"Your Highness, are they all burned..."

Swallowing his saliva, the knight hesitated to raise the torch in his hand and still did not drop it, but turned to look behind him, and asked again with difficulty. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes!"

There had been a few more affirmative responses, but Arthas still looked back at the knight as he spoke in an unusually resolute tone.

"Baron Rivendell, if you can't do it, you can do it by me!"

"No, Your Highness, this kind of thing, Minethil shouldn't leave such a stain!"

His face froze, and the knight took a few steps back, bowed his head and was silent for a while, and then walked to the huge granary behind him with the torch in his hand.

Staring at the dark warehouse door, Rivendell knew that it was already sprinkled with combustibles, mostly alcohol, and some magic accelerants, and as long as he went down to this fire, the granary in front of him would not burn in an hour.

With his eyes narrowing slightly, as if sensing some kind of impatience behind him, Rivendell finally let go of the hesitation in his heart, raised the torch and threw it towards the warehouse door.

"Rivendell!

However, as soon as the torch flew to the gate, it was kicked out by a black shadow that rushed over, dressed in bright silver armor, Darien glared at Rivendell with a wry smile, and then also found Arthas behind the baron, and immediately thought of something, and his face immediately became gloomy.

"Your Highness, even though Duke Kerris has become the lord of Stratholme, the people of this land are innocent, and even they are still the people of Minehir, is Your Highness going to..."

"Darian!"

Before Darien could finish his angry roar, he was stopped by Rivendell on the opposite side, and the baron rushed up with an anxious face and grabbed his friend, covering his mouth desperately to choke his last nonsense.

"Your Highness saved your life not long ago, you stubborn cow!"

"It's one thing to save your life, it's another thing to burn the granary, don't you know that this granary is the largest in Stratholme City, without it, how many people will die in Stratholme this winter, have you ever thought about it!!"

Directly elbowed to untie the restraints behind him, Darien lifted up Rivendell, who was bent down in pain because of his unguarded dark elbow because of his own blow, and the guilt was once again covered by anger before he even had time to show it.

"This is your home too! The Rivendells have guarded here for hundreds of years!!"

"Mograni! I was the one who ordered the burning!"

Looking at the two silver hands scuffling together with a calm face, Arthas didn't seem too surprised by Darien's appearance.

Although at this time, most of Stratholme's Silver Hand had actually gone to Andorhar, but there were still several high-ranking paladins left, among them, Darien did not go south with the army because his previous injuries had not healed, and Rivendell also stayed as the commander of Stratholme's garrison.

"Check it out!"

Breaking free from the somewhat stunned Darian's restraints, Rivendell turned to the side, grabbed a rice bag and threw it in front of Darian, and said with a cold face.

"What's going on!"

The rice bag was not sealed, because it was thrown away at will, and some of the rice had already leaked out, but unlike the usual white color or even the slight gray of coarse rice, although the pile in front of him was still white, it had spots of green traces, and Darien, who was a high-level paladin, felt the disgusting magic pollution on the rice at first sight, and then his face changed suddenly, and after turning his head to look at the huge granary behind him, he looked back at Rivendell in a daze.

"It's all polluted? This is the reserve of food for nearly 200,000 people in a winter!"

"Not all!"

Rivendell on the other side immediately shook his head and said, but before Darien could breathe, the baron's cold words floated over.

"But we have no way to tell whether it is contaminated or not, the reason why this bag is so obvious is that it should be contaminated with the virus for a long time to explode so completely, but in the early and even middle stages, not to mention the naked eye, even magic detection can't find out if there is a problem!"

"Where's the Light!"

Lost in distraction, he took a slight step back, and then as if he thought of something, he grabbed a handful of green rice grains on the ground, and under the shroud of the burst of holy light, the rice grains burned, and turned into ashes in an instant.

"It works, it can be purified with holy light..."

"I've tried it a long time ago, you idiot, wouldn't we have thought of using the Holy Light Purification Check!

With a pale face, Rivendell interrupted the other party and said coldly.

"Then we don't have to burn them all down, we can check it slowly, and then transfer supplies from Dalong County and Great Cowlin County as soon as possible to replenish this side, it is necessary to arrange the time well..."

"Darien!!"

Arthas's cold whisper woke up the somewhat confused Darion again, and Prince Lordaeron glanced not far behind him, the young paladin who had rushed with Darion had been there for a long time, perhaps because of Arthas's sudden appearance, or because of the quarrel among the people.

Shaking his head, Arthas waved his hand, and several guards behind him dragged something like a corpse that was firmly bound in chains.

"This bag of rice came from here, but it was found in Bluestone Town, and now, half of the town's inhabitants have become like this!"

Taking the thick chain from the guard's hand, Arthas shook his hand, and the "corpse" beside him, which was tightly bound by iron chains, was thrown in front of Darian.

"Zombies! Psychic sorcery!"

Bounting down on one knee, Darien grabbed the head of the corpse that suddenly raised his head and bit it, looking at the rotten and unshapely head in his hand and screaming non-stop, after the holy flame that suddenly appeared in his hand turned the zombie in front of him into ashes in an instant, the paladin turned his head to look at Rivendell, who had regained his calm face behind him.

"Bluestone Town?half?"

"Yes, Qingshi Town, my Qingshi Town! It is confirmed that all the infected people have been destroyed, and the rest are also forcibly sealed in the town and not allowed to go out!"

"This new type of psychic witchcraft must have taken shape not long ago, the concealment is so high, and the explosion speed is so ruthless, there must have been local test tests before, and even the test point is in the territory of Lordaeron, as long as you find a little clue, you can catch that lich along the vine, and even find a targeted treatment method!"

Darion, who had completely calmed down, did not say anything stupid about trying his best to save the remaining people in Bluestone Town, but instantly listed a clear plan to trace the source, and listened to the ears of Arthas on the other side, and suddenly had a slight change in his opinion of the young son of Duke Mograine.

"Burn it!"

Although he agreed with Darien's plan, Arthas still did not forget the most important thing at this moment, nodded slightly, and continued to speak coldly.

"I'll come..."

With his mouth tugging, Darien grabbed the torch Rivendell had picked up, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the warehouse.

"My lord, this is the most important granary in the whole of Stratholme, without it, this winter, the civilians of Stratholme...!"

As if he had finally recovered from his shock, the young knight who had followed Darion shouted in horror, and Rivendell and Darion, who heard the words, turned even more and more pale. That's right, once this core reserve granary is reduced to ashes, this winter, the nobles can naturally protect themselves through the self-produced food in their respective territories, and even be able to purchase enough food from other high-level people, but for the civilians in the Stratholme area, especially the poor, in addition to suffering until the kingdom receives enough food from other regions to support here, otherwise they can only consume the little reserves of their respective families, cold and hunger, and widespread death is almost inevitable.

But despite his gloomy face as marble, Darion did not stop, and still walked resolutely towards the granary, and the torch in his hand was even raised in a throwing posture.

"Let me bear this sin!"

"Even if you burn down the entire granary, will you be able to stop the people who are already infected, how many Stratholme families will be fed every day in this granary, will all the infected people be purified! Your Highness Arthas! Do you want to turn the whole of Stratholme to ashes..."

Trembling, the boy suddenly looked at Arthas with red eyes.

"I thought I'd get rid of you later, but you're too long-winded, Marganis!"

However, the young man's accusation came to an abrupt end before he could finish speaking, and his originally red eyes quickly dimmed, and he glanced down at the hand that was inserted in his chest, and raised his head to meet Arthas's pure golden eyes, and the next moment, a black whirlwind rushed out of the young man's forehead and rushed into the distance.

"Want to go, demon! I said, the next time we meet, it won't be that simple!"

A hint of taunt cracked at the corner of his mouth, and Arthas's body suddenly burst out with a violent holy light that soared into the sky, instantly illuminating the place and enveloping the black whirlwind that had not yet flown away, and then, in a series of miserable wails, the black whirlwind began to collapse at an extremely fast speed.

"Damn human prince!you'll regret it!!Just watch all of Stratholme turn into purgatory on earth!!" (To be continued.) )