Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"That's right, Your Highness!" Farak was extremely sure of this guess.

"So, where did those missing villagers go?"

After this doubt arose, it has been lingering in Arthas' mind. Apparently, even Captain Falric, whom he trusted, was unable to give the prince an answer.

"Holy Light, please bless the people of Lordaeron!" Arthas prayed silently to the Holy Light.

The order Arthas received was to investigate what happened here and stop the spread of the disaster.

Now, the mystery is gradually being solved. The truth has been learned and the source of the plague has been arrived. However, looking at the thousands of undead in Andorhal, Arthas is somewhat doubtful whether he can complete the task and save thousands of people!

Oh my God, this is not an easy task, Holy Light, please help me!

I must eliminate this disaster and save my people.

I can definitely do it.

Soon, they arrived at the gate of Andorhal. At this time, there was a group of dwarves and two high elf priests in their team. They met Arthas's team on the road, and the two sides walked together to fight against the undead.

After entering Andorhal, Arthas saw smoke rising above the town. If the town had been captured by the Undead, then Arthas hoped that at least the food in the city would be destroyed at the same time.

But this cruel thought soon made him feel guilty. He buried the thought deep in his heart and began to concentrate on the action at hand.

He kicked his mount in the side and charged through the gate.

"Oh! No!"

"We're late!"

Arthas was stunned by the scene before him!

At this time, Andorhal had become a realm of death. A large number of rotting corpses wandered on the wide streets. There was no breath of living people in the entire city. There was only a disgusting stench of decay. It did not look like a prosperous town at all.

"Welcome to the world of the dead! Prince Arthas!"

A middle-aged man in a black rune robe came from the other end of the street, blocking the crowd's way forward.

There was a fat man following behind the man in black robe, but what was really scary was the fat man's appearance. He looked like a large, ugly doll that was pieced together from various places, with marks of stitches all over his body.

"Who are you? Did you spread the plague of Lordaeron?"

Arthas' hair stood on end with rage, and he tightly grasped the hammer Menethil in his right hand, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

"He is Kel'Thuzad!"

At this time, Jaina also entered Andorhal and came to Arthas' side. Arthas's troops had all come behind the prince. They quietly surrounded Kel'Thuzad and the strange and terrifying fat man.

"He was a former member of the Kirin Tor Council of Six and a disciple of Archmage Antonidas. Half a year ago, he was imprisoned by the Kirin Tor because he was discovered to be studying necromancy. But he disappeared mysteriously soon after!"

Kel'Thuzad looked at the beauty beside Arthas, his eyes changed: "Jaina Proudmoore? I didn't expect that you have already broken through to the legendary level in just half a year."

"Hahaha, no wonder that old fellow Antonidas is full of resentment towards your mentor. Not only was he surpassed by Gandalf in strength, but even his vision in choosing disciples was also surpassed..."

Kel'Thuzad's words left Jaina stunned. She didn't know how to respond. Wasn't he insulting herself with these words?

After all, the disciple who was defeated was himself!

"Kel'Thuzad! This plague was caused by you! Your necromancy caused a rat plague in Dalaran's sewers for three months. We, a group of young mages, were sent to exterminate the rats. I am now very familiar with the scent of undead rats!"

When Jaina thought of this, her pretty face turned red with anger!

Her mentor was good in every way, whether it was his teaching level or his treatment of her, Rhonin, and Ilucia. However, sometimes, Gandalf would always assign them some bad tasks to complete, completely ignoring the fact that she and Senior Sister Ilucia were girls!

When Jaina finished speaking, among the three people hiding in the clock tower of Andorhal and spying, Ilucia's body couldn't help but tremble, as if she also remembered the fear of being dominated by the tasks issued by her mentor.

"You are right, Lady Jaina. I ordered the Cult of the Damned to spread plagued grains everywhere in order to transform the living into undead and build a huge army!"

At this time, Kel'Thuzad stared at Arthas, constantly observing the angry expression of the Prince of Lordaeron.

Then he chuckled and said, "The dreadlord Mal'Ganis, to whom I am loyal, will lead the Scourge to purify this continent and establish an eternal world of the dead, a dark empire!"

Tsk tsk, this old guy is trying to divert trouble away.

The houses of Andorhal were ablaze,

Although the burning flames were right behind them, the words of the necromancer made the surrounding Lordaeron army feel cold all over!

"Purification? Only the Holy Light can purify you evil ones, and it is not our turn for you, an evil wizard, to purify us!"

Arthas had enough of the feeling of being led by the nose for some time. He roared angrily, grasped the power of Menethil tightly with a fierce look, and rushed forward!

"For the Light! For Lordaeron!"

Unfortunately, Kel'Thuzad is a former Kirin Tor senator. Not only is he extremely talented, but how could he become a high-ranking official in Dalaran without some strength?

He released a flash, the space around him twisted, and then his figure disappeared from the spot, easily avoiding Arthas' hammer attack.

"Abomination! Go!"

Just as Arthas was stunned, the fat man behind Kel'Thuzad swung out the huge hook in his hand, hooked Arthas' waist directly, and then pulled it hard, pulling Arthas directly in front of him!

"Arthas!"

"No, rescue His Royal Highness!"

Jaina and the soldiers of Lordaeron were thrown into chaos, and Falric hurriedly led his men towards the prince.

At this time, Arthas was in a very miserable state. The fat man named Abomination emitted a disgusting stench that filled his nostrils and almost suffocated him to death.

Fortunately, Arthas was quite strong and he quickly broke free from the control of the abomination. He swung the power of Menethil and directly smashed the monster's head!

But what Arthas did not expect was that the monster was still able to move. He continued to swing the machete in his hand, trying to continue attacking!

At this time, Falric arrived with the prince's guards and cut the abomination into pieces with his swords.