The farmer hurriedly pulled his son out from his back, as if he wanted to prove his humanity, and the child was undoubtedly full of vitality, because he was nibbling 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 his too strong movements, he would just stare at himself curiously and gnaw on the bread.
Alsace felt a little distressed because he knew what black bread tasted like. He had eaten a piece out of curiosity, and 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 make his voice soothing.
"Is that so?"
He dismounted and walked towards the child.
He knew this was an adventure, but he had to confirm this and confirm that they were his people who still had reason, not the mindless monsters Jaina said.
"Alsace! Danger! They have very evil magic on them!"
Jaina's voice revealed anxiety, while Gavin Rad simply wanted to stop Arthas with his body.
"His Royal Highness Prince!"
But none of this stopped Arthas, but he was also on guard, ready to smash these people's heads with his warhammer at any time.
He bypassed the stubborn and rigid old paladin, came to the child's side, took him from his father's hands, and felt his heartbeat and temperature.
He was sure.
This child.
It's alive.
"Alsace! You can't be deceived by appearances! These people all have terrible magic in their bodies. As long as the psychic wants to do something! They will immediately turn into a group of brainless monsters!"
Jaina looked at the farmers with some fear. She also dismounted and came to Alsace's side, still not putting down the fireball in her hand.
Her distance is very dangerous, and she is already very tired today and cannot cast more spells. Once these farmers turn into monsters in an instant, it will be difficult for her to ensure her own safety.
But for Alsace, she still came to these undead farmers.
After hearing her words, the farmers who were originally afraid of her couldn't help but retreat, and the child looked at Gianna in fear. The farmers were a little scared, but because the child was still in Alsace's arms,
That's why I didn't dare to retreat.
"Gianna, you scared him."
Arthas sighed, knowing how to fear and love, how can such a person be called a monster?
"No! Arthas, you don't understand, we must kill them! They are already dead, they are no longer your people, and their current thoughts are just what the mage behind them wants you to see! As long as
As soon as he thinks, they will spread and spread this magical plague to your kingdom!"
Jaina could feel that these farmers were full of evil magic. She could not trust these farmers at all. The sense of threat never diminished, which made her involuntarily expand the fireball in her hand.
If it was just an infection, Gianna would not be so radical, but would find a way to cure these people, but the farmers in front of her all had fatal wounds, and some even had their limbs dried up!
They are not alive at all! And my lover still wants to believe them!
But this scene made the farmers riot, and Jaina felt happy for a moment, because this could prove to Arthas how terrible these people were.
However, these undead, these undead who briefly showed their terrifying side 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 support at home. I know it's terrible to be like this, but if I die, my mother will also starve to death!"
"Dad! I don't want dad to die!"
"Sir, please show mercy. My child and I are the only ones left in my family. If I die, he will also starve to death..."
…
The child in Alsace's arms began to cry and begged her not to kill his father, and the other peasants also wiped their tears, although they had no tears.
The messy crying made Jaina feel a little confused.
She looked uneasily at the farmers kneeling down to beg for mercy. These farmers were no different from the farmers she usually saw. They were timid and afraid of the nobles, fearing that the nobles would kill them and take away their food rations.
No, they were humbler and pitiful than the farmers he saw in the Stormsong Valley of Dalaran.
Am I too rude? They...
Maybe they can be saved?
As soon as this thought came into Jaina's mind, she felt the evil magic again, the undoubted evil magic!
"But……"
While the kind girl was struggling, Alsace came over and returned the crying child in his arms to his father.
"Jaina, please calm down. You may be frightened by those orcs, but look at them, do they look like monsters?"
Arthas had a serious expression on his face. He didn't know what Jaina had seen or felt to be so afraid of these farmers.
But what he saw was a group of suffering people - even though they were indeed different.
"But……"
Jaina wanted to say something. She thought of Sir Martin who came back from the dead, and of the maid who became extremely weak after just one bite, and her body began to alienate, but...
But the undead people in front of them were 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, right?
But at this moment, the voice of a person she was very 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 wrong like everyone else."
Jaina recognized the voice immediately, and threw the fireball in her hand in the direction of the sound without hesitation.
"Kel'Thuzad! You are indeed the one causing all this!"
The fireball drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, but in mid-air, it was blocked by an invisible barrier. At the same time, a somewhat old figure came out and spread his hands, indicating that he had no
hostility.
"You, like everyone else, think that I study necromancy for power, right? But on the contrary, Her Royal Highness Princess Jaina Predmore, you must have never had a hard day, right? You must have never eaten mud cakes.
, and because of a small accidental injury, the whole family will starve to death, right?"
Kel'Thuzad walked as he spoke, not afraid of the knights who were shining with holy light. He stood in front of Arthas and Jaina, looked at the angry blond female mage with his head held high, and spoke with a noble expression.
The posture and the tone of the chant made his own declaration.
"But these farmers are different, they have these problems! And my necromancy is to enable these poor people to protect the people they love, the family they love, and everything they love under such circumstances.
