"Your Royal Highness, I..."

Dick opened his mouth to say something, but he found that he had nothing to say. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Arthas smiled, and the somewhat emaciated Prince sat down in his chair, and he looked at the restless Dick, and was silent for a few seconds, and then spoke,

"Do you think I should go to Northrend?"

This question!

Dick's heart trembled, and Arthas actually asked the question, if... If he can dissuade Arthas from going to Northrend, won't the second Lich King appear, and most importantly, how much will the world be turned around once the fate of Arthas, the absolute protagonist for the next 7 years, is changed?

Dick didn't dare to think about it, but in the face of Arthas's gaze, he pursed his lips and said firmly,

"No, you shouldn't go!"

"Oh, why?"

Arthas was a little curious, and although he didn't intend to change his mind, he asked,

"Marganis has fled there, and I must go and kill him, it is my duty and my atonement! Why do you think I shouldn't go?"

"Because it's a trap! a trap for you!"

Dick calmed down, and he sat down across from Arthas, and said in a cautious tone,

"I believe that with your wisdom, it should not be difficult to see that from the deliberate death of Kel'thugad, to your attack on Zurmartha, to the appearance of Marganis, even... Even the destruction of Stratholme, there is an invisible hand behind it, and his purpose is to lead you to Northrend, a continent that has been eroded by the dark forces, in this case, you should stay in Lordaeron rather than go on an adventure alone!"

Dick accentuated his tone,

"You can't take all the responsibility of a country on your shoulders, to change the future of this country, you need everyone to act together!"

When Arthas heard this, he was silent, and after more than ten seconds, a look of struggle flashed on Arthas's face, His Royal Highness the Prince made a gesture, and Faric, who was standing at the door of the tent, immediately lowered the curtain of the tent and escorted him outside the tent with his guards, which was Arthas going to talk to Dick secretly.

"But... From what Malganis left behind, I discovered the power of the undead scourge, which made me almost desperate, Lordaeron couldn't stop the undead scourge that was about to fall out of the nest, but I also discovered the secret of counterbalancing the undead! I had to go there! I had to get the sword!"

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

History... History has changed after all!

Originally, Arthas had heard about the existence of Frostmourn from the dwarven prince Muradin, a member of the Explorers' Guild, after reaching Northrend, but now, Marganis has taken the initiative to reveal this magic sword that can command the undead.

The cunning Dreadlord did not use the conspiracy anymore, instead, it put everything in front of Arthas, and in the face of this conspiracy, the only way to break the game was the sword, but this demon concealed the most crucial information.

Frost Sorrow can indeed command all the undead, but as long as it is held in his hand, the first sacrifice is his own soul, and at that time, even if Arthas has Frost Sorrow, how can he rely on it to save his country?

But on the contrary, Dick could not say this fact, because even if he did, Arthas, who had now pinned all his hopes on that sword, would not choose to listen, Arthas had his own set of standards for judging affairs, and Dick wanted to change it in two sentences, how easy was it to say?

"But have you ever wondered why Marganis would reveal such important information to you, Your Highness? If it was that powerful, how could Malganes give it to you? It's a complete lie!"

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

"If you need great power, I happen to know the location of an order artifact left by the Creation Titan, and that's the power you need to pursue!

Arthas didn't speak, he looked at Dick, his eyes full of curiosity, and finally, he clenched his fists in front of Dick,

"Of course Malganis is not at ease, that sword has a side effect, that is, those who are not strong enough will sacrifice their souls! I know that, but I am willing to gamble if I can tame that sword... Everything will..."

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

"Huh!"

Just as Dick was telling the secret of Frost's sorrow, a golden light appeared in the tent, Arsa's expression froze on his face, everything around him, even the howling of the sea and the wind, was frozen in the air, and Dick's eyes swirled back and forth, he knew what was happening.

Time stands still in a wide range!

There is only one creature in all of Azeroth, the Guardian of Time, the Bronze Dragon.

"Little one, I know who you are, and I also want you to turn the fate of the whole world around, so I can put up with your petty fights, but Arthas can't... He's one of the foundations of all timelines, and if you change his way to Northrend, the whole timeline will go into Time Madness, an adventure you can't afford to live with!"

"Don't try to change the big things that will affect the whole course of the world, those are the pillars of the timeline, you have to start with small events first, understand? When the world turns around to a certain extent, when the new timeline pillars are formed, it's not impossible to change these big events, but now... At least not yet!"

"I'm Nozdorm, the Dragon King of Time... If you have time to sit in the Cave of Time, I look forward to your presence, Time Walker. ”

The next moment, everything was back to the way it was, the expression on Arthas's face was still vivid, but Dick said half of what he said, but he couldn't say it anymore, and it was estimated that only a few people in the whole world knew that just now, the world had stopped running for 2 seconds.

"Your Royal Highness, you'd better not take any chances!"

Dick seemed a little distracted, and in the case of the mysterious Nozdorm who did not hesitate to appear in person to warn him, Dick naturally did not risk the destruction of the world to persuade Arthas, he thought that he could change the fate of everyone, such as Dalyan, such as Uther.

But now, the fate of the poor man in front of him, Arthas-Minehir, he can't change it...

This feeling of powerlessness is terrible!

Arthas saw the look on Dick's face as well, but he took it for sadness, so he patted Dick on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll win, I'll come back with that sword, I'll save the country!"

Looking at Arthas's confident smile, Dick suddenly felt a burst of sadness, he held back his sadness, and asked another question,

"Your Royal Highness, Stratholme, you can leave that matter to Faric or Marvion, I believe they are willing to give everything for you, but why do you have to do it yourself? You are the future king, your prestige should not be wasted!"

Faced with this question, Arthas's expression became serious,

"I won't do that, Dick, everyone has their own responsibility, it's my responsibility to save this country, I will never put my responsibility in the hands of others, not to mention, Farrick and Marvion have done enough for me, they shouldn't be burdened with such notoriety again!"

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

As Arthas said this, the obscure light in his body churned again, and Dick took a deep breath and stood up to salute Arthas,

"Well, then, I wish you a safe journey, my Highness!"

"Wait, Dick!"

Arthas stopped Dick, who had turned around, and placed a letter of authorization with his seal in Dick's hand.

"In the deepest part of Stratholme, there is still a group of undead entrenched, this is what I am looking for you, before I return, be sure to stop them, and do not let them spread to East Dalongmir!

"Drop... Trigger the quest, Alsace's Mandate"

"Hold on to Stratholme until Arthas returns, or destroy the entrenched undead!"

(Note: This quest is the last quest of the large historical node, Stratholme, and will be completed when completed.) ）

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

"Certificate of Temporary Liege of Stratholme"

"Green"

Using: Include Stratholme in Add-in Templates

"Description: The lord authorized by the royal family of Minethil proves that he possesses a mystical power that is completely unreasonable!"

This fluttering power of attorney seems to weigh a thousand pounds in Dick's hands, which is not just as simple as a power of attorney, but also represents the trust of Arthas, especially after Dick has made a move equivalent to betrayal, this trust is already a precious thing.

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

"Be safe! If it's irreparable, remember, don't get out of that sword! I'll save you!"

Arthas was a little overwhelmed by the intimacy, but Dick turned and left the tent when he had finished speaking, and Arthas sat down in his chair, recalling Dick's last words.

"Don't leave the sword... What does that mean? Oh, Dick, this is a strange fellow! so straightforward and mysterious that 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, he quietly left the eastern continent from the coast of East Dalongmere, and the accountability of the Knights of the Silver Hand was still going through a long and cumbersome procedure, and Uther actually knew in his heart that this was a sign of apology for Arthas when he left.

As the crown prince, he can't be untrustworthy, and if he can do this, he is already convinced.

This also dissipated a lot of tension within the entire Silver Hand Knights, after all, in this history, Arthas was not with Gianna, so naturally he would not feel abandoned, coupled with Dick's actions, it comforted his now broken soul a little, so His Royal Highness the prince would not become so extreme.

The "Stratholme Guard" convened by Dick officially settled in the Stratholme backline a day ago, that is, the line from King's Square to Fountain Garden, and with the help of civilians, they quickly built a solid defensive line, and the Grand Knight Saidan Dathohan also led another Silver Hand Knight to garrison the Scarlet District in the previous life, which is now the Stratholme Military District.

The two lines of defense, one in front and one behind, suppressed the undead in the deepest part of the city, and through several reconnaissances, Dick already knew who was in command of the elite undead.

Rivendell... This traitor!

When night fell, Dick carried the fire of justice, carried a lantern in his hand, and led several young knights to patrol the perimeter of the defensive line, and when he walked to a remote place, Dick suddenly heard a suppressed cry, he shone the lantern in that direction, and saw a beautiful woman wearing a white priest's robe, with an extremely hot figure, holding a letter, hiding in the corner of the defensive line, crying pear blossoms with rain.

"Ahem... Ms. Whitemayne, do you have anything to worry about?"

Dick laughed and looked at the beautiful woman who made me feel pity, and as a result, he received a big white eye,

"Don't be pretty, Knight Dick, this disgusts me!"

The beautiful woman turned her head to see Dick's young face, and immediately stopped crying, snorted coldly 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 Renault's scum wanted to kill his father for this woman, this is simply a charming goblin!

But what does this have to do with you?

Dick looked at the deep darkness inside the miserable Stratholme, shrugged his shoulders, and continued to patrol forward with the lamp.

The night was still cold, but after Stratholme's popularity returned, it was brightly lit.