Arthas, who had been "abandoned" by Richard, had now overcome his fears, the Dreadlord had an aura of fear in his own right, and those fears almost overwhelmed Arthas, and then made the already fragile paladin vulnerable, and then died at the hands of the monster, unable to even resist during this time.

Perhaps Arthas's fragile will worked, or perhaps Marganis was merciful enough, but Arthas finally got rid of his instinctive fear and replaced it with an emotion called hatred, or the righteous anger in his mouth. Whenever Arthas thought back to the living and the dead who had fallen under his hammer, from greedy ghouls to terrified women and children, they did not understand that they were there to save their souls. The faces of the victims supported him, and they, the warriors, could not and would not die in vain. Arthas gripped his hammer tightly, and somehow he now had the courage to confront the demon.

"Let's make a decision now, Marganis," he shouted, his voice strong and powerful.

The Dreadlord looked up and laughed, "Very courageous, unfortunately, I won't be fighting you here." Your journey has just begun, young prince. ”

With a wave of his arm, he pointed at Arthas's soldiers, their long sharp claws shining in the light of the fire that engulfed the entire magnificent city: "Gather your army and come to Northrend, the land of extreme cold, to find me." Only there will you know your true destiny. ”

"My true fate?" Anger and confusion made Arthas's voice hoarse.

"What kind of conspiracy do you want to play!" his words snapped to his lips, and the air around Malganis began to glow and spin, and he had seen it before. It's Gianna's teleportation spell!

"No! don't try to escape!" Arthas screamed and rushed forward. It was a blind impulsive act, and if the teleportation spell hadn't been completed, he might have been cut in two in the blink of an eye. Arthas wielded a faintly glittering hammer and shouted incoherently towards the empty sky.

"Even to the ends of the earth, I'm going to catch you! Do you hear that?

He roared in pain and madness, swinging his hammer furiously into the air until he ran out of strength. He was sweating profusely, leaning against it with his warhammer, trembling and sobbing in frustration and rage.

A massacre, but the result was that the mastermind ran away, so many people died, but nothing was gained, the strong frustration made him very sad, fortunately he still knew that the damn mastermind was in that Northrend, in a trance for a moment, Arthas reorganized his army and decided to kill Northrend. If Richard was here, he would be glad that their purpose had been accomplished, but it was a pity that Richard had gone on to deal with more important matters.

A day later, Gianna was walking down the streets of Stratholme. It was once a proud city, the pearl of Northern Lordaeron. Now, it's hell.

The stench is overwhelming. She covered her face with a handkerchief sprinkled with morning dew, filtering out the unbearable smell a little. The flames burned from yesterday to today, and there was no sign of extinguishing them, and in the flames Gianna could clearly feel the spicy black smoke of black magic stinging her eyes, and the stench of rotting corpses irritating her throat.

The poor men remained in a fallen position, most unarmed. Gianna felt a little dazed, and carefully walked through the swollen corpse. Tears welled up in her eyes and down her cheeks. She sobbed softly in agony, and Arthas and his men did not spare even the child, even though they thought it was a mercy.

If Arthas hadn't killed them, would these stiff and motionless corpses turn into undead spirits to attack her? maybe. Of course, many will. That grain was indeed distributed and eaten. But does everybody really do? She doesn't know, he doesn't know, no one knows.

"Gianna, Gianna Prodmoore!"

Gianna was taken aback, the familiar voice waking her up from her uneasy trance. Uther. She turned in the direction of the greeting, feeling a strange relief in her heart. Uther had always made her a little intimidating, he was so powerful, and so unwavering in his devotion to the Light.

Gianna suddenly remembered that when she and Arthas were young, they always made fun of Uther's piety, treating him as a stupid knight with arrogance. After all, Uther is an easy target. But now, this easy object has become a solid backing that can support her in the city.

"I'm relieved to see your state of mind, but now there's a question, girl, where did Arthas take the fleet?"

"Fleet?" Gianna's eyes widened suddenly, what is Arthas doing with the fleet?

Uther nodded with great certainty: "Arthas took away the entire naval force of Lordaeron, and only left a message to the king saying that he would hunt down the real culprit who caused the plague, it is incredible, without the order of the king and the commander of the navy, why would these ships obey his orders." ”

"Because he is their prince, until yesterday he was a good prince who was dedicated to the people......"

A moment of pain flashed across Uther's face: "Yes, he was always kind to those around him, and those people knew that he was doing the right thing, so they swore allegiance to him. Leave that alone, do you know where he goes?"

Gianna shook her head, "Lord Uther, please wait a minute, I'll go to Kurtilas and ask." ”

Gianna immediately used the teleportation spell to send home, but Kul Tiras's sea power was not as strong as before, and he went to sea much less often in recent years.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting so long" It took more than half an hour for Gianna to rush back, and as soon as she came back, she was very embarrassed to apologize to Uther, "I went to Kozan to get the news that a merchant ship in Kozan had met the fleet of Alsace, and they were heading north, and the north was Northrend. According to Kozan, Northrend is now full of undead and extremely dangerous!"

"What? Arthas went to their base camp?"

Uther popped up, "No, I must report to Tyrenus immediately." ”

"Okay, I'll open the portal for you!"

As Uther left, a crow hovered and landed slowly beside Gianna, and she wanted to rush forward and blast it away to protect the poor corpses covered in bruises. But the crow is a scavenger, and it does so out of instinct, and it has no conscience to discern whether it hurts human feelings. She looked at the crow for a moment, then her eyes widened. The "prophet" is here again.