Gianna's roar didn't have any effect, Kel'thugad still stood there motionless, and when Gianna was tired of shouting, Kelthugad said calmly: "You should be Gianna Prodmore, Anthony's most valued apprentice, it seems that he has grown up, I think what you said is just the opposite, I haven't grown up over the years, I've grown a lot, you look at all this, it's all my results." ”

"I saw those rats in your lab, I thought it was bad enough, but I didn't expect you to ...... now"

"No, no, no," Kelsegad interrupted her immediately, "it was terrible at first, but not now, and after a few years of intensive research, they are now perfect." ”

Gianna was speechless in anger, and Arthas glanced at her and shouted at Kel'thugad, "Necromancer, are you the maker of this plague?

Kel'thugad laughed: "My naïve prince, do you think who will answer your question?"

Arthas raised his hammer to attack, but Gianna grabbed him by the shoulder and shook her head: "Don't be impulsive, he used to be a mage of the Kenrito Council, and he is very strong." ”

Kel'thugad's laughter was very ugly: "Little prince, you have to learn to control your emotions. Oh, in fact the great Kel'thugad can be gracious to tell you what you want to know. Your plagues are the food contaminated by my Cursed Sect, and this is the work of my great master, Malganis, and our natural plagues will cleanse your land, and this will be our paradise. ”

"What is your purpose? What are you trying to do?"

"Hehe, you want to know, then go to Stratholme to find out!"

"Damn it! for the Light!" Arthas screamed and rushed forward with his hammer.

Kel'thugad stood still. The moment he was hit, the air around him rippled, and he and the two men in black vanished. The two undead creatures who had been silently beside him now grabbed Arthas with their claws and tried to push him down. They suffocated Arthas with the smoky stench as he turned around and struck an undead in the head with a clean blow. It fell, its skull shattering like glass, and its brains splattering to the ground. The other end was also easily killed.

On the outskirts of Andorhar, Kel'thugad and the Man in Black were starting to walk to the next location. It was just a shadow of Kel'thugard and them, and all the nonsense he was talking about was because he was going to bring Arthas to Stratholme and transfer his hatred to Malganis, and Northrend was not of the same mind after all.

Alsace immediately turned around and shouted, "Granary!

Everyone hurriedly got on their horses and walked along the avenue through the burning houses. Passing around the corner, they saw that the fire that was engulfing the rest of Andorhar did not seem to have spread here.

Arthas grabbed the reins of his horse, then jumped off his horse and sprinted at full speed towards the building. He pushed the door open, almost desperate to see the wooden shelves piled high. Then he saw with grief and anger that the barn was empty, with only grains and dead rats scattered on the ground. He stared sadly for a moment, then rushed to the next barn, and then the next...... Even though he knew what he would see, he opened the doors one by one. They were all empty. All the warehouses, and the dust on the floors and the cobwebs in the corners suggest that the grain has been transported for some time.

"The goods have been delivered. When Gianna came behind him, Arthas said in a staccato voice, his voice looking disappointed, "We're too late. ”

Arthas slammed his fist on the wooden door, causing Gianna to jump: "Damn it!

Arthas's tears flowed down her eyes, and Gianna walked over to comfort him: "Arthas, we've done our ......"

Arthas suddenly turned around in exasperation: "I'm going to find him." I'm going to find this undead bastard and tear him up!

Arthas rushed out trembling. He failed. He sent men, but failed. The food has been taken away, and only the Light will know how many people will die as a result. Arthas thought that these people had died because of him, if they had come sooner...... Maybe the food won't be taken away...... No, he wouldn't let that happen. He will protect his people. He swore to protect them to the death. Arthas clenched his fists.

"To the north. He shouted loudly to the soldiers who followed him, but the soldiers were suddenly not used to seeing the usually kind prince fall into such a rage, "That was the next place he was going to." We're going to eradicate him like a pest. Guys, for the Light! for the glory!"

He galloped north like crazy, barely bothering to slash and slash the waddling zombies that tried to stop him. He was no longer moved by fear, and all he could see was the man behind the scenes and the disgusting sect that concocted this evil deed. The dead will soon rest in peace, and Arthas must be sure that it will not happen again.

However, the road is not smooth, and if you don't go to the Great Undead, it doesn't mean that the Undead won't come to you. Just then, a large group of undead appeared. Their rotting heads turned in unison to the side of Arthas, and then charged at them.

"For the Light!"

Arthas shouted and kicked his horse and charged into the enemy crowd. He shouted in a haphazard manner, wielding his hammer to vent his anger and frustration on these most appropriate targets. Then, in a brief pause, he had the opportunity to look around.

Far from the safety of the battlefield, a figure in a hunting black cloak stood tall, watching all this as if waiting for them.

"How long is it until Stratholme?"

"About three or four hours. ”

"So what is he doing here......" Arthas pondered, narrowing his eyes.

Arthas had been far from the safety of the battlefield, and a figure in a black hunting cloak stood tall and watched it all as if waiting for them.

"Kel'thugad! I won't let you run this time!"

Kel'thugadri didn't know if he could hear him, but hearing Arthas work so hard and brandishing his weapon so hard, Kel'thugad could also know that Arthas wanted to attack, and this was exactly what Kel'thugad wanted......