"Come again!"

With an expressionless face, or rather, a stiff face that did not change in the slightest, Arthas looked at the fourth charred corpse on the ground and said coldly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Your Highness..."

"Next!"

"Your Highness..."

Throwing the charred corpse in his hand on the ground, Farrell looked at Arthas with twitching out of the corner of his eyes, and the other nobles in the hall also fixed their eyes on the initiator of this purification experiment, the prince of Arthas, whose expression was originally becoming more and more pale because of repeated failures, but also turned numb after not knowing how many failures.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden commotion at the outer end of the aristocratic circle, and as several nobles retreated outward in panic, a short and thin nobleman in his thirties was curling up in pain in the open space exposed, especially the original thicker green mist on the other party's body, which instantly reminded the surrounding nobles of the plague virus, and naturally they couldn't hide from it.

"Baron Ace..."

The charred corpses on the ground were all from the Earl of Gil's family, I don't know if it was because their death was associated with their own possible end, or because of the strong rancid smell that permeated the entire hall, Count Gil's equally numb face had a trace of gray death, but after hearing the movement, he still pointed out the identity of the short and thin nobleman who seemed to be in the midst of a plague outbreak.

"The Ace family has always been the main manager of the Stratholme grain storage system!"

As if sensing Arthas's gaze, Count Gil straightened out his complex emotions and continued to explain.

"Oh, grain storage system!"

Sneering and lifting his feet, he walked to Baron Ace, whose whole body began to emerge green plates, and even his left hand had completely turned into pale green carrion, Arthas raised the power of Minechel that suddenly appeared in his hand, and the holy light began to condense quickly on the one-handed hammer, but after condensing for a long time, the one-handed hammer still did not fall, but with the height of the holy light, finally a drop of holy light like liquid began to drip from the one-handed hammer onto the baron's hand.

With the sound of baring his teeth like roasting meat, the baron's corrupted left hand was completely charred and quickly extinguished into ashes, but the arm above the wrist began to suppress and even quickly purify the plague virus under the erosion of the liquid of light, and as the liquid of light poured more and more into the baron who was trembling and wailing under him, the green mist on the baron's body gradually faded, no, it gradually shrank back to his head.

Looking at the baron's head, which had been completely encased in a cloud of green plague virus, Arthas hesitated and did not immediately pour the liquid of light down.

In the previous ten experiments, Farrell had tried all the purification techniques including the high-level Holy Light Technique, the Templar Light, but in the end, it ignited the entire experimenter when it was purified into the head, and the plague virus seemed to have formed a special mechanism in the brain of the deeply poisoned, and once purified, it would immediately explode itself or directly ignite the body with the power of purification.

This hidden outbreak mechanism is so strange and difficult and the current Holy Light Purification Technique is completely ineffective, as if it is a plague virus developed in a targeted manner, and it is indeed as Farrell said, only under the joint research of a large number of mages and priests, can the true purification method be found, in fact, some purification techniques in the Holy Light today, especially the high-level purification techniques, are mostly developed in this way.

But what Arthas lacks most now is time, the outbreak of the plague in Bluestone Town has sounded the bell for this plague disaster, and the outbreak of the Baron Ace in front of him has told him and all the nobles in the entire hall that the outbreak of the plague in Stratholme has begun.

As soon as his hesitant gaze was cold, Arthas's hand, which had completely turned into a golden ball of Minecil's power, poured extremely rich holy light liquid into Baron Ace's head with a slight pressure, but the next moment, Baron Ace's head melted in the pouring of the liquid of holy light, and finally it was like a burned candle, except for leaving a puddle of light green filth on the ground, the whole head disappeared cleanly, and the blood that suddenly spurted out of the suddenly broken neck suddenly dyed a large piece of marble tiles red, startling the surrounding nobles to push a large circle towards the periphery again, before gasping and looking at the headless corpse on the ground。

"Who else is in charge of the Stratholme granary system!"

Staring at the headless corpse on the ground for a while, Arthas suddenly looked up at Count Gil behind him, and for a moment, the earl, who felt as if he was being stared at at close by a bloodthirsty beast, couldn't help but take a step back, and then subconsciously looked into the noble circle.

Although Count Gil looked very cursory and did not call out his name, when Arthas turned his head, he immediately found his target, because almost all the nobles looked at an old nobleman hiding in the outermost circle with the same expression, and even the nobleman who was standing next to him had automatically left a distance.

"No, I'm not, I..."

With a cold sweat on his face, the old nobleman retreated while trembling and denying it, but he didn't take a few steps before he realized that he had hit something, and when he turned back to find that he had hit the wall, but when he turned his head again, Arthas was already looking at him closely, and just as he wanted to say something, the prince on the other side grabbed him by the neck and picked him up, turned around and walked to the center of the hall.

"200,000 men of Stratholme! When will you know what to do and what not to do!"

The old nobleman who was stuck out his tongue was thrown to the ground, Arthas said, his eyes swept all the nobles present again, and all the nobles bowed their heads under the prince's bone-chilling gaze.

In a city of Stratholm's level, the core granary has a very strict inspection mechanism established very early on.

Magical pollution, plague infection, virus erosion, this set of inspection mechanism is completely based on the various natural and man-made disasters experienced by human beings, theoretically can prevent most of the special situations, even the latest type of pollution can be detected in advance and even checked in advance, but it is because of the Stratholme grain storage system completely controlled by the aristocratic class, all kinds of shady scenes have almost reached the point of unscrupulousness and madness, and this inspection system that may interfere with various reselling and smuggling behaviors in disguise has been abandoned for many years.

"Your Highness... Your Highness, there are still many more experiments, there are not enough here, I can provide more, even... Ah!!h

Originally looking old and frail, the old nobleman was smashed to the ground as soon as he was relieved by Kelresca's breathlessness, and he almost didn't come back in one breath, and he rolled his eyes before he recovered, and he just turned his gaze to Arthas, so he hurriedly struggled and said, but he still didn't finish speaking, he screamed and struggled under Alsace's forced purification, but his body just tried to avoid the pouring of the liquid of holy light, and his whole body was imprisoned on the ground by the chains of holy light.

It seems that the experiment just now, except for the head, the purification was very fast and smooth, but in just over a minute, Arthas cleaned the main body of the old nobleman, and the head was also left unpurified. However, this time, the silver necklace worn by the other party around his neck turned into a glass-colored defensive light shield to protect his head, although it was still shrouded in a thin layer of green, but the vaguely visible appearance showed that the old nobleman did not faint in pain like the previous test subject.

Although his face was still blue and cold sweat, the old nobleman stared at Arthas's gaze and told everyone about his fresh state, but when he saw Arthas begin to condense his hand into a cloud of holy light liquid and began to direct his head, the old nobleman's gaze finally changed from pain with a trace of horror to hatred, and his hoarse voice came out with difficulty.

"Arthas, you, don't !! what do you have with those psychicists?"

"Heh, hehe!"

Hearing this, the action of controlling the liquid of holy light stagnated, and then Arthas met the eyes of the old nobleman full of hatred, and turned his head, only to find that the eyes that glanced around were more or less with a trace of hatred, and the next moment, after a few weird sneers with a fierce smile, the liquid of holy light in his hand smashed on the head of the old nobleman under him.

For the sake of Lordaeron, even if he becomes a necromancy, what does it matter!

... (To be continued.) )