In the end, only around a thousand troops remained in Prince Arthas's camp.
Even that was because some soldiers from the Royal Guard held the line, drawing along those soldiers with few moral scruples.
Otherwise, the reckless Prince Arthas might well have ended up a commander without an army.
Uther, meanwhile, marched away with a vast army of over ten thousand.
Archbishop Faol looked at Uther with great satisfaction.
Although he had disobeyed Prince Arthas's orders.
The Church of the Holy Light was not the king's lapdog, much less an evil prince's lapdog.
If Uther had obeyed the evil prince's orders and turned his blade on the city's unarmed people, that would truly have been an unforgivable crime!
As Herad watched Uther's retreating figure, countless thoughts stirred in his heart.
Uther must have had eight lifetimes of rotten luck to end up with a student like Arthas!
Still, in this terrible situation, the outcome might have been much better if he had tried to help the city's residents who had not yet been infected.
He was the Lightbringer, after all. The Dreadlord's combat strength was hardly overwhelming; in his presence, it could only meekly play the coward.
Would it risk being purified by the Holy Light to show itself and guide Prince Arthas into massacring the city?
That was absolutely impossible!
With some residents saved and no Dreadlord fanning the flames, they would have made it through the first stage of the chain of schemes!
The first stage of the chain of schemes would have been weathered!
Yet Uther's intellect was unremarkable, and he could not make the best possible choice.
He could only make sure he stayed out of it.
He would not let his hands be stained with innocent blood.
In fact, even Jaina, a highly gifted mage,