When Lin Huan happily walked with Yang Long towards the depths of Stratholme under the protection of the guards, in a deep mountain valley about twenty kilometers away from the city, there were more than 100,000 fully armed and energetic troops, and the huge camp completely filled the valley that was not very large, and every hundred meters on the guardrail of the barracks was planted with the battle flag of King Lordaeron's ** team.

In the largest tent in the barracks, a simple welcoming ceremony is taking place. The heir of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, who now has the strength of the tenth rank and has become the youngest top-level powerhouse of mankind since ancient times, Prince Arthas Minehir, is meeting his fiancée Gianna Prodmore, as well as his teacher "Lightbringer" Uther.

In the center of the large tent was a rectangular wooden table, with Arthas, whose eyes were bloodshot, sitting in the center, and Uther and Gianna on his left and right. In addition to the other forty seats, there were more than thirty high-ranking knights of the Silver Knights and Alsace who had rescued and collected officers and middle-class nobles in various parts of Eastern Lordaeron.

"The current situation is very serious, and the plague may spread every second!" After finishing the short and concise narration, Arthas barely held back a smile and looked at the heroic and righteous "Lightbringer" Uther: "I'm so glad you're here, Uther. ”

"Pay attention to the tone of your voice, child. Uther admonished unhurriedly and majestically, obeying King Terenus at all times, trying to lead Arthas into a humble paladin: "Although you are a prince, as a paladin, I am still your elder. ”

"Okay, okay, if I haven't forgotten" Arthas disagreed with Uther's admonition, and now he no longer cares about continuing to enforce the paladin's cumbersome and conservative etiquette, and must quickly synthesize the information he has gathered and act quickly: "Listen, Uther. I've discovered something very important about the spread of this plague that you have to know right away."

Crash!

Just as Arthas was about to say something, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and the young man dressed as a refugee in his twenties and thirties, who had been watching Lin and Yang Long confess not long ago, walked in. After standing at the door of the tent for a second and adjusting to the strong light, he ignored the other high-ranking officers present, walked quickly to Arthas's side, whispered quietly beside the prince, and pulled out what looked like a steamed bun.

"What did you say?!" Arthas had just finished listening to the report, when he stood up abruptly and asked in shock. Seeing the young man nodding in confirmation, the prince took the steamed bun and opened one hand to release a subtle holy light.

Laugh at!

Under the light of the holy light, the white steamed bun made a snorting sound, and the yellow-green smoke visible to the naked eye rose from the steamed bun like water vapor, and finally dissipated in the orange holy light. This phenomenon confirmed the report of the subordinates, and Arthas's face showed a clear look of struggle, as if he was making some painful choice.

Uther frowned with some dissatisfaction, every warrior of the Silver Hand Knights has noble qualities and etiquette. And the subordinates led by Arthas can't even abide by the most basic courtesy, and it is not a wise thing to release the prince ** to take charge of the army, which will not have a good influence on Prince Alhas at all.

From the moment he was ordained by the king to become the teacher of the prince of Arthas, Uther tried to influence the prince to change his character and make him a true paladin. Such a desire was so strong that Uther unconsciously ignored Arthas's other identity, the only heir of Lordaeron, the young Prince of the Prince.

Bang!

"Damn! bastard!" Arthas suddenly slammed his fist on the wooden table, this action surprised several people present, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, Arthas made a low decision: "The inhabitants of Strathomri have been completely infected, although they look like normal people now, but soon they will become undead creatures, we must purify the whole city now!"

Uther was stunned by his student's decision, and looked at Arthas's murderous face with anger in a daze, and it took several seconds for the old knight to react, and he denied without hesitation: "You can't do this! Are you crazy Arthas?! There must be some other way to save them, there are 200,000 people in this city!"

"Your Royal Highness, please take back your order!"

"This is impossible, we will not kill our own people!"

"I refuse"

““

The high-ranking officers of the Order of the Silver Hand, who accompanied Uther to the meeting, made a noise, using various words and actions to oppose Arthas's decision. On the other hand, there were the representatives of the small and medium-sized nobles who participated in the council, and each of them had a sad look in their eyes, but they were unusually determined to stand on the prince's side.

Except for the members of the Knights of the Silver Hand, most of the people sitting in this house were originally from Eastern Lordaeron, and they were all garrison officers and small and medium-sized noble patriarchs. When the plague spread from central Lordaeron, they witnessed the tragedy of their loved ones being turned into undead by the plague, which in turn killed their own families.

They were well aware of the terrible harm that 200,000 undead could cause, but they didn't have much say in it, so they could only sit silently and wait for the prince and the "Lightbringer" Uther Paladin to make a final decision.

"We're running out of time! Listen, Uther. Arthas said quickly and anxiously, unconsciously even his tone became a little impatient: "As the future king of Lordaeron, I order you to destroy this city!"

In fact, Arthas did not think of telling Uther all the ins and outs, but he knew his mentor too well, and even if he said that it would be dawn tomorrow, Uther would definitely not make a decision.

The old knight will definitely choose to wait, the most likely is to find a certain patient infected with the plague, try to get rid of the disease through various methods, and wait until several patients cannot be saved, and then finally make a decision. But when that time comes, there will be more than 200,000 terrifying undead creatures facing you!

"I won't do that, you're not a king yet!" Uther flatly refused, and at the same time said sharply in a slightly contemptuous tone, "Even if you were, I would not obey such an order!"

The long-accumulated contradiction between the master and apprentice finally broke out, and Alas felt his blood surge, making his whole brain hot and dizzy. Resisting the urge to fight on the spot, the young prince squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Then, I can only regard your actions as treason!"