Kel'Thuzad now had a headache, a very, very headache. The current situation is much more difficult than he expected: the followers of the Cult of the Damned lost the message before they could spread the plague into the food and grass that was about to be sent to various parts of Lordaeron.
According to the original plan, he was not supposed to appear in this small village, but was supposed to release the plague in Andorhal, the important town of Lordaeron.
The spies and acolytes of the Cult of the Damned always disappeared from the city of Andorhal. Coupled with the increasing number of paladins, priests, and guards there, Kel'Thuzad increasingly believed that Andorhal was no longer suitable for staying for a long time. .
The same is true for Stratholme. It is said that Baron Rivendell in the city was accepting the king's order and began to investigate all suspicious people and strengthen the management and defense of the city. As a result, the cultists of the Cursed Sect were caught and killed by the guards. Head.
The Dread Lord Mal'Ganis believed that this was a normal reaction when humans faced the problem of orcs, but Kel'Thuzad felt that this demon might have felt that the Lich King's plan would not work, and began to plan other solutions on his own.
This made the former Archmage of Dalaran feel inexplicably uneasy. He felt that Lordaeron seemed different from what he remembered, but he didn't know what the specific problem was.
"I hope His Majesty the Lich King is right."
The necromancer held the plague book that recorded evil spells, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger, and he even began to doubt whether the plan could succeed. But no matter what, he had to face the prince, and he had to be killed through his hands. Kill.
Fortunately, there was no mistake in the step he took personally. This small village in the north of Brill has been turned into a dead zone full of plague.
While he was meditating in a wooden house in the village, an acolyte of the Cult of the Damned stumbled in, "Sir, Arthas is here!"
After Kel'Thuzad heard this, he raised the staff with a goat's head on the top and passed over the panicked acolyte. "That's good news. I will grant you eternal life on behalf of your majesty."
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Accompanied by a hoarse scream, the acolyte's body weakened weakly, then shivered and climbed up. When he stood up straight again, the flesh and blood on his body began to fester, and the white bones began to grow twisted under the stimulation of dark magic. .
Soon, a brainless ghoul replaced the timid acolyte and became another minion of the Lich King's undead army.
"Go, let that self-proclaimed righteous prince see His Majesty's power." Kel'Thuzad's pupils were burning with pale white flames.
The ghoul quickly rushed out of the village in a weird posture, following the other undead to stop Arthas.
"boom!"
Kel'Thuzad looked up and saw that the corpse of the ghoul that had just run out cut a curve like a rag doll and hit the thatched house not far from him.
Alsace's war hammer shone with dazzling holy light, and each sweep could turn four or five zombies and skeletons into ashes.
Kel'Thuzad's staff began to tap regularly on the ground, and the villagers in the villages who had been dead for a long time due to the plague stood up again under the guidance of his magic.
Seeing the corpses of the villagers turned into props for undead magic, Captain Farrick was furious. He held his sword and shouted: "Your Highness, that wizard over there is casting a spell!"
"give it to me!"
Jaina raised her hand and summoned ice cones that filled the sky, knocking down all the undead summoned by Kel'Thuzad like a rain of arrows. Arthas clenched his fist and smashed the skeleton soldiers blocking the way, and quickly broke through the pile of low-level undead. line of defense.
Kel'Thuzad did not dodge, did not panic at all, and did not use any spells. He watched Arthas rush to him, held his neck with one hand, and lifted him up from the ground—— This is part of the plan.
"Uh... ahem, Your Highness, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Kel'Thuzad's face turned pale, making it unclear whether he was alive or dead. "Do you think it's over after you kill me?"
In Kel'Thuzad's expectation, the angry prince would definitely ask himself who was the mastermind behind the scenes, and in that case, the first step of his master's plan would have been successful.
However, Arthas looked at the Necromancer. Instead of being angry, he was very calm. Kel'Thuzad could not get any of the emotions he wanted from the prince's eyes.
Arthas slowly said something that shocked Kel'Thuzad, "Yes, that's right, I have been waiting for you for a long time - the next one is Mal'Ganis."
With a stunned expression on his face, Kel'Thuzad had his neck broken by Arthas before he could say the next sentence.
The body of the necromancer who shouldn't have died here was thrown to the ground by Arthas. Jaina and the knights quickly cleaned up the remaining undead and came to Arthas.
"What does this mage know?" Jaina asked, looking at the corpse on the ground. Her expression suddenly froze, "Kel'Thuzad?"
"It's him."
"You killed him? Just... with one force?" Jaina found it very unbelievable. Kel'Thuzad was a genuine archmage. Even if he fell, his strength should not have declined so much.
She thought that Arthas had just captured an insignificant person, but she didn't expect that Kel'Thuzad himself had been killed by Arthas.
"Yes, it shouldn't be so easy," Arthas looked at the village that was almost reduced to a cemetery, "but he was so weak that he was corrupted by necromancy, and he came here with the intention of dying. Our mission has not been completed yet. "
Jaina was a little confused, "Sent to death? Isn't he the mastermind behind the scenes? Whose order did he receive?"
"My spies are tracking the target, so we have to keep pursuing it."
Arthas shook his head. Mal'Ganis' hiding methods were very powerful. Coupled with his own powerful strength, the spies sent by Arthas simply did not dare to follow the Dread Lord like the cannon fodder of the Cursed Sect.
Such an accident will only be countered by the Dread Lord, and Nasrezim, who can probe people's souls, can easily read the desired information. Although Alsace's entire plan will not be exposed, alerting the enemy will make subsequent actions more difficult.
"Jaina, burn this village down."
Arthas glanced at the tragic village. It had been infiltrated by Kel'Thuzad's Curse Sect for too long. The villagers had long been eroded by the plague. It was said to be a village, but in fact it was just a nest of the plague and the Curse Sect. Now it is just a It just completely exploded.
The manpower of the Privy Council is also limited, and it is impossible to allocate a large number of people to every village and town, which will only put more innocent people in danger.
Jaina can't bear it, but the best way to deal with a large-scale undead plague is fire elemental magic, which is even more effective than holy light. The female mage sighed and lit flames on the grain piles and corpses, using a fire to drive away all the plague here.
While the flames were still burning, Alsace led the team to leave the village and prepare to rush to Andorhal, the political and economic center of West Wilder.
Not long after the prince and his knights left, another group of figures wearing black leather armor and masks rushed into the sea of fire and took away the body of Kel'Thuzad, who had died for a long time.
On the way to West Wilder, Jaina's mood had been very low. Arthas comforted her, "Are you still sad about what happened to those villagers?"
Jaina nodded first, then shook her head, "With the means and strength of a great mage, we have no way to plot against such a small village. I'm just worried that what happened today will happen somewhere else." Places repeat themselves.”
"We are pursuing this to prevent this from happening," Arthas said with some regret, "But this incident will not end just like that. Jaina, it is not over until the mastermind behind it is terminated. "
"Then we must make him pay with blood," Jaina gritted her teeth, "Avenge these innocent people!"
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Matt Whitemane was a physician in the First Legion of Lordaeron. His wife was killed in the Second War, leaving him to live with his daughter Sally Whitemane.
His home is in the town of Nanhai in the Hillsbrad Hills, but due to work reasons, he had to bring his daughter to the station of the First Legion. Fortunately, those knights and doctors were kind and good people, and Matt felt that it was a good thing for his daughter to come into contact with them.
But recently, Matt felt like something was not right in the camp. Many of the soldiers who came to him for medical treatment said they had headaches and mental confusion, which made Matt wonder if there was a problem with the camp's water source or food.
After the report was reported, the chaplains accompanying the army checked the water and food sources, but found no abnormalities. After this incident, fewer people came to see Matt for medical treatment, as if everything had returned to normal.
But Matt's inner uneasiness has not been alleviated. He feels more and more that things are getting weird. In the past week or two, he has rarely seen the commander Carl Wei who loves to sit in the camp and chat with the soldiers. Colonel Slee.
Colonel Wesley locked himself in the command room. Matt met him once last night and was almost startled by Wesley - this big man in his prime was pale and had thick dark circles under his eyes, as if As weird as a ghost.
But when Matt blinked again, he found that Colonel Wesley's face was normal and he was wondering why he was so surprised.
After explaining casually, Matt quickly returned to his room and warned his little daughter not to run around in the camp recently. Little Whitemane obediently agreed to her father's request.
Matt, who was sleeping in bed, still didn't feel at ease enough. Early the next morning, he ran to find a new recruit who had just joined the army for a few days - this was the only new recruit in their team in the past month.
He was specially recruited into the First Legion because of his outstanding performance during training. This young man named Thassarian hopes to achieve meritorious service in this battle against the orcs.
