Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

But things took a turn for the better the next day!

The guards of the territory came to report that a man claiming to be Prince Arthas of Lordaeron had arrived at Hearthglen with a team!

The arrival of the Crown Prince made Tailan and others overjoyed. With such an important person coming, the food problem should be solved quickly!

When Arthas and his companions arrived at the woodlands outside Hearthglen, a huge number of undead gathered outside the city gate at the entrance of the valley. It was estimated that there were at least thousands of them!

These undead souls include skeletons that have been dead for a long time, some fresh zombies that have just been cursed, and those stitched monsters that look like big fat men!

The Hearthglen guards at the city gate were struggling to resist this group of undead. After the dense gunfire, one could even see a thick white smoke floating above the woods.

"It's the smell of gunpowder, the Musketeers are attacking!"

There were some dwarves in Arthas' team, and Arthas's martial arts instructor was Muradin Bronzebeard of Ironforge, so he was no stranger to muskets.

More than a decade ago, only dwarves in the entire East Continent liked to equip this kind of firearm, while humans still relied more on longbows and crossbows.

It was not until after the Orc War that the top leaders of various countries discovered that the army of Stromgarde was equipped with a large number of muskets, and the advantages of the muskets soon became apparent, so this weapon began to become a regular equipment of various countries.

Arthas quietly observed in the woods, and soon he discovered that a group of necromancers in black robes were secretly manipulating the undead army to attack Hearthglen!

"Let's go kill those psychics!"

Arthas acted decisively. As long as the necromancer who controlled the undead was killed, these brainless monsters would naturally disperse slowly. Even if they didn't disperse, they would be easy to deal with!

"Take care to protect yourself!"

Before charging, Arthas turned to Jaina and said that he could see that the rest not long ago was not enough for the magical girl to recover her strength.

Arthas led his team to charge forward at the fastest speed. The black-robed necromancers were casting spells with their backs to them. When they felt the ground shaking, it was too late to dodge!

Some of them forcibly interrupted the spell, but their bodies suffered the backlash of the magic disorder. They stood still for a while and became a living target!

The strongest psychic among them was still casting spells with all his strength when Arthas got close to him!

"Quick! Arthas, interrupt his spellcasting. I feel the fluctuation of space. He is trying to escape!"

When Arthas heard Jaina's reminder, he raised his eyes and locked onto the target!

He rode on his warhorse, swung his hammer to smash a skeleton's chest, then raised the hammer and swung it back to smash a zombie's head, then pointed at the psychic from a distance.

Arthas shouted loudly: "Hammer of Justice!"

The spatial fluctuations disappeared, and Arthas and the soldiers rushed forward and killed all the psychics in no time!

When all the mages who commanded the undead died, the remaining undead stopped moving and turned around in place. Arthas turned around and began to destroy these corpses.

The team leader in charge of the city's defense discovered that there were living people supporting them, so he also attacked cautiously, killing the undead on the periphery bit by bit.

Soon the ground was covered with corpses, and thousands of undead were wiped out.

"Who are you!"

Although the team leader recognized the Lordaeron emblem on Arthas and the others, they had seen the process of living people turning into zombies, so they did not approach them.

“Good vigilance.”

Arthas praised that the undead plague was extremely strange and it was wise to keep a distance when the situation was unclear.

"I am Arthas, the prince of Lordaeron. Go and inform the lord of Hearthglen!"

"Please wait a moment, Your Highness. I will go and inform the Lord!"

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The soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield. They piled the remains of the undead together, then skillfully picked up dry branches from the woods and scattered them on the ground, and finally threw a torch.

Taelan Fordring soon arrived at the city gate. This was the second time he saw Arthas. The last time was at Stratholme Cathedral, at the ceremony of the prince's induction into the Knights of the Silver Hand.

At that time, Arthas was the center of everyone's attention, but Taeran just followed his father and watched from afar. Now, only more than a year has passed, but everything has changed and his father is missing!

Although his mother told him that his father was dead, Tailan, through his prayers to the Holy Light, vaguely felt that his father was still alive, but he just couldn't show up now.

"The Lord of Hearthglen, Taelan Fordring, greets His Royal Highness the Prince!"

After the greetings, Tailan introduced his friends to Arthas one by one.

Arthas focused his attention on Taelan, Bridget, and Renault. Their surnames were well-known in Lordaeron. If nothing unexpected happened, when he ascended the throne in the future, these people should inherit the family titles and swear allegiance to him.

But now is not the time to think about this. Arthas is more concerned about the situation of the plague. He asked anxiously:

"Do you have any food from Andorhal? Has anyone already eaten this food?"

Tailan and the others looked at each other. It seemed that the kingdom had already known how the plague spread...

"Prince Arthas, we did not consume the wheat and bread shipped from Andorhal. Pastor Matwyne discovered the plague in time, and we destroyed the food immediately!"

Tailan's words made Arthas feel relieved: "This is really good news."

All the way from Strainblad, all he encountered was bad news. Now, in Hearthglen, he finally got some good news, which undoubtedly gave some relief to the exhausted Arthas.

Taelan took Arthas and Jaina to Malden Castle in Hearthglen, and along the way began to introduce the current situation of Hearthglen to the prince.

Hundreds of thousands of refugees need food, and in the face of constant harassment from the Undead, they also need the support of Lordaeron's regular army. This is the case when a large number of refugees bring their own belongings, otherwise even more material support will be needed!

Arthas announced that Kel'Thuzad was the spreader of the plague. No matter what the final outcome was, Dalaran could not stay out of it.

However, as the two sides exchanged information, their expressions became even more serious!

All of West Wilder!

Only Hearthglen remains!