Alsace and Gianna galloped in silence all day, not stopping to camp until the sun went down. They were too tired to hunt fresh game, so they simply ate some jerky, apples, and bread. Arthas looked at the bread in his hand. It was baked at the Royal Bakery using locally grown grain, not from Andohar. It's safe, healthy, nutritious, and smells fresh and normal, without that sweet smell. It is a simple basic food that can be eaten by everyone, anyone.

Suddenly, Arthas put down the bread in his hand, tears flowed uncontrollably, and Gianna looked at him silently, she knew that the recent encounter had made the prince in front of her extremely vulnerable.

After crying, Arthas raised his head and looked at Gianna with red eyes: "Gianna, I found something. I didn't want to mention it again, this plague...... These undead ......"

Arthas's lips trembled, and he held back, then took a deep breath and continued, "We know that the grain is contaminated with the plague; But it's more serious than that, Gianna. It's not just killing them......"

Arthas choked again, and after that time said in an extremely deep voice, "It somehow...... Transform them into undead...... That's why, in such a short period of time, so many undead have appeared. The grain had already been transported to the Valley of the Hearth, which was enough time to grind into flour and make all kinds of food. ”

Gianna stared at him, her mind barely taking her mind off it.

"That's why I ran away on my own during the day. I know I can't take Melganis single-handedly, but Gianna, I can't do it, I can't just sit there and camp and mend my armor, can you understand?"

Gianna nodded silently, he understood, and Uther also understood, and anyone with a little responsibility would not sit idly by, Arthas looked up at the sky: "And the prophet ...... I don't care how strong you think he is. Whether what he said was true or not, I couldn't just walk away and leave the whole of Lordaeron to those monsters. Whatever those monsters were, I had to stop them, no matter what I had to do. We're going to find every box with contaminated food in it and destroy it all. ”

Arthas, who had told the shocking news, became agitated again, and he stood up and walked up and down a few times, and stood up and asked Gianna, "Where is Uther? How slow we walked!

Gianna couldn't answer Arthas, and the two continued to spend the night in silence.

The dark clouds of the early morning overshadowed the sun, and the gray dawn became more and more gloomy. In the bitter cold rain, Arthas and Gianna wore haphazardly woven hoods, but Gianna was still drenched because they were not well knitted, and she was already shivering when they reached the gates of that magnificent city. As they pulled the reins, Gianna heard a voice coming from behind. She turned to see Uther leading his men along the now muddy dirt road. At this point, Arthas became agitated again, and gave Uther an unfriendly smile.

"I'm glad you made it in time, Uther. He exclaimed.

Uther was a patient man, but at this time he also lost his temper. Arthas and Gianna weren't the only ones who toiled: "Watch the tone you speak to me, child. You may be a prince, but as a paladin I am still your superior!"

"It's like I forgot. Arthas rolled his eyes and shot back. He walked briskly up a slope and looked down at the city over the walls. He didn't know what he was looking for. Maybe a sign of normal life, a sign of their timely arrival. It gives him hope and signs that he can make a difference.

"Listen to Uther, there is something you need to know about this plague. The grain—"

As he spoke, the wind suddenly changed, and an indescribably unpleasant smell entered his nostrils. However, Arthas felt like he had been hit hard in the stomach. This taste, the peculiar smell of bread baked with contaminated grain, can never be mistaken in the humid air after rain.

No, it's been grinded, it's been roasted, it's been ......

Arthas's face was suddenly bloodless, and his eyes widened, completely stunned by the horrible sight. "It's too late, we're too late......! People...... These people are all infected. ”

"Alsace......" Gianna whispered.

"They may seem okay now, but it's only a matter of time before they become undead!"

"What!" Uther's eyes widened in disbelief, "Kid, are you crazy?"

"No," Gianna explained to Arthas, confronting Uther, "and he's right. If they have eaten the grain, they will be infected, and if they have been infected with the plague, they will be converted......"

But what about the transformation? Turning into an undead and then killing it? Gianna seemed to find herself in a terrifying logic, and she desperately wondered what else they could do, and the inhabitants were still alive. Antonidas had told her that if something was created by magic, it would be able to fight it with magic. If they were willing to take a moment to think about it, if they could calm down and react with reason rather than emotion, maybe they would be able to find a cure-

"The whole city must be cleansed!"

The Alsatian proclamation was both reckless and barbaric. Gianna blinked in horror, he certainly didn't mean it that way.

"How can you think that?" Uther immediately cried out, and walked over to his former student. "There must be something else. This is not a withered apple tree, this is a city full of people!"

"Arthas, no! we can't do that! We don't know how many people are infected. Some of them may not have eaten contaminated food at all, while others may not have eaten enough portions to be lethal. Now we don't even know how much will be fatal. We know too little to slaughter them like animals out of fear alone. ”

"Gianna, I'm here to protect the innocent. I swore to do it. ”

"They're innocent people – they're victims! They didn't bring it on themselves! Alsace, there's still kids in the city, we don't know if they're infected. There are too many unknowns to just decide. ”

Arthas looked at her coldly: "What about the infected people......