Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Arthas's mentality exploded!

"Holy Light! No!"

"The plague-filled poison has been processed into flour and sent to the oven. Everything..."

"It's too late!"

At this moment, Arthas' heart seemed to have been hit hard, and no blood appeared on his face. He tried hard to calm himself!

He must do something!

"This city..."

Arthas clenched his back teeth!

"It must be purified!"

"Are you crazy, boy?"

A loud shout interrupted Arthas's thoughts. He looked back and saw that it was Uther who had arrived with his army.

Because of some delays on the way, the Knights of the Silver Hand led by Uther were able to catch up with Arthas in front of the gates of Stratholme.

It's just that just now Arthas was too immersed in his own emotions and lost control of his surroundings for a moment.

"I'm glad you made it in time, Uther." Under tremendous pressure, Arthas was a little out of control and said this in a cold tone.

Uther is a rigid and traditional man, but also a strong man. He is very unhappy with Arthas's cold attitude.

"Watch your tone, child. You are indeed the prince of Lordaeron, but I am also your paladin mentor!"

Arthas tried to calm himself. He needed to let Uther know the seriousness of the situation: "Listen, Uther, the plague has spread. We are too late. All the citizens of Stratholme have been infected!"

"They may look like ordinary people now, but it won't be long before they are transformed into undead by the plague in their bodies!"

Uther was shocked when he heard this: "This is impossible. No one can commit such a crime on the land of Lordaeron!"

Uther was unwilling to believe it, but the undead along the way forced him to believe it. He originally thought that the plague was only spreading in small villages in the wild. After all, the towns with more than 10,000 people along the way were still safe. Who would have thought that the enemy would directly attack a big city with 200,000 people!

"Arthas is right, Sir Uther." Jaina, who came with Uther, said, "If the citizens of Stratholme eat the grain shipped from Andorhal, then they have been contaminated, and they will become undead sooner or later!"

"So, I need to purify the entire city!" Arthas' voice was cold and cruel, stunning Uther and Jaina.

"This is crazy! Arthas, how could you have such an idea? They are living people, living people in a city, they are the people of Lordaeron!"

Uther wanted to grab Arthas' cloak at the collar and pull him over to question him, but when he thought that he was the prince of Lordaeron, he restrained himself for a moment.

"Arthas, Sir Uther is right. They are the people of Lordaeron. Your responsibility is to protect them, not to massacre them."

In this timeline, Jaina did not become a couple with Arthas, so her tone and manner of speaking were more direct. Her words irritated Arthas's nerves, and he looked at Jaina coldly.

Jaina ignored his gaze. She had to finish her point. "Listen to me, we don't know how many people are infected. There must be some people who didn't eat the food containing the plague. We don't even know how much grain is enough to kill a person. These people may still be saved!"

"Teacher Gandalf once said that anything that is driven by magic can also be destroyed or stopped by magic!"

"We still know too little about this plague. We can't just slaughter an entire city of people like livestock out of fear!"

"Arthas, we have to think logically and not just react with emotion! They may still have a chance to heal!"

But it seemed that all Jaina had said was in vain. Arthas refused and said, "No, Jaina, I swear to protect the innocent. Stratholme is finished, but there are other people in Lordaeron."

"I must purify them. Moreover, disposing of them before their bodies are transformed is also a kind act. As a normal person, they can die with dignity and still have the opportunity to be redeemed by the Holy Light. This is much better than being transformed into undead by the plague and killing their loved ones!"

"Those infected with the plague will turn into undead and kill other people in Stratholme. Those killed by them will also turn into undead and stand up again. There are 200,000 people in Stratholme!"

"Two hundred thousand undead, if they spread out from here, would be enough to destroy all of Lordaeron! The disaster must be stopped in Stratholme. I have no choice, Jaina!"

"No!"

Jaina was distraught and heartbroken.

"Arthas, give me some time. I will use the portal to return to Dalaran and find the Kirin Tor Council. I will go to Stromgarde to find Bishop Aragorn and Brother Galen. They are all part of the Alliance. As long as we call an emergency meeting, we will definitely be able to find a solution!"

Jaina was right. The plague was created using death spells. As long as it was negative magic, Antonidas, the Speaker of the Kirin Tor, and her mentor Gandalf would definitely have a way to curb this evil magic.

And in the Arathi Diocese of Stromgarde, there is the most powerful clergyman recognized besides Archbishop Faol: Bishop Aragon!

Now that Archbishop Faol has retired and disappeared, and his successor Archbishop Benedictus is far away in Stormwind City in the south, seeking the Arathi Diocese is indeed the right move.

But she did not consider Arthas' feelings and mentioned Stromgarde and Garen in her words.

"No," Arthas refused again, "We don't have time. It may only take a few hours, or even minutes, for the plague to break out in their bodies!"

On the way, Arthas witnessed with his own eyes the process of normal people turning into undead. The plague spread quickly and violently, and it didn't even take a day!

Arthas no longer paid attention to Jaina, turned to Uther and said: "Uther, as the future king, I order you to purify Stratholme!"

Uther recalled that his old comrade Tirion had just been tried in the city not long ago, and thought of the city's once bustling streets and numerous people.

"You are not a king yet, child. Even if you were, I would not accept this order!"

Uther refused righteously.

Arthas and Uther are on the verge of a fierce conflict, and it seems that a fierce conflict will break out at any moment!

"So!"

Arthas was furious. Their repeated persuasion and refusal to carry out orders brought Arthas's sanity to a critical point!

"I declare, Uther, in the name of the heir to the throne, I declare that you are relieved of your authority as the commander of the army. At the same time, the military positions of your paladins are also cancelled!"

"Ok, deal!"