"Warriors of the Light, purify this fallen land!"

Alessandro Mograini rode on a lean, battlearmoured warhorse, holding a sword surging with the power of holy light in his hand, and with his charge, the plague troll in front of him was mercilessly knocked out, but before the creature could land, Mograine's left hand flicked, and a blazing holy light fell on the head of the undead. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It wailed and turned into ashes, scattered on the ground.

The knights are charging, and even though all the trolls in the Zurmassa region have been transformed into plague trolls, they are not sane, and they can't even make a small splash in the face of the collective charge of hundreds of paladins.

Dick led a team deep into Zulmatha, they didn't ride horses, in this rotten moss troll base camp, the war horses couldn't be used at all, so most of the plague trolls had already gone out to stop the paladins, so Dick took Erigor and Dalyan, as well as a few knights, swaggering here, and did not encounter an enemy that could not be opposed.

"Look there!"

Dick pointed to the plague steamer erected in the distance, and said to Erigor,

"That's the evil instrument of the Cursed Cultists to create the plague, they vaporize the plague, and the land is shrouded in a mist containing the plague, and we must destroy these things!"

"No problem, leave it to us!"

Erigor walked in the direction of the steamers with a few paladins, probably sensing the paladin's attack, and all the cursed mages had already withdrawn, so there was no need to worry about Erigor's safety.

Instead of following, Dick led the rest of the knights and continued deep into the interior of Zulmatha, where they were ordered to completely destroy the dark stronghold, which Dick was about to do, but before he could collect the most useful thing here.

"Dalyan, you take the three knights to the left, and I go to the right, remember, even if the rotten moss trolls are not infected with the plague, they are also a race that believes in darkness, so don't show mercy, all items with dark magic must be collected and handed over to the Grand Knight of Uther to deal with!"

Dick spoke to Dalyan, who was walking behind him, the child was only 19 years old this year, under Mograine's high-pressure education, he seemed polite, and his movements made him look very energetic, but he was still a little young, a somewhat shy child, after hearing that Dick had killed a team of undead and an abomination by himself, he followed Dick as if he were an idolater.

It's not that Dalyan hasn't seen the world, in fact, Dick still wants to underestimate the domineering bonus of his career template, his record is already brilliant, the same as the record of the great knight Saidan Dasohan, but who is Dasohan?

That is the first generation of paladins, the second person in the Knights of the Silver Hand, in fact, the average paladin has a very hard time in the face of an abomination, and it has not yet reached the age when the paladin is really carried forward, so Dick's record is definitely to make Dalyan look sideways, even his unsmiling father personally praised Dick as a real warrior.

"Okay, Brother Dick. ”

Darian nodded, picked up his sword from behind his back, and walked away with the knights, while Dick told the knights who followed him to disperse and search, and he headed straight for the altar of the rotten moss troll.

When the Troll Empire was in its heyday, it once worshipped an evil god named Haka, although this guy was very weak in the face of the real strong, but in fact, he could be called an evil god and have the name of a soul snatcher, and it was definitely not weak, Haka was banished to another space by the Green Dragon Legion when the Troll Empire fell, and if you want to re-summon it, you need three ancient troll tablets.

Dick happened to know that one of the tablets was hidden here.

Although it was still a long time before the cultists of the cult Hakka collected the troll tablets, Dick felt that it was better to keep this dangerous thing in his own place.

Ten minutes later, Dick returned to the camp with the unscathed paladins unscathed, and Erigor and Dalyan took their booty and said goodbye to Dick, and left happy.

Although the trolls are now down, but their ancestors are also wide, and the rotten moss trolls were also a branch of the Amani trolls who were once in the limelight, so in their lair, they found a lot of valuable ancient magic weapons, and these Dicks didn't want them all, and divided them equally among the knights.

Dick didn't look down on weapons that were blue at most because he had artifacts like the Flame of Justice and Scamdor-Exterminator, but he ignored that in the real world, even weakly enchanted weapons were quite precious, so soon, the name "Generous Dick" spread throughout the camp.

But that's a bonus.

But just as Dick entered the command, he heard Arthas's weak, paranoid voice,

"You don't have to persuade me anymore, I have to go to Stratholme!"

His Royal Highness, who was already very weak, was sitting in a chair, his armor still had traces of the aftermath of the battle, and the whole person looked a little sloppy, but his eyes were full of a determined gaze, even inclined to stubbornness and madness.

"You have seen the tragedy of Andohar, I was powerless at the time, but now, I am going to Stratholme, and I am going to expel evil from my people before it befalls me!"

Uther and Alessandro, the two real tycoons, sat in their chairs and did not speak, on the contrary, the younger Gianna seemed much more angry, and she did not notice Dick enter the tent, but stood up and shouted at Arthas,

"But that doesn't mean you're going to pay for yourself! Listen to me, Arthas, the evil forces in Stratholme, have laid a trap for you, they are taking advantage of your justice and mercy, you can't go to Stratholme!"

"But what about my people!"

Arthas's tone also became intense, and he stared at Gianna without flinching, like an angry lion,

"I'm going to give up on them just because of a vague speculation? What are you kidding, Gianna! You're also the crown prince of a country, can't you understand my pressure and feelings?

Gianna was speechless for a moment, and she was about to retort, but Dick's left hand was grabbed, and she looked at Dick, who shook his head at her, and then took a few steps, Dick took a deep breath and said to the irascible Arthas,

"Your Royal Highness, please calm down, the situation in Stratholme is not as bad as you think, although Baron Rivendell has betrayed, he does not have enough troops in his hands to occupy the whole of Stratholme, we can send the ascetics of the Chapel of the Wish of the Light to purify that city with a large ritual of the Light, the knights of Uther, the ascetics can do this, right?"

Dick turned to Uther, who immediately understood what Dick meant, and he nodded,

"Yes, Arthas, the ascetics can build a barrier of holy light in 2 days and purify the city of all evil, so you don't have to worry at all, you don't have to be so stubborn, as the crown prince, your body is the most important thing at the moment. ”

According to the plot of the previous life, the plague had begun to spread in Stratholme at this time, but because this time there was no big killer like the Cataclysmic Steamer, therefore, the plague only spread in the form of a disease, and there were hundreds of thousands of people in Stratholme, which is one of the largest cities in the world today, so according to Dick, if the ascetics were fast enough, they could save at least half of the people.

But if Arthas appeared outside Stratholme now, the Dreadlord who had been prepared for a long time would immediately capture his mind and give him the terrible order to "slaughter the city".

It is no exaggeration to say that Stratholme was definitely a turning point in Arthas's life, and it was from here that he kept the righteous and merciful torture of his heart, slaughtering the civilians who respected him, this event really awakened the dark side of his heart, and since then he has embarked on a road of no return.

Looking at Arthas's face gradually quieting down, Dick breathed a sigh of relief, if he could persuade Arthas here, then he was absolutely sure to complete the task of "Historical Node - Stratholme" ahead of schedule, because the event itself revolved around Arthas.

"Dick... You have a point... If the ascetics make a promise, then I can..."

But just when everyone who knew the inside story was relieved, a voice that caught everyone off guard appeared outside the tent,

"Your Royal Highness, urgent news from Stratholme!"

"Oops!"

The thought crossed Dick's mind, and the next moment, a knight with a helmet rushed into the tent, half-knelt on the ground, and handed a scroll to Arthas.

But at this moment, Dick suddenly drew out the fire of justice behind him, smashed his head at the ordinary-looking soldier, and shouted,

"Stop him! there's something wrong with that soldier!"

He certainly wasn't shouting nonsense, because in his eyes, this seamless disguise didn't mean anything at all.

"Marganis"

"High Lord"

"Nasrezm Vampire Demon (Dreadlord)"

"Strength -260, Dexterity -250, Energy -1500, Mana -1000"

"Evaluation: The Burning Legion High-Level Demon, compared to the strength of frontal combat, it is more powerful, and it is a trick to deceive people's minds. ”

Dick's movement immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tent, but as soon as he shouted this sentence, he immediately felt a danger in his heart, and he didn't think about gathering all the holy energy around his body, and a thin shield of holy light blocked him in front of him.

"Bell!"

Marganis, who had drawn the prototype, grinned and clawed at Dick's barrier of light, a life-saving skill he had just learned from Eregor that saved his life, known as "invincible" in the game, but in the real world, it could only block a blow from Malganis.

After all, the Holy Light is not invincible in this world.

But when Uther and Alessandro grabbed their weapons and raised their lights, Malganis had no time to grab a second claw, and he turned his head to look at Arthas who was close at hand, and the gray-purple wings wrapped around his body, turned into a swarm of flying bats, and disappeared into the camp.

However, before leaving, Marganis still left his "gift".

"Hahaha, this is just the beginning, little prince, I am Marganis, the "mastermind" you have been looking for, open your eyes and see, your people belong to me, I will turn them all into my slaves, they will take my "gifts" all over your country, I will let Lordaeron fire of life... Extinguish forever! And you can only watch it all!"

Arthas stood up from his chair with a blank scroll, and Dick's worst fears happened, and he roared into the empty sky,

"I won't let you get away with it! Marganis, I'd rather end the fate of that city with my own hands than let my people become your servants of spreading evil!