In less than a day, on the third day of the northern expedition, when the army reached the territory of Stantam City, the 5,000 regular army had lost more than 60%!

60%! More than half! What kind of concept is this!

Zombies, terrible zombies; plagues, unsolvable plagues!

Alsace on the horse was silently looking at the heroic city in the distance, but his eyes were not filled with joy as to survive the disaster, but instead he was full of tragic heroism. Behind him, more than a thousand tired soldiers were followed. What was tired is the body and the heart was the fatigue!

Soldiers who die on the battlefield are glorious, and their souls will return to their hometown. Soldiers who die at their own hands are humiliating, because that means betrayal or cowardice!

But in less than a day and a night, more than two thousand originally brave and loyal warriors had to face the butcher knife raised by their own people on that sleepless night!

This is a kind of tragedy, a kind of tragic that almost led to a mutiny. But when ordinary soldiers witness a slightly injured high-level warrior, they become terrible undead, everything becomes natural...

A natural misfortune.

In just a few encounters, only more than a hundred warriors died in battle. Most of them lost their combat personnel and even severe injuries. Usually, the priests in the army could raise their weapons again after treatment. However, the new plague virus of the Curse Church allowed those survivors to know what cruelty is.

Whether it is serious or minor injuries, even if it is just a scratch, as long as it is infected with the undead, those who carry the disease will definitely become their companions within half a day and step into the arms of the god of death!

Unless those who are above the level of high school and above can get exempted from this disease, but how many masters are there in the entire army? This is a disaster that makes all priests helpless.

Arthas's face was cold, and Arthas's heart was crying.

The prince, who was still riding on a tall horse, had slightly moist eyes.

He remembered the more than a thousand wounded soldiers who were silent and took the initiative to put down their weapons...

"Prince, we believe in you."

What kind of trust is that, and you still have no regrets when facing death.

But, carrying that kind of trust, how many people can still be stubborn and rational?

"Go..."

"Go."

Arthas squirmed his lips as if he was still talking about the two heavy words. His arm wrapped in iron armor raised, as if he wanted to grab something, and it seemed like he was saying goodbye.

What fell from the sky was raindrops, not colorful flowers...

The most tragic man in this world is not that he cannot get praise. But when he wants to gain recognition, the attitude of the people around him is as cold as the cold wind, but when his heart is frozen, he sadly hears countless praises...

A strange illusion suddenly appeared in Arthas's heart: he returned to Lordaeron and returned triumphantly, but the one who returned triumphantly seemed to be no longer him. His pale hair and pale skin, he crushed the petals of the surrounding people, touched the sword filled with endless chills on his waist, and walked towards the palace indifferently...

"Are you sad as much as I do?"

Arthas was inexplicably in his heart, his eyes dazed for a moment, and then became firm again.

"Start and go to Stantam!"

He ordered to the adjutant beside him, who was also the second master in the army. Paladin Darren Sail. The latter just nodded indifferently, then made gestures to his subordinates, and immediately a team of soldiers began to rigorously dispatch them.

"Darren, do you think I did something wrong?"

Alsace drove first, and the divine horse leaped under his seat and broke a grass that had just revealed its tender buds.

"drive!"

Darren Sail caught up with him, and there was a look of hesitation on his face.

"Maybe, the pastors will have a better idea..."

When people are extremely lost, they will always have various imaginations to make up for the shortcomings of the past and simply forget the feasibility of urgent matters.

When Alsace heard this, his face darkened. It was not unhappy, but hesitation.

But at this moment, even he doubted the decision he made at that time, Locke actually sneered.

"She! So Seer, you can only become an adjutant, and the prince is the head coach."

The two of them had storms at the same time. Darren was angry after enlightenment, while Arthas cleared the clouds and mists to see the sky.

"Hmph, you are a little guard, what qualifications do you have to interrupt when I discuss things with the prince?"

Looking coldly at Locke, who was riding on the horse at some point, Darren was not a fool, and of course he knew that he was inferior to Alsace's score in decision-making. But this obvious mistake should not be proposed by a small soldier at this time.

This is not allowed for Darren Sail, who has a considerable reputation within the Knights of Silver Hand.

Locke just looked at Darren with a sarcasm and did not argue.

On the surface, this prince guard who had only master level cultivation level looked at Darren, but his eyes were full of naked disdain, as if he was a lofty emperor looking down at a beggar.

"you!"

With a clang, the furious Darren pulled out half of the sword at his waist, but seemed to be worried about the impression in front of the legion soldiers, but he did not dare to take it seriously and drew his sword to kill people.

At this time, Alsace, who had suddenly realized it, pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, came to Darren, and grabbed his arm.

His obvious action fell into the eyes of the large group of soldiers behind him, and also made the contradiction "hidden" public. Perhaps it was to throw a rat and avoid taking advantage of the donkey to go downhill. Darren snorted angrily and inserted his sword back into the scabbard.

"For the sake of the prince, I will not be concerned about you, the despicable orc."

The vicious words were even somewhat unsuitable for the Paladin's identity. Darren was slightly stunned after he said this, not to mention the Alsace, who was sandwiched in the middle, and his eyebrows were tightly locked.

"Darren, don't forget the glory of the Knight."

Arthas warned him a little displeased, and Darren Cel was also embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

In fact, he himself didn't understand why Locke's look caused him to get angry.

In order to show the cavalier demeanor he deserves in front of Erthus, Darren Cial let go of the reins, clamped his legs to the horse's belly, and bowed to Locke to apologize.

Don't doubt that the reason why the Knights of the Silver Hands is famous in the alliance is that those Silver Riders who have won the Paladin have extremely strict requirements on equality advocated by all aspects and even the elves. This is also one of the reasons why Arthas, as a prince, often becomes indecisive after making decisions.

Uther's teachings were completely opposite to what he learned from Terenas.

Unfortunately, when Darren Cial looked up and wanted to say some high-sounding words to Locke, he saw those sarcastic eyes again...

Darren's pretended to be humble smile was completely frozen on his face...

In a team, only one voice is needed.

Behind that voice, there is always only one guide.

Enemies and friends are actually in different degrees and aspects, silently guiding those who are already stubborn...

"What! You mean! Arthas personally ordered all the wounded to commit suicide!!!"

In the Rendanlun Palace, in front of the magic crystal, the old king Terinas kept roaring at the messenger with all his strength.

The already trembling image on the opposite side suddenly trembled even more, as if even the magic video transmission began to shake.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty the King. Lord, Lord of the City, he, the news he received is like this..."

The conscript who was not of grade and ranked at most, with the most jazz ranks shrank his neck fiercely, as if Terenas's anger had burned on his head and could not even speak clearly.

Bang!

Terenas knocked over the magic crystal, and the image on the opposite side was cut off.

"Go! Go to the Temple of Punishment!"

With half anger and half anxious, Terenas directly ordered to his confidant beside him.

The old man who was well-dressed and had a very gentlemanly posture immediately responded.

"Okay, do you want to block this news?"

The voice was a little tired, and the old man with a young hair and a young face was not afraid of the king's anger. He was just old and also knew the seriousness of the matter, so he was worried about the prince who had watched him grow up since childhood.

"Need not!"

Terenas shook his head decisively and hurriedly walked out of the hall.

Now, it is useless to hide. We must find out the truth and seek foreign aid for Alsace!

He only has this son!!!

The old man looked at Terenas' slightly hurried back and immediately chased after him.

It is hard to imagine that a prince who has always been modest would issue such a tragic order, but what benefits would this be for him?

The news that came from connecting to three towns was exactly where Artsas had temporarily led his army to repair it.

Unfortunately, the messenger mage in the army died in battle during the first encounter. The prince, as the supreme commander, had no intention of contacting the old king. Therefore, when all kinds of rumors spread when the soldiers were resting in the town, there were already many different opinions.

But the most fundamental point is completely consistent!

The prince issued a massacre order to the wounded!!!

The fact that the head and tail has changed completely. If it weren't for witnessing it, who would have believed that there would be such an epidemic? Can those who witness it with their own eyes completely understand Alsace's correct approach?

Even Darren Sail would have doubts afterwards, let alone an ordinary soldier...

"What! Do you want to put martial law in the whole city? A thorough investigation of some kind of death epidemic?"

Earl Rivendale looked at Arthas badly, as if he was examining a fool.

"This is impossible! For the sake of you and I belong to the hands of silver, I can use His Highness the Prince's words as a joke."

This powerful but heavy-minded Lord Stantome rejected Alsace's proposal. As for the magic of natural disasters, he didn't believe it at all, at least, on the surface...
Chapter completed!