Do you know how they look at me?

Some looked at me with admiration, others with indifference, others with anger, and others with ...... Contempt.

I pity the woman, and the crying child in my arms. I think this should be the minimum compassion that people should have.

But I was wrong...... People are thoughtful, and thoughts ...... It can't and won't be unified, never will. Even in the case of uniformity, there can be a slight difference.

Maybe it's because of different perspectives, maybe it's different positions, different personalities, different environments for education and growth, different levels of cognition, and different preferences......

Looking into their eyes I ......

Should I hate those who are indifferent? They have a point...... Are you infected...... Is it risky......

But...... What about compassion in this? What about mercy?

Does that woman deserve to die?

If there was an infected person in her family, she should also be quarantined, but she actually ...... You don't have to die.

Are they rational? Or are they so-called hard-hearted......

Hehe...... I later remembered all this and figured it out myself, but at the time I only hated them. It's just that I don't know why I became the way I was......

I was also involved in the massacre.

Kill more than they do......

I feel like I'm good...... Split......

One man ran and shouted, and instead of stopping in front of us, he galloped away, and then a large number of walking corpses appeared in the direction he was running.

With the addition of the three of us, there were less than ten of us. Those seven men were in charge of cleaning up the streets, and I was thinking that I could be torn apart by those walking corpses to relieve my hatred. But they're not stupid......

I hurried to climb up the house that was not on fire, and they followed suit, but it was really inconvenient for me to climb the wall with a child in my arms. The two of them dragged me up, and the walking corpses came rushing over like mudslides, and they saw us and waved frantically at us. In the light of the flames, the human-faced creatures were both physically and human, completely expressionless, but their wide-eyed eyes and gap-open mouths showed me that they had no minds.

Thinking of this, I glanced at the group of guys on the roof opposite.

They also looked at the three of us. Then he turned his head away without looking back.

Fires have broken out in the city, and there are more and more places on fire, some of which have been connected into patches.

Where the hell did Alsace go! To be honest, I didn't have a good impression of this prince at all.

The walking corpses crowded around us and continued to do useless work at us, and some of them were crushed as they huddled together, and then quickly trampled under the feet of those behind them.

That scene was really......

How to describe it...... We are all people who are crawling and rolling on the battlefield, and even if there is a big rout, there is rarely a stampede. I've only heard of stampedes, but I don't remember seeing them before.

I can imagine the weakness and helplessness of people when they are trampled on, but I can imagine the helplessness and pain and despair when I am being crowded and pushed in front of me, and then falling to the ground, and in an instant being trampled under my feet by someone from behind......

At first, I just thought these guys were really ...... After becoming like this, I was completely brainless and had no feelings. But when I found that there were more and more walking corpses tripping, more and more like arhats, I was really shocked.

Here's how it looks...... Soon they will be as tall as a wall...... Then climb up to the roof.

In fact, at this time I didn't have much hope that Alsace would be alive or not. Especially after seeing this.

I'm worried...... I'm really starting to worry that the city might not be able to stop this crazy bunch of stuff. If you use their words to say that there are more than 100,000 people here...... I can't imagine what will happen if this bunch breaks through the city, and that's not counting Andorhar!

I asked them if they wanted to keep looking, and they had the exact same answer...... The mission must be accomplished. "Have you ever thought that Arthas might be dead?" I say.

"To live to see people, to die to see corpses." Segard said. Lenid nodded approvingly. I gritted my teeth, "Then hurry up!" ”

I found that there were almost no normal human soldiers in the city, and that the alleys were running not our soldiers nor the fleeing inhabitants, but mutated people.

That's right, they don't walk, they run! I'm very worried about this situation, and it's no joke!

Suddenly, I felt the child in my arms twitching, I quickly untied it to see if it was holding it, only to see the child's two little hands raised, she trembled, and saw the ...... overflowing from the corner of her mouth I don't know what it is.

I quickly turned the child over, and I held her belly with one hand and gently patted the child's back with the other. The child didn't snort, and the two little hands that had a little strength at first hung down, and I felt her body go from the initial tension to the sudden softness of the room, and the two little hands and feet hung down weakly......

Yes! It's hanging weakly and not moving! She simply didn't move!

It scared the hell out of me. I hurriedly stopped, thinking that it was too heavy. I didn't dare to shoot it, but quickly turned it over to see if there was something wrong with the child, and when I touched her face, I found that her mouth was still moving, so I quickly turned it over and slapped it again...... Until the child cries.

I took the baby into my arms and shook it gently, her cry tearing through the darkness of the night, but I didn't get bored by her crying. On the contrary, her crying reassured me. I held the baby and tried to see her face clearly, but the environment was still too dark for me to see......

I re-wrapped the child in my cloak and kept running. I thought...... I don't know if it's a boy or a girl......

I want to live and then ...... I will give him to a good family so that she can live well. Even then, a flash of worry flashed through my mind...... It's not difficult to entrust her to others, but I don't know if the entrusted person can be good to her.

Alas...... It's just that...... The kid ...... She......

In the end, he didn't come back to life.

I don't know if the food that came out later blocked the trachea...... I don't know if the child was infected when I met her mother killed.

Unknown......

When I find Alsace...... I just found out about her...... It's dead.

This feeling......

Tut...... Alas!

Very disappointed, very ...... Lose! Very......

There is an indescribable sadness.

Actually, I didn't have much hope of finding Artace, but I finally found him, the bloody Arthas. When I met him, he ...... It was like rolling out of a sea of blood, and his face was covered with blood.

And what shocked me the most was that the way he looked at people was completely gone...... At the very least, peace and sanity. This madness can be seen.

No...... Not in town. It is near the south gate of Stratholme.

By that time I had given up looking for him, and the fire in the city had made it impossible for anyone to pass through it. I don't know how he got here, maybe he's running away, it's just ...... The corpses around him can no longer be said...... It's a lot, but it's almost corpses on top of each other, layer upon layer all over the ground!

In addition to him, there were some soldiers. Those soldiers...... There were also knights, who wore different armor than soldiers, and this group of people really looked like they had been washed in blood. These dead bodies on the ground must have been their doing.

Arthas saw me, and there was still a hint of madness in his eyes. "You're alive." Those were the first things he said when he saw me.

"I'm looking for you." I say.

"You're not hiding?" He wasn't talking about interrogation.

"You're rushing too fast...... We were attacked when we went to look for you in the alley. I said.

His eyes fell on my arms, and I put my hand on the child on my chest and nodded.

"What about her family?" The prince asked.

"Dead."

"How did you die?"

"The woman was bitten to death."

"Where?"

"Her home...... It should be her home. ”

"Give me ......," he blinked and held out his hand to me.

I was shocked, his expression made me not really want to give the child to him.

"Give me ......," his voice said with a hint of impatience.

When I untied the child and held it to Arthas, he took it with one hand, but ...... When he pulled the cloak from the child's body, he handed the child back to me.

I looked at the child in surprise and looked at him with a blank expression.

"This ......"

"Dead ......" Arthas held the child in one hand, feeling like he was about to be thrown to the ground at any moment.

I quickly picked it up only to find out that the child was dead...... The child died!

I looked at him with wide eyes, and I looked into his eyes and felt unable to accept this reality. I shook the child, and her eyes were closed, and her little mouth was tightly closed.

"No...... It's not like that......" I gently touched her nose and mouth with my hand, and suddenly felt a sour nose. "She's still alive." I looked at Arthas, but his eyes were full of ...... Indifferent. Indifferent as if all this had nothing to do with him, and that it was not a child who died, but like a puppy.

"He needs to be purified." Alsace said.

My eyes seemed to be welling up with tears, and I don't know why I was sad, why was I sad for this child? I looked at the prince in front of me and felt like I had never known him.

He gave me one last look at me, who was stunned, and then turned to the soldiers who had just finished the massacre with him.

Segard came up to take the boy from me, and I looked at him, and there was a sadness in his eyes...... Yes, I feel it.

"Why do you want to!" I shouted at Arthas.

The prince ignored me, and he stepped on the corpses on the ground and slowly walked towards the soldiers who were fighting with him. He seemed to think of something, and slowly turned to look at me, "Do you have a better way?" ”