"Treason, you're mad, Arthas!" Uther's face bulged as if he were in great pain, and the prince's words were an insult to the face and soul of the old knight who had dedicated his life to the kingdom of Lordaeron.

Uther had already become a super-rank powerhouse in the middle of the Second Orc War, and it was not difficult to defeat Arthas, who had just been promoted to the top tier. But even if anger made the hair stand on end, his paladin's ethics didn't make him spit out a dirty word against his loyal royal family.

"Arthas!" Gianna Prodmore has been silent, as Arthas's fiancée, and has been privately married to Arthas. But for such a heavy topic of slaughtering an entire large city, who is still the princess of Kul Tiras, she has no right to interfere in the affairs of the kingdom of Lordaeron: "How can you"

"All the men have heard me, I, Alsace Minehir, have been relieved of Uther as Crown Prince of Lordaeron, and removed him from his position as a paladin. Arthas interrupted his fiancée's advice and announced to the strong men in the tent without any doubt, "Now, you want to follow me to save Lordaeron's stay." As for the rest, get out of my sight!"

All the members of the Knights of the Silver Hand in the tent looked at Uther, while the rest sat still without squinting, which in itself showed their different positions. In the eyes of these paladins, Arthas, who had just become a paladin for not long ago, was nothing more than their comrades-in-arms and brothers, and it was not enough to lead them.

In a sense, paladins are only loyal to the Light. Since the death of the "Archbishop of the Holy Light" Alonsos Fao, the Knights of the Silver Hand of the Paladins have gradually developed from a national war agency to a righteous warrior with strong religious beliefs.

Especially after the former captain of the Silver Knights, the powerful and majestic lord Tirio Fordin, who was exiled more than thirty years ago, was put in charge of the legion by Uther. This powerful killing machine began to gradually become a slave of faith.

Compared to Tirio Fortin, who fought all year round and had his own large fiefdom and army, Uther was only a holy and noble paladin, and his role in the royal family of Lordaeron was equivalent to that of a civilian official who also served as the head of the club cult. King Minechil II made him the Mentor of Arthas, the worst mistake ever made by the wise old king.

The choices and paths that the king and the paladin need to face are originally opposite!

Paladins advocate understanding and tolerance, kindness and humility towards civilians, and tolerance and compromise towards enemies, all of which are not worth mentioning pedantry in the eyes of Arthas. As for the invading foreign enemy, it is necessary to kill all the enemies in order to protect their own people, instead of tolerating and tolerating the tiger.

At the same time, for the sake of more innocent civilians in the kingdom of Lordaeron, Stratholm has been infected with the plague, and will soon become civilians of undead monsters, and Arthas will also kill them ruthlessly. This is a necessary psychological quality for a king, and it is also the consciousness that must be possessed to aspire to be a great king from an early age. However, such an awareness violates the basic rules and precepts of the Paladin.

A few years ago, Arthas joined the Knights of the Silver Hand as a paladin, but now he has made such a decision against his faith. Most of the high-ranking officers of the Order who now sit in the tent are Arthas's comrades-in-arms and brothers, who did not treat Arace as a prince from the beginning.

It can be said that the current group of paladins will only obey the orders of Uther Paladin, who has the title of "Lightbringer" and is the spokesperson of the Holy Light in the world, and they do not value the so-called prince. And Uther obviously would not approve of Alsace's "bloody and brutal" measures.

Uther is the role model of all paladins, but when it comes to becoming a general, he has far less courage and determination than his former legion, Tirio Fortin. Faced with a choice that required sacrificing face and even carrying infamy, he chose to escape and retreat, throwing all the burden to the prince who needed help the most at this time. He was a devout paladin and a noble warrior, but not a hero who sacrificed bravely for the sake of the people.

"Son, you have just crossed a very dangerous dividing line!" Hearing Arthas's words, Uther suddenly calmed down, and after uttering the last sentence with a blank face, he lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent.

Seeing that the legion commander had set an example with practical actions, the rest of the paladins slowly stood up one by one and walked out following in the footsteps of Uther. Arthas watched silently, gritting his teeth and saying nothing, until he was stunned to find that Gianna Proudmore had also stood up, and the young prince's face showed a hint of panic.

"Gianna, are you going to leave me" Arthas seemed very tired, staring at his fiancée without blinking, his red and swollen eyes showing obvious pleading and expectation.

"I'm sorry Arthas, I can't watch you do this," Gianna bowed her head and didn't dare to look at her fiancé, and after a slurred word, she fled out of the tent.

Arthas's body shook as if out of control, and then immediately steadied himself as if he were conscious. Tilting his head motionlessly, he looked at a blast line on the top of the tent, his slightly trembling body as if he was enduring some kind of grief. It wasn't until the brigade gradually departed, and the camp returned to tranquility, that Arthas recovered.

Uther had taken most of the strong sergeants, and there were less than 60,000 remaining troops. After a brief division of the timing of the attack and the location of the assembly, as well as some measures to deal with the contingency, Arthas led the army towards Stratholme.

At the same time, the Marquis's Palace, about three kilometers north of the walls of Stratholme.

Bang dang!

"How so?!" Lin smashed the porcelain bowl full of delicious pheasant soup into several petals, and asked incoherently in a panicked voice, "Is there really anything in the grain that infects people with the plague?"

Looking at Lin, who was still smiling just now, suddenly tears welled up and couldn't cry, Yang Long understood everything, he was still too late!

When he entered the city from the city gate just now, all the way to the Marquis of Stratholme's palace, Yang Long had already found that many refugees with withered faces and weak breaths that made him very familiar with them were infected with the plague and were about to turn into zombies. And not only the refugees, but even most of the guards' families and the servants of the Marquis's Palace, had this symptom.

And Lin disappeared after entering the Marquis's Mansion and taking Yang Long to the restaurant, and after a while, he came to dine with a little exhaustion, and suddenly cried bitterly after hearing Yang Long's explanation. After perceiving Lin's mental state a little, and then contacting other servants of the Marquis's Mansion, Yang Long could be sure that Lin, the first lady, was also infected with the plague.

Perhaps because Yang Long couldn't be found, Ling Lin didn't think about eating too much food carrying the plague, so the speed of plague infection was not obvious. But after all, he was still infected with the plague, and for an ordinary person like Lin who did not have the inheritance of a professional at all, being infected with the plague was a dead end!