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The thin- lipped mouth beneath the white mustache again curled in a cruel smile. “Why, the living,
of course. His plan is already in motion. Seek him out at Stratholme if you need further proof.”
Arthas had had enough of teasing hints and taunts. He growled, gripped the haft of his hammer,
and charged forward. “For the Light!” he cried.
Kel’Thuzad had not moved. He stood his ground, then, at the last minute, the air around him
twisted and puckered, and he was gone. The two creatures who had stood silently at his sides now
clamped their arms on Arthas, trying to wrestle him down to the earth, their fetid stench vying with the
smell of smoke to choke him. He twisted free, landing a strong, clean blow to the head of one of them.
Its skull shattered like a fragile piece of blown glass, brains spattering the earth as it collapsed. The
second was as easily dealt with.
“The granary!” he cried, running to his horse and leaping atop it. “Come on!”
The others mounted up and they charged down the main path through the burning village. The
granaries loomed up ahead of them. They were untouched by the that seemed to be racing through
the rest of Andorhal.
Arthas drew his horse up sharply and leaped it, running as fast as he could toward the buildings.
He pulled open the door, hoping desperately to see crates piled high. Grief and rage swept through
him as the only thing to meet his gaze were empty chambers—empty save for small, scattered bits of
grain and the corpses of rats on the. He stared, sick, for a moment, then raced to the next one, and
the next, yanking the doors open even though he knew exactly what he would.
They were all empty. And had been for some time, if the layers of dust on the and the
spiderwebs in the corners were any indication.
“The shipments have already been sent out,” he said brokenly as Jaina stepped up beside him. “We’re
too late!” He slammed his gauntleted into the wooden door and Jaina jumped. “Dammit!”
“Arthas, we did the best we—”
He whirled on her furiously. “I’m going to him. I’m going to that undead- loving bastard
and rip him limb from limb for this! Let him get someone to sew him back together.”
He stormed out, shaking. He’d failed. He’d had the man right there and he’d failed. The grain had
been sent out, and Light alone knew how many people would die because of that.
Because of him.
No. He was not going to let that happen. He would protect his people. He would die to protect
them. Arthas clenched his.
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