The veins on Uther's neck protruded, and those present could almost hear the sound of his teeth clenching. There is no doubt that Nathanos asked Arthas to come to him not to see the prince's upcoming massacre, but to see the prince's upcoming massacre.

for……

"Alsace!"

"So be it!"

Uther's anger was suppressed by these cold words, and his eyes were already bloodshot. Arthas turned to look at the soldiers again. While the two were arguing, they had been cautiously silent beside him.

"Those who want to save this land, come with me! Others... get out of my sight!"

The leader of the Silver Hand could not remain silent. "You have crossed a dangerous line, Arthas."

The cold disguise on his face collapsed, and his pain could not be concealed. Uther was looking at him with sympathy and disappointment. He got on the horse, shaking violently.

Leaving with Uther were all the Knights of the Silver Hand he had brought with him, and they were disappointed with the prince.

A thought suddenly emerged in Alsace's mind, simple, clear and painful: Is he right?

No! Impossible! If Uther is right, then he will become an executioner, but he is not, just for the benefit of other people.

He shook off the trembling confusion, licked his suddenly chapped lips, and took a deep breath. Many people left. Too many, to be honest! Can he really take over the entire city with the people left behind?

"Sir, please allow me to express my opinion." Farric said: "I... uh... I would rather be beheaded than become an undead."

Then there were murmurs of approval, and Arthas's heart cheered up a little. He clenched his warhammer. "There is nothing pleasant about what we are going to do here, only coldness and necessity." He said, "It is entirely to do it in the smallest possible way.

The casualties will end the plague. The people in the city wall are already dead. Although they don't know it yet, we understand. We must end their suffering cleanly before the plague kills them." He glanced at each one one by one.

People, these people did not shun their duty. "They must die and their houses must be burned so that no one can hide inside." The soldiers grabbed their weapons and nodded in understanding. "This is not a great and glorious battle,

It will be filled with ugliness and pain. I grieve with all my heart that it is necessary, but I also believe with all my heart that this is what we must do."

He raised his hammer. "For the Light!" he roared, and in response, his soldiers raised their weapons and roared. He turned to the city gate, took a deep breath, and rushed in.

Dark clouds covered the sun, and the originally smoky gray battlefield became even darker. It started to rain, and it was bitingly cold. Nathanos's hands were shaking, and the cold and fatigue tortured him. His lifeless face made him look no different from a dead body.

, but there was no shortage of dead bodies around him.

He was desperate, not from the enemy, but from Alsace. He had held on for a day and a night. Even if Alsace was slower, he should have found Uther, and reinforcements should have arrived long ago. He had already begun to doubt

, but he couldn't believe it. His heart told him thousands of times that Arthas would not abandon this place, but every time he had such thoughts, he felt so real. Nathanos could not tell his worries to other soldiers

, Fear is the most terrifying enemy. At least now, no one has asked him when the Knights of the Silver Hand will come.

The undead were finally driven back, but only temporarily. A few soldiers were clearing the battlefield around him. Nathanos really wanted to rest, he told himself, just for a little while, just a little while!

"The undead are coming!"

A shout made him suddenly open his eyes, and once again faced the black army of the undead!
Chapter completed!