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Chapter 44 Stratholme, the Land of Fate ([-])

"Jianna, Uther, you are finally here!"

Arthas heard a voice behind him, turned around and saw Jaina and Uther leading the Knights of the Silver Hand coming along the muddy dirt road.

Seeing the arrival of the reinforcements, Alsace felt that his extremely gloomy mood had just improved a little. He turned to Uther with a sarcastic smile.

"I'm glad you're finally here, Uther." Alsace said coldly.

Uther has always been a good-tempered person, whether he is dealing with relatives, friends or enemies, he is extremely patient, but this time he has an attack.

Because of the ever-increasing natural disasters and plagues, not only Arthas and Jaina were under tremendous pressure, but his heart was also deeply blamed.

"Watch your tone, boy! You are a prince, but as a paladin, I am your commander!"

As the founder of the Silver Hand, Uther is the number one paladin of Azeroth, and he commands the entire Knights of the Silver Hand, so it is not wrong to say that he is the chief of Alsace.

"As if I might have forgotten." Arthas retorted. He had grown up, possessed great power, and was a true Paladin. He was no longer the little prince.

He stood on the top of the slope so that he could look over the walls into the city.He wasn't sure what he was looking for, maybe there were signs that people were still going about their lives, that they had arrived in time.

He was looking for any sign that would give him hope and tell him what was left to do.

"Listen, Uther, there's something you need to know about the plague. It's the grains that infect people with the Scourge's plague, turning them into disgusting living corpses, zombies."

Alsace kept talking, and at the same time he was observing, searching, eager to know whether the real situation in this city at this time had reached an irreparable situation.

Just as he was speaking, the cold wind blew up, and the smell that wafted into his nose was not unpleasant, but rather sweet, which made Alsace feel his appetite whet.

But Alsace felt as if his internal organs had been punched hard, and he felt abnormally desperate.That eerie sweet smell, the unique smell of bread baked with polluted grains, clearly lingers in the air and mixes in the rain.

By the Light, it's still too late, those grains are already, already ground, already roasted.
In an instant, the extreme fear caused the blood to drain from Alsace's face. He stared wide-eyed. The terrifying discovery made his hair stand on end, and cold sweat started to flow instantly.

"We're too late, damn it we're too late! Grain—these people—" He couldn't finish, but everyone present understood what he wanted to say: "These people are already infected. "

Stratholme, the most prosperous city in Northern Lordaeron, is a proud city and the glory of Lordaeron.

Alsace couldn't imagine that if all the residents here turned into zombies, ghouls.He couldn't imagine that tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of tireless and terrifying undead swept across the entire Lordaeron like locusts.

What kind of deep and terrible disaster will that bring to the whole north, and to the whole of Lordaeron.

They must be purified before they completely turn into zombies. After all, sometimes the living are easier to kill than the dead.

Alsace made a decision in his heart, just like he once treated his beloved horse Invincible, he decided to purify the whole city, before they turned into zombies, before the situation reached the point of no return.

"They seem to be fine now, but they will turn into zombies sooner or later. Listen, Uther, we must purify this city while there is still time." Alsace said with pain on his face, but he still said firmly.

"Oh my god, are you crazy!" Uther shouted, he approached his students, his sea blue eyes were full of seriousness, he stared closely at Alsace's eyes, "There must be Another way! This is a whole city of living people, not apples with worms!"

"No, Arthas, we can't do this," she blurted out.

There should be a way. The mentor Antonidas once told her that as long as it is magic, there must be another kind of magic that can counteract it.

If you have time to think, if you can calm down and respond rationally instead of being emotional or reckless, maybe you can find a solution, but
"Damn it, now we have to do this!" Arthas stared at Uther, a terrifying and angry aura pressed towards the elder paladin, Jaina felt that they might fight each other at this terrible moment .

"Arthas, no! It's certainly not the only way, we can't do that! We can't make the choice for them." She didn't even think about it, these words came out of her mouth.

Arthas turned to her suddenly, anger, sadness, and despair welling up in his sea-green eyes.If even this person whom he loves deeply cannot understand himself, then who else in this world can understand him.

Jaina realized right away that he really thought this was the only option—that sacrificing these damned, who were beyond cure, was the only way to save the otherwise healthy.

"Listen, we don't know how many people are infected, we don't know how many innocent people are here, we don't know anything, we can't kill them like livestock."

At this moment, Jaina only felt like a rock was pressing on her heart, making her breathless.

"No, you know. They got the plague, and they're gonna get up, and they're gonna kill those kids, Jaina. And they're gonna come and kill us...and spread out from here, and kill everywhere. They don't care They will all die, but once they get up again, they will do things that they absolutely never want to do when they are alive."

Alsace's tone was terrifyingly calm, and even contained a sense of cruelty that made people feel bone-chilling.

"We must purify the city now, before anyone escapes and spreads the plague."

In an instant, Jaina's eyes were burned with tears of extreme pain. She looked at Arthas in despair. She couldn't believe that these words came from the mouth of the man he once loved.

Arthas turned his head, he ignored Jaina, and ordered decisively to the paladin in front of him: "Uther, as the heir to the throne of Lordaeron, I order you."

Speaking of this, Alsace took a deep breath, hesitation flashed in his eyes, but smelling the sweet smell in the air that made him sick, all his emotions were replaced by coldness and cruelty, "I I command you to purify this city!"

　The destination of fate is an inevitable trend that people cannot get rid of.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)