"Another contingent of migrants has lost contact with us."

In the city hall of Andorhar, Prince Arthas with a strap-on on his arm listens to a report from the scouts on the front, and he is currently the city's titular commander, the former mayor of Andorhar, who has been mobilized to Lordaeron to take charge of the large-scale resettlement work.

The inhabitants of several large cities in the Andohal and Stratholme regions have also begun to migrate, and under the protection of the Silver Hand and the local garrison, they have made their way to the Tirisfal Glade, and on the Whispering Coast northwest of Lordaeron, the first fleet of voyages formed by the Emperor of Lothar has set out four days ago to send the inhabitants of Lordaeron to Kurtiras to take refuge from the fighting.

And this is only the beginning of the entire empire's eastward crossing of the Endless Sea, and in the plan of the emperor and the kings, the people of the empire must be sent to safety before the Darkblade Legion in the south and the undead scourge in the north pour in.

The meaning of the empire's existence is never the land under their feet, but the people of this land... The Emperor's proposal was endorsed by the other kings, including the Sun King of Quel'Salas and the newly-born Copperbeard Princess, all of whom believed that the Emperor's strategic thinking was correct.

But before the human empire could complete the formation of the fleet, the demons began to invade, and then a series of catastrophic events, and now, with the defense of the northern frontier has been completely paralyzed, sending the people away from this land has become the most important task of the entire empire.

Even the most stubborn commanders, in the current situation, have to admit that they have failed, and they have failed badly.

But it's not without good news... After the failure of the first round of the demon's landing, the undead natural disaster, which existed as the demon's minions, also quickly withdrew its power from the land of the northern frontier, and the cold will that shrouded the sky over the northern frontier also disappeared, it seems that the failure of the demon also made these undead in the northern land feel... Fear?

"Where did that group of migrants go missing?"

Prince Arthas's eyes were fixed on the map in front of him, of course, after the ecological environment of the northern frontier began to change drastically, the original map was no longer useful, and the one in front of the prince was urgently drawn by the front-line scouts.

"The mountainous area between the Coldwind camp and the ruins of Talenmere near the Coldwind Camp is the new hill that has been uplifted upwards after the formation of the Dalaran Strait, and the closest road from the Hills Bled Hills to Andohar."

The front scouts marked a red dot on the map for the prince, and Arthas looked at the red dot and then at the green dot nearby, and he said:

"This place is close to the Darkblade's frontline legions... Did the undead rob them? ”

"We found a lot of demon corpses in the mountains, judging from the wounds on those corpses, it does look like the fatal wounds caused by the new weapons of the Darkblade Legion after redressing, but the heavy rain of the past few days has washed away many traces, and it is difficult for our scouts to determine where those immigrants were sent to where they were wrapped up."

The scout commander at the front said tiredly:

"This is already the 7th team of missing immigrants, we have lost nearly 30,000 people, the Darkblade Undead have no tradition of conscripting civilians as soldiers, so those people should still be alive, but my brothers and I are curious, what the hell do you want so many humans to do with these damned, undead who are taking advantage of the fire?"

"Some mages say that the Dark Blade is "captive" humans..."

The Prince of Alsace replied with a headache:

"But there are also information provided by businessmen who do business in southern Xinjiang, saying that the human beings in southern Xinjiang are not in a state of "captivity" slavery, but live as peacefully as we do, and the undead do not seem to interfere too much with their living environment, and it is said that Tyrion has supported a puppet regime, called the Federal Parliament... It's incomprehensible. ”

After saying that, the prince thought about everything that had happened recently, and finally, he sighed:

"It's good, it's good... Falling into the hands of the Dark Blade is much better than losing his life in the hands of the demons, at least the group of undead still have some civilized breath at all, speaking of which, is the king's emigration to Lordaeron over? ”

"Yes, the missing group is already the last group of people to be transferred, His Majesty the Emperor seized the gap between the fight between the Darkblade Undead and the invading demons, and sent the remaining civilians of the royal realm over, what a strange incident, Your Highness, that group of Darkblade undead seems to be coming for the demons, they didn't even take advantage of the chaos to attack the royal realm, this is really surprising, as if they were protecting us to complete the evacuation of civilians..."

The scout captain, whose hair was messy, sighed, and then suddenly found the ambiguity in his words, and he hurriedly apologized to the prince:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm not praising the Darkblade Undead, I'm just..."

"I understand, it's okay, go and rest."

His Royal Highness seemed reluctant to say anything more on this issue, and the scout captain nodded cautiously and quickly left the hall.

Arthas propped up his body with one hand, and the moment he got up, his head was dizzy, this was because he was too tired, in the last 4 days, Arthas has hardly left this command room, he has been dealing with political affairs near the city of Andorhar, including expelling some wandering natural disaster spirits, including coordinating the transfer of civilians, and even the plague removal of the entire city, etc.

It's all trivial, but it's very draining.

"Maybe I should go out for a walk and change my clothes, tsk, I smell all over my body, and Anna will laugh at me."

The Prince of Arthas smiled self-deprecatingly, and as he walked out of the hall, he said in a relaxed tone to the captain of the guard, Marvion, beside him:

"Is there anything interesting in the past two days near the city of Andorhal?"

Although he is already a real adult, Alsace actually retains a trace of the mind of a young man, he knows how to relax his mind, perhaps, he should invite Anna to go to a circus show with him?

"Well, there's no fun stuff, everybody has been busy moving lately."

Marvien and Faric were loyal guards who had grown up with His Royal Highness the Prince since childhood, and after the prince asked, Mavien thought for a long time before remembering a "strange thing" that happened a few days ago.

"But strange things do happen, Lieutenant Thassarian of the Andohar City Defenses, Your Highness, do you remember him?"

"Of course, that brave lieutenant saved me and you, as well as Faric, and a couple of seriously wounded brothers."

His Royal Highness shook his hair and asked:

"Wasn't he transferred to my squire guard? What happened to him? ”

"When Thassarian was patrolling the Sordo River three days ago, he rescued a strange Darkblade undead, uh, how to say, I've heard that the undead... It's fun. ”

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"This is the undead you "saved"? Tsk, that's peculiar! ”

After hearing about the strange thing, Prince Alsace took a shower and changed his clothes, and then followed his captain of the guard to the barracks, and the anxious Lieutenant Thassarian thought that the prince had come to punish him, after all, as a human being, he should not deal with the undead, and even saved an undead from the demon.

This is simply a big rebellion!

But out of Thassarian's expectations, His Royal Highness did not punish him, but asked him to "call" the strange undead out of the rudimentary wooden coffin, which opened his eyes.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Thassarian, dressed in a blouse, said to the curious Prince of Arthas:

"It told me it was called Rured."

"Huh? Does it still speak? ”

Arthas looked at the heavily armed undead infantry in front of him, and then turned to look at Thassarian, his eyes a little more vigilant: "You mean, it has its own wisdom?" Will it think? ”

"No, it doesn't think, Your Highness."

Thassarian shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his hand and tapped the helmet of the undead infantryman in front of him, and in the sound of metal, the undead infantryman named "Rured" raised his head like a real soldier, looked left and right, and then stood in front of Thassarian with his hands tied, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Wait for the order!"

Startled by the undead's sudden move, Marvien hurriedly drew his sword and blocked the prince's side, which seemed to be seen as a threat by the undead infantry, and as soon as it protected Thassarian behind him, his black-armored fingers touching his back, he felt empty.

"Wait! Don't be nervous, Captain Marvion, Rured has no ill will. ”

Seeing that the high-ranking warrior Mavien was about to slash at him with a sword, Thassarian hurriedly shouted:

"It's just protecting me, believe me, Your Highness, it won't hurt anyone without my orders!"

"Alright, put down your sword, Marvin."

Arthas was also attracted by the strange undead infantry's actions, he reached out and pressed the sword from the captain's hand, and then circled around Rured who was on guard, and after confirming that Rured was not in danger, Arthas turned his head to look at Thassarian:

"How did you save it? And why does it only obey your commands? ”

"Uh, okay, I'll say it again."

The young lad shook his head a little unlovingly:

"I was patrolling the Sordo River with a few brothers, and near Talonshire, I saw a winged demon falling from the sky, so I went over with my brothers to take a look, and I saw that Rured and a few other undead were fighting the demon, and they were fighting dangerously, but they were no match for the demon... Anyway, my brain pumped at the time, and I rushed up and killed the demon with them. ”

"And then it listens to you?"

The Prince of Arthas, as if he had heard the story of a troubadour, asked with relish, but Thassarian shook his head:

"No, when we killed the demon, Rured was badly wounded, its body and armor were torn by the demon, and you see, there is still a claw mark on its armor."

The prince turned his head to see that the front of the armor of the undead infantry Rured really had a hideous claw mark that had been torn.

"I didn't want to save it at the time, I swear, Your Highness, it was really an accident!"

Sasarian continues his story:

"At that time, we wanted to burn those undead, but Rured could still move, and it also had a soul stone in its equipment, it seemed to want to crush the soul stone to save itself, but it was too badly injured, I saw its eyes, there was a reluctance and unwillingness in those gray eyes, I swear I didn't lie, Your Highness, several brothers around me saw it at that time, and they can testify for me."

"Anyway, it's like a real warrior, so after we discussed it, we decided to let it go, I know it's against military law, but Your Highness, after all, we've fought with it, we've fought against demons together, anyway, I helped it crush the soul stone, and... And then that's it... It has been following me since it woke up..."

Sasarian hung his head and said:

"The military judge thought I was an undercover agent for the King of the Dark Blades, and I was almost sent to the gallows, but this is not the case, Your Highness the Prince, I have asked the High Elf mages to come and see, they say that Rurid's simple thinking is completely independent and shows no signs of being manipulated, maybe it was loyal to Tyrion before, but after being revived by me with a soul stone, it is now "loyal" to me. ”

"It's incredible..."

Prince Arthas looked at the undead infantryman Rured, who was standing aside, waiting for orders, and asked in a low voice:

"Are you sure it's not some consciousness that's controlling it? Like the Scourge of the Dead, perhaps Tyrion is looking at us through its eyes right now. ”

"No, Your Highness."

Thassarian shook his head, he looked at Rured beside him, he looked left and right, then drew up the curtain of the tent, and after only him, the prince and Captain Marvien, he whispered an order to Rured:

"Tell me your own story, Rured!"

"My name is... Rured, I'm... A soldier from the Western Wilderness, I died in the Battle of the East Valley... Your Majesty has resurrected me, Your Majesty's voice... Tell us that we want to protect the living of the Federation and protect the world... Antagonism... Fight the demons! The Old Gods... Our business... It's just! ”