"No!" Arthas jolted upright in bed, shocked. He had just dreamed that Jaina, sleeping beside him, had turned into an undead.
But when he woke, Arthas found that Jaina was still safe and sound. Dressed in a silk nightgown that outlined her perfect figure, she was watching the scene beyond the window.
Bare-chested, his powerful muscles and thick chest hair exposed, Arthas walked to the window and happened to see the fully equipped Hearthglen soldiers marching outside. "It looks like they're drilling and preparing for battle."
Arthas hurriedly donned his plate armor. Just as he picked up Might of Menethil, Captain Farik rushed in and said, "Prince Arthas, an Army of the Undead suddenly appeared last night and attacked the surrounding villages on a massive scale! They're heading this way."
"Damn it!" Arthas had thought that after killing Kel'Thuzad, there would not be another large-scale undead outbreak anytime soon. He had not expected them to reach Hearthglen so quickly. Turning to Jaina, he said, "Jaina, I'm staying here to protect Hearthglen. Go tell Uther Lightbringer what's happening here."
After the previous battles, Arthas had become certain that Paladins had an advantage against the Scourge's undead. Without question, Azeroth's most powerful Paladin order was still the Silver Hand. With Uther Lightbringer and the Silver Hand's help, fighting the undead Scourge would become much easier.
"But..." Having only just resolved their past conflict and rekindled their old feelings, Jaina did not want Arthas to face the undead alone.
Arthas understood what Jaina was thinking. Taking her hand, he said, "Go, Jaina. Every second counts."
Looking into Arthas's resolute eyes, Jaina finally nodded. She cast teleportation magic and vanished from the spot.
"Wait." Arthas noticed the neatly stacked empty wooden crates outside the castle, and a dreadful feeling instantly rose in his heart.