After taking several deep breaths, Kael'thas finally calmed down, and he smiled apologetically at Benny: "I'm sorry, my mental power is seriously consumed, and I can't control it." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I understand." Benny sighed. "I'll go up and take a look, the shelling is coming to an end. You have a good rest. ”

Kael'thas nodded, and Benny stepped out of the cabin to see Benny's Eagle Riders crowding around.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, he ----"

"It's just a little tired, don't worry."

The Dragon Eagle Knights breathed a sigh of relief.

"After the shelling is over, you go and confirm the results of the battle."

"Yes!"

The Holy Light Cannons were more powerful than they could have imagined, and Andohar was completely destroyed, and smoke rose from the lit houses. The undead in the town were basically purified, and the entire town was filled with dust from the remains of the undead, and the gray earth polluted by the undead made the holy light black, and the cracked ground exposed the fresh soil inside, which proved that the large-scale burst of holy light directly purified the place.

"When you go back, summarize it and write me a report."

"Yes!" In charge of commanding the fleet was a lieutenant of the original Lordaeron fleet, and when Arthas led the fleet on the expedition, he happened to be on a shift in Lordaeron, and later ran to Stormwind with the refugee team, and when he recruited the fleet's combatants, he was the highest-ranking naval officer, so he was directly promoted to colonel. Most of the other naval combatants are civilians with experience in navigating ships, and these people are not yet capable of forming a strong fighting force at sea. Benny is always looking for ways to add experience to them.

"One person, including the gunner, writes a report on the proposals, and it is summarized to you, and you summarize their opinions and suggestions and hand them over to me."

"Yes!"

"Let's go back."

――――

Two weeks later, in the court of Lordaeron, the three Dreadlords stood in the middle of the hall, and Arthas sat on the throne with the Frost Sorrow in his hand. The Dreadlords had disdainful smiles on their faces, and their sharp claws were filled with the power of shadow.

"Banazal?" Arthas's voice remained unwavering. "You demons never remember the lesson, you seem to have forgotten Kalimdor's defeat."

"Your master has betrayed the Burning Legion, Arthas." Deselock's voice filled the hall. "The Burning Legion has rushed to destroy your master, and you, you will die here."

"I said it." Arthas flickered heavily with blue soul fire, and Frost Sorrow screamed. "I'm going to ---- eternal life!"

Frost's sorrow tore through the air, and with a shrill chirp, the Dreadlords eerily dissipated into the air, and the hall fell silent for a moment, except for the wail of Frost's sorrow and disappointment.

"Kel'thugad." Arthas held the Frost Sorrow in his hand and looked at the door.

"Your Majesty." Kel'thugad pushed the door open, followed by several Death Knights, their bodies covered in the ashes of war.

"Prepare yourself and leave for Northrend at once." He didn't intend to know what was going on in Andorhar, and the whispers and weakness in his heart were growing.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You seem to have forgotten us?"

"There are assassins! Protect your king----"

Sharp claws streaked across with dark energy, interrupting the lich's cry, and the door that had just closed collapsed with a bang, and a swarm of strong zombies and ghouls rushed in.

"You shouldn't be here, human!" Banazal's voice was triumphant, full of the thrill of revenge. "Deselock has long discovered the secret of your master, your master, who is about to die! And you, so debilitating. Banazar smacked. We have taken control of most of your warriors. It looks like your reign is short-lived, King of Arthas! ”

The Dreadlord waved his hand, and the once-loyal soldiers lunged down on their king, Arthas lifted the Frost Wound, his once light weapon was so heavy that his strength was rapidly weakening, and the Frost Sorrow had not provided him with any strength for a long time.

The Dreadlords stood by and laughed at the humans who had either defeated them or dictated to them in the past, and they had finally been pulled down from their thrones.

Frost's grief grew heavier and heavier, and a feeling of dizziness began to appear in his mind, and even the whispers in his heart disappeared.

There were so many of them that the soldiers he had commanded without much effort were now mercilessly hostile to him. The irrepressible fluctuations in his heart are the ones he has created.

"Too many, Your Majesty!" Kel'thugad said in a hollow voice, and the loyalty revealed in that empty voice actually moved Arthas. "Let's go! Get out of the city! I'll find a way to go out and meet you in the wild. This is your only chance, my majesty! ”

Arthas roared, and Frost Sorrow swung hard, not to kill the enemy, but to clear a way to escape, this scene is familiar.

――――

Benny had no idea what was happening in Lordaeron, and Stormwind's fleet had finally arrived in Stratholme, where he was talking to Lord Fran in his newly built house.

"The Stratholme area has been largely cleared of the undead, and our troops have all assembled in front of the Quil Salas Magical Barrier, where there is a camp of the undead, which is being cleared. Less than a tenth of the construction was carried out in Stratholme, mainly because of the difficulty of decontaminating the land and the lack of manpower-----"

Fran interrupted Benny with a wave of his hand, "You don't need to report to me, you're the leader of Lordaeron now." I'm old, and studying the teachings of the Light is what I should do now. ”

"Your body ----"

"Much better." Fran smiled, and although his face was still tired, it was indeed much better than when he was in Stormwind. "When I get home, I always get better faster."

"You're staying here for a few days, and I'll let them build the church as soon as possible." Benny knows what Flange wants most right now

"Go and get busy with you, don't waste time with me, so many people are pouring in at once, and you're busy."

Benny nodded, and walked out of the room with Mentor Allen.

"Mentor, won't you help me?" There was a shortage of manpower on all fronts, and Benny was already a bit overwhelmed.

"I'm better suited to stay in church." The mentor's smile was still as gentle as water. "Didn't Havinfa and Demithia both go and help you?"

"It's not enough, I lack all kinds of officials." Although there are nobles, they must not be used in critical positions.

"That mentor won't be of much help." Alan hugged Benny. "The mentor can only cheer you on in the back."

"Hmm." Benny tightened his arms and let go of the mentor. "Mentors must train more pastors!"

"Of course, cultivating another student like you is the biggest ideal for a mentor at the moment!" (To be continued.) )