Few civilians know that there is an underground city hidden beneath the bustling city of Lordaeron. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, this dark and cold area was a key place for felons, but from now on, this area has a new role - the storage of the Helm of Domination.

"I've fought against the unconscious and unsane, and they don't want to be controlled." Garissus followed behind the King of Arthas, along with a group of well-armed paladins.

The young King of Alsace was expressionless, and he walked quietly through the streets of the underground city, quietly walking towards his destination.

A ten-meter-high platform was climbed up the stairs of the underground street, and several glare rays of sunlight cast in the center of the platform with the help of the vents in the passage of the city of Lordaeron.

The strong chromatic contrast made Arthas have to use his sleeves to block his vision, and he is a little uncomfortable with the sudden light.

Half a minute later, Arthas's gaze fell on the Helm of Domination next to the elven mage.

The Helm of Domination, which exuded a cold, frosty aura, still exuded a murmur that only those who could feel his power could hear.

Naozu's dissipation, but the power of the Helm of Domination remains, and the fragments of Naozu's soul remain in the Helm of Domination.

"Your Excellency, is there still a soul in this Helm of Domination?" Arthas tried to touch the helmet, but was stopped by the elven mage.

Darkan shook his head and refused, "Your Majesty, now is not the time. ”

Still calm, Arthas bowed slightly, and he put his brown-skinned hand back under the king's robes.

Darkan, an elven magister from Silvermoon City, beckoned to the warriors below the platform.

The middle-aged warrior who had been waiting here for a long time pushed out of a cold, damp cell with unkempt hair and a filthy body on death row.

"The King? I will repent, King of Arthas, and give me another chance, my gracious majesty. The condemned man prostrated himself on the ground, looked at his king in horror, and pleaded.

Arthas closed his eyes, and he descended the stairs, bowing down the condemned prisoner.

Without the slightest hint of disgust, Arthas treated the criminal as he did to each of his people.

"I'm sorry, I can't forgive you. But you have a chance. Said the King of Alsace.

The condemned prisoner didn't listen to what the next request was, he just nodded his head without any consideration or rebuttal.

Alsace smiled with relief, patted the condemned prisoner on the shoulder, and climbed with him to the ten-meter-high central platform.

The glare of the sun didn't let the condemned see where he was standing, but he didn't have enough time to think about it, and after the King of Arthas nodded in agreement, the elven mage Darkan began his magic.

A purple, dark psychic circle emerged from around the Helm of Domination, and Darkan closed his eyes, a cold power that peeled away from the Helm of Domination.

Slowly attaching this power to the body of the condemned prisoner, the condemned man looked up at the vent above the dungeon, his frightened eyes seeing the last rays of sunlight.

His body was changing, the condemned man's eyes were turning yellow, his back was stiff, and the muscles of his face were stiff.

"Your Majesty, am I still alive? Am I really alive? The condemned prisoner didn't know how he had changed, he looked at his hands and said excitedly.

"After a month, you'll be free." The King of Alsace said with a smile.

Just as the condemned prisoner was about to re-examine his freed body, he found that the temperature of his body was dropping, his muscles and even blood were clotting, and he couldn't even feel the feeling of breathing.

Only the consciousness and this inexplicable body are urging their souls that have not yet dissipated to carry out the instructions of this body.

Horror, joy, despair. The condemned prisoner didn't know what was happening, but he stopped making noise, he lay quietly in the cold cell, calmly watching the criminals walking towards the death platform.

The magic of the Curse of the Undead was successfully cast, and Darkan eliminated the magic circle around the Helm of Domination, rubbing his hands and smiling, "Your Majesty, after the Northern Expedition, the power of the Helm of Domination has changed. I don't know why the so-called Grand Magus is still imprisoning this powerful artifact, but as long as we have the Helm of Domination, our Lordaeron will be infinitely stronger. ”

Garissus tried to calm his mind as he asked his king, "King Arthas, do you think we really want to use the power of this strange helmet?" Our soldiers of Lordaeron are not afraid of any resistance or resistance from the Alliance! ”

Alsace pressed his palms and said, "There is never a war without a price, what I want to do is to minimize the cost of war." Of course, the allies can also prevent war, and we wait for them to negotiate with us. ”

Darkan deflected his forehead, and he looked thoughtfully at the Helm of Domination, lost to his own thoughts.

After stepping out of Lordaeron's dungeons, Arthas stood in the central square of Lordaeron, looking up at the royal court of Lordaeron.

With a long sigh, Arthas handed his robes to the guards around him, and he stood there watching his people walk the streets of this bustling city.

Garissus followed Arthas, and the carefully observing Garrissus said with concern, "Your Majesty, you need to rest." Your sideburns are white. ”

The all-night thinking and tedious government work did make Arthas a little tired, but it wasn't these things that really annoyed him, but that his relatives and mentors, who had followed him since he was young, didn't understand him at all.

"Go back, there's still work to be done." Said the King of Alsace.

The peaceful Lordaeron underwent a 'Great Purge', and after the retreat from Uther and Tirio, the power of all nobles and generals was concentrated. Arthas's diligence gave his Silver Hand an unshakable position in Lordaeron, and he became the true king of Lordaeron through his own wisdom.

The Helm of Domination caused all Kenrito and the magicians of the Secret Society to evacuate Stormwind, and the undercurrent was a precursor to the coming storm.

It's not just the King of Alsace who has a choice to make, Varian also has a choice to make.

In Stormwind Fortress, Khadgar, Katrana, Tulayan, and the nobles and commanders of the First High School all come together.

"Lordaeron's army has reached the west side of Southsea Town, and the prince of Alterac has relieved Torbain of full command. Riptide City's opinion was clear, and they seemed willing to sign the agreement. Katrana said as she looked at the nobles and commanders.

Varian took the agreement and said with a sneer: "Relying on Lordaeron as the center and establishing a city-state in the Eastern Kingdom, Arthas can really think of it. No matter how tempting Arthas's offer was, there was no way Stormwind would sign the agreement. ”

The King's voice was still echoing in the Storm Fortress, and the old nobles had already spoken: "Your Royal Highness King Varian, this matter needs to be handled carefully. We don't have enough resources now, and we still need to transport ore, grain, and even some essential materials from the port of Nanhai Town to the port of Minahir. Besides, our current control of Minethil Harbor in Stormwind is also a face-saving gesture from the former king of Lordaeron. ”

"Yes, Your Highness. We can't sell our goods locally anymore, and as you know, the inhabitants of Flashgold, Twilight, and Lakeside can't be used as markets for our goods. In addition, the Blizzard Guild seems to have also been pressured by Lordaeron, and now the port control of Southsea Town is the Lordaeron royal court. ”

"The alliance has given us a lot of convenience, and we can't just leave this big family. The Alliance needs Stormwind, and we need the help of this organization. ”

Tulayan looked at the nobles with an unhappy expression and said, "So you want Stormwind to become a city in Lordaeron, a city-state under a false name?" I know very well what you are thinking, as the nobles of Stormwind your interests come first, and you don't care what the fate of this kingdom is. ”

"Ridiculous, General Tulayan. When you say this, have you ever thought about what the entire army and country of Stormwind are running on? Without this, would Stormwind be able to maintain such prosperity and continue to exist? The nobles retorted.

Tulayan nodded, and instead of continuing to speak, he chose to remain silent.

Khadgar has always been accommodating, saying: "Leaving aside the military and economic issues, the key thing we need to consider is our rights." If we sign this agreement to unite the city-states, and use the city-state council to handle government affairs in the future, who can guarantee the economy of Stormwind? Lordaeron has four councillors, Lordaeron has three, and the rest of the city-states have two, and everyone knows which is stronger and which is weaker. ”

"And the economy is a whole, and when it is completely integrated into a whole, the dominance is not in our hands. When the time comes, our Chamber of Commerce in Stormwind City can only act based on people's faces. Of course, this also includes the nobles present. Khadgar said with a smile.

"The Blizzard Guild is definitely the perfect organization for Stormwind at this stage, they don't get involved in politics, they just trade and let our resources and capital flow into other countries. We can trade with this organization, but we must not put economic rights in the hands of a kingdom. Khadgar added.

After some narration, the meeting became agitated, and the nobles began to argue with the commanders to consult with their own faction.

Half an hour later, Katrana said, "If you agree to sign the agreement, King Varian will be able to listen to everyone if they have more than two-thirds of the votes." ”

The meeting suddenly fell silent, and none of the nobles or commanders raised their hands, and they all knew exactly what the difference between nibbling and swallowing was.

Varian tossed the agreement on the blue floor of Stormwind Fortress, took his squire's sword and said, "I believe that everyone loves our city and our country, and even if we are not rich and our military strength is not strong, we will still defend the dignity of Stormwind for the rights of our country!" ”

Tulayan understood what Varian meant, and he put his right hand on his chest and said, "Defend Stormwind to the death!" ”

After the meeting, King Varian summoned Count Catlana.

In the royal court's study, Varian asked, "We refuse to sign the agreement, and this battle must be inevitable." ”

Katrana pondered for a moment, then asked, "There are still orcs and black dragons on the Burning Plains, aren't they?" Is Lordaeron really going to start a war? ”

"The fight between nations only needs a condemnation and an excuse, as long as this war is branded as everything is for the freedom of the people, then there is nothing to think about." The young king saw it very well, he had studied and lived with Arthas when he was young, he knew Arthas very well, and he knew why this prince who yearned for glory had become the ruthless king he was now.

"What about the Archmage? Count Catlana. Varian asked.

Katrana shook her head and said, "Rollin won't care about the battle between the alliances. ”

Varian stopped talking, but he let out a sigh of relief and said, "That's right, it's a Stormwind thing. ”

"Tomorrow is the meeting of the alliance, and when the time comes, we will really be able to see which side each country is on." Varian lay on his back on the bench, his face dreary.

Katrana was the representative, and she nodded and left the king's study.

Walking out of Varian's office, Khadgar and Tulayan stood on either side of the door.

"Do you still have questions? The king is waiting inside. Katrana made a gesture of please.

Tulayan nudged Khadgar on the shoulder, and Khadgar cleared his throat and said, "Katrana, otherwise, let's go and discuss it with Rollin, after all, this is not a trivial matter." ”

Katrana looked at Khadgar in surprise and said, "You're not the archmages, and it's not a matter of teleporting spells to meet?" ”

"You're right, but Rollin won't necessarily listen to us in detail about these things. In matters within the Alliance, Dalaran and the Secret Society of Magic did not want to interfere. Khadgar said depressedly.

Katrana nodded, "I know, so, I don't want to trouble him." ”

"Maybe there's a turnaround? At least it will keep us out of war. Tulayan said.

"Cold War? That's no different from war, and it won't be long before we are dragged down by the Alliance! Katrana said.

(To be continued.) )