Chapter 1572

The progress of the situation was incredibly smooth.

A large number of citizens were rescued, and likewise, a large number of undead were slain.

Things were moving in a positive direction.

However, when they truly arrived in the depths of Stratholme.

The hidden demon finally appeared.

Mal'Ganis!

"Oh... isn't this my prince? Why... have you only just arrived here now? You don't seem to realize yet... there are many people missing in this city."

"Demon... what have you done?"

"Nothing much, I just personally built a cage for them. This is a grand ceremony prepared for you... come and admire it, my prince.

You will like this painting of hell."

Accompanied by Mal'Ganis's magical activation.

The buildings near the square collapsed with a boom.

Countless cages appeared before Arthas; these commoners were all alive and had not been infected with the plague.

Yet now, they were being used as hostages by Mal'Ganis.

"What exactly are you trying to do, you bastard... release my people immediately!!!"

"I can... you only need to kill two of those three women, Prince, and I will release these commoners... you had better think it over.

You only have one chance.

Do not waste my good intentions.

Hehehehe..."

The Dreadlord.

Laughed evilly.

"813" But Jean and Lisa's expressions changed drastically.

But... Arthas shook his head and said: "No... I will not kill these two benefactors. Demon... you have miscalculated my heart. I am the Prince of Lordaeron.

Not some pathetic wretch to be manipulated by you.

Get down here... knights, attack..."

"Kill..."

Arthas's actions.

Truly caught Mal'Ganis off guard.

However, his strength was terrifying.

How could he be defeated by Arthas?

With just two effortless dodges, he grabbed Arthas by the neck with one hand.

"Heh... ignorant prince, you can kneel now... since you are unwilling to make a choice, then... there is no need for you to live."

"Oh? I might have to disappoint you. You dog from the Shadowlands..."

The sudden voice.

Gave Mal'Ganis a start.

Even Kil'jaeden did not know his identity.

How did this woman know?

He turned his head to look.

He saw a sword of light slashing toward him.

Mal'Ganis sneered, released his arm directly, and his body vanished like a nightmare.

But at the same moment he teleported.