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Squeak!

The door opened.

A handsome young man with blond hair leaned out from the other side of the door.

The Prince of Arthas was taken aback when he saw Talesa, a beautiful blonde girl, standing outside the door with a large tray of delicacies.

Taresa curtsied to the prince.

"Your Highness, my master, Blackmore, has sent me something to serve you." Taresa said with a blushing face.

"I--I'm not hungry yet, but please convey my thanks to your master." The prince looked at the blonde girl in front of him strangely, and said:

"Also, I'm wondering, what happened to his servants?"

"They were invited to eat with the other servants." Talesa explained.

"I see! Well, that's the kindness of the lieutenant generals, and I think they'll appreciate it. ”

But Talesa still stood in front of the door and did not leave.

The prince asked curiously, "Is there anything else?" Talesha? ”

Talesa's face turned even redder, she looked up at Prince Arthas, and whispered, "My master, Blackmore, has sent me something to serve you," she repeated, "something you might like." ”

Arthas reacted, looking at the girl's dress, he stepped back in embarrassment, but the next moment, an angry expression appeared on his face.

"Talesha," he said, "I'll keep the food with gratitude." I don't need anything else. It was evident that the prince was trying to control himself—not the girl's fault, but in fact she had been wronged. Therefore, His Royal Highness the Prince was full of anger at Blackmore at this moment.

"Your Highness, but I'm afraid he'll insist."

"Tell him I said it." The prince said unquestioningly, "I am the future king of this country, and Blackmore does not have the power and qualification to disobey my orders!" ”

"Your Excellency, you don't know. If I go back too soon—"

Prince Arthas frowned as he looked at the girl in front of him, then stepped forward and stroked her long curly hair, the bruises on the girl's wrists and neck made him involuntarily angry.

"I see," he said, "then come in." Fighting back his anger at the castle's owner, the Prince of Arthas moved out of the way and motioned for the girl to come in.

"Thank you......."

Taresa whispered her thanks and walked into the room.

When the girl entered the room, the prince of Arthas stretched out his hand and tried to close the door.

............................................................

As the girl walked into the room, a mage hiding in the shadows raised his hand, the aura of magic encircling his staff, and a spell had taken shape under the mage's control.

A spell that was enough to blow up the unsuspecting prince and the girl along with the entire room, and the mage had reason to believe that the current prince would definitely not be able to stop his magic.

A prince who had just become a paladin was not yet the Lich King who would fear the tribes of Azeroth, and it was impossible for him to escape under his magic.

Alsace must die!!!!!

With a roar in his heart, Belmont put all his worries, all his fears, all his fears for Azeroth's future behind him in this moment, and now he had only the young Prince Arthas in his eyes.

Lordaeron will not be easily destroyed in the army of the undead......

Quel'Thalas will not be captured, and Sunwells will not be destroyed.......

There will be no heartbreakers among the elves, and no prince of Kael'thas will eventually fall into the trap of the devil because of his people......

And, there's ......

There is also the Windranger, who will not face the fate of becoming the king of the banshees......

No more Scourge of the Dead, no more Ragnarok battles......

As long as you're dead, Prince of Lordaeron, as long as you're dead......

The shadows receded,

The spell used to hide the figure was lifted by the mage at this moment, and Belmont, holding the staff, appeared in front of Arthas's eyes, under the dazzling magic aura, and the turquoise eyes looked at the young Prince Alsace with pleasure and inexplicable fear.

"Die, Lich King!!!!!"

The mage hissed under his breath.

The magical aura on the staff turned into a blazing flame at this moment, illuminating the somewhat dimly lit corridor, and reflecting a golden red light in the eyes of the Prince of Arthas.

The future is going to change!

The mage's heart couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement, the future, the plot, and the messy thoughts, filling his heart with almost joy.

Belmont has reason to believe that under this inflamed explosion, the Prince of Arthas, who has just become a paladin, will definitely die here and be wiped out.........

TimeStop

An elegant voice rang out at this moment, and inexplicable fluctuations swept through everything around it, as if pressing the pause button, and the world around it suddenly became only black and white.

Everything was frozen at this moment.

"Strange mortals?"

The graceful voice was filled with doubt, and the space rippled beside the mage.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old human girl appeared in mid-air.

With long black hair, blue eyes, and a black dress embroidered with gold trim, the delicate melon seed has an obvious puzzled look on his face.

"Strange, shouldn't it!?"

The girl walked up to the frozen Belmont, holding her arm with one hand, and pointing at her little face with her index finger with the other, looking at the frozen Belmont with a surprised expression.

"It doesn't make sense! Shouldn't this elf appear on the original historical line? ”

"Huh? Turquoise eyes! Looking into the mage's eyes, the girl seemed to notice something strange and surprised.

"At this time, aren't the elves of Quel'Salas all blue? Aren't these elves green eyes after the destruction of the sunwell and after being tortured by demonic addiction? ”

"This elf?"

The girl frowned slightly, raised her right hand, anyway, on the mage's forehead, in the void, golden quicksand appeared out of thin air, converging on the girl's right hand.

"It's ....... How come the past of this elf is only a few years? Removing her right hand from Belmont's forehead, the girl looked at the frozen elven mage in amazement.

"It doesn't make sense! This elf hasn't been more than ten years old, it's unreasonable......."

"Nope! This eye color...... This elf ...... Not the elves of Quel'Salas from this era......"

"Time Travelers?" The girl looked at the elf in confusion.

"Who is it? Nozdorm? .......... Impossible, the previous ...... Sending two mortals and Crassus back 10,000 years ago had already violated the rules of time and consumed part of his strength. ....... It is impossible to have the strength to send a mortal who exists in the future back to the past, is he not afraid of consuming too much strength and no longer being able to maintain the defensive power of the Cave of Time? ”

"Really?" As if thinking of something, the girl lowered her head and fiddled with one of her hairs.

"Your Majesty?"

The girl looked up at the ceiling in the hallway.

"Lord Mdozno, is it your strength?"

The girl seemed to be asking about an unknown being, but received no answer.

"That's it!" The girl sighed.

"It's not a historical juncture yet, and even if you want to kill the future Lich King, it's impossible. Those nosy idiots, who can go backwards for a while, can completely make my efforts in vain......"

"You're in luck! The young prince ...... "The girl pressed her hand on the frozen flame blast technique, and with a wave of her hand, the spell that had already taken shape suddenly turned into golden quicksand and dissipated.

"If it weren't for not getting the attention of those guys, I really wanted to kill you at this time........"

"It's a pity!"

"But," the girl looked back at the frozen mage.

"It's not without ............"

"Green ......"

"What?" The girl paused for a moment, and just now in the midst of this frozen time, the mage suddenly opened her mouth.

"No, it can't be...... How so? A mere mortal...... Can you get rid of time? ......”

"Bronze ......."

A purple light suddenly lit up on the mage's body, and the purple light converged on Belmont's body to form the shape of a clock. The next moment, as if dyed, Belmont, who had originally turned into one color with this black and white area, suddenly had color all over his body again.

Not only that, but at this moment, he broke free from the frozen time and space.

"Bronze Dragon !!!!!!!"

An angry voice rang out, and a dense magical aura once again appeared on the staff that had regained its spirituality, and Belmont pointed the staff at the girl who was standing in place.