"Faria, go report to Lord Uther for me. Tell him we're leaving for Stratholme this afternoon." Arthas had received word yesterday that the plague was spreading through the villages and towns near Stratholme. The largest city in northern Lordaeron had now become an isolated stronghold.
Neither the Silver Hand nor the military had any effective means of containing the plague. Baron Rivendare could only order the entrances to every town and village sealed and checkpoints established along all major roads to stop the undead plague from spreading further.
"Prince, the paladin lords Dathrohan and Mograine have already left for Stratholme to purge the undead. Our assignment is to guard the southern approaches to Lordaeron City, maintain strict control over The Sepulcher, and prevent the plague's curse from reaching the capital. The Guards are to protect the southern approaches to Lordaeron City and maintain strict control over The Sepulcher, preventing the plague's curse from reaching the capital."
Those were the military's orders. Although Prince Arthas was the crown prince, he was still a member of the Order of the Silver Hand.
As a paladin, he had to accept the order's command. Faria calmly tried to reason with Arthas.
More than thirty thousand people had contracted the undead plague. Lordaeron's undead now outnumbered an entire army corps.
Arthas desperately wanted to do something, at least devise and implement effective measures to check the plague's spread.
Beyond that, Arthas was deeply worried about the situation throughout the Northern Lands of Lordaeron. Even though Stratholme had become isolated, the southern towns and villages still knew nothing about the plague outbreak in the north.
The military had blocked the trade routes and cut off every channel of information. The Royal Court was burying its head in the sand to ease the people's panic. It was