PS: Thank you very much for the 588 starting coins given by the brother on the 'charging time' again, this is the second time that the brother has sent, I would like to thank you in the comment area, but I don't know why I can't post and reply, so I can only express my gratitude here. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In addition, once again, thank you to the "Bo Feng Shuimen" brother for the 100 starting coins, the brothers have sent it several times, thank you so much for your support.

In order to repay the two, I decided to write more.

-- The following text--

Drifting in the lake, Arthas said that he would never trust any goblin products again in his life, and that the madmen had never estimated the power of the missile.

All he had left was a head, and his body didn't know where it had flown for a long time.

From time to time, a few of his men floated by, and not one of them was intact, and many of the undead, like him, who had only their heads left, seemed to want to say something to him, but Arthas heard only a large gurgling sound, like the sound of bubbling water when boiling water.

After a while, Arthas, who continued to follow the current, suddenly felt something hit the back of his head, and when the current flipped him over, he realized that it was his treasure, the fortress-class airship.

At this moment, his heart, which had already stopped beating and didn't even know where it had fallen, felt an incomparably heartache.

Three million, that's it......

The combined price of his dozen war airships and several small airships is only five million gold coins, and this fortress-class airship is worth three million, in terms of cost performance, the significance of its loading ratio is far greater than the reality, and as a result, it sank before half a day after just getting his hands, and this loss is unbearable even for the prince of a country.

Damn goblins.

If it weren't for the fact that his jaw had disappeared as well, he would have cursed the street by now.

Speaking of which, Arthas has been studying how to take revenge since he was free, revenge requires strength, and obviously, he does not have the ultimate strength, in terms of his disobedient holy light, he can't even beat an ordinary paladin, so he can only borrow external power, but artifacts like Frost Sorrow are obviously not easy to find, so for him, a down-and-out prince, all he has is the secret that Lordaeron has kept for thousands of years.

That's the power of wealth.

But Alsace, who is not recognized by any force, has money and nowhere to spend, fortunately, there is still such a group of races in this world that have no lower limit - goblins.

With a wealth of tens of millions of gold coins, the goblins gave him two options, one was to hire an army from various chaebols, and the other was to buy their engineering weapons.

Arthas won't trust those mercenaries, it's good to take the money and not do anything, but it's not worth it to sell him backhanded.

As an undead he doesn't believe in anything, he only believes in the power that can be in his own hands.

So he chooses the latter, and the goblin surprises him, it turns out that engineering can burst out with such terrifying power, which is exactly what he needs.

And now they have given him another "surprise".

Suddenly, he felt a hand grasp him.

"Your Highness, are you still alive?" An undead with only half of his body left appeared in front of Arthas.

It's Mograini.

Only a heroic death knight like him will not completely fall apart in the face of this kind of impact, but the fragile spine will still inevitably break.

Kindness...... How do the jawless undead usually speak? Trying to reply, Arthas suddenly became confused.

In response to Mograini, Arthas, who couldn't speak, could only make his gray eyeballs roll a few times.

Mograini breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, I'll get you out of here right away."

………………

Now on Magni's side, after the mushroom cloud cleared, some hunters with eagle eyes were surprised to find that Keldaron Island was gone!

Most of it was gone, to be exact, and the explosion turned the island into a crescent moon, leaving the side of the castle empty.

Similarly, the Fortress-class airship was gone.

"Why are those undead killing each other?" The dumbfounded dwarf closed his chin and muttered.

"I think I know why." Magni sighed heavily.

"Remember the spirits of the dead who tried to get close to us? Maybe we blame them wrong......"

………………

At the same time, high up in the hill of Fireplace, several cloaked humans were trying to convince an old man.

"Lord Tirio! You can't go on in willfulness! The guys of the Nightlight have framed us with a conspiracy, and the Silver Hand is dead in name! Now only you can undo it. ”

"I'm tired of the struggle for power of the human race, whether it is the light of the night or the hand of silver, as long as it can bring victory to the human race, it makes no difference who is the leader, not to mention that even if I want to, I have no ability, I am just an old man who has lost the power of the Holy Light." Tirio didn't even let them in, just bent over and worked in the garden.

"Then you don't even care about Tyran!?" The leader yelled.

"Tyran? He's grown up, and it's time for him to pursue his own sky. At the mention of Tyran, a slight smile appeared on the old man's face.

"No, my lord, according to the latest news, Tyran has become a puppet of the Lich King, please pay your respects......"

"Smack." The hoe fell, and Tirio looked at the man in horror.

"What did you say!?" At this moment, the Holy Light reappeared beside him.

………………

The Hand of Tyr, which has been attacked by the paladins of the former Silver Hand for two days.

Since most of the paladins were fooled away by the Nightlight, or the Twilight Cultists, only a few old soldiers remained in Tyr's hands.

These noble soldiers have neither the incomparable devotion to the Holy Light, nor the will to endure hardships and stand hard work, but only rely on the shadow of their ancestors to come to the hands of Silver to mix up a position and a half-job, and most of them have the Holy Light that is not as bright as a match.

Therefore, relying on these old men is obviously not capable of defending for two days, and the reason why they can defend it is that the attacking paladins are very hesitant.

After all, they were originally members of the Silver Hand, and it was only because of the stupidity of the top that they lost Stratholme, who had been captured with great difficulty, and they were so angry that they rolled up and swept away, but they didn't think that the Silver Hand was an enemy in their hearts.

The "Favored of the Light", who ordered the paladins to attack, claimed that the higher-ups of the Silver Hand had become lackeys of the undead, but they could not produce credible evidence, and people would be suspicious, which gave Silver Time to die, and if he could not produce any more evidence, perhaps his seemingly lofty prestige but no actual basis would fall to the bottom.

However, it didn't take long for the evidence to arrive.

………………

Arthas was finally rescued, and even his original body was found, and the rest of the can't be found is estimated to have gone into the belly of the fish.

To his surprise, it was Magni's people who rescued him.

Seeing this domineering king again, Arthas felt like a world away.

Unlike the previous meeting, where he didn't say a word, this time, Magni didn't raise the hammer at them, but responded to them in a friendly manner.

Nothing could be more convincing than a life-saving grace, so Magni believed that these supposedly out of control of the undead should be true, and that it was not a conspiracy, and even if it was, at the expense of the psychic academy and the sea of the undead, he also admitted it.

Magni's approval overjoys the undead that they are no longer alone on the quest for revenge, much to the delight of the Twilight cultists.

………………

The humans of the Eastern Kingdoms have experienced too many disasters so far, as if the Light has abandoned them.

First of all, the orcs invaded, and the human race almost perished, in order to survive, the free people of the Stormwind Kingdom could only roll up and roll north, and go to Lordaeron or Riptide Fort to live, but the good times did not last long, and more than ten years later, the undead disaster came again.

Humanity, which has not been stable for a few years, has rolled up and rolled south, but there are always people who are unwilling to leave their homeland, there are generations of memories here, and there is wealth that cannot be separated, but fortunately, with the efforts of many kingdoms in the alliance, the situation has stabilized, and it seems that they do not have to leave.

Just when these reluctant humans thought they had seen the smile of the goddess of victory, fate played tricks on them once again......

The king is controlled by the undead!

For a time, this kind of declaration spread throughout Lordaeron, and people naturally believed it, after all, if even a high-ranking king could be controlled, then what hope could humanity have?

But reality defeated this fluke, and the big lords everywhere took action.

Plague Lands aside, just in the hills of Hillsbrad, the armies of the two lords have already started to act, Talenmere and the town of Southsea have responded to the call, and even the troops of Fort Riptide have rushed here, and the soldiers who originally belonged to Fort Riptide have been ordered to return to their homeland, and the alliance agreement has expired.

They actually began to prepare to attack Terenus's camp.

Before the end of the foreign war, the civil war began, and the people completely lost their confidence, so whether they wanted to leave or not, they began to pack their bags and prepare to go to the kingdom of Stormwind.

By the way, a group of robbers who came down from the snowy mountains also joined them, but it didn't matter, it was just a small character who survived.

Whitemayne never imagined that one day she would lead her people to swing a sword at the king, but instead of feeling guilty, she took it for granted.

If the king does become a puppet of the undead, then these are the things she must do.

She had no reason to believe Ivor's words, and the addition of Fort Riptide and Talenmere made her even less suspicious.

Today, the lords had a brief meeting to discuss how to attack the camp, and to Whiteman's confusion, the lords of Tarummere and the general of Riptide Castle did not say anything, and when Ivor and several paladins discussed for a moment, they decided on the strategic deployment, and Whitemane had the illusion that the two leaders had become marionettes.

But Whitemayne didn't doubt it for long, after all, she was just a girl with little experience, and she was a girl in love, and a girl at this time, her heart would generally be on that person.

"Ivor, are your injuries better?" Carrying a basin of hot water himself, Whitemane came to Ivor's tent with concern.

"I'm okay Sally, the Light will heal me, don't worry." Ivor smiled a little stiffly, his expression made Whitemane think he was enduring the pain, after all, that kind of injury, even the Holy Light could heal so quickly.

But she didn't break it, in her opinion, a boy will always pretend to be stronger when facing the girl he likes, it turns out that Renault is like this......

"Then I'll put hot water here." Whitemane put down the basin.

"It's okay to let the maid come to this kind of thing, I don't want you to be tired." Ivor smiled and said, "Okay, let's go and rest, we have to go tomorrow." ”

"Well...... Whitemane nodded in agreement, but instead of leaving, he stood there squirming.

"Anything else?" Ivor asked, confused.

"That...... Do you need it...... I'll wash it for you? "It's really shy, no one else said, Whitemayne himself could feel how amazing the heat on his face was, after all, for a girl who didn't do anything else, this kind of decision was very humiliating, if it weren't for the person who decided to entrust her life in her heart, she wouldn't do it.

"Haha, okay, okay, go and rest, I appreciate your kindness." Ivan laughed and pushed Whitemayne out.

"I'll feel sorry for you when I'm tired."

"Well...... Then be careful yourself......"

The departing Whitemayne would never know, and just after she was gone, Ivor turned from warmth to coldness, and he looked faintly at the steaming basin of water, and lifted his clothes, which were densely covered with shocking scars, as if they had been swept away by a storm.

Black blood was flowing from the wound, and the flesh was rotten, and if you looked closely, there seemed to be maggots wriggling in the rotten flesh.

However, due to some kind of dark spell, neither the black blood nor the rotten flesh fell, and there was not even a rancid smell, the black blood seemed to stick to the rotten flesh, like jelly, and his blood seemed to stop flowing......

Ivor reached directly into the boiling hot water, as if he didn't feel the heat at all, he wanted to wipe his body, but he hesitated, thought about it, and finally gave up the idea.

………………

In the mountains of the Plaguelands, a group of people are slowly advancing, all of them cloaked, and the moonlight makes their figures loom in a very strange way.

They are Mavi and her watchmen.

It has been three months since these warriors have been tracking Illidan, since Mavi was knocked out by Zhang Li, they have completely lost the trace of Illidan, the night elves can enter the emerald dream, where they can communicate with some animal spirits, which is the reason why they can track for thousands of miles, but if the tracked person is careful enough, those animals can't distinguish the difference between demons and ordinary people, so it has been three months, and they only heard that there are signs of suspected Illidan here, but here is full of mountains, and it is not so easy to get in.

Illidan was there, but he was the only one, and his followers were placed somewhere else.

"Looks like the guys you're looking for aren't very useful, they're all messed up now, aren't they?" Illidan looked at a human with a sneering face.

"Our enemies are more cunning than we think." The human was speechless, "He obviously knows a lot about Twilight's hammer in a way that no one could have imagined. ”

"So what do we do now? All plans failed, and there seemed to be another demigod by his side. Illidan said impatiently.

He's on the verge of being patient to the limit, he's just trying to blend in with the Burning Legion, but he's wasted three months here.

"I don't have much to do, my only chance now is to open the Dark Gate, and if I can find a way to trick him out into the Outlands, Lord Kil'Gardan will be able to take care of him himself."

"Then why didn't you do it in the first place?"

"Because it takes a lot of souls to open the dark door, many, many, and many, and this may attract the attention of some guys, in fact, I've been collecting souls for a long time, but you've also seen that a human body is not suitable for such a thing, so you need to do it yourself, and it just so happens that there is a war here every day, isn't it?"

………………

Something heart-wrenching is happening in Stormwind, a gorgeous villa.

The owner of the villa is called Boval, the Grand Duke of the Stormwind Kingdom, and an excellent paladin.

With this identity, it is conceivable that he is the fantasy object of almost all unmarried women in the Stormwind Kingdom, but sadly, a vixen has managed to win the crown.

"Oh! Bolwal, you're still so strong, and you're all about to kill you. On the big bed, after a cloud and rain, tired men and women hugged each other, experiencing the warmth afterwards.

In Boval's arms was an incomparably moving body, she had rare black hair and black eyes and a delicate body, and the most touching thing was the smart eyes, like the most beautiful pearls.

"Katrana, my dear, I really want to be with you forever." He was fascinated by this woman, her every smile was so gripping, every inch of her skin, every trace of flesh and blood was like the most powerful poison against men, and Bolwal had fallen into it and could not extricate himself.

"Fool, you've got me, haven't you? We'll be together forever. Katrana said with a smile.

The coquettish smile made Bolval's move, and he turned around and pressed her down.

"Thank you for the Light for meeting you......"

The next day, Katrana stretched her waist and left the villa, and now that Varian is ignoring the government, political affairs are controlled by her and Bolval, and she controls Bolval, so it is equivalent to her controlling the Stormwind Kingdom.

Now it's time for her to deal with government affairs, and as Bolval's intimate little padded jacket, she usually passes early, and in the eyes of many nobles, this is simply a model of a good wife.

But today, some priests suddenly stopped her carriage.

"What's the matter?" Katrana asked, confused.

"Ms. Catlana, Bishop Benedictus has invited you over and said he has something important to discuss with you."

"Oh? Events? Alright, I'll go to him first. ”

Coming to the cathedral, Benedictus was waiting here early.

"You're here." When Katrana came in, and with a wave of his hand, the other priests left consciously, leaving only the two of them.

"What's the matter with me?" Katrana sat lazily across from Benedict, looking charming and lazy.

Benedictus, however, didn't seem to see such a view.

"Lordaeron was exposed, and that guy didn't just know about Twilight's hammer, he even knew about me." Benedict was talking like something commonplace.

However, this piqued Catlana's interest.

"Oh? Now that it's exposed, what are you going to do? ”

"In order to completely exploit their last value, I ordered them to disturb Lordaeron, and it should be a mess there."

"You're so cruel that you can even do it to your own people." Katrana gave him a disdainful look and said, "So what? What does this have to do with me? ”

"It has nothing to do with you, you can continue your game, I just want to find your father through you."

Katrana was shocked, and her expression immediately became as if she had heard the devil.

"What are you looking for him!?"

Without answering Catlana's question, Benedict calmly walked over to a painting and muttered, "The Twilight Judgment will come eventually, it's just a matter of time......"

PS: Ask for collections, ask for recommendations, ask for rewards, in addition, because it's a free novel, those who read it on other websites should come to the starting point to read it, anyway, don't need money, and you can give me a click at the starting point.