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"Quick! Destroy those burning pots! ”

The heavily armed Prince of Arthas rushed into Darson's farm with a group of paladins wrapped in holy light, and he saw at a glance the cauldron of plague that was constantly beating in the burning of the fire, and the viscous liquid boiling in the pot had already volatilized a small half, if it were not for the unexpected illness of little Darsson, I am afraid that no one would have discovered the terrible mist until these pots were dried up.

"Bang, bang"

The two paladins with war hammers raised their swords and lifted the scorching cauldron directly from the fire, and the paladin's hand behind them was a bucket of holy water, and the holy light energy in the holy water quickly neutralized the liquid in the plague cauldron, and the yellow smoke slowly stopped volatilizing, but the prince looked back and saw that around Darsun's farm, in the vast expanse of the entire western district of Stratholme, there were rising columns of smoke everywhere.

This made the Prince of Arthas feel powerless.

Under this smoke, how many of his people have gone to hell?

"Find, house by house! Find all the survivors! ”

The prince called out to the knights behind him, and his guard, Pharik, looked left and right, walked up to the prince, and whispered to him:

"Your Highness, I'm afraid it's... It's too late. ”

"Go and find it!"

Arthas gritted his teeth and said:

"Even if there is one person alive, find it! Those corpses... Buried it, no! Burn these corpses! ”

"Your Highness!"

This order made Farek's eyes widen, in the culture of the Human Empire at this time, cremation is not a good destination, although these civilians have died in the smoke, but once the act of burning the corpse is spread by someone with a heart, the reputation of the Prince of Arthas among the people will become extremely bad in an instant.

"I said it, burn it!"

Arthas's fingers tightened his hammer, he didn't know the consequences of burning the corpse, but for now, he couldn't care so much.

"We don't know if these plagues are contagious, and secondly... This thing came from the Darkblade Undead, and no one knows if these dead will be transformed into undead... We can't risk it, Farek! ”

A haze flashed in Arthas's eyes, and he commanded the paladins to go to the surrounding farms to smash the burning plague cauldron as he said to his attendants:

"There are millions of people in the entire Stratholme district, we can't risk it, I'm here to support the aftermath, Faric, take my seal, go to Dalaran as fast as you can, ask the mages for help, we want to dispel this smoke!"

"Also, contact Hearthvale and Andorhar, I need the support of the two Grand Knights to seize all the supplies of the Crown Apothecary Company in Stratholme City, and mobilize all the paladins and priests in the country, we need to contain this epidemic before it spreads. ”

"Yes, Your Highness."

Farrick reached out and took the ring representing the prince's identity and the plague sample in a small bottle, turned and mounted his warhorse, and rushed out of the farm, a ray of light dancing behind the galloping warhorse, the harness of these silver hand paladins' warhorses were inlaid with gems infused with holy light energy to ensure that the warhorses would not be polluted by external darkness.

This was originally just a defense against the Death Knight on the battlefield, but it came in handy in this sudden crisis.

After Faric left, the heavy-hearted Prince of Arthas walked on the farm of Darson, he walked to the corpse of the old Darsson and the foreman, who had lost his breath of life, and the prince looked at them in silence, these people at the bottom, who should have been the people under his protection, but now he had let them down.

"I'm sorry."

Arthas lowered his head and said something to the two cold corpses, then picked up the lantern from the side and smashed it on the table, the lamp oil was spilled everywhere, and at the moment when a flame jumped, the lamp oil was quickly ignited, and in the beating flames, the two corpses were quickly engulfed in flames.

Arthas stared at the beating flames in front of him, his five fingers clutching his hammer, a beating light wrapped around his arm in his emotional outburst, his heart was enveloped by a powerless emotion, he could only watch the catastrophe erupt, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Varian's Encounter.

What happened to Anna.

And what happened to his people before him.

This powerlessness over and over again had made Arthas fed up, he was fed up with this weakness, he desperately wanted to find an outlet, he wanted to find the people behind this conspiracy, he wanted to vent his anger on the villains who hurt others at will.

But he couldn't...

"Strength, I need strength... The power that saves all, punishes all..."

The beating sparks of holy light swirled between the prince's fingers, and under the short golden hair, the resolute face, the eyes, the unquenchable flame danced.

This experience of witnessing the catastrophe is like a thorn in Alsace's conscience, and every time he moves, it hurts his heart, but he can't pull it out by relying on him now.

Stimulated by the pain, he longed more and more to put an end to everything in front of him once and for all, and as a prince and knight, at that moment, he even wanted to use his own switch to have a power that could quell all disasters.

But that's not possible.

"Bang"

His Royal Highness's war hammer was lifted and put back into the clasp of the weapon behind his back, and before his eyes, the burning flames of the lamp oil and the corpse had slowly subsided, and there seemed to be another force left in the charred bones, driving the flames to lick until the corpse was completely reduced to ashes.

The light in the prince's blue eyes also converged at this moment, it seemed that he had convinced himself, but could he really let go?

"You can't be beaten all the time, it's time to fight back."

Arthas took a deep breath, and in his heart he said this to himself:

"I will find out the culprit of everything, I swear to you, justice will not be late! In the name of Menethil, it will definitely come. ”

The prince stayed there for a moment, and at the moment when the flames burned out, when the ashes were blown up, he turned away, and in the clash of armor, Arthas turned on his horse, and the busy paladins around watched the prince ride his horse slowly, and they saw some signs in Arthas's cold face.

"Arthas, where are you going?"

An old knight with a silver hand shouted to Arthas:

"Don't be impulsive, wait here for the big knight to come back!"

"I went to Stratholme... I'm going to end it all! ”

The speed of the prince's horse became faster and faster, and finally rushed out of the farm, and his voice was heard in the distance:

"Those things that are inconvenient for Uther to do, I'll come!"

The old knight of the Silver Hand wanted to stop Arthas, but his outstretched hand finally stopped in mid-air, there are indeed not many smart people in this world, but those who can survive several wars are definitely not stupid.

Since there is a problem with the pharmacy of the Crown Pharmacist Company, it means that in Stratholme City, there must be someone covering for them... Maybe the level of human pharmacists is indeed inferior to that of elves, but it is not so bad that they can't even distinguish poison, there is a problem in that city, and there is darkness hidden in that city...

And Arthas has made a choice, one that no one can stop.

A lot of times, people say it's a foregone conclusion, but it's not, it's like... Smoke lingers in the locked heart, changing, between unchangeable time and wishful thinking about trying to change the past, but even if our understanding of it changes, one thing remains the same.

The past is never written off, it's there... And every time I think about it, it will have an impact on who you are now.

It's like the smell of a burning tree, even if you've burned the tree... The smell is still there... The past has shaped everyone and will continue to affect everyone's future.

Perhaps, the evil one of darkness will eventually devour everyone around him, but don't forget that the first one invaded by darkness will always be himself.

But... Could this be his fate in the future?

Observers, curious...

"The smoke is coming towards Andorhar!"

Almost immediately after Arthas's warning, the great city of Andorjar in the western district of Stratholme was on alert, and the mages in the city were gathered, and the mayor of the city asked them to come up with a solution to the smoke in a short time, but the mages were not shamans, and in this very short time, they could not create a great storm to blow away the smoke with the plague virus.

At noon, the heavy smoke that shrouded the northern part of Andohal began to shift in the direction of Andohal under the blowing of the wind.

Hearing the news, the Grand Knight Uther had arrived in the city of Andorhar from Lordaeron, and another Grand Knight Tirio. Fording is gathering civilians who have not yet died in the smoke-shrouded area, and worst of all, it is not only the Plague Smoke that has appeared in the Andorhar region, but also in the border areas of the Tirisfa region, where the plague cauldron is also showing signs.

The farmlands near the city of Stratholme were also littered with plague cauldrons, and at the same time that Andorhar was being defended, the priests and paladins of the Chapel of the Light's Wish and the Hand of Tyr defense area in the eastern part of Stratholm also began to act, trying to start collecting all the innocent civilians before the plague spread.

It was definitely a planned and conspiracy, and worst of all, no one was aware of the impending crisis before it erupted.

It seems that the darkness has taken root in the hinterland of the northern frontier and has hidden everyone's eyes.

"Let the citizens leave through the city gate and take shelter in the Cold Wind Camp!"

Uther, the Grand Knight who had been paying attention to the situation in the sky, gave the order decisively, and at the same time, a herald hurriedly rushed up to the watchtower and reported to the Grand Knight:

"Count Barov has opened the door to Keldaron Castle, and Mr. Count has offered to do everything in his power to rein in the civilians, and he has made you not have to worry about the area near Keldaron, the Barov family has enough mages to disperse the plague mist in the air."

"Thank you for me, Count Barov, for everything he and his family have done for the Empire."

The Grand Knight was almost immediately relieved to hear that the most powerful family in the region was willing to help, and a moment later, escorted by the cavalry, the civilians of the city walked out of the city gate in a very orderly manner, led by the private soldiers of the Barov family, to the huge castle southeast of Andorhar.

But the crisis facing the city did not ease because of this, and the pale yellow plague mist floating in the air was invisible and insubstantial, even if the soldiers wanted to fight it to the death.

"The messenger of Dalaran is here!"

The voice of Mayor Andohar came from behind the Great Knight standing on the watchtower, and he turned his head sharply to see the Sun King Kael'thas striding up the tower under the protection of the Phoenix Guard.

Uther wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a cold-faced Kael'thais, and the young Sun King said in a deep voice:

"We've studied samples of the plague, it's contagious, and you need to quarantine civilians who have been exposed to the fog immediately! Toxins can be neutralized with holy water, and besides, the Stratholm region is no longer safe, and you will face an accident caused by a plague, and I must withdraw the High Elves who have migrated to this area... I hope you and your king can understand. ”

"But those fogs!"

The Grand Knight pointed to the mist that slowly drifted towards Andohar in the sky, and he said in a deep voice:

"What you said is about the future, how to solve the current problem?"

"Huh"

In the crisp voice of the phoenix's long roar, a crimson alien long sword appeared in the Sun King's hand, he glanced at the great knight, and said softly:

"That's what I'm here for, and I'll stay in this city until the plague here is completely gone, but the plague accident in Stratholme is not accidental, your kingdom has been corrupted by darkness, Grand Knight, that city... Problematic! ”

The cold words fell, and the Sun King took a step forward, the golden sword in his hand wrapped in raging fire, and between the swings of the blade, the scorching flames rushed into the sky of Andorhar, and between the jumps, a thin curtain of flames enveloped the front of the city, and in the blazing heat, the mist containing the plague toxins was quickly evaporated.

Seeing that the spread of the plague was stopped, the Grand Knight let out a sigh of relief, and he turned his head to look at the pale Mayor of Andorhar behind him, and he whispered:

"Did you hear the Sun King's advice? Go ahead and isolate all civilians who have been exposed to the plague, I think Count Barov will be happy to help you with this. ”

"What about you? Grand Knight, where are you going? ”

The mayor wiped the sweat from his face, and as he watched the heavily armed knight walk down the watchtower, he couldn't help but ask:

"Andohal needs you, Grand Knight."

"Arthas, who rushed into Stratholme alone, needs me even more!"

Uther walked down the tower without looking back, his voice echoing through the small space:

"He's doing stupid things... But such a disciple makes me feel proud, and I have to help him! That's it. ”

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