Infinite Heroes Seat

"Kill them! Before they become the minions of natural disasters!"

"No, I refuse, Your Highness, they are still your people, and the Paladin will not extend a butcher knife to innocent people!"

Stratholme, the sad prince growled angrily.

"Really, Uther, in the name of my inheritance, I will relieve you of your position and deprive you of the title of Paladin!"

The drizzle wet the prince's blond hair, making him look extraordinarily hideous.

Uther shook his head disappointedly. The most proud disciple who had been near became extremely strange at this moment. Although he knew that there was a cause, the plague of natural disasters had begun to spread in this city, but here There must be innocent residents. His beliefs and ideals do not allow him to act on the people he should have guarded.

"It's up to you!"

Uther walked away in desperation, and behind him were a large number of Paladins of the Silver Hand, whose faith in the Holy Light prevented them from accepting Arthas' cruel order.

Looking at the Paladins who were leaving, Uther gritted his teeth slightly, and stopped talking, but in the end he said nothing.

He is the prince of Lordaeron, he must guard his people, even if this guardian brings him so much pain.

And watching this scene quietly, Jaina felt bitter in her heart. Although she chose Mo Wen, it doesn’t mean that she has no affection for her childhood sweetheart from now on. Everything that Arthas has done, She saw it all in her heart, and was very moved. So she didn't want to see what Arthas looked like at this time, cruel, cruel, extremely fragile, and pitiful.

She walked away slowly. But behind him, Arthas whispered in a very small, gentle and pleading voice: "Jaina."

Jaina stopped, but didn't look back. There was a long silence, "I'm sorry, Arthas...I can't just watch you go astray." After that, he turned and left.

"You chose him in the end!"

Seeing Jaina drifting away, Arthas only felt a blur in his eyes, and an unprecedented bitterness in his heart.

He is not a fool either, he can naturally notice the changes in Jaina's body all the time, and there are also rumors in the Violet Castle that there are strange sounds in the Kul Tiras room at night, so this disagreement made Arthas understand that he Completely lost his sweetheart.

"Kael'thas!"

Saying a name viciously. Arthas felt that at this moment the whole world had abandoned him, the master, sweetheart, and the holy light that had cared for him in the past.

The soldiers of Lordaeron looked at each other and looked at His Royal Highness who was kneeling on the hill. They didn't know what to do. Although Arthas' order made them a little hard to accept, they let them unload the burden on their hearts. Just obey the order—especially in such an environment.

But at this moment, there was another strange cry in the already solemn atmosphere.

"Jie Jie, ah yo yo. Isn't this the Prince of Lordaeron, why is he kneeling here like a mourning dog?"

A monster with fly wings and long horns appeared on the empty hill, and it was a burst of laughter when he looked at Arthas.

"Monster. Who are you? But dare to appear in front of me!"

As if adding fuel to the fire, Alsace's eyes turned blood red in an instant.

But the person who came did not hesitate to give a salute, behaving like the most elegant gentleman. It's a pity that what it said next was like a deadly venom invading Prince Lordaeron's heart.

"Meeting for the first time. Your Royal Highness, I am the dreadlord Merganis. I am also the ruler behind the cursed sect."

"I don't know this little gift I arranged for you, are you still satisfied?"

In the dark night, the entire Stratholme had fallen into chaos and wailing, and with the ugly big face of Merganis, Alsace was suddenly plunged into the most chaotic vortex.

"I kill you!"

"In the name of the Holy Light, I swear!"

The surging holy light crazily lit up on the hills, but the prince's last struggle could not help the terrified Demon King, amid a burst of laughter, the latter calmly left.

Standing alone on the hill, Arthas looked at Stratholme in the distance, and there was no more compassion in his eyes, only infinite anger and Sisty mania.

He raised the warhammer in his hand and yelled at the soldiers of Lordaeron.

"Kill them! Before they become the minions of natural disasters!"

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In the Violet Castle, a large room with a slight pitch black was placed with a chair.

Mo Wen sat on it with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, quiet and peaceful. Then, not knowing what happened, he saw his eyelids beating slightly. After a long time, his eyes were slightly opened, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery.

"Alsace, an idiot, eventually fell into it!"

With in-depth research on the power of the soul, Mo Wen has a deeper understanding of his own power and has developed a lot of skills. Just now, he witnessed Prince Lordaeron through the fragments buried in Jaina's soul. Going to the dark scene, he can't tell what it feels like for the plot he already knew at this time, pity? Maybe there are, but it's more excitement.

The death knight is about to appear, will the demon hunter be far away?

Gently flicking his own chair with his hand, he suddenly showed a chuckle and asked in a low voice:

"Are you ready?"

There was a brief silence, followed by a deep response.

"Already prepared, my lord!"

In the room, I don't know when the women have been half-kneeling in a circle. Every one of them is a natural talent, and every look is extraordinarily respectful. When facing Mo Wen, it is like facing the supreme king.

Nodding in satisfaction, Mo Wen looked at two of the young women with horns on their heads, "Ysera, Alexstrasza, how did I explain to you?"

The two women lowered their heads slightly, with a hint of helplessness and struggle in their eyes, and then they all responded in a low voice: "We have spread the message of the death of Nozdormu and Malygos by the hand of Deathwing. Go out, now all the dragon legions are assembled in the Temple of Wyrmrest, ready to fight at any time, as long as you'disclose' the whereabouts of Deathwing, the entire dragon legion will fight for you!"

Mo Wen nodded and looked at the half-kneeling black-haired woman on the other side. The latter immediately understood, lowering her head tightly, almost to the ground, and then respectfully said to Mo Wen: "Master, I have already Ready, I can cooperate with your actions at any time, and I have already killed Varian, and now half of the entire Stormwind City is in my hands!"

Hearing this, Mo Wen's eyebrows jumped, showing a satisfied look, he leaned down and gently raised the woman's chin with his fingers, "Good job, Onyxia, as a reward, You stay with me tonight!"

The moment Mo Wen's finger touched the girl, the latter shivered visibly in fear, and then relaxed when she listened to the'sleeping', and then her charming and passionate eyes quickly became a touch of water, tenderly dripping. Locally said: "Yes, master!"

Onyxia, the black dragon princess, was originally a tragic character who was killed three times in history. As the daughter of Deathwing, she was extremely afraid of her mighty father, but in Alterac, she saw with her own eyes what she was originally invincible. When her father was beaten up by Mo Wen, the awe transferred to Mo Wen, which allowed Mo Wen to subdue her without much effort.

As a subordinate, I have to say that Onyxia is still very good. Not only does she work well in bed, she is also very good at handling political affairs. With her help, Mo Wen first controlled Alterac, a small mountain country, and intervened. When it comes to the affairs of Stormwind City, even though Mo Wen on the Human Race originally had its own arrangements, Onyxia’s help can be regarded as the icing on the cake, so her status has also risen sharply under Mo Wen, and can be ranked first. Row.

The affairs of the Dragon and Human races are almost handled, and the high elves have already arranged it. Mo Wen waved his hand casually, "Go down!"

"Yes!"

There was no extra words, except for Onyxia, those beautiful beauties in various poses left one after another and disappeared into some dark rooms, but at the last moment, a blonde elf suddenly stopped.

She looked at Mo Wen with a complicated expression, and then asked in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, do you have to do that? After all, they are all your subjects."

"Prince?" Mo Wen smiled softly when he heard the word, "Sylvanas, you are still so naive. You should understand that I am not a prince at all. Now you and I do not belong to this world, noble On the side of the elves, I advise you to give up. I want blood elves who are addicted to hatred and determined to revenge, not a group of high elves squatting in the house."

Sylvanas frowned, took a deep breath, and said, "His Royal Highness, you don't actually need to do this, don't you? In a few decades, this world will still belong to you. Why do you risk?"

Mo Wen curled his lips ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and raised his palm, "Your sister has already gone to Outland, and her strength is enough to save her life there, which means that we are already invincible, then I Why don't you take the opportunity to give it a try, it is a rare opportunity to collide with the top gods, I will never give up!"

In the gloomy room, Mo Wen's eyes suddenly burst out with a terrifying look, and his palms opened and closed slightly, as if he was holding the whole world.

Seeing the crazy, hot expression, Sylvanas sighed slightly and turned away.

She knew that Mo Wen's attention had been set, and she had no intention of persuading her again, and from this moment on, in this somewhat gloomy room, a storm that swept across Azeroth would be set off.

Surrender or death, this will be the problem that all races will face. (To be continued...)

ps: Thanks to the lead of the wind, the vast sea of ​​stars, plum water, the silent singing, the awesome monthly ticket and the awesome book, Fenghua Xuewu, and Li Zishui for their rewards.

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