Chapter 419 Kel'Thuzad's Voluntary Death (End)

"After reading this, I have an even bigger headache."

Vashj sighed as she stood on Onyxia's back. Richard nodded and said, "The elven soldiers of Quel'Thalas can only play a very small role in this battle. Send more troops. Transfer Primatis's Third Legion and the artillery legion over there as well."

"Yes! Master."

In the battle just now, Richard and his men observed that the only tactics that could effectively kill the undead were holy light and spells. Cold weapons, especially swords, arrows, and spears, performed disastrously in this battle. Most of the undead creatures had very little flesh on their bodies, and it was difficult for these cold weapons to hit them, especially bows and arrows. Most of the elves' cold weapons were bows and arrows, which would be very difficult.

"Master, look down there, they're quarreling."

"Oh? Let me see?"

The scene below was very clear. Uther walked to Arthas' side and gently patted Arthas' shoulder, praising him for being able to hold on for so long.

Arthas suddenly shouted: "I have tried my best, Uther!"

Arthas overreacted a little. After all, Uther was not blaming him, but praising his persistence.

Arthas burst into tears: "If I had a group of knights, I could..."

Uther narrowed his eyes: "Now is not the time to be sentimental or intoxicated with pride! From what Jaina said, what we see here is just the beginning. And have you noticed that every time our soldiers fall in battle, they will expand the army of the undead?"

"So we must go straight to their leader!" Arthas stared at Uther and said sternly, "Kel'Thuzad told me who he is and where he is. That is a thing called the Lord of Fear, his name is Mal'Ganis. And he is now in Stratholme. Stratholme, Uther. That's where you became a Paladin of Light. Isn't that important to you?"

Uther sighed helplessly, "Of course it is important, but..."

Before Uther could finish, Arthas roared loudly, "I'm going there to kill Mal'Ganis with my own hands, I must!"

"Calm down, kid. You are brave, but you can't defeat someone who can control death alone."

"Then come with me, Uther. I will go with or without you."

Arthas waited for Uther for a moment, but Uther did not move. So Arthas ignored Uther and Jaina, jumped on the saddle, and rode towards Stratholme.

Jaina stood up in shock. He abandoned Uther, abandoned his soldiers... and Uther walked quietly to her side. Jaina shook her long golden head and said to him: "He may feel that he should be responsible for all the deaths. He thinks he should have the power to stop all this. But even the wizards of Dalaran are not responsible for this. They warned Kel'Thuzad at the beginning, but no one could have guessed what was happening. Arthas didn't know even more.

"He is feeling the weight of the crown, and this is the first time." Uther said softly, "He has never experienced it before. This is the thing, Jaina, he has to learn how to rule the country wisely and correctly. When Terenas was young, I also saw him struggle with similar things. They are all good people. They all hold their people in their hearts, and their highest and most satisfying goal is to keep them safe and happy."

He watched Alsace disappear into the distance, his eyes contemplative. "But sometimes you can only choose the lesser of two evils. Sometimes you can't have it all. Alsace is learning to understand this."

"But we can't let her go alone!"

Uther smiled, "Who said to let him go alone? The soldiers will have rested in a while. Although it is more important to coordinate here, we can't leave him in a place full of undead. But now it's best to let him clear his head. We should give him some time to think. If you must go, it's best to cast invisibility."

"Okay, Lord Uther. "

After saying this, Jaina cast invisibility on Uther and some of the paladins, and then quietly followed.

Richard in the sky smacked his lips a few times, not seeing anything good, and said to Vashj with some disappointment: "Let's go too, to Stratholme and see the masterpiece of our little prince."

"Okay, master, I believe Prince Arthas will give us the result we want."

"Of course they will. Whether it's Mal'Ganis or Kel'Thuzad who possesses him, they will try their best to seduce him. Arthas is now a very important chess piece for them..."

Onyxia heard Richard stop talking, so she flapped her wings and began to fly forward freely. Right below her was Arthas riding a horse.

Arthas kicked the horse hard. Arthas was not as comfortable as Onyxia. He was very angry now because the horse did not run fast enough, because it was not invincible, and his beloved invincibility had long been lost. The threat of the undead made Arthas feel more and more that it was an almost irresistible force. His father was once forced to face the beasts. The threat of human beings. Those savage, violent, and conquest-obsessed creatures came from another world and flooded into their world like a flood. But Arthas now felt that it was a child's play. How will his father and the alliance deal with this plague? It not only kills people, but also pervertedly manipulates corpses to attack their friends and relatives in their lifetime. Only a madman would find this interesting. Can Terenas do better? Arthas thought that Terenas could solve the mystery in time and save innocent lives. Then he thought that no one could do this. Faced with such a big trouble, Arthas believed that Terenas would be as helpless as himself.

Arthas was thinking so much that he almost bumped into someone.

"Idiot! What are you doing? I almost ran into you!"

The man in the middle of the road looked different from anyone Alsace had ever met before, and yet there was something familiar about him, as if he had seen him somewhere. He was tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a hood that looked like it was made entirely of shiny black feathers. The shadow of the hood obscured his face, but his eyes gleamed in the darkness as he stared at Alsace. His graying mustache parted on both sides, revealing a pale smile.

The stranger's tone was very gentle: "I won't hurt you, Your Highness, and you can't hurt me either. Young man, I talked to your father, but he didn't listen to me. Now I've come to you. We must talk."

"Medivh? "In the sky, Richard frowned. What is this guy doing here? Stop Alsace? He must not be allowed to succeed.