Prince Arthas, question the necromancer. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Yes, I spread the plague, but I am not the leader, I am in the service of the Dreadlord, who will completely purify this continent and turn it into a permanent dark paradise."

Kel'thugad didn't bother to run, but sat on the ground and talked.

"Then what do these innocent people have to do with your so-called purification!"

Arthas was furious, and he was indignant to see his people suffer such a catastrophe.

"Relationship? For the sake of you who are alive, of course, the Dreadlord's plans are underway, and if you want to know more, go to Stratholme, where you will find the answers. ”

Kel'thugad took off his mask, revealing a terrifying, pale face.

"I'll go, but first I'm going to destroy you and let your blood pay tribute to the dead people here."

Arthas said, raising the hammer high in his hand and aiming it at the necromancer's head.

Seeing his action, Kel'thugad laughed gloomily, he threw away the staff in his hand, spread his hands and said with a sneer:

"Naive fool, my death will not bring any changes to the plan, and now, the evolutionary action of this continent has begun to ......"

After saying that, the necromancer actually put his head on the prince's giant hammer, and with a loud bang, Kel'thugad's brain burst and he fell to the ground.

"This ......"

Arthas was stunned, but he immediately regained his composure, he was not a hesitant man, although the necromancer was dead, the plague was not over, and he had to rush to the granary of Andohar as soon as possible.

After a while, the crowd arrived at their destination.

"No, the granaries are all emptied! The whole of Andohal has been turned into a dead city. ”

Ling Zifeng shook his head and said with a frown.

"That's right, let's not waste any more time, the grain must be heading north, heading for Stratholme!"

Arthas commanded resolutely, and a deep hatred for the Dreadlord had been planted in his heart.

Although Kel'thugad was exterminated, the threat of the plague was not eliminated, and a batch of grain contaminated by the plague was sent to the large city of Stratholme.

Arthas then set out for Stratholm in an attempt to intercept the grain, and finally pursued it all the way to the gates of Stratholme.

……

The farther north they went, the more terrifying the scenery became.

I saw that this place was full of wandering undead, the villages were destroyed, the city was in shambles, and everyone fought and walked, and finally rushed to the outskirts of Stratholme.

"Nope! We still haven't caught up, the inhabitants here are polluted, and it's only a matter of time before they become undead. ”

Arthas was distressed, watching the people of the city come and go, and the smell of plague was already evident from them, but these poor people did not yet know their fate.

"There's no way, we have to strike first, otherwise when they all become undead, our situation will be dangerous!"

Arthas's eyes flashed with hesitation and helplessness, but he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and the prince decided to eliminate the infected before the "enemies" increased.

In short, he decided that he was going to slaughter the city!

"Stop, you can't do this! We should find another solution! ”

Uther came from afar on a horse, and he had to stop the prince's madness.

"No, my teacher, you don't understand! Now there is no other way to win, these people are about to become undead, we must give up on them! ”

Arthas was very tough, for he had seen the horrors of the undead along the way, and if all the inhabitants of the city were converted, the entire northern part of Lorendam would have fallen.

"Arthas, we must have another way, how can you be worthy of the people of this city by doing this?"

Uther did not give up, and in his creed, he did not renounce the word.

"I command you, as a prince, to lead the knights to slaughter everyone in this city!"

Arthas said unceremoniously with a cold face.

"Arthas, you are not a king yet, and even if you were, I would not accept such a ridiculous order."

Uther is righteous, he will not raise a butcher's knife against an innocent person.

"Really? Then Uther, I will dismiss you now. Listen, those who still want to save the country come with me! The rest ...... Disappear from my eyes! ”

Arthas doesn't want to talk nonsense anymore, he is very adamant about his opinion, where can there be salvation and peace without sacrifice and renunciation?

"Alsace...... You've just stepped over a dangerous threshold. ”

Uther's eyes flashed with regret and worry, and he pulled the reins and disappeared at the end of the road.

There were not many people who followed Uther, but there were still most people who supported their prince, who did not want to see the plague spread, and who also wanted to save their country.

"I'm sorry, Arthas, I can't watch you do this!"

Gianna shook her head, her tone pained and struggling.

"Gianna, why are you leaving ......"

Arthas looked at his lover in pain.

"Because yours is not as big as Uther, I'm talking about ideals."

Gianna turned around and reluctantly followed Uther.

"Ideal ......"

Arthas froze, he wanted to stop the plague and protect the country, wasn't it a big ideal? And how big is Uther's? I'm talking about ideals, too.

Arthas didn't want to think about it anymore, because deep down in his heart, a voice kept calling to him, his target was in Stratholme, and he had to kill it!

Ling Zifeng looked at Arthas and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

Their job is to protect the prince, so he doesn't care what the prince thinks.

Moreover, for these things that destroy human nature, Ling Zifeng is already immune.

Glancing at Mo Sandi, who was being held by Hermione, the assassin beauty was still unconscious.

He couldn't help but think of the little fat man, Chen Pipi, who had to sacrifice this newcomer in order to save the team, and the prince was now facing the same problem.

In order to stop the plague, Alsace had to go on a killing spree.

Perhaps, Arthas's approach is very extreme, but there is no doubt that this is the easiest way to solve things, and in the eyes of reincarnations like Ling Zifeng, there is really nothing wrong with it.

"I'd rather let you die than become slaves to the Dreadlord."

That's what Arthas thinks in his heart, and although it's a little twisted, it doesn't mean that he's a villain.

The Holocaust began without warning.

The townspeople ran away crying and screaming, and the prince, whom they looked so respected, was now a complete demon.

Ling Zifeng didn't care about raising the butcher's knife at the citizens, because he had found several times that the citizens had begun to transform into undead, and ordinary swords couldn't hurt them, and in the end, they were only eliminated with divine attacks.

It can be said that the inhabitants of this city have become half-undead, but they themselves do not know it.

The Prince's hammer had turned blood-red, and his eyes were numb.

He was very puzzled, why would Uther and Gianna insist on such correct behavior, is it moral or human, unbearable or weak?

He couldn't figure out that in Lorendam there was a life-or-death moment.

They, why should they care?