Arthas was losing it!
"Holy Light! No!"
"The plague-ridden poison has already been processed into flour and sent to the ovens, everything…"
"It's too late!"
At that moment, Arthas's heart felt like it had been struck hard. His face was devoid of color, and he tried to calm himself!
He had to do something!
"This entire city…"
Arthas clenched his back teeth!
"must be purged!"
"Have you lost your damn mind Arthas?!"
A roar interrupted Arthas's thoughts. He turned around and saw that Uther had arrived with an army.
Because of Arthas's slight delays on the road, the Knights of the Silver Hand led by Uther were able to catch up with him in front of the gates of Stratholme.
It was just that Arthas was too immersed in his emotions just now and had lost control of his surroundings for a while.
"I'm glad you could make it in time, Uther." Arthas, who was under great pressure, was somewhat out of control, and he said this in a cold tone.
Uther was a rigid and traditional man, and also a strong one. He was very unhappy with Arthas's cold attitude.
"Watch your tone with me boy. You are indeed the Prince of Lordaeron, but I am also your superior as a Paladin!"
Arthas tried to calm his emotions. He needed to let Uther know the seriousness of the situation: "Listen, Uther, the plague has spread. We're too late. The citizens of Stratholme are all infected!"
"They may look no different from ordinary people now, but before long, they will be transformed into undead by the plague in their bodies!"
Uther was shocked after hearing this: "This is impossible. No one can commit such a crime on the land of Lordaeron!"
Uther was unwilling to believe it, but the undead along the way forced him to believe it. He originally thought that the plague was only spreading in small villages in the wild. After all, towns with more than 10,000 people along the way were still safe. Who would have thought that the enemy would directly attack a big city of 200,000 people!
"Arthas is right, Sir Uther." Jaina, who came with Uther, said, "If the citizens of Stratholme have eaten the grain transported from Andorhal, then they have been contaminated and they will eventually become undead!"
"Therefore, this entire city must be purged!" Arthas's voice was cold and cruel, shocking Uther and Jaina.
"This is crazy! Arthas, how could you have such an idea? Those are living people, living people in a city, they are the people of Lordaeron!"
Uther wanted to grab Arthas's cloak at the collar and pull him over to question him, but when he thought that he was the Prince of Lordaeron, he restrained himself for a moment.
"Arthas, Sir Uther is right. They are the people of Lordaeron. Your responsibility is to protect them, not to slaughter them."
In this timeline, Jaina did not become a couple with Arthas, so her tone and manner of speaking were more direct. Her words stimulated Arthas's nerves even more, and he looked at Jaina coldly.
Jaina ignored his gaze. She had to finish her point, "Listen to me, we don't know how many people have been infected. There should still be some people who haven't eaten the plague-ridden grain. We don't even know how much grain it takes to kill a person. These people may still be saved!"
"Gandalf once said that anything driven by magic can also be destroyed or stopped by magic!"
"We still know too little about this plague, and we must not slaughter the people of the entire city like livestock just because of fear!"
"Arthas, we must think logically and not just react with emotions! They may still have a chance to be cured!"
It was just that Jaina seemed to have said so much in vain. Arthas looked rejected, "No, Jaina, I swear to protect the innocent. Stratholme is done for, but there are other people in Lordaeron."
"I must purge them, and it is also a mercy to deal with them before their bodies transform. Dying with dignity as a normal person still gives them the chance to have their souls redeemed by the Holy Light. This is much better than being transformed into undead by the plague to kill their relatives!"
"Those infected with the plague will kill other people in Stratholme after becoming undead, and the people killed by them will also become undead and stand up again. Stratholme has 200,000 people!"
"Two hundred thousand undead, spreading out from here, is enough to destroy the entire Lordaeron! The footsteps of the disaster must be stopped in Stratholme. I have no choice, Jaina!"
"No!"
Jaina was anxious and heartbroken.
"Arthas, give me some time. I will use the portal to return to Dalaran, go to the Kirin Tor Council, go to Stromgarde to find Bishop Aragorn and my brother Galen. They are all part of the Alliance. As long as we convene an emergency meeting, everyone will definitely be able to find a solution!"
Jaina was right. The plague was created using death magic. As long as it was negative magic, Archmage Antonidas, the Speaker of the Kirin Tor, and her mentor Gandalf would definitely have a way to contain this evil magic.
In the Arathi Highlands, there is the most recognized powerful clergyman besides Archbishop Faol: Bishop Aragorn!
Now that Archbishop Faol has retired and his whereabouts are unknown, and his successor Archbishop Benedictus is far away in Stormwind City, seeking the Arathi Highlands is indeed the right move.
But she didn't consider Arthas's feelings. In her words, she mentioned Stromgarde and Galen.
"No," Arthas refused again, "We don't have time anymore. Maybe it only takes a few hours, maybe a few minutes, and the plague will erupt in their bodies!"
Arthas had personally witnessed the process of normal people turning into undead on the road. The plague infected quickly and fiercely, and it didn't take a day at all!
Arthas ignored Jaina and turned to Uther and said, "Uther, I order you in the name of the future king to purge Stratholme!"
Uther recalled the recent trial of his old comrade Tirion in the city, and remembered the once prosperous streets and the many people in this city.
"You are not the king yet, boy, and even if you are the king, I will not accept this order!"
Uther refused righteously.
Arthas and Uther were at daggers drawn, and it seemed that a fierce conflict would break out at any moment!
"Then!"
Arthas was furious. Their repeated persuasion and refusal to execute the order brought Arthas's sanity to a critical point!
"I announce, Uther, in the name of the heir to the throne, I announce the removal of your power as commander of the army, and at the same time, the military rank of your subordinate Paladins will also be revoked!"