Chapter 415 Black Smoke (Part 2)

Jaina’s roar had no effect. Kel’Thuzad still stood there motionless. When Jaina got tired of shouting, Kel’Thuzad said calmly: "You should be Jaina Proudmoore, Anthony's most valued apprentice. It seems that you have grown up. I think what you said is just the opposite. It’s not that I haven’t made any progress over the years. I have made a lot of progress. Look at all this. This is my achievement."

"I saw those rats in your laboratory at the beginning. I thought that was bad enough. I didn’t expect you to be like this now..."

"No, no, no," Kel'Thuzad interrupted her immediately, "It was indeed bad at the beginning, but it is not now. After a few more years of in-depth research, they are now close to perfection."

Jaina was so angry that she couldn't speak. Arthas looked at her and then shouted to Kel'Thuzad: "Necromancer, are you the creator of this plague? Are these guys around you your accomplices? Answer me!"

Kel'Thuzad laughed: "My naive prince, who do you think will answer your questions?"

Arthas raised his hammer When Arthas wanted to attack, Jaina grabbed his shoulders and shook his head: "Don't be impulsive, he used to be a mage in the Kirin Tor Council, very powerful."

Kel'Thuzad's laughter was very unpleasant: "Little prince, you have to learn to control your emotions. Haha, in fact, the great Kel'Thuzad can be kind enough to tell you what you want to know. Your plagues are all food contaminated by my Cult of the Damned, and these are all the masterpieces of my great master Mal'Ganis. Our natural disasters will cleanse your land, and this place will become our paradise."

"Natural disasters? What is your purpose? What do you want to do?"

"Haha, want to know? Then go to Stratholme to find the answer!"

"Damn it! For the Holy Light!" Arthas really couldn't help it, he shouted, and rushed forward with a hammer.

Kel'Thuzad stood still. The moment he was hit, the air around him twisted and rippled, and he and the two men in black disappeared. The two undead creatures that had been silent beside him now grabbed Arthas with their claws and tried to push him down. Their stench mixed with smoke made Arthas feel suffocated, and he turned around and hit one of the undead on the head with a clean and sharp blow. It fell down, and its skull shattered like glass, and its brains splattered on the ground. The other one was also easily killed.

On the outskirts of Andorhal, Kel'Thuzad and the men in black were starting to move to the next location. What just happened was just the shadow of Kel'Thuzad and his men, and the reason why he said so much nonsense to Arthas was because he wanted to take Arthas to Stratholme and transfer the hatred to Mal'Ganis. After all, Northrend was not of one mind.

Arthas, who had missed the chance, immediately turned around and shouted, "Granary! Quick, everyone follow me!"

Everyone quickly mounted their horses and passed through the burning houses along the avenue. After turning the corner, it appeared in front of them. The fire that was devouring the rest of Andorhal did not seem to have spread here.

Arthas pulled the reins hard, then jumped off the horse and rushed to the building at full speed. He pushed open the door, almost desperately wanting to see the piled-up wooden shelves. Then he saw with grief that the warehouses were empty, with only scattered grains and dead mice on the floor. He stared at them sadly for a while, then rushed to the next warehouse, and the next one... Although he knew what he would see, he opened the doors one by one. They were all empty. All of them, and the dust on the floor and the cobwebs in the corners suggested that the food had been transported away for some time.

"The goods have been delivered." When Jaina came behind him, Arthas said intermittently, his voice sounded extremely disappointed. "We are too late."

Arthas punched the wooden door, and Jaina jumped up in fright: "Damn it! Why! Why is this happening!"

Arthas' tears suddenly flowed down, and Jaina walked over to comfort him: "Arthas, we have done our best..."

Arthas suddenly turned around angrily: "I want to find him. I want to find this bastard who loves to play with the undead and tear him into pieces! Let him find someone to sew himself back together!"

Arthas rushed out trembling. He failed. He sent people, but still failed. The food has been transported away, and only the Holy Light knows how many people will die because of it. Arthas believes that these people died because of him. If they had come faster... the food might not have been transported away... No, he would not let this happen. He wants to protect his people. He swears to protect them. Arthas clenched his fists. "

Go north." He shouted loudly to the soldiers following behind him, but the soldiers were suddenly not used to seeing the usually kind prince fall into such a rage. "That's where he's going next. We must eradicate him like a pest. Guys, for the Holy Light! For glory!"

He rushed north like crazy, almost not caring about chopping down the staggering zombies that tried to stop him. He was no longer moved by fear, and his eyes were only on the man behind the scenes and the evil sect that concocted this evil. The dead will soon rest in peace, and Arthas must make sure that nothing like this will happen again.

However, the road is not smooth, and just because you don't go to the Great Undead doesn't mean that the Undead won't come to you. At this moment, a large group of undead appeared. Their rotten heads turned in unison to Arthas' side, and then rushed towards them.

"For the Holy Light!"

Arthas shouted and kicked his warhorse to rush into the enemy group. He shouted in a mess, swinging his war hammer to vent his anger and frustration on these most appropriate targets. Then, in a brief pause, he had a chance to look around.

In a safe place far away from the battlefield, a shadow in a hunting black cloak stood tall, watching everything calmly as if he was watching a fire from the other side of the river, as if he was waiting for them.

"How long is it from here to Stratholme?"

"About three or four hours."

"Then why is he here..." Arthas squinted his eyes and pondered.

Arthas has always been in a safe place far away from the battlefield. A shadow in a hunting black cloak stood tall, watching everything calmly as if he was watching a fire from the other side of the river, as if he was waiting for them.

"Kel'Thuzad! I won't let you get away this time!"

Kel'Thuzad was too far away to hear him, but when he heard Arthas trying so hard and swinging his weapon, Kel'Thuzad knew that Arthas wanted to attack, and that was exactly what Kel'Thuzad wanted... This