Azeroth Trail of Light

"His Royal Highness, I..."

Dick opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he found that he had nothing to say.

Arthas smiled. Some thin princes sat on the chair. He looked at Dick, who was awkward. After a few seconds of silence, he said again.

"Do you think I should go to Northrend?"

this problem!

Dick's heart trembled, and Arthas actually asked this question. If...if he could dissuade Arthas from going to Northrend, wouldn't the second Lich King appear? The most important thing is, once the destiny of the absolute protagonist Alsace is changed in the next 7 years, how much will the world turn around?

Dick dared not think about this problem, but facing Alsace's gaze, he pursed his lips and said firmly,

"No, you shouldn't go!"

"Oh why?"

Alsace was a little curious, even though he didn't intend to change his mind, he still asked,

"Malganis fled there. I must kill him. This is my responsibility and my atonement! Why do you think I should not go?"

"Because this is a trap! A trap for you!"

Dick calmed down. He also sat opposite Alsace and said in a cautious tone.

"I believe that with your wisdom, it should not be difficult to find that from Kel'Thuzad's deliberate death, to your attack on Zul Martha, to Malganis' appearance, and even... even Stratholme's Destroy, there is an invisible hand pushing behind this. His purpose is to lead you to Northrend, the continent that has been eroded by dark forces. In this case, you should stay in Lordin. Lun, instead of taking risks alone!"

Dick increased his tone.

"You can't bear all the responsibilities of a country on your shoulders. To change the future of this country, everyone needs to act together!"

When Arthas heard this, he was silent. After ten seconds, a struggling expression flashed across Arthas's face. His Royal Highness made a gesture, and Farrek, who was standing at the door of the tent, immediately put down. The curtain of the tent was guarded outside the tent with guards. It was Arthas who was about to talk to Dick secretly.

"But... from what Mal'Ganis left behind, I discovered the huge power of the undead natural disasters, which made me almost desperate. Lordaeron could not stop the undead natural disasters that were about to come out at all, but I also Discovered the secret that can counter the dead! I must go there! I must get the sword!"

Arthas told Dick his secret, and the latter was cold in his heart.

History...History has changed after all!

Originally, after reaching Northrend, Arthas heard about the existence of Frostmourne from Muradin, the dwarf prince of the Explorers’ Association, but now, Mal'Ganis took the initiative to reveal this magic sword that can give orders to the undead. .

This cunning Dreadlord did not use conspiracy anymore. Instead, he placed everything in front of Arthas. Facing this conspiracy, the only way to break the game was the sword, but the demon concealed the most important point. Information.

Frostmourne can indeed give orders to all the undead, but as long as you hold it in your hand, the first sacrifice is your own soul. At that time, what if Arthas had Frostmourne? He himself has become a victim of that magic sword, how can he rely on it to save his country?

However, Dick couldn’t tell this fact, because even if he said it, Arthas, who had placed all his hopes on the sword at present, would not choose to obey it. Alsace had his own set of criteria for judging affairs. Dick wanted to change it in two sentences. How easy is it?

"But, your Highness, have you ever wondered why Malganis would disclose such important information to you? That sword...that sword must be weird! If it is really that powerful, then Malganis How could you give it to you? This is a botched lie!"

Dick gritted his teeth and cursed, then looked at Arthas and said,

"If you need powerful power, I happen to know the location of an artifact of order left by the creation Titans. That is the power you need to pursue! Instead of pinning all your hopes on a magic On the sword!"

Arthas did not speak, he looked at Dick, his eyes were full of curiosity, and finally, he clenched his fist in front of Dick.

"Of course Malganis was not at ease. The sword has side effects, that is, people who are not determined enough will sacrifice their souls! I know this, but I am willing to take a bet, as long as I can tame that one. Sword... everything will..."

"But you can't tame it! That sword is from the Burning Legion..."

"Huh!"

Just when Dick was telling the secret of Frostmourne, a golden light appeared in the tent, and Arta’s expression was frozen on his face, and everything around him, including the howling of the sea and the wind, stopped. In the air, Dick's eyes were spinning back and forth, and he knew what was going on.

A wide range of time is still!

There is only one creature in Azeroth that can do this, the guardian of time-the bronze dragon.

"Little guy, I know your identity, and I also hope you can reverse the fate of the whole world, so I can endure your little troubles, but Arthas can't... he is the foundation of all timelines. One, if you change his move to Northrend, then the entire timeline will enter the "temporal riot", this is an adventure that you cannot bear the consequences!"

"Don't try to change the major events that will affect the entire world process. Those are the pillars of the timeline. You have to start with small events, understand? When the world turns to a certain extent, wait until a new timeline pillar is formed. It is not impossible to change these major events, but now...at least for now, not yet!"

"I am Nozdormu, the Dragon King of Time... I can sit in the Caverns of Time when I have free time. I look forward to your visit, Time Traveler."

The next moment, everything returned to its original state. The expression on Arthas's face was still vivid, but Dick said half of his words, but he couldn't say it anymore. Except for him, only a few people in the whole world probably knew. Just now, the world’s The operation stopped for 2 seconds.

"His Royal Highness, you better not take risks!"

Dick seemed a little bit distracted. Under the circumstances that the mysterious Nozdormu did not hesitate to show up and admonish himself, Dick would naturally not risk the destruction of the world to persuade Alsace. He once thought he could change everyone's Destiny, such as Dalyan, such as Uther.

But now, the fate of the poor man in front of him, Alsace Menethil, he cannot change...

This feeling of weakness is too bad!

Arthas also saw the expression on Dick's face, but he regarded it as sadness, so he patted Dick on the shoulder.

"Don't worry! I will be victorious, I will come back with that sword, and will save the country!"

Seeing Alsace’s confident smile, Dick suddenly felt a burst of sadness. He held back his sadness and asked another question.

"His Royal Highness, Stratholme, you can leave it to Farek or Maween to do it without showing up. I believe they are willing to give everything for you, but why do you have to do it yourself? Are you Your prestige, future king, should not be wasted like this!"

Faced with this problem, Alsace's expression became serious.

"I won't do that, Dick! Everyone has their own responsibilities. It is my responsibility to save this country. I never put my responsibilities on others. What's more, Farek and Maween have already Enough has been done for me, and they shouldn't be burdened with such notoriety again!"

"Fur... Your Royal Highness, I know!"

When Arthas said these words, the obscure holy light in his body writhed again, and Dick took a deep breath and got up to salute to Arthas.

"Then, I wish you a good journey, my lord!"

"Wait, Dick!"

Arthas stopped Dick, who had turned, and put a power of attorney stamped with his seal in Dick's hand.

"At the deepest part of Stratholme, there is still a group of undeads entrenched. This is my purpose for looking for you. Before I come back, I must block them and don't let them spread to East Dalungmir! If possible, destroy them!"

"D... Trigger the task, Alsace's request"

"Hold on to Stratholme and persist until Alsace returns, or destroy the entrenched undead!"

(Note: This task is the last task of the large historical node-Stratholme. After completion, the historical node will be completed.)

Dick took a deep breath and took the authorization letter with both hands. He glanced at it, and the item information jumped into his eyes.

"Proof of the Temporary Lord Stratholme"

"green"

"Use: Include Stratholme as an add-on template"

"Explanation: The lords authorized by the Menethil royal family proved that they possessed completely unreasonable mysterious powers!"

This flamboyant power of attorney seems to weigh a thousand pounds in Dick’s hands. It is not only as simple as a power of attorney, but also represents Alsace’s trust, especially when Dick made a betrayal. After the move, this trust is already a commendable thing.

Dick suddenly opened his arms, hugged Arthas who was caught off guard, and patted hard behind him.

"Be sure to pay attention to safety! If it is really irretrievable, then remember, don't get out of that sword! I will save you!"

Arthas was a little confused by this intimate act, but after Dick had finished speaking, he turned and left the tent. Arthas sat in a chair, recalling Dick's last words.

"Don't leave the sword... what does this mean? Hehe, Dick, this is such a weird guy! It's so straightforward and mysterious, you can't hate it!"

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A week later, Arthas was gone.

With 3,000 elite soldiers and a full twenty ships, they quietly left the eastern continent from the coast of East Dallonemere. The pursuit of the Knights of the Silver Hand is still going through a long and cumbersome process, Uther In fact, Ernest knew that this was an expression of Alsace's apology when he was leaving.

As the crown prince, he can't speak without words, and he can do this step, he is already subdued.

This also dissipated a lot of tension in the entire Knights of the Silver Hand. After all, in this history, Arthas was not with Jaina, so naturally there would be no feeling of being abandoned, plus Dick’s What he did gave him a little comfort to his now riddled heart, so His Royal Highness would not become so extreme.

The "Stratholme Defense Guard" convened by Dick formally settled in the Stratholme back line a day ago, that is, the line from Kings Square to the Fountain Garden. With the help of the civilians, they quickly built a solid line of defense. Knight Saidan Dathrohan also took another silver hand knight to garrison in the Scarlet Zone of the previous life, which is now the Stratholme Military Zone.

The two lines of defense, one behind the other, suppressed the undead in the deepest part of the city, and through several investigations, Dick already knew who commanded the elite undead.

Rivendell... the traitor!

As night fell, Dick was carrying the fire of justice, carrying a lantern in his hand, and carrying a few young knights, patrolling the perimeter of the defense line, and when he walked to a remote place, Dick suddenly heard a depressed cry. , He shone the lantern in that direction, only to see a big beauty wearing a white priest's robe with an extremely hot figure, holding a letter, hiding in the corner of the defense line, crying pear flower with rain.

"Ahem... Ms. Whitemane, is there anything sad for you?"

Dick laughed and looked at the beautiful woman who made me feel pitiful, and finally got a big white eye.

"Don't be hypocritical, Knight Dick, this really makes me sick!"

The beauty turned her head to see Dick’s young face, she stopped crying, snorted and mocked Dick, twisted her swaying body, put away the letter in her hand, and walked into her room. .

Dick looked at the perfect back and shook his head. No wonder the scum of Renault was going to kill his father for this woman. This is a charming goblin!

But what does this have to do with yourself?

Dick looked into the deep darkness inside the miserable Stratholme, shrugged, carrying the light and continued to inspect.

The night was still cold, but after Stratholme regained his popularity, it seemed to be brightly lit here.