil, swollen corpses and severed limbs everywhere they passed, and the dead, most of them unarmed, seemed to tell of the horrors of death.

The stench was so bad that the flames that should have been extinguished were still burning, the spicy black smoke stinging Gianna's eyes, and the stench of rotting corpses irritating her throat.

In the face of such a scene like an infernal purgatory, some soldiers chose to be silent in pain, but more of them were hugging their heads and crying, and men did not flick their tears when they had tears, but this pain was enough to destroy anyone, so that these strong soldiers could no longer bear it.

Crossing the fence, they came to the central square, where the miserable scene was ten thousand times more terrifying than before, dense corpses piled up, some of the dead kept the posture of wanting to run away before their death, but their heads had been torn in half, and some female corpses were still holding their children tightly before they died, but the children in their arms were only skeletons.

They didn't even spare their children...

The corpses are all over the field, and they are terrible!!

Gianna silently wiped away her tears, while Arthas on the side raised her head with a roar, and at this moment, Gianna really saw Arthas's current appearance clearly—his eyes were bloodshot, his forehead was bruised, his handsome face was twisted together with anger and pain, and Tarzan's overwhelming grief had tormented the young prince into a monster.

Arthas's expression was hideous, rubbing his long golden hair wildly, and it didn't take long for him to suddenly stop moving, raise his whip, and rush in the direction of the palace with his crotch on his horse.

Crushed corpses and carrion paved the way for Alsace.

Ignoring the soldiers behind him, as soon as he entered the palace, Arthas began to desperately search, the familiar hall, the familiar bedroom, the familiar study, the prince searched almost everywhere, but still did not find the twilight figure.

He found nothing but the already cold palace maids, attendants, and knights.

At this moment, Alsace was really desperate.

He slumped on the throne that once belonged to his father, clutching at his hair in pain, when a weak voice reached his ears.

"It's... His Royal Highness the Prince?"

(End of chapter)