"Started ......"

Richard in the sky looked at Gianna Uther's departure and Arthas's army breaking in, and said a little melancholy, Fina couldn't bear to look down and sighed softly.

"What's wrong?"

"It was a massacre, a brutal massacre. ”

"Yes, but it's necessary, everyone here is infected with the plague, and even we can't fix it. Arthas's approach is cruel, but it's the quickest way to preserve the Alliance's strength, and if they do become undead, the League might die two of Stratholme's populations......"

"That'...... If one day our people have the same thing......"

"Perhaps...... Perhaps they are facing the same fate. ”

Fina's gaze darkened, and Richard patted her on the shoulder and said, "All we can do is prevent this from happening." Okay, the slaughter is about to begin, if you don't want to see it, go back. ”

"Nope. Fina shook her head, "Every scene we see now is a warning to us, and I have to remember it carefully." ”

Richard nodded, setting his gaze on the doomed Stratholme.

Arthas and his soldiers had already stormed the city. It was easy for the soldiers to deal with those who came back to life. Because of the undead, they are enemies and no longer humans, just corpses to be used. Smashing their skulls and cutting off their heads is no more difficult than taking out a ferocious beast. But in the case of other living people......

The townspeople looked at the heavily armed soldiers, at his prince, at first confused, then frightened. At first, most people didn't even take up arms, they knew the badge and knew that the soldiers who had come to kill them were supposed to protect them. They don't even understand why they deserve to die.

When Arthas knocked out the first man, his heart tightened with pain. It was a young man, and he estimated that he had just grown a few hairs underneath. But his brown eyes looked at Arthas in confusion, and he wanted to ask the paladin wearing the Lordaeron paladin emblem why he was attacking him, but before he could say anything, Arthas roared, and the hammer was already swinging. This blow was both painful and painful as a last resort, but there were other factors involved. The moment the hammer slammed into the boy's chest, Arthas realized that the light no longer shone on the hammer.

Perhaps it was the Light who wept over the horrible act he had to do. Holding back a heart-rending cry, he turned to face the boy's mother......

He thought it would be easier next. But things got worse. Arthas could not back down, the soldiers saw him as an example, and if he wavered, they would too, and Melganis would have won a great victory. Therefore, he always wore a helmet to prevent them from seeing his face, and lit torches with his own hands to burn the building, regardless of the cries and screams of the crowd inside. He strode forward, not letting the horrible sights and sounds slow him down.

Some of the citizens of Stratholme began to rebel, but they were powerless against professional soldiers and well-trained paladins, and the words were like slaughtering animals. But their self-defense also eased the terrible feeling that Alsace felt and relieved.

"I've been waiting for a long time, young prince. A deep voice suddenly trembled in his ears and in his mind, a voice that was even more evil than Kel'thugad's. Kel'thugad had said that his leader was a Dreadlord, a being of great darkness, and that the name of that dark creature was ......

"I'm Marganis. ”

Arthas felt a surge of joy in his heart, and he was right. Here is Malganis, the mastermind behind this plague. Arthas's men heard it too, and they turned to search for the source of the sound, when the door of a house containing the inhabitants suddenly opened, and a group of zombies rushed out of it, with a sickly green halo on their bodies.

"As you can see, your people are now mine. I will go from house to house transforming entire cities until the flame of life is extinguished forever. Marganis laughed ugly, his voice extremely dark and harsh.

"I won't let this happen, Marganis!" exclaimed the Artacean gentleman in one breath and then aloud, now knowing that he was doing the right thing and that he must not let this damned monster succeed!

"Even if they die at my hands, it's better than being your death slave!"

There was another burst of laughter, and then the disturbing sound came and went as fast as it came. A large group of undead suddenly rushed up from three sides, and Arthas immediately entered the battle mode......

Perhaps after today, Arthas will never be able to tell how long it took to kill every living and dead man in the city. But in the end, it was finally over. The grain store has become a burning building, yet the sweet smell of poisoned flour still wafts through the air, a smell that mixes with the smell of blood and gunsmoke that makes everyone sick.

Everyone, including Arthas, was exhausted from the slaughter, and everyone's armor was stained with blood and pus.

Everyone but Arthas was sitting and lying on the ground, and Arthas knew it wasn't over yet, he knew what he was waiting for. Sure enough, moments later, his enemies descended from the sky and landed on the roof of a burning building.

Arthas was stunned, the creature was huge, his blue-gray skin looked like moving stones, his bare head was bare and two long horns bent upward, and a pair of bat-like wings behind his back were like moving shadows. His legs, bent backwards, with their hooves, were wrapped in spike-covered metal armor adorned with skulls and bones. He smiled arrogantly, baring his sharp teeth, glittering in the green light that glittered in his eyes.

He looked up at the creature, frightened and incredulous, but the evidence was in front of him, and he was momentarily distracted. He had heard similar legends, and had seen them on illustrations of old books in the Royal Library and the Dalaran Archives. But at this moment, facing this shocking monster, the sky behind him was covered in blood-red flames and deep black smoke.

The Dreadlord is a demon, something that exists in mythology. Arthas used to think that demons were non-existent, but they were really standing before their eyes......

There was a sudden fluctuation in an inconspicuous corner of Stratholme, and it was Chromie, who had been lurking for a long time, and Chromie stared at Marganis tightly, her lips trembling.

"Demonic ...... Came back......"