Arthas Minethir, son of Terenus Minethir II, prince of the kingdom of Lordaeron. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His teacher was Uther Lightbringer, and under Uther's guidance, His Royal Highness joined the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Standing on the rooftop, Belmont looked at the street in the distance, accompanied by the cheers of the surrounding residents and the sound of soldiers playing music, as Prince Lordaeron rode into the city on his handsome horse.

Who would have thought that in a few years, the prince, who now seems almost the chosen one, would fall into a dark fate because of a series of intrigues. When he chose to slaughter Stratholme, it was inevitable that the fate of the Fallen would be decided, and when he pulled out the Frost Sorrow, the prince of the world named Arthas had died, and all that remained was his body, a monster named Arthas.

"It's still too late to .........," the mage sighed, looking at Prince Lordaeron, who was on his horse in the distance, waving to the surrounding residents.

"Just kill him here......... As long as Arthas is dead....... The future will be changed......... That's right! The only chance! ”

As long as Arthas died, Lordaeron would not be destroyed because of him, and it would not have spread to the kingdom of Quel'Salas far away in the Forest of Eternal Song, let alone the series of tragedies that followed.

As long as he dies, the famous Ranger General will not become the future Banshee King, and nothing will happen.

So, Alsace........

Must die!!!!!!

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The visit lasted a total of five days, and since Alsace entered the city, all the people had been revolving around him. In order to curry favor with the future king of Lordaeron, Blackmore let his pet orcs engage in several high-intensity gladiatorial fights in a row to please His Royal Highness.

After that, he personally accompanied Alsace and even took great pains to hold a banquet.

During this time, Blackmore also sent someone to invite the mage to a banquet for the prince.

Fearing that something would be seen, Belmont turned down Blackmore's offer under the pretext of researching the subject and his identity.

At this point, no one is surprised. After all, he had come to study the orcs as a mage of Dalaran, and similarly, since the end of the war, because of the disagreement over the containment of the orcs. The contradictions between each other made the elves of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas angrily withdraw from the alliance, although Dalaran still has a deep connection with the Elven Kingdom, but the Kingdom of Lordaeron has a hesitation with the elves.

After all, it was King Terenus who asked for the establishment of an orc asylum in the first place, which led to the elves withdrawing from the alliance covenant in the first place.

Of course, these problems had nothing to do with Belmont, he was just afraid, afraid that he would not be able to make up his mind to kill the prince when the time came. At this time, the prince was not the second Lich King in the future, and he was not yet the monster full of evil. Now he is still the prince who is deeply loved by the people.

Now, he was waiting for an opportunity for Blackmore to send Taresa to serve Arthas.

By that time, Alsace alone...............

After that, the future will change!!!

Thinking of this, the mage clenched his fists and quietly waited for the opportunity to come.

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Fourth day dusk.

Blackmore was glad that in his senses, the prince, who had come from afar, did not say anything about him turning the prison into a gladiatorial arena. In fact, His Royal Highness the prince seemed to be quite satisfied with his hospitality.

Although he has unknown ambitions, the lieutenant general thinks that he should be prepared with both hands, and he still understands the truth that eggs cannot be put in the same basket. So he called Taresa Folkestone in front of him.

Blackmore asked, "Good girl, do you understand what I called you for?" ”

Taresa bowed her head and replied, "No, master, I don't understand! ”

"Then listen up, little girl!" Blackmore glanced at the clothes Taresa was wearing and frowned. "You wait a minute to find the chief steward to change his clothes, and then carry a plate of food to the prince's room."

"This ........"

"This is your master's order, you go and serve His Royal Highness the prince tonight, understand!"

"This, this ......" Taresha's face turned red, and she finally bowed her head and whispered in agreement.

"Yes, the host ........."

"Then go now!" Blackmore waved his hand and motioned for Taresa to leave.

Taresa bowed to Blackmore and left the room. However, neither of them noticed that in one of the corners of the room, an eye-like mark was emitting a faint blue light, which never came out again when Taresa exited the room.

At this moment, the mage, who was in the hotel, opened his eyes.

He lifted his palm, and in the palm of his hand, an inscription identical to the one in Blackmore's room was shining in his palm. Soon, the mark on the palm of the hand dissipated, turned into a little blue light, and disappeared into the hand.

"Finally .........."

Belmont stood up from her chair and reached out to take the staff leaning against the corner in her hand, her turquoise eyes shining with determination. After four consecutive days of waiting, he finally waited for the key point in history.

"Keep me waiting, His Royal Highness Prince Alsace!!!!!"

"Soon, that future won't be going on!"

Belmont was thrilled at the thought of what she was about to do. He's been in the world of Azeroth for years, and now it's finally time for him to carry out his plan to change history.

"And you, bronze dragon ......." seemed to think of something, and Belmont tightened her grip on the staff.

"Don't think I really can't deal with you, I'm from the level 100 era!!!!!!!"

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Taresa Foxton, the pretty blonde, had changed her clothes, a very revealing one, and was walking to the prince's room with a large plate of food in her hand.

"Wait, who are you?"

Suddenly, a man and a woman stopped in front of Talesa. They were the escorts who followed the prince and were responsible for the safety of the prince of Arthas.

“.... I, I'm here to deliver food to His Royal Highness! Talesa said with her head down.

"Delivery?" The male-looking male guard looked at Talesa and made the girl drop her head involuntarily.

"Yes, sir......." Taresa replied with her head bowed.

"My master, Lord Blackmore, has sent me something to serve His Royal Highness." At this, Taresa almost lowered her head to her neck, and the roots of her ears were flushed.

"Waiting? Doesn't His Royal Highness always dine with the lieutenant general? The guard asked, still puzzled.

"I see!" The woman in the priest's robe suddenly realized. Then the young lady looked at Talesa with deep meaning, and the pretty girl was almost embarrassed.

"Alright, brother, let's go!"

The priest took the guard's hand and said:

"People are going to serve His Royal Highness the Prince, so we won't disturb them, let's go......"

"But........ It's not the same as ....."

"Okay, Brother Alex, let's go......"

As she spoke, Miss Pastor forcibly took her brother's hand and dragged him away.

Watching the two leave, Taresa raised her head with a blushing face, stared at the door of the prince's room not far away, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

But the two departing guards, as well as Taressa, who had been restless, did not notice that a pair of turquoise eyes, hiding in the shadows, watched Taresa walk to the door of the bedroom where the Prince of Arthas lived. Watching her, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

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Meet again, Alsace...............

But this time, I'm not here to be invincible, but ...........

I really want your life...........................

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