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And when Crassus double-checked and figured out the situation, he found that he could no longer intervene in Alsace.

Today, Alsace is a hero.

His father, King Terenus, has fashioned him as a strong and unyielding hero, who takes on the responsibilities of his own prince in the face of demons and never backs down - even when he has to make some difficult choices.

In fact, a large part of these words are true, and Alsace was indeed a hero.

And now--

Arthas was on his way to the city of Lordaeron.

The bell on the bell tower rang, and the sound was heard throughout the city of Lordaeron, and Arthas knew that the bell could only ring when something great had happened—the last time it was struck was when Sir Lothar had defeated the orcs in Red Ridge Mountain.

Originally, Arthas thought that the next time the clock rang would be when he and Gianna were married—every time he said such a thing, his father Terenus would shake his head and smile mysteriously.

At the time, he didn't understand the meaning of this smile, but now it seems that Terenus's intention may be to unify the northern part of the Eastern Kingdom before he gets married, in which case the bell will ring in advance for a completely different reason.

Ever since picking up Frost Grief, Arthas felt that under the guidance of his master, many details that he had not realized before had taken on a different meaning - after abandoning the ridiculous preconceptions of justice, Arthas had a sense of grasping the laws of the whole world, and holding the cold hilt of his sword, Arthas could finally think calmly.

In the distance, I could see the moat of Lordaeron, the place that connected to the complex sewers of Lordaeron, which was once one of the few joys of Alsace's childhood, swimming in the moat in the heat of summer, and the guards screaming in fear.

It was still a hot summer, but Alsace didn't need to cool off, and if he wanted to, a large area around him would be covered with snow.

At the gates of Lordaeron, a large number of Lordaeron residents are on both sides of the road to welcome the return of the prince.

"They don't care about what happens in Burning Wood Village, the people there don't have much to do with them." A voice appeared in Arthas's heart, "The people of Lordaeron only care that I solve the threat of Bell Town - this is the selfishness of human nature. ”

Arthas possessed and picked up a petal, the once gentle touch no longer able to stir up even a ripple in Arthas's heart.

Arriving at the city gates, Arthas took off his hood, and his pale hair drew a low exclamation from the onlookers of Lordaeron, of course, more because of the great price paid by His Royal Highness to defeat the demons.

Does it cost......

For a moment, Arthas remembered Gianna.

The female mage who had been with her had returned to Dalaran, and she insisted that she had a problem.

What a joke, what's the problem with being able to listen to your master now?!

The bell continued to ring, and it seemed that Terenus had decided to ring eighty-one times—a remarkable number, and a sign of great change in the country.

Terenus's original intention may have been to build momentum, to blame the demons for all the dark and unseemly things that Lordaeron had done behind his back, but in Arthas's opinion, the eighty-one bells were just right.

Because according to the regulations, the death knell of the king's death is also eighty-one.

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Slowly entering the palace, Arthas looked up and saw Terenus sitting on his throne with a smile on his face.

Seeing Arthas dressed in armor, Terenus frowned imperceptibly, but this subtle expression was seen by Arthas.

Terenus had never liked Alsace wearing armor in public - he didn't think it was the right dress for an heir to a nation, and that nobles should be well-dressed and personable.

It doesn't matter anymore, though.

Alsace strides forward.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my child—it's really nice to see you return as our hero of Lordaeron."

Terenus stepped down from his throne and tried to hug his son with open arms.

But he found that Alsace's blue eyes were so cold that he felt a shudder.

For a moment, Terenus almost became angry, but the next moment, he regained his smile and continued to try to hug his child.

Arthas remained motionless.

There was an eerie silence in the halls of the palace, except for the sound of bells.

"Arthas, my child—what's wrong with you?" Terenus had a strange foreboding, and he always felt that Arthas was not normal today, "Is it too hard to fight demons?" ”

"My dearest father." Arthas finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, echoing strangely through the halls, "I'm honored to tell you about the battle of the demons, but before I do that, I'd like to ask you for something......"

"Oh ha!" Terenus laughed, "Arthas, you're still the same as you were when you were a kid, you always want a reward for completing a task - say, what do you want this time?" ”

Arthas's mind flashed back to several images of his childhood, asking for gifts from Terenus, and every time his father would smile and agree.

However, these images are only fleeting.

Arthas lifted his cloak, pulled out the frost sorrow from his waist, and strode forward.

"Your life, my dearest father, Your Majesty."

The eighty-one bells finally rang, and a blood-stained crown rolled to the ground.

Arthas didn't bother with the cold corpse on the ground, but raised the frost sorrow in his hand.

"Servants and soldiers in the depths of darkness, wake up—a natural disaster has struck!"

At Arthas's call, countless zombies, undead, abominations, and spider-men poured out of Lordaeron's sewers to begin a carnage.

Envoys from all over the world, curious civilians, the elderly, women, and children were all spared.

The ancient Lordaeron is coming to an end today, destroyed at the hands of its own prince.

And Arthas, who killed his father, finally lost almost all of his ability to think for himself, and now he has no emotions, no memories, just a tool of his master.

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The first watch, today is still the fifth watch.

This chapter has been written for a long time, and the fall of Arthas is completely different here - he drew the magic sword not to take revenge, but to take responsibility, in other words, Arthas had hoped to die with Marganis, so that Lordaeron could get rid of many accusations, but he survived...... (To be continued.) )