Chapter 422: Stratholme, the Land of Fate (Part 2)

"What about those infected people?"

Arthas' question silenced everyone. Everyone knew that once those infected people turned into undead, they would kill those uninfected people, and the uninfected people would want to kill all living people without distinction. Moreover, the killed creatures would stand up again, and these people would join the teams of those before, and the number of them would increase and increase, and finally become a formidable army.

Arthas sighed: "Jaina, Uther, you all know what will happen here if you don't take care of it. So, would you rather die immediately or die from the plague? And then as a living person with thoughts, attack everything you loved before?"

Jaina frowned: "If I had to choose, I would choose suicide. But this does not mean that we have the right to make decisions for them, don't you understand?"

Arthas shook his head very bluntly: "No, I don't understand, I only know that I need to cleanse this city, not allowing any of them to have the opportunity to escape and spread the plague, and not allowing any of them to have the opportunity to transform. This is a kind of mercy, and it is also the only way to stop this plague. At this time, here, cut the weeds and eradicate them. And this is what I have to do."

"You're crazy..." Jaina pulled Arthas' sleeve and said, "Arthas, give me some time, just one or two days. I can teleport back to Antonidas and hold an emergency meeting. Maybe we can find a solution..."

Arthas broke free from Jaina and shouted loudly: "We don't have that much time! The plague will turn people into terrible monsters within a day. Have you forgotten? What happened in the Hearth Gulch Outpost? They just used the flour to make food in the morning, but they turned into monsters before noon! You haven't been able to come up with a plan for so long, how can you come up with one in such a short time? Impossible! I don't have time to sit down and discuss these things with you. We must take action, and we must act now! We can't wait until they completely become monsters before taking action, that would be too difficult!"

"And you..." Alsace turned to Uther, "As your future king, I order you to cleanse this city!"

Uther's eyes were fierce: "You are not the king yet, child! Even if you are, I will not carry out such an order!"

"Then I will regard this as an act of betrayal!"

"Betrayal?" Uther looked at Alsace in shock, "Are you really crazy, Alsace!"

Alsace shook his head and pointed at Uther and said, "I am in a very difficult situation now, Lord Uther, will you really not follow my orders?"

"Humph! The weapons of the Paladins never hit their own people!"

"Then, I will deprive you of your command rights as the crown prince! And remove your title!"

"Alsas! Calm down, you can't just do this..."

Jaina's eyes were bigger than Uther's, but it was useless to stare. Alsas's eyes seemed to be murderous: "I have made up my mind!"

Alsas left the two stunned people behind, and then stood on the high slope and shouted to the soldiers below: "Those who are willing to save this land, follow me, and the rest, disappear from here immediately!"

Jaina was dizzy and couldn't control her backward movement. Alsas really wanted to do this. He wanted to kill everyone in Stratholme, including men, women, and children. Jaina covered her forehead. She knew that Alsas's purpose in doing this was right, but she couldn't accept this behavior. After taking a few deep breaths, Jaina looked at Uther. She wanted to know if Uther would use force against his disciples. However, Uther had sworn to be loyal to his prince, even though he had been stripped of his military power. Jaina saw the veins bulging on Uther's neck and could almost hear the sound of him gritting his teeth. Loyalty did not block his tongue.

"You are crossing a dangerous dividing line! Arthas."

Arthas showed a sarcastic smile, looked at Jaina and stretched out his hand: "Jaina..."

These three short words contained all of Arthas's emotions. Jaina looked at Arthas, she really couldn't accept Arthas's request.

"I'm sorry, Arthas, I can't watch you do this."

Arthas's eyes gradually became colder. Jaina looked at Uther. Uther got on his horse without saying anything. Jaina sighed, got on her horse and chased after Uther.

Arthas's hands were shaking. They all rejected me! They all rejected me!

"Your Highness, by your grace..." Captain Falric came over and said, "I... I would rather be chopped into a thousand pieces than be transformed into one of the undead."

The soldiers whispered in agreement. Arthas cheered up again. There were still so many people who agreed with him. If Jaina Uther didn't agree, then so be it! He still had these comrades! Arthas clenched the hammer in his hand and shouted loudly: "Execute them. We are not happy to do so. This is all forced by the harsh reality. We must eradicate the plague here at the cost of minimal casualties. In several battles, we have experienced the horror of undead creatures. There are so many of them and it is difficult to eliminate them. Many of our comrades were killed by them and turned into those monsters. We can't let these tragedies happen again. Those people within the high walls of Stratholme are destined to die. We know this very well, so even if they are not dead, they must be killed quickly and cleanly. We can't wait for the plague to do the same to us."

Arthas Arthas looked at each person in turn. These soldiers did not run away. Everyone stood up straight and was determined to fulfill their responsibilities. Arthas cleared his throat and continued loudly: "We are about to enter Stratholme. We must kill them and destroy their homes to prevent those who we cannot save in time from hiding in them."

Arthas's men nodded in understanding. Arthas also nodded. He gripped his weapon tightly, his face a little tangled: "This battle is neither great nor glorious. It is ugly and painful. It has to be done, and I sincerely regret it. But I also fully understand that we must do this."

"For the Holy Light!" Arthas shouted and raised the hammer. The soldiers raised their weapons and echoed. Arthas turned to the city gate, took a deep breath, and rushed in first.

Falrick wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his weapon, shouted "For the Holy Light", and then led his brothers to kill in.