The Second Empire of Azeroth

The whole thing was too easy. Turalyon had never encountered such a simple enemy.

What's more, Rogers clearly told him that if anything changed, he could send troops to Stratholme at any time. He remembered Rogers' tone at the time, with the emphasis clearly on Stratholme.

What exactly is in Stratholme?

Soon, Turalyon knew.

After purifying Andorhal, Arthas received a request for help from Hearthglen. A dying cavalryman had just completed his mission and closed his eyes, which also provoked Arthas' sensitive nerves.

Turalyon didn't let Arthas embark on the journey alone. As they walked, he said, "Arthas, the situation is already very bad. I think you need to send a letter to Lordaeron, telling His Majesty the King what has happened here."

"But, I am a prince, I need to shoulder these responsibilities!"

Turalyon said, "That doesn't prevent you from taking responsibility."

He patiently guided him, saying, "I know a mage, he is the most powerful person I know, even more so than the Guardian… Antonidas."

"Impossible!" Jaina interjected, "No mage is more powerful than my teacher!"

Turalyon raised an eyebrow, "Even if Antonidas stood in front of him, he would admit it."

"There is no such mage!" Jaina said unconvinced.

Arthas, however, seemed thoughtful, "Are you talking about the mage who captured the black dragon?"

Hearing this, Jaina looked at Turalyon with a strange expression, "Isn't that man Alleria's…"

Turalyon looked embarrassed, and he quickly changed the subject: "That's not important. What's important is that you know he's powerful."

"Rogers possesses the power of the Guardian Dragon, and he can easily kill most of the enemies in this world. But he never relies on his own ability to deal with enemies alone. He will seek alliances and unite all forces that can be united. When we were in Draenor, his strength had already become that of a demigod. Whether it was orcs, ogres, or demons, none were his opponents. But he still insisted on finding allies. The arakkoa, draenei, broken, and treants were all brought into the alliance by him."

"So, to become a true powerhouse, one should not only have force, but also know how to use wisdom."

Arthas nodded, "Alright! I will send someone to inform my father."

The group arrived at Hearthglen and immediately met the commander here, Taelan Fordring, the son of Tirion Fordring.

Last year, Tirion Fordring was exiled for protecting a wandering orc in the wild. The not-yet-adult Taelan could only step up and guard Hearthglen in place of his father.

"Your Highness, it's wonderful that you can come and help us," Taelan said excitedly, his voice trembling a little, "Our villagers ate some moldy food and turned into monsters."

"You also have moldy food? Where did so much moldy food come from?" Arthas felt like he was going crazy. He thought the whole thing was over after killing Kel'Thuzad!

Taelan said, "The food was transported from King's Road."

King's Road? Everyone was stunned. This food came from Stratholme? Then isn't Stratholme also infected by the undead?

Just then, a large number of footsteps appeared outside Hearthglen, followed by roars. Countless undead appeared before everyone's eyes, rushing towards Hearthglen.

"Everyone, get into position!" Arthas quickly commanded the battle, and could only put the matter of Stratholme aside.

Turalyon turned and walked towards the silence. The Allied forces had already reached their designated positions without needing command.

Arthas came to Turalyon's side, "I can finally fight alongside you!"

Turalyon said with a smile, "Then let me see how much you've improved in the past few years!"

As the two spoke, the undead had already rushed in front of them. The Holy Light from Turalyon's body spread across the earth. When the undead stepped on it, their toes were immediately burned off. They fell to the ground, and their bodies were burned to ashes.

Arthas opened his mouth in surprise. He thought he was strong, but compared to Turalyon, he was far behind!

Terenas was paving the way for Arthas.

After receiving the appointment, Arthas was high-spirited, feeling that he could finally shoulder the responsibility.

"Departure! Target: Stratholme!"

At this moment, the soldiers felt Arthas's infinite charm. Especially after they heard that Arthas had even saved a group of children kidnapped by gnolls on the way to Andorhal, like a savior.

The army marched rapidly to the outside of Stratholme, when a strange voice rang out.

"Hahaha—Prince Arthas, you've finally arrived. But, you're too late. Everyone in Stratholme has eaten food imbued with necromancy. In a little while, they will all become undead. And you, are already powerless!"

"Who is it?" Arthas was stunned.

"It's a demon!" Turalyon said, "This is a dreadlord. They are best at bewitching people."

"Could he be lying to us?" Arthas asked.

"No!"

A portal opened, and Khadgar led an army out of it, "Dreadlords won't use such simple tricks. I'm afraid the people of Stratholme are truly beyond saving."

"What do you mean by that?" Uther questioned.

"It's obvious!" Khadgar said, "The demon said that, it must be to achieve some kind of purpose. If I'm not mistaken, it wants us to experience despair, and then fall."

Saying that, he looked at Arthas, "Its target should be His Highness the Prince."

Everyone looked at Arthas, and Arthas felt an overwhelming pressure for a moment. But he quickly took a deep breath and raised his warhammer.

"Since the demon wants me to fall, I want to see what it's capable of!"

"Arthas!" Uther looked at the resolute prince in astonishment.

Arthas looked at Uther with a solemn expression, "If this is my destiny, I am willing to accept it! As long as I can eradicate the undead, what does it matter if I fall?"

His whole body surged with holy light, and he issued an order: "Purge Stratholme!"