Chapter 425 The Future of the Prophet (Part 1)

Alsace, who was "abandoned" by Richard, has now overcome his fear. As the name suggests, the Demon King of Fear itself carries an aura of fear. Those fears almost overwhelmed Alsace, and then made this already very fragile paladin vulnerable, and then died in the hands of this monster, and he couldn't even put up any resistance during this period.

Maybe it was Alsace's fragile will that worked, or maybe it was Mal'Ganis was kind enough. In short, Alsace finally got rid of the instinctive fear in his heart and replaced it with an emotion called hatred, or what he called righteous anger. Whenever Arthas thought of the living and dead who fell under his hammer, there were greedy ghouls, as well as terrified women and children, who did not understand that he was here to save their souls. The faces of the sacrificed supported him, and these warriors could not and would not die in vain. Arthas gripped his hammer tightly, and somehow he now had the courage to look the devil face to face.

"Let's make this decision now, Mal'Ganis," he shouted, his voice strong and powerful.

The Lord of Terror looked up and laughed: "Very brave, but unfortunately, I will not fight you here. Your journey has just begun, young prince."

He waved his arm and pointed at the soldiers under Arthas, his sharp claws flashing in the flames that engulfed the entire magnificent city: "Gather your troops and come to me in the extremely cold land of Northrend. Only there will you know your true destiny."

"My true destiny?" Anger and doubt made Arthas's voice hoarse.

"What kind of conspiracy do you want to play!" His words were suddenly cut off, and the air around Mal'Ganis began to flash and swirl, and he had seen this scene before. This is Jaina's teleportation spell!

"No! Don't try to escape!" Arthas screamed and rushed up. It was a blind, impulsive act. If the teleportation spell had not been completed, he would have been cut in two in an instant. Arthas brandished the gleaming hammer and shouted incoherently at the empty sky.

"I will catch you even to the ends of the earth! Do you hear me? To the ends of the earth!"

He roared in agony and madness, swinging the hammer wildly at the air until he was completely exhausted. He sweated profusely, leaning on the hammer, shaking and sobbing in frustration and rage.

After a massacre, the mastermind escaped. So many people died, but nothing was gained. The strong sense of frustration made him very sad. Fortunately, he still knew that the damn mastermind was in Northrend. After a moment of trance, Arthas reorganized the army and decided to attack Northrend. If Richard was here, he would be very relieved. Their goals were all achieved. Unfortunately, Richard went to deal with more important things.

A day later, Jaina walked on the streets of Stratholme. It used to be a proud city, the pearl of northern Lordaeron. Now, it is a scene like hell.

The stench is overwhelming. She covered her face with a handkerchief sprinkled with morning dew to slightly filter out the unbearable smell. The flames had been burning since yesterday and were still blazing with no sign of being extinguished. In the flames, Jaina could clearly feel the acrid black smoke of the dark magic stinging her eyes, and the stench of rotting corpses irritating her throat.

These poor people still remained in a fallen posture, most of them unarmed. Jaina felt a little dazed and moved carefully among the swollen corpses. Tears welled up in her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. She sobbed softly in pain. Arthas and his men did not even spare the children, even though they thought it was a mercy.

If Arthas had not killed them, would these stiff corpses become undead and attack her? Maybe. Of course, many would. The food was indeed distributed and eaten. But was it really distributed to everyone? She didn't know, he didn't know, and no one knew.

"Jaina? Jaina. Proudmoore!"

Jaina started, the familiar voice awakening her from her uncomfortable trance. Uther. She turned in the direction of the greeting and felt strangely relieved. Uther had always made her a little afraid of him, he was so strong and so steadfast in the Light.

Jaina suddenly remembered that when she and Arthas were children, they always joked about Uther's piety, thinking of him as a cocky fool knight. After all, Uther was an easy target. But now, this easy target has become a solid backing that supports her to continue in this city.

"I am relieved to see your mental state, but now there is a question, girl, where did Arthas take the fleet?"

"Fleet?" Jaina's eyes widened. What did Arthas do with the fleet?

Uther nodded with certainty: "Arthas took away the entire navy of Lordaeron and only left a message to the king saying that he was going to hunt down the real culprit of the plague. It is incredible. Without the orders of the king and the naval commander, why would these ships obey him?"

"Because he is their prince. Before yesterday, he has always been a good prince who is dedicated to the people..."

A flash of pain flashed across Uther's face: "Yes, he is always good to the people around him, and those people also know that he is upright, so they are all loyal to him. Never mind that, do you know where he went?"

Jaina shook her head: "Lord Uther, please wait a moment, I will go to Kul Tiras to ask."

Jaina immediately used the teleportation spell to return home, but the naval power of Kul Tiras is no longer as strong as before, and the frequency of going to sea has decreased a lot in recent years.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." Jaina came back more than half an hour later. As soon as she came back, she apologized to Uther very embarrassedly. "I went to Kezan and got the news that a merchant ship of Kezan encountered Arthas's fleet. They were heading north, and the north is Northrend. According to Kezan's news, Northrend is now full of undead and extremely dangerous!"

"What? Arthas went to their base camp?"

Uther jumped up suddenly. "No, I must report to Terenas immediately."

"Okay, I'll open the portal for you!"

After Uther left, a crow circled and slowly landed beside Jaina. She wanted to rush forward and blast it away to protect the poor corpses covered with scales. But crows are carrion eaters, and they do this only out of instinct. They don't have the conscience to judge whether they hurt human feelings. She looked at the crow for a while, then her eyes widened. The "prophet" is here again.