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Go to Hearthglen! They have to be warned - it's not too late.

Alsace ordered to himself, silently praying to the Holy Light, and constantly thinking about the good. He didn't care whether the soldiers behind him could still follow him, he only had his own goal in mind.

Hope it's not too late! He killed Kel'Thuzad, but it did not stop the spread of the plague, but instead allowed it to break out faster. Arthas could now understand why Nathanos had stopped him from killing Kel'Thuzad just now

, that was to get Kel'Thuzad to reveal the cure for the plague.

"No! That guy won't say it. He will keep talking until he dies." Arthas muttered through gritted teeth. He firmly believed that he was right. What Kel'Thuzad said - that the purification of this continent has begun - still remains.

It was still echoing in his mind. He couldn't fail, absolutely not! He didn't dare to think about the consequences of failing again.

The soldiers were exhausted and could not keep up with Alsace's speed. Even when Farric called for his prince, the other party ignored him completely. Alsace wanted to ensure that he could arrive in time. It is understandable how many lives were lost.

Hanging by a thread? So he might be traveling through the night.

Very helpless, Farric and others could only let the troops rest on the roadside for a while. Five minutes later, Nathanos also rushed over. He found a horse somewhere and sat on the horse to see with his height.

He saw the resting troops, but he did not see the horse on which Alsace was riding, so he knew in his heart that the impulsive prince was not here at all.

"Where's Alsace?"

"His Royal Highness is moving too fast, we can't keep up."

"Damn it!" he said, mentally calculating that the fastest way to get to Hearthglen from here would be at dawn the next day - which is the speed of riding a horse.

"Farric, don't go to Hearthglen. Search from here immediately along the road to Stratholme. Once you see Andorhal's grain crates, seize them immediately."

"What? But I have to..."

"Obey the order!" Nathanos dropped these words, ignored these people, and quickly left on horseback to catch up with Arthas, followed by his two hounds.

Farric shouted a few times, and found that Nathanos didn't listen to him at all. He couldn't help complaining, "What orders are you obeying? He is not my superior!"

Nathanos rode at full speed for two hours. He had to stop and let the horse, which was not used for combat, and his hounds stop by the river to rest. After the two hounds drank some water, Nathanos put the last of his body on his body.

I threw the remaining dried meat to them. Then I started to sort out the few threads of thought in my mind.

First of all, Alsace made the right choice. The closest place to leave from Andorhal is Hearthglen. But once you go to Hearthglen, it means distance from Stratholme. It is impossible for Alsace to catch up.

This is also the reason why he asked Farric and the others to go to Stratholme first. Secondly, Nathanos was very worried about Arthas. Judging from the footprints on the road, Arthas did not stop, but kept on going.

There is no rest.

Nathanos was lost in thought, but his hand itched. When he opened his eyes, he saw a hound licking the palm of his hand with its tongue.

"Are you okay?" Nathanos smiled and touched its head. His pet waggled its tail to tell its owner that it was time to continue.

He quickly jumped on his horse and set off again. Now he planned to reach Hearthglen in one go.

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In the dim light, no one could clearly see the struggle on Alsace's face. He was worried about everyone, including the soldiers behind him. He had long realized that they could not keep up, but time waited for no one. Even

He didn't eat anything himself and took a short rest.

Anxiety and impatience were like burning fire. Swayed by intense emotions, he seemed alienated, as if he were thousands of miles away.

'They died one by one and were turned into undead. I must stop this, I must!' Alsace's lips were chapped and he shook the reins again. The horse under his crotch made a dissatisfied cry, telling him that this was over.

It's the fastest speed.

The sky was turning from black to gray when the gunfire came. Arthas' heart sank. He spurred his horse and whipped his whip, and quickly headed north along the rugged hilly path. When he arrived at the gate of Hearthglen, the first thing he saw was

But it was a group of humans and dwarves armed with muskets, aiming their guns at him. The strange sweet smell of toast floated in the breeze, mixed with the smell of gunpowder.

The Prince of Lordaeron rushed forward. "Put down your weapons!" he shouted, pulling the reins fiercely. The war horse stood up with a roar, and then fell directly to the ground. Arthas didn't care about this at all.

got up, "I am Prince Alsace! What happened here? Why are you all holding weapons?"

The men lowered their guns, obviously surprised that their prince was standing in front of them.

"Your Highness, you won't believe what happened here."

"Answer me!" Alsace shouted.

"There's something wrong with the food, the dead are rising up and attacking us, and..."

"What else?" Arthas was not surprised when he heard these sudden feelings. What made him widen his eyes and couldn't believe it was the news that came next - a large-scale army.

Arthas had many questions in his heart. How could there be an army? Where did the army come from? At the same time, he also figured out the answer himself - what kind of cursed sect and what kind of Dread Lord was behind it!

"Arthas!" Behind the scenes, as always, whenever Arthas faces difficulties, Nathanos will appear and give him good guidance.

"Arthas!" Another call came, and he felt Nathanos getting closer and closer.

With a horse's neighing, Nathanos jumped off the horse. The first thing he saw was Alsace's exhausted horse lying on the ground. Its abdomen was heaving heavily due to its heavy breathing. It wouldn't live long.

, even giving it food was useless. Nathanos' heart sank and he walked to the prince.

"How did it go?" he asked, but Alsace's pale face told him that the outcome was bad.

"Army," a scout shouted as he ran in, "the army of the dead... is coming this way!"

"Damn it!" Arthas cursed. Hearthglen's loose defenses couldn't withstand an entire undead army, but he had to hold them off.

"Everyone, prepare..."

"Shut up!"

Nathanos' angry and trembling voice made Arthas turn his head to look at him in surprise.

"Are you crazy? Didn't you hear him say it was an entire army? Get out of here, now!"

"I'm not going anywhere, my people are here and I have to protect them!"

"Then who will protect you?" Nathanos grabbed his arm and shook him desperately, trying to wake him up. Arthas was crushed by this question! Who will protect him?

"You are the prince of Lordaeron and the hope of the future of the kingdom. How can you stay here? You can't die! Do you understand? Go find Uther and move reinforcements so that you can save your people. Do you know

?" Nathanos's yelling at the top of his lungs finally paid off - Arthas stopped speaking. He just stood there, looking at Nathanos sadly and uncomfortably.

"I beg you, Your Highness the Prince. Leave quickly. I will defend this place. Bring reinforcements back and prove to the people here that you have not abandoned them." Nathanos said, and at this moment his heart was stronger than Al's.

Thass struggled even more. He had made a decision in just a split second, and this time he had to race against time. If Arthas failed to bring back reinforcements in time, the entire Hearthglen would...

Nathanos let go of him and walked up to a cavalryman. Without saying anything, the other man dismounted and handed him the reins. A new batch of horses was brought to Alsace.

"They're coming, they're coming!"

The guards on the guard tower shouted to the people below, causing a commotion in an instant. Nathanos looked desperately at Arthas with dull eyes, no longer paying attention to his orders, grabbed his arm and forced him to go up. At the last moment

, their eyes met again.

"Come back and save us, please. Then let's go to Stratholme together. I believe that everything can be undone. Believe in it all!"

After speaking, Nathanos whipped the horse hard with his whip. At that moment, he saw tears in the corners of Arthas' eyes.

"You carry everyone's hope, prince!" he shouted, whether Arthas could hear it or not. Looking at the distant voice, Nathanos felt much more relaxed, and at the same time, the ground began to tremble, and the mountain peaks began to

Shaking and rumbling footsteps are coming!

Hearthglen is in chaos right now.

Nathanos turned to face all the soldiers on standby, and he saw trust - from the faces of those soldiers. They all firmly believed that their decision to send Arthas away was correct.

The black army of undead blocked the only exit from Hearthglen and was rushing towards this direction. Nathanos held Lorngoru tightly in his hand, and his hound stayed beside him. He placed his right hand on his heart, with his heart

Praying: 'Alleria, give me your power.'

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the skeleton soldiers in the front row of the undead army. This time they were still holding weapons and wearing armor. Nathanos shouted what Arthas had not finished just now:
Chapter completed!