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Arthas intended to pass through the cave of Lenstansom, and there was no closer way to go.

Even in recent years, rumors have spread that the cave has been overrun by terrifying monsters and that humans will no longer be allowed to pass through. Arthas only wanted to grow two pairs of wings at the moment, so that he could fly to Stratholme immediately.

He would not allow the pearl of Lordaeron to be tarnished by Marganis.

Arthas kicked the horse hard, hated that it couldn't run faster, that it wasn't 'invincible', that he hadn't been able to detect the situation in time and stop it from happening.

Like wildfires in the winter of disaster, it spreads unstoppably. Father is still dealing with rebellious orcs—creatures from another world, brutal and bloodthirsty, eager to conquer. At this time, in Arthas's eyes, it was all child's play.

How will the Father face this catastrophe - the madman who started this plague, intent not only to kill people, but also to manipulate the corpses of the dead to attack their relatives and friends, and to take pleasure in it.

Will Terenus handle it better? At first, Arthas thought he would—that Terenus should be able to learn the truth and stop it in time to save innocent people—but then he tried to convince himself that no one could. Tyrenus should be as helpless as he was in the face of this horrific situation.

The prince was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not even see the man standing in the middle of the road. He was taken aback, and hurriedly reined in his horse and dodged away, almost missing the man.

Anxious and annoyed, Arthas snapped, "Idiot! What are you doing? I almost hit you! ”

This man he had never seen before, but there was a surprising sense of familiarity.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and wore a cloak that seemed to be woven entirely of luster black feathers. His face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, but when he looked at Arthas, his eyes lit up. His gray beard parted to the sides, revealing a pure smile.

"You won't hurt me, I'll have to get your attention," he said, his voice low and kind. "I spoke to your father, king, young man. But he didn't listen to me, so now I'm coming to you. ”

He bowed. Arthas frowned, the man looked like he was playing tricks on him.

"We have to talk."

"It's you!" Arthas snorted.

He remembered. He knew why he felt familiar to the person in front of him. Terenus had told him about the mysterious man.

A mysterious man who claims to be a prophet and can incarnate a raven - who claims to be able to see what is to come in the future runs to the throne hall of Lordaeron and preaches an apocalyptic statement that a catastrophe will sweep across the continent.

"I don't have time to listen to your story! Get out of the way! Arthas roared, tightening his grip on the reins.

"The impulse of young people!" The mysterious man didn't seem to care about Arthas's anger at all, and his voice was a little low, with a serious and solemn flavor, which was one of the reasons why Arthas resisted and didn't crash into it.

"Darkness has fallen over the land. No matter what you do, you can't stop it. If you wish to save your people, take them across the sea...... Go to the West. ”

"Hah-" Arthas laughed angrily, he finally knew why his wise father didn't believe what this guy said.

What are you kidding, someone who thinks this way should be a madman. That's how Arthas looked at the mysterious man—

"I and my people were born and raised on this land—" Alsace said passionately, pointing to the lush countryside in the distance, "we have been on this land for hundreds of years, and now. You made us leave our homeland because of a plague. No, you're letting us run away...... This is my territory, and it is my duty to keep it safe and to defend my people. I'm not going to throw them down and throw them to those horrible monsters. All I need to do is kill the culprit and I can stop the plague from spreading. ”

"I was delusional that my son would be wiser than his father." The mystery man smiled self-deprecatingly, his bright eyes looking very uneasy, "You have made your choice, and I can't shake you with more foresight than you." ”

"All I hear from you yourself is that you have a vision. I believe in what I see and what I have seen, and they are the reason why my people need me to stay here! ”

The Prophet smiled sadly.

"We don't just see with our eyes, Prince Alsace. And with our wisdom and heart. I will give you one last prophecy. Remember, the more you try to kill your enemies, the faster you will send your people into their hands. ”

Alsace is not going to tolerate it.

"Get out of the way! You've delayed me for a long time. ”

As he spoke, Arthas gestured to the white wolf beside him.

The prophet followed Arthas's gaze, and then he saw a white wolf with a physique that was different from ordinary people.

"You?! How could it be ......" The mysterious man's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen some incredible being. He took a few steps forward, ignoring Arthas's gloomy face and looking at the white wolf earnestly. As if trying to see him through.

"Have you seen enough?"

The white wolf's red eyes flickered with a cold light.

The mystery man shook his head.

Lordaeron's standard longsword slammed into the mysterious man's chest, but it stabbed into the air. The white wolf did not pursue—just as the sword was about to stab the mysterious man in the chest, his cloak wrapped around his body like fur, and in an instant it turned into a crow of normal size, flapping its wings and flying into the air.

The poignant and eerie chirps are creepy to hear. The raven of the Prophet circled a few times above the heads of Arthas and the White Wolf, and finally flew off into the distance.

Arthas looked at the crows in the distance, and suddenly felt an extremely uneasy emotion spreading in his heart. He said it so firmly...... So...... Serious......

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Arthas forced himself not to think about the mysterious man's words, and said to the white wolf with a disdainful face.

Not hearing the white wolf's answer, Arthas was a little bored. With his legs between his legs, he drove the horse under him to continue to run forward.

"Who is he?"

The white wolf asked aloud. The sudden sound caused Arthas to almost fall off his horse.

Grappling with all his might, he grabbed the reins, but he finally didn't fall himself. Arthas turned his head and wanted to be angry at him, but when he saw the red and cold eyes of the white wolf, it was like a basin of cold water pouring down from the top of his head, and the flame in his heart was instantly extinguished.

"I don't know." "All I know is what kind of prophet he claims to be." Preaching that he saw a terrifying apocalypse in the future, he has been trying to convince people to move to the other side of the sea. ”

"He seems to know a lot of things." The white wolf's eyes lit up a little, "It's not just about the future. ”

"You think what he said is true?!"

Arthas's eyes widened in disbelief.

The white wolf nodded abruptly to Arthas's surprise.

"I could feel it, he wasn't lying! But I don't agree with his approach. ”

Arthas nodded excitedly:

"Yes, I will never abandon my people, I will stop this plague, and I will spread a peaceful and peaceful life back into my territory."

The white wolf looked at him like an idiot:

"I mean- he should have put a dagger directly on your father's neck......"

"......" (To be continued.) )