Azeroth Trail of Light

On the way from Zulmasha to Stratholme, a group of people marched in silence. Uther and Alessandro’s faces were full of heavy and calm, and Dalyan's juniors also felt the atmosphere dull, low. In the middle of the team, Jaina and Dick were whispering and whispering.

"Alsace is going crazy..."

Dick lowered his voice and said to the thoughtful lady,

"I doubt very much what terrible behavior he would take in this situation!"

"He just wants to protect his people in his own way, and he was born a prince. He can't escape this responsibility, hey, it's so pathetic."

Jaina looked up at Arthas, who was walking at the front of the team. This proud prince seemed to be sharpened and sharpened during the three-day siege. From those pale blue eyes, Jaina saw it. A ball of flame is the flame that can burn his opponent, but it is also possible that it will burn himself to ashes.

Alsace almost gritted his teeth and continued to move forward. The invincible death added an unforgettable sadness to the heart of the prince, but it also made his will to "purify" Stratholme even stronger, and he was stubborn. Riding on a war horse, looking at Stratholme, who was wrapped in green mist, the light in his eyes became even more cold.

Maween, the other chief guard who was following His Royal Highness, couldn't help but remember the task that His Royal Highness had privately ordered before he set off.

"Farek...you go and do something for me!"

"Ok."

"You leave the team, hold my emblem, and mobilize the soldiers from the three barracks near the Crown Guard Tower, Northland Guard Tower, and East Wall Guard Tower, and go to Stratholme, where I will wait for you."

"Your Highness, we already have 600 Paladins. These troops are enough to take Stratholme and rescue your people. The nearby guard towers are stationed with ordinary troops. When facing the undead, they almost send Not useful for missions!"

"Enough! Farrek! Follow my orders. These Paladins will not obey my orders. They have their own set of rules. Go, my brother."

"Yes... my lord!"

Maween, who stood by, saw the cold light shining on the face of His Royal Highness. The veteran of the battlefield could not help but chill. He couldn't imagine that if things were really as bad as the devil said, the prince. What kind of cruel methods will your Highness use in the end?

But the loyalty to the royal family made Maween have to rot the matter in his stomach. His Royal Highness Arthas arrived at Stratholme as quickly as possible after receiving the letter from him. The terrible ambush. Although Maween was not responsible for this incident, the veteran did not allow himself to make another mistake.

So he finally decided that no matter what the order of the prince, he will follow his highness.

Maween, who had made up his mind, actually didn't know, his expression changed, and Alsace and his Dick had been secretly watching him.

"Jaina, I remember you once told me that before you left Dalaran, you saw a man in black who would turn into a crow, right?"

Dick suddenly turned his head to look at the eldest lady, the question made her frown.

"Have I told you about this?... Well, I probably said it. The man in black saw my mentor at the time. He was like a ghost, and Dalaran's enchantment could not stop him He, he called himself a "prophet," and warned my teacher that the dark power had recovered in Northrend and was about to invade the entire northern border. He prepared my teacher and said that he must go to Kalimdor. In order to finally get peace."

Jaina told what she knew, but when she finished speaking, she was surprised.

"Oh my god, what the man in black said is true! The dark power...isn't it the Lich King behind Kel'Thuzad?"

Dick nodded, he looked around, and after confirming that no one would hear their conversation, he spoke.

"I actually met that Prophet..."

"What? Even you..."

"Don't be so surprised, baby, if it weren't for him, do you think I would know so much? Titan artifacts, these are all he told me, he also warned me of similar things, now I see Arthas I began to feel that his prediction was correct, and we should have made preparations long ago!"

Dick's "little baby" made the eldest blush immediately, but she was more concerned about what Dick was talking about.

"But my mentor did not believe him, he called him a "liar". Although I am a disciple of the mentor, I cannot influence Dalaran's decision..."

"No, baby, I’m talking about another thing. If something big happens today, we should think about how to get to Kalimdor, to cross the entire endless sea. This is only Kurt. Only Tiras’s invincible fleet can do it. I need you to contact your father. Alsace’s state is not right. We have to prepare in advance!"

"Did you find something?"

"I..."

"Knight Dick, your Royal Highness let you go over!"

The messenger's voice interrupted what Dick was about to say. He clenched his fist, glanced at Jaina, nodded slightly, and then followed the messenger, urging his horse, and ran to the front of the team.

At this time, Stratholme’s main entrance was already in sight, and on the opposite side of the moat, thousands of Lordaeron soldiers assembled, under the leadership of their respective officers, firmly surrounded Stratholme’s main entrance. Seeing that they were setting up a line of defense, and the original bustling Stratholme, black smoke had risen in the city, and the huge noise could be clearly heard even across a river.

Arthas turned over from the war horse and fell to the ground, staggering, Dick hurriedly supported him, the prince smiled at him, and Dick and Jaina killed Kel'Thuzad and rescued Farrick. After bringing reinforcements and exposing the illusion of the Dreadlord, Arthas rightly put him in his camp.

Before the prince walked to the defense line, Uther and Alessandro followed him, and the Paladins dismounted one after another. From the city gate, they could clearly see the chaotic scene of the city, just transformed into a monster of the undead. They are hunting down the uninfected citizens. In the chaos, the nauseating smell of blood and plague almost rushes toward the face.

"This..."

Uther and Alessandro glanced at each other, and both saw the weight in each other's eyes. They did not expect that Stratholme's situation had deteriorated to such an extent in just three days.

"I want to purify this city!"

Arthas spoke. His voice was weak, but full of strength and persistence. He looked back at Uther and Alessandro, pointed to the sight in the city gate, and questioned,

"Now waiting for the ascetics to set up the magic circle, what else is left in this city?"

"My disciple, I only care about the purification... what is it?"

Uther had already seen a bad sign on Arthas’s face, and he stared at Arthas undaunted and questioned.

"Don't tell me you are going to destroy this city with your own hands!"

"This is exactly the same as the situation in Andorhal. The undead rushed out of the city scattered to other places, turning the entire West Dallonemir into a hell. I can't let East Dallonemir bear similar things again, I. .. I want to eliminate all hidden dangers that threaten the entire country!"

Alsace’s tone was difficult, but just after he said this, even Alessandro, who had always been staid, couldn’t help but take a step forward and persuaded him.

"His Royal Highness, you can't do this! There are still citizens in the city who are not infected with the plague. You can't choose to kill them all because they may become undead! Your father will not agree to this reckless murder!"

"Murder? You said I was murdering?"

Arthas stared at Alessandro, who was wearing silver armor and carrying a huge sword. His anger and depression reached the culmination at this moment, and his voice became more furious.

"I'm saving my country, I'm saving other innocent people! Look at them! They can't escape! Only paladins and priests can tell if they are infected with the plague, but there are 600,000 people in this city. People! We only have less than 10,000 paladins and priests. How long will it take us to distinguish those innocent people?"

"What if you missed one or two, can you afford this responsibility?"

"You can't stop doing it because of difficulties! Arthas, you are too impatient, there are still 600 knights here, and we can save some people!"

Uther stepped forward and scolded,

"When you can still hold on to it, you chose to give up. Do you want to give up those people who respect and love you? Have you forgotten the oath you made when you became a Paladin?"

"Enough! Sir Uther, I don't have time to talk to you about these things. As Prince Lordaeron, the future king, I order you to cleanse the city!"

Arthas turned and looked at the inner city that had become a slaughterhouse. Dick stood beside him. From his point of view, there were no living creatures in the entire city gate avenue, all living creatures were moving. Wandering meaninglessly, the poor dead were lying in a pool of blood. They even opened their eyes and looked at the soldiers, seeming to question them why they didn't come to help themselves.

Dick saw that Alsace's eyes were red, and obviously, the prince was not as firm as he appeared to be.

In the face of Alsace’s compulsion, Uther was also angry. He stopped Alessandro who wanted to hold Alsace and said word by word.

"You are not my king yet, child, even if you were, I would not accept such an order!"

Arthas sneered. He grabbed the knight badge on his chest, threw it at Uther's feet, and said coldly,

"If you and the knights cannot obey my orders and cannot make due sacrifices for this country, then there is no need for the Knights of the Silver Hand to exist!"

"Sir Uther, I now declare that you have been suspended for treason! I hereby release your command as the crown prince, and the Knights of the Silver Hand will also be disbanded here!"

"boom!"

Uther’s warhammer hit the ground fiercely. This jazz and paladin, who was always in a hurry, finally couldn’t bear the anger in his heart at this moment. He glanced at Arthas. , Shook his head, kicked the defense line built by the soldiers, and then waved and shouted,

"Paladins, come with me, we will use our own way to save this city!"

Alessandro glanced at Alsace with an unimaginable expression.

"His Royal Highness, you made a wrong decision, I hope your soul will not suffer!"

Subsequently, the high lord was the first to follow Uther and rushed into the city that had become Shura hell. The other paladins also silently crossed the defense line and rushed into the city.

Dikla stayed Erigore and Dalyan, and stopped the Paladin he knew well. He looked at Arthas, and looked at His Royal Highness in indifference, with a look of anticipation, Dick sighed. In a tone, he knew that Alsace, who had turned against all his friends and mentors, needed recognition now, so he bowed his head and made a promise.

"His Royal Highness, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you deep into the city. My friend and I will help you hold the back door of Stratholme and will not allow any infected guy to run out of our defense! Please rest assured !"