The blazing flames burned all traces of the plague, and the wood stained with viruses, blood, and suffering, was consumed by the flames.

The light of the fire also illuminated Arthas's face, and his green pupils stared at the burning flames, not knowing what he was thinking.

Locke and Arthas have been standing side by side for hours, and most of the inhabitants have not escaped from this sudden plague, but have become the skeleton of the land.

In another plane, most of the inhabitants of the Alterac Mountains fled without incident, but now most of the inhabitants of this kingdom are dead.

The bones eventually turned into ashes along with the raging fire.

"Your Royal Highness, the plague has been brought under control, and I think the souls of these inhabitants are grateful to you for it." Locke looked at the raging flames and said slowly.

Arthas closed his eyes: "May the Light guide these lost spirits. ”

Locke nodded, the dark age had come, but even if Locke knew about the coming of the Scourgeon in advance, he couldn't say it at the moment.

Because if he says it, these people won't believe it either.

Arthas didn't pray for long, he opened his eyes and said to Locke beside him, "The king of Alterac has colluded with the orcs and is stubbornly resisting in the castle. ”

"I'm sure you're very interested in what happens next."

Arthas nodded, put the hammer in his hand behind his back, and walked towards the city gate: "Come along, Grand Duke Locke, we will face great difficulties next. ”

Locke nodded, his main purpose in coming to Lordaeron this time was to solve the problem of his own background, he couldn't let this opportunity slip away from him, because everything in the Alterac Kingdom was destroyed, and only the nobles of the Alterac Kingdom who escaped could know the secrets of the past.

Thinking of this, Locke followed.

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In the midst of the wind and snow, on the cliff where no grass grows, there is a huge castle, judging from the stone wall of the castle, I am afraid that it has a long history, and the swallowtail flag fluttering in the wind is full of indescribable desolation.

Several tents stood in the wind and snow, and the shaking bonfires lit up the tents, the wind-blown tents whirring, the guards patrolling back and forth, and the roars of monsters could be heard in the sky not far away.

All have pointed to one thing, and that is war.

Unlike the icy weather outside, the inside of the tent is warm as spring, and the strong brazier illuminates the tent as if it were day, and there are many people in the room, but the dull atmosphere is very unsettling.

Arthas walked eagerly back and forth in the tent, and he said loudly, "The remnants of the Alterac Kingdom and the orcs of the Blackstone tribe have joined together, and there are six hundred men. ”

"Even more on this castle, do I really have to wait until the army of the Silver Knights arrives to be able to capture this castle?" Arthas said in a hurried voice, staring at the map on the table, which was a map of strategic analysis, full of orc army configurations, and human army configurations.

"There are only about a hundred of us, and although we are the elite of a hundred battles, it is difficult to capture such a castle in such a short time." The knight sitting next to him carefully looked at the map on the table and said slowly.

Locke didn't speak, he responded with silence from the moment he entered the tent, in fact, in Locke's heart, it didn't matter how the battle was won at all, the most important thing was the secret of the year.

How to capture King Alterac while winning is a problem that Locke is very concerned about.

But for now, Arthas and his guards seem to be busy arguing about victory in the war, in fact, since the beginning of the rebellion of these Alterac kingdoms, they have no tomorrow, and the constant flow of troops from Lordaeron, even if it is a siege, will be able to give them a pot to eat.

What's more, the orcs who are allied with them are simply impossible to rely on.

The Blackstone Tribe is the most notorious tribe of the Orcs, they were the most tyrannical existence in the Second Orc War, even after Thrall rebuilt the tribe, they were not willing to join the tribe, but continued the Orc's previous idea of conquering the humans.

This doomed those nobles who allied with the Blackstone Orcs to no good end.

While thinking like this, the door of the tent was blown by a gust of wind, and from outside the tent came the high voice of the guard: "The envoy of Dalaran has arrived. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, an elven girl walked in from outside the tent, she had long blue hair, wore a pale yellow dress, and held a magic staff in her hand, and behind her, two elven mages followed.

"Liliana." Locke said this in some surprise.

Arthas was slightly stunned, and then looked at Locke in some surprise: "Do you know the mage of Dalaran?" ”

But Locke reacted the next moment, although the elf girl looked like Liliana who had become a high elf, but it seemed that the elf girl didn't know Locke.

This also made Locke not know what to say for a while, he only nodded lightly and said, "It seems that I recognized the wrong person." ”

Arthas nodded, he glanced at the letterhead on the table, then looked at the elven mage who walked into the tent, and said calmly: "Dalaran gave me the letterhead that he would give the mage assistance, but I didn't expect to let only three mages come. ”

"Why, exactly?"

A charming smile appeared on the corner of the elven girl's mouth, and she said calmly: "Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Liliana, and I am a mage at the elite peak of Dalaran. ”

"Behind me, there is Dalaran's elite mid-tier elven mage. After hearing that His Royal Highness the Prince intends to put an end to the threat of the remnants of the orcs, Archon Anthony sent us to help His Highness. ”

"And think that this war will already be won."

Arthas nodded, then turned to look at the strategy map on his desk.

Locke also looked at the strategic map, the castle guarded by the blackstone orcs and nobles was surrounded by cliffs on three sides, only one side was a gentle slope, but it was already full of defenses, once it was forced to break through, I am afraid that there would be a lot of attrition, and there was no way to open the city gate.

But who is Locke, he has already begun to calculate the course of the war in his mind, and those seemingly impregnable castles not far away are not without weaknesses.

Locke raised his head and looked not far away, only to see that the quarrel in the tent had reached a white-hot stage.