Chapter 412 Plague (Part 2)

The next morning, Arthas led the soldiers and Jaina to continue walking north.

"There is a village nearby? How strange, why is it not marked on the map? And these farms, why are they not marked on the map? What are those guys who made the map doing?" Arthas flipped through the map and compared it carefully. Falrick, the captain of the soldiers who was traveling with Arthas, said while touching his graying hair.

"Your Highness, I grew up here. These farms are owned by self-employed farmers. They are responsible for their own profits and losses. They make profits by selling the farm produce and livestock to the town."

"Scum?"

Jaina frowned slightly when she heard what Alsas said, and without responding to him, she said, "If what you said, Captain Falck, is true, then it is very likely that if someone here is sick, they will not ask for help from outside. The people here are very likely to have been infected."

Alsas nodded twice: "Jaina is right, let's go and ask."

At Alsas's command, everyone got off their horses, and they led their horses forward slowly. If a plague really broke out, this could prevent the villagers from misunderstanding that this was an army that was encircling them and making irrational moves.

However, when they approached a residential area, they found something unusual.

Arthas pointed at the door and said, "Look there! The door is broken! The animals in the barn are gone!"

"This is not a good sign..." Jaina muttered as she looked around.

Falric ran a few steps quickly, then shouted back loudly: "No one greeted us! No one came out with weapons to resist!"

Arthas and Jaina exchanged glances, then Arthas motioned the team to stop, he walked to the front alone and shouted loudly: "I am Prince Arthas of Lordaeron! My soldiers and I will not hurt you, please trust us, please come out and talk to us, we have some questions about your safety that we want to ask you!"

The only answer he got was the sound of the wind blowing, Jaina shuddered, it was too dead here, the soldiers behind her felt the same, their armor clanged because they kept changing their postures.

"Is there no one here?" Arthas muttered unconfidently.

"Maybe they are sick, Arthas, we should go in and take a look, they should need help."

Arthas nodded after hearing what Jaina said, and then looked at his subordinates, who were reluctant to risk entering a room where there might be a plague. In fact, Arthas himself was reluctant, but as Jaina said, these people needed help, after all, this place belonged to Lordaeron, they were all his people, whether he was a prince or a paladin, he should go in and take a look. Arthas recalled his oath, no matter what happened, no matter what the price.

"You stay." Arthas said hurriedly when he saw Jaina following him.

Jaina frowned: "Alsas, I told you that although I am good at using water magic, I am not made of water. I have my mission. If there are really victims here, I must observe them closely!"

Alsas choked and nodded helplessly: "Okay, then you follow behind me and be careful."

Alsas led his team to a manor. When they got closer to the manor, they smelled an unbearable stench. Jaina immediately covered her mouth and nose. Alsas was also trying to hold back the urge to vomit. One of his men turned around and vomited. This bad smell is more disgusting than a slaughterhouse full of corpses in summer. This smell has already explained the tragic experience that the owner of the house may have suffered.

Jaina took two steps forward, her face pale but full of strength: "I must go in and check."

Before Arthas could slow down, Jaina pushed open the door. Suddenly, terrible screams and the stench of death rushed out of the farmhouse, and then something rushed towards them at an alarming speed. Arthas's war hammer suddenly emitted a dazzling light. Arthas narrowed his eyes and rushed in front of Jaina. He raised the war hammer quickly and looked into the eye sockets of a nightmare monster that was coming towards him.

It was wearing a rough shirt and work pants, and its weapon was a pitchfork. It used to be a farmer, but that was when it was alive. It was obviously dead now, its gray-green flesh falling away from its bones, its rotting fingers leaving filthy marks on the handle of its pitchfork. Thick black fluid oozed from its pustules, and it gurgled and roared in its throat, spitting pus into Arthas's face. He was so shocked by the sight that he almost forgot to swing his hammer. As the thing thrust forward, Arthas had just enough time to raise his blessed weapon and knock the farm tool out of the zombie's hand. Then the glowing hammer slammed into the thing's torso, causing it to fall to the ground and remain motionless.

However, there were more than one of these evil guys. The monsters immediately filled the position. Before Arthas could raise his hammer, he heard a "puff" sound, and then the monster in front of him caught fire. Soon, the whole house was filled with smoke. The battle here attracted the attention of other monsters. All around Arthas, there were sounds of various weapons colliding, soldiers screaming and war cries. Looking at the smoke rising from the house, Arthas had an idea. Yes, let's do it.

"Everyone retreat! Quick! Retreat!" Arthas looked at Jaina and shouted, "Jaina, burn all of these! Burn them all!"

The soldiers were well-trained, but they had never been trained to deal with such a scene. They were afraid and nervous. Nevertheless, following Arthas's orders, the men turned and ran away from the house. Arthas looked closely at Jaina, her lips tightly pursed, her eyes fixed on the house, the flames crackling in her small hands, seemingly as harmless as flowers. A giant fireball as big as Jaina suddenly flew towards the farmhouse. The flames rose, and Arthas raised his hands to block the heat waves that hit his face. Several zombies were trapped in the fire. Arthas stared at the fire, unable to take his eyes off it for a moment. Then, he forced himself to divert his attention and began to order the archers to slaughter the zombies that were not caught in the sea of ​​fire. After a while, all these things were dead. This time they were really dead. The whole body was cooked.

There was a long silence, and only the crackling sound of the flames engulfing the farmhouse could be heard. After a long sigh, the burning building collapsed, and Alsace was happy to see that the bodies had been burned to ashes.

"What on earth is this? What on earth are these!" Alsace roared to the sky. What on earth happened here? ? Too cruel.