Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Without his spiritual mentor Uther by his side, Arthas's negative emotions were easily channeled out by Kel'Thuzad.

Now Arthas' heart was filled with thoughts of venting his anger, and he wished he could smash Kel'Thuzad's body into pieces!

"Arthas!"

A delicate cry interrupted the accumulation of negative emotions in Arthas.

It's Jaina!

"Arthas, now is not the time to be angry. Let's go check on Captain Falak. I hope nothing has happened to the barn!"

"That's right, let's go!"

Arthas tried hard to suppress the negative emotions in his heart. After a while, he stopped looking at Kel'Thuzad's body, rode his warhorse towards the Andorhal barn without looking back.

As soon as the people of Lordaeron left, Kel'Thuzad's body began to rot. His skin turned pale, swollen, and then festered, completing a decay process that would have taken many days in just a few seconds.

Onyxia, who was hiding in the clock tower, witnessed this scene. This disgusting scene could not scare away the former black dragon princess, and she wanted to get closer to observe.

Jialin grabbed her arm and asked, "What are you doing?"

Onyxia turned around and said to Garin, "Master, the death of that psychic was strange. He had at least legendary strength, but he was killed by a few hammers from that hairy paladin. This is not normal!"

"Oni, he wanted to die in the first place. This was part of their plan. They wanted to use his death to open a hole in Arthas's heart. Otherwise, the mage has so many ways to save his life, it would be so easy for him to die."

"Wait a little longer, there must be a backup plan!"

Garen spoke, and Onyxia had no choice but to obey, staring patiently in the direction of Kel'Thuzad's body, while Garen looked at Arthas.

"coming!"

Sure enough, after a while, two monks wrapped in black robes appeared in the shadows of the street corner. They came to Kel'Thuzad's body and reverently performed a special ceremony. Then one of the monks released a flame, which directly burned the corrupted bones into a pool of ashes. The other monk took out a container and carefully collected all the ashes without missing a single one.

"What are they doing?" Ilucia looked at them for a long time with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"They are collecting the ashes of the necromancer just now," said Onyxia, a well-informed dragon of the ten thousand years. "Through the ritual, the ashes can be used as a medium to transform the owner of the ashes into a lich."

"Lich!"

"That's right, a lich. Only mages above the high level can transform into a lich. The stronger the mages, the more magic power they need. After transformation, they possess an immortal undead body and can be resurrected after being killed. Their only weakness is their urn!"

After the two monks dealt with Kel'Thuzad, they turned and left, disappearing into the shadows again.

"Master, shouldn't we intervene?" Onyxia looked puzzled. Ever since her transformation into strength attribute, some of her concepts have shifted towards order. Whenever she sees evil creatures, she always feels itchy and wants to purify them.

"No, we are just watching the show, but we Crusaders are not spectators of history. This history will develop according to my will!"

When Garin said this, Chromie, who was silently peeping from the mountains behind the Coldwind Camp, farther away from the town of Andorhal, sneezed loudly!

Captain Falrick led his soldiers in formation to continuously clear out the mindless zombies on the main road, and rushed through the burning main city area. The barn soon appeared in front of them. Those warehouses storing grain were not affected by the flames that were spreading everywhere.

At this time, Arthas rode his horse hurriedly, pulled the reins of his warhorse hard at the warehouse door, jumped off the horse as fast as he could, and kicked the door of a warehouse hard!

The scene of a warehouse full of food that Arthas expected did not appear, and what came into view was an empty warehouse!

"No! Damn psychic!"

Looking at the scattered grains of cereal on the ground and the corpses of dozens of rats, Arthas howled in anger and grief!

Not giving up, he ordered his soldiers to open all the warehouses, hoping for a miracle. However, all the warehouses were empty, and judging from the dust on the ground, these warehouses had been vacant for a long time!

"The grain... has all been spread!" Arthas muttered to himself. "Plague! It's all plague!"

Grains carrying the plague have been distributed throughout the country. He doesn't know how many people will lose their lives as a result. He has already imagined that the kingdom will be hit hard by this disaster!

When he thought of this, Arthas' whole body trembled!

He failed, even though he had killed Kel'Thuzad who spread the plague, but the necromancer's conspiracy had succeeded!

"Arthas..." Jaina didn't know how to comfort her childhood friend. "We tried our best..."

"No! We can't give up yet!"

If Jaina had hope at this moment, she should have noticed that the golden aura emanating from Arthas had been tainted with a hint of black.

"Let's go north, to Hearthglen!"

Arthas clenched his fist and slammed it against the door frame. "The people in there need to be warned! I hope we are still in time. I will not let the psychic succeed!"

The soldiers following Arthas were silent, they were frightened by the angry prince. Falric couldn't express his opinion at this time, so he could only follow the demon prince and gallop northward, without even bothering to kill the walking dead along the way.

They rode for four hours straight. Arthas was a warrior turned paladin. When he was tired, he only needed to activate the holy light to flow through his body to regain his vitality. The remaining soldiers, except for the members of the Knights of the Silver Hand, were the elite of the elite carefully selected by Terenas to protect Arthas. A mere four hours of march was nothing. The only one who suffered was Jaina.

As a pampered Kul Tiras princess and a magician, she had never suffered such hardship!

The feeling of exhaustion had penetrated deeply into her heart, and her brain went dark for several seconds. Her thighs lost feeling and she almost fell off her horse.

As a last resort, Jaina immediately pulled the reins and stopped the horse.

Arthas noticed this and had to order the team to stop, then he returned to Jaina with an impatient look on his face.

"Jaina...what's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, Arthas, I'm really tired, I need to rest for a while!"

Arthas was in a conflicted state. On the one hand, he cared about Jaina, the girl he loved, and on the other hand, he felt a sense of urgency about time, which made him very conflicted.

After a moment of agony, Arthas gritted his teeth and asked:

"How long will it take, Jaina..."

Jaina wanted to say that it would be best to let her sleep for the night, but in the end she only said: "I just need a moment to eat something and restore my strength!"

Jaina dismounted her horse, trembling, and sat down on the grass beside the road.

The current Arthas made her feel very strange. Negative emotions controlled his heart. He was no longer the amiable, considerate, kind and warm prince he used to be.

She didn't want her childhood friend to become like this!