Only time could judge whether any of it was right or wrong. Patrick had always firmly believed that.
If Patrick had been the one purifying Stratholme, he would have used a similar method. He would certainly have first gathered a large number of paladins, assembled the residents, and used Cleanse on them one by one to purge the plague, then guided the crowds out. As for the undead, he would have spared none.
Of course, given the limited number of paladins in Lordaeron, a large portion of Stratholme's population would probably still have died of the plague. With Mal'Ganis interfering as well, there would not have been many residents he could save. Still, compared with Arthas wiping out all of Stratholme, Patrick's method could at least have saved some people.
"I know you love Arthas. Even though Arthas didn't want to bear the weight of the crown, you still loved him. I believe that if not for your disagreement at Stratholme, you would probably be married by now." Patrick's tone shifted. "But you don't understand Arthas. When you decided to leave, did you really think it through?"
"I don't think you did. You were different from Uther. The Lightbringer was the leader of the Silver Hand, and he had never met Kel'Thuzad or Mal'Ganis. An error in his judgment was understandable. But you were with Arthas all along. You knew everything that had happened, yet your bleeding heart couldn't bear to see the people of Stratholme slaughtered. You weren't even willing to think of a solution. You simply abandoned Arthas."
"Could leaving prevent the tragedy? Arthas was already isolated and helpless, yet he bore a blood debt that demanded vengeance. In the end, he could only single-mindedly pursue power, taking the path of revenge at any cost. The moment he