Dick lowered his head, of course these things were not told to him by the hunter, but Dick, who was familiar with historical developments, naturally knew that the current Kel'thugad was actually near the royal city of Lordaeron, hiding in a small town called Brill, but as long as the power of Arthas touched him, he would soon return to Andorhar. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The appearance of Kel'thugad, who had been missing for nearly a year, was actually only the first character to appear in the big drama of the fall of Arthas and the destruction of Lordaeron, and they cooperated seamlessly, but they could not have imagined that there would be a small thing in this world who knew all about these things.

Dick knew very well how dangerous it was to be targeted by the big men behind the scenes, but that's what it was interesting about, wasn't it? The taste of changing history with his own hands, what a refreshing taste! Seeing Alsace's move, the cells in Dick's whole body seemed to be singing, which made him a little fluttery.

"Actually, His Royal Highness the Prince, before the hunter died, he revealed another piece of news. ”

Dick closed his eyes, as if he was also shocked by the news, in fact, he was just trying to hide the pleasure in his eyes.

"Say!"

Arthas was in a bad mood, so his tone became serious.

"The hunter's infiltration into the Cult of the Damned God was going well, but he was only discovered because of a traitor on our side!

"Bang!"

Now it was Alsace's turn to change his expression.

He got up from his chair, his face full of incredulity, and he stared at Dick to see if this guy was crazy enough to dare to say such a rebellious thing as a civilian.

The knights of the inner court installed by the royal family in every major city were known only to the highest governor of the city, and since Dick said that the hunter had been betrayed, that is, the highest governor of Stratholme, had rebelled.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Baron Rivendell, he has joined forces with the Cult of the Damned, and the hunters have organized a large army of undead near Zurmasha with monsters like ghouls and a terrible war machine called Abomination!"

Dick closed his eyes, and when he had finished these words, Arthas, like a roaring lion, pointed at Dick and cried,

"Shut up, you commoner, how dare you insult a nobleman! If it weren't for your meritorious service to the Empire, I would have cut off your head the first time your venom-filled lies were told!"

Dick didn't speak, he was silent like a corpse, but Arthas grew agitated and even drew his hammer, which had been blessed by his mentor, Paladin Uther, the Lightbringer, to teach Dick a lesson.

But they were stopped by Gianna, who was also terrified, and the two did not know what to say, Arthas glared at Dick and slammed the door, while Gianna glanced at Dick with complicated eyes, and also opened the door and walked out.

The small room fell silent again, and after a few minutes, Dick stretched his arms and lay flat on the hard bed, snoring comfortably and whispering indistinctly,

"Oh also... It's the beginning of the show. ”

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"Bang!"

Arthas slammed his fist on the table with a furious fist, and the quill he flicked out an ugly trail on the rich letterhead, ruining the half-written letter of His Royal Highness the Prince, but the more he thought of Dick's words, the angrier he became.

But only Arthas himself knows that this anger is also mixed with a little fear, the knights of the inner court are war orphans adopted by their father since childhood, and the royal family provides all the expenses for their living and studying, after decades of training, the knights of the inner court will never betray the royal family.

If those words were really said by the hunter to Dick, then there is almost a good chance that the rebellion of Baron Rivendell would be true.

Even if he heard that an archmage was involved in the plague event, Arthas would not be so alarmed, but if there was the participation of a nobleman, then the nature of this matter would be different, and a nobleman like Rivendell, although he only had the title of baron, the area he could control even included most of the East Dalon Mill.

He could easily raise an army of the undead that could threaten the royal rule!

Yes, the undead, after coming to Andorhar, Arthaste intended to see the plague-infected who were isolated outside the walls of Andorhar, walking corpses, evil breaths, no pain, only passively chasing everything that is alive, the army of the undead, the evil ones who have returned from hell!

Arthas tried to calm himself down, but the more he tried to calm down, the more Dick's words came to his mind, and finally the prince kicked a chair in annoyance, and only then did he barely let out the negativity in his heart.

"Whew... Farek!"

Arthas shouted, and his heavily armed guard standing at the door strode in, bowing behind Arthas, he was not only the captain of Arthas's guard, but also Arthas's most trusted comrade in the Second Orc War, and he would try to accomplish whatever Arthas commanded.

"My Highness, is there anything I need to do?"

"Faric, I need you to personally take your best scouts to track down the whereabouts of the grain that was shipped from Stratholme to Andorhar, but don't be alarmed, and let Marvien go to Stratholme in makeup, and I will get all the information about Baron Rivendell in half a month!

Farrick nodded silently and left the makeshift office with a swift twist.

Arthas looked at the departing Faric, he closed his eyes like a sleeping lion, no one knew what he was thinking, but it was certain that His Majesty the Prince was in a bad mood at the moment.

On the other side, in Gianna's room, Miss Mage was fiddling with a delicate and mysterious instrument that looked like a strange mix of a large piece of crystal and a complex piece of engineering gear.

Gianna fiddled with it for five minutes before she was completely ready, carefully placing it on the table, removing the short-handled staff from her waist, charging it towards it, and gently touching the surface of the large crystal with the tip of the staff that surged with purple light.

The next moment, the complex gears "clicked", and after a while, a projection-like picture appeared above this strange instrument.

It can be seen that on the other side of the unclear picture, an old man with white hair and white beard is busy with something, judging from the old gentleman's clothing, it should be the same as Gianna, who is also a mage.

"Good day, Mentor!"

Gianna greeted the old gentleman politely, looking at her appearance, this old gentleman is the leader of Dalaran mentioned earlier, Archmage Antonidas.

"It's Gianna, has the plague come to fruition?"

Antonidas looked back, his tone like that of an old man who spoils his juniors, but if Dick were here, he would definitely be attracted at first glance by those bright eyes that are like natural stars, which are not at all human beings can have.

Faced with Antonidas's question, Gianna's face was a little nervous, and she did not answer directly, but asked seriously rhetorically

"Mentor, please tell me, is Senior Brother Kel'thugad really missing?"

Antonidas's face with a smile immediately froze, he took a deep breath, and on his old forehead, a big "Chuan" word wrinkled,

"What are you asking for? Gianna, I remember that you had a good relationship with Kel'thugad, but it wasn't very good. ”

"I got some information, and some people said... He also founded a cult called the Cult of the Cursed God, Master Mentor, do you think this is possible?"

Gianna looked at Antonidas with a very serious gaze, she expected to get the opposite opinion from Dick from the omnipotent mentor, although she did not have a good relationship with Kel'thugad, the middle-aged man who always had a gloomy face almost never spoke to her, but after all, it was Gianna's first companion on the path of mage.

Antonidas was silent for a few minutes, he had quit smoking for almost thirty years, suddenly picked up a pipe from the table, put it to his mouth, he took a deep breath of smoke,

"If it's someone else... Then I can tell you that it can't be, but if it's Kel'thugad... Before his disappearance, he had been obsessed with studying the evil Warlock spells he had received from the Orcs' Shadow Council, and I had warned him again and again, and he promised me not to study them again, but two months later, he sold his fortune and even renounced his position in the Council of Six, and disappeared from Dalaran..."

"Uh..."

Antonidas spat out a few smoke rings and suddenly said to Gianna,

"Come back, Gianna, this is no longer something for you to meddle in, I will let Ronin take over this matter, if it is really Kel'thugad, then you are probably no match for him. ”

"No, I refuse! I'll look it up! Mentor, goodbye!"

Gianna, who had always been a good girl, was uncharacteristically tough this time, she reached out and turned off the instrument, glanced out the window in confusion, and then quickly remembered Dick's slightly strange face in the morning.

As soon as the mage lady bit her silver teeth, she packed up her potions and scrolls, pushed open the door, and walked towards Dick's room.

On the other side, near the capital of Lordaeron, in the bright sunshine, a gloomy middle-aged man directs the workers, and the center of the farm is preparing for harvesting, setting up strange platforms and some mysterious instruments, and next to the busy construction site, three iron pots large enough to hold a black bear are being properly placed on the ground.

The person in charge of the farm, the chubby boss, was standing beside the middle-aged man with frowning eyebrows, and asked anxiously,

"Mr. Kel'thugad, will these containers really give my farm a good harvest this year?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the farmer, showed a stiff smile, and pointed to the sign on his chest, which was a mage sign engraved with the stars and moon, which was the symbol of Dalaran, the city of mages.

"In the name of the power of magic, believe me, Mr. Agamande, with these steamers, you only need to mix a third of the water with the magic powder I gave you, as well as those special grains, every day, and steam for an hour, and I can guarantee that by June of this year, your farm's yield will definitely double. ”

The middle-aged man said with a serious face to the mill of Agamand and the owner of this farm,

"This is the most advanced magic research success in Dalaran, it needs to be tested in the territory of Lordaeron first, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to Andohar and Brill's other farms to have a look, all the farms there have been using this kind of steamer since this year. ”

"Believe, believe, how could I not believe in Master Mage?"

Mr. Agamand took out his handkerchief and wiped his oily face, he looked expectantly at the steamer being assembled, and then secretly glanced at the expressionless middle-aged man, and thought to himself,

"It's rare that these mages are generous once, and they actually gave me three steamers for free, hey, whether it's useful or not, let's cook it tomorrow first, and then you can double it in an hour a day?"

Ten minutes later, Mr. Agamander smelled the magic powder with a unique aroma, although when cooked, the green mist was a little scary, but the smell was really pleasant. Good stuff!

He took a pleasant breath, turned his head and saw Kel'thugad sitting in the carriage, and he hurriedly shouted,

"Well, Master Kel'thugad, don't you stay for lunch, the bread of Agamandel's mill is famous throughout the Tirisfah!"

Kel'thugad waved his hand at Mr. Agamandel,

"Thank you for your hospitality, but I still have to rush back to Andorhar, my favorite play is about to start, I've been waiting for almost a year, and I can't wait!"

Looking at Kel'thugad in the distance, Mr. Agaman pursed his lips disdainfully, these mages are really stupid to read, where can they not watch the play?

The farmer looked back at the farmer who was squatting next to the beating steamer, inhaling the aroma with a pleasant face, and suddenly he was out of breath, he walked up and kicked them.

"Get out of here and get to work! I'm going to put up all three platforms today, and I'm going to burn these magic powders for an hour, no, three hours a day! If this year is really a good harvest, I'll consider showing mercy and forgiving you a fifth of your rent, now, give me a job!"