Fel doesn't lie to you

Chapter 133 Kel'Thuzad

The farmer hastily pulled out his son from behind, as if he wanted to prove his humanity, and the child was undoubtedly full of vitality, because he was gnawing a piece of black bread in his father's arms.

There was no fear in his eyes, even if his father's heart hit him on the head because of too much movement, he just stared at himself curiously and gnawed on the bread.

Alsace felt a little distressed, because he knew what black bread tasted like, and he ate a piece out of curiosity. The taste and texture made him never want to eat another bite in his life.

But what makes him helpless is that this is the food for most of his people.

So, he tried his best to soften his voice.

"Is that so?"

He dismounted and approached the child.

He knew it was an adventure, but he had to make sure of it, that they were his sane people, not the mindless monsters Jaina was talking about.

"Alsace! Dangerous! They have very evil magic!"

Jaina's voice revealed anxiety, while Gavinrad simply wanted to stop Arthas with his body.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

But none of this stopped Alsace, but he was also on guard, ready to smash the heads of these people with a war hammer at any time.

He bypassed the stubborn old paladin, came to the child, took him from the other's father, and felt his heartbeat and temperature.

He is sure.

this kid.

is alive.

"Alsace! You can't be deceived by appearances! These people have terrible magic, as long as the psychic wants to do something! They will immediately become a group of brainless monsters!"

Jaina looked at the peasants with some fear. She also got off her horse and came to Alsace's side, the fireball still in her hand.

Her distance is very dangerous, and she is already very tired today, and she has no way to cast more spells. Once these farmers become monsters in an instant, it will be difficult for her to guarantee her safety.

But for Arthas, she still came before these undead farmers.

After hearing her words, the farmers who were already afraid of her couldn't help but retreat, and the child looked at Jaina in fear, and the farmer was a little scared, but because the child was still in Alsace's arms, That's why I didn't dare to back down.

"Gianna, you scared him."

Alsace sighed, knowing how to be afraid and how to love, how can such a person be called a monster?
"No! Arthas, you don't understand, we have to kill them! They are dead, they are no longer your people, and their thoughts now are just what the mage behind them made you want to see! As long as One thought of him, and they will spread, spreading this magical plague to your kingdom!"

Jaina could feel that these farmers were full of that kind of evil magic, and she couldn't believe these farmers at all. The sense of threat had never been reduced, and she involuntarily expanded the fireball in her hand.

If it was just an infection, Jaina would not be so radical, but would try to cure these people, but the farmers in front of them all had fatal wounds, and some of their limbs were even dried out!

They are not alive at all!And my lover wants to believe them!

But this scene caused the farmers to riot, and Jaina felt joyful for a moment, because this could prove to Arthas how terrible these people were.

However, these undead, these undead who showed a terrifying side briefly last night, fell to their knees on the ground, begging for her mercy.

"Please, we just want our children to live!"

"Please be merciful! We don't want rewards!"

"Please, I still have a mother to take care of at home. I know it's terrible to become like this, but if I die, my mother will starve to death too!"

"Dad! I don't want Dad to die!"

"My lord, please be merciful. My child and I are the only ones left in my family. If I die, he will starve to death too..."

……

The child in Arthas' arms wept, begging her not to kill his father, and the other farmers wiped away their tears, though they had no tears.

The messy crying made Jaina a little confused.

She looked anxiously at these farmers who were begging for mercy. These farmers were no different from the farmers she usually saw. They were timid and afraid of the nobles, for fear that the nobles would kill them and take away their rations.

No, they are humbler and more pitiful than the farmers I saw in the Stormsong Valley in Dalaran.

Am I being too rough, they...

Maybe they can be saved?

No sooner had the thought entered Jaina's mind than she felt the evil magic again, the undeniably evil magic!

"But……"

Just when the kind girl was struggling, Alsace came over and returned the crying child in his arms to his father.

"Jianna, calm down, you may be scared by those orcs, but look, do they look like monsters?"

Arthas had a serious look on his face. He didn't know what Jaina saw or felt to be so afraid of these farmers.

But what he saw was a group of suffering people-although they were indeed different.

"But……"

Jaina wanted to say something, she thought of Sir Martin who had been resurrected from the dead, and thought of the maid who was so weak after being bitten, her body began to alienate, but...

But the undead in front of him are so humble and pitiful.

"Sorry, Arthas, I might really..."

She just wanted to admit her mistake. After all, there are always miracles in this world, aren't there?
But at this moment, the voice of a person she was familiar with and who gave her a direct understanding of how evil necromancy was, appeared beside them.

"Yes, you are really wrong, little apprentice of Antonidas, you are as wrong as everyone else."

Jaina recognized the voice immediately, and threw the fireball in her hand in the direction of the voice without hesitation.

"Kel'Thuzad! All of this is really your fault!"

The fireball drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, but was blocked by an invisible barrier in mid-air, and at the same time, a somewhat old figure stepped out, and spread out his hand, expressing that he did not hostility.

"Like everyone else, you think that I study necromancy for power, right? But on the contrary, Princess Jaina Predmoore, you haven't had a hard day, have you? You must have never eaten mud pie , and because of a small accidental injury, the whole family will starve to death, right?"

Kel'Thuzad walked while talking, not afraid of those knights shining with holy light. He stood in front of Alsace and Jaina, looked at the angry blonde female mage with his head upright, with a noble expression The gesture, the tone of the chant, speaks its own manifesto.

"But these farmers are not the same, they have these problems! And my necromancy is to allow these poor people to protect their loved ones, their loved families, and everything they love in such a situation. Out of this world!"

　There are two more in the evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)