Demons slaughter in the city, and the nervous crowd of guards retreats from the gates.

Nearly a thousand improvised Silver Knights surrounded Lordaeron, guarding against the demons coming out of it.

Uther sat on his horse, his face blue directing the salvage effort.

A paladin escaped from Lordaeron.

"How's it going?"

Uther asked him.

Before that, he had sent hundreds of elite paladins into Lordaeron to help, but nothing had been reciprocated so far.

"Lord Uther."

The paladin who came out looked terrified.

"Everybody's dead."

He reported the news that shocked all paladins.

"Dead?"

Uther also gasped:

"Those demons?"

He then asked.

But the paladin's face was even more terrified, even terrified.

"No, Lord Uther, they were killed by His Highness Arthas"

The audience was shocked

"Impossible!"

Uther said almost angrily:

"Did you listen to the rumors that Arthas had killed his father?"

"I know him, he's not that kind of person!"

Despite this, Uther's heart was a little shaken.

As soon as they arrived in Lordaeron, news of Tyrenus' death spread, and rumors spread that Arthas had done it himself.

Uther had never believed it, but now she heard the latest information from trusted paladins. It is inevitable that there will be suspicions.

"Lord Uther, this is what I saw with my own eyes."

The paladin's voice trembled:

"I saw with my own eyes that His Highness Arthas killed the last of his companions with a blue sword, and"

"Moreover, His Highness Arthas also has blue light in his eyes"

Human eyes don't glow, and the situation of blue light is still remembered by paladins who participated in the orc war.

Some Death Knights glow blue with their eyes

"Shhhh

The hearts of many paladins present became cold.

Could it be that in addition to demons, those undead monsters also participated in this operation?

This suspicion was immediately confirmed.

When all the surviving people were evacuated, there was no more sound in the city of Lordaeron. A sound of neat footsteps was heard.

Then, from outside the open gate, you can see a group of people slowly walking on the street that has been turned into ruins.

Mostly like zombies. People with blood and rotten flesh on their bodies

A small number of them are riding on black horses and wearing silver armor. Paladins with glowing eyes

Leading the way, it is Alsace.

“”

Never in his life did Uther feel so cold as he did at this moment.

"Let's go, send half of the paladins to escort those people out of here!"

He didn't turn his head, but the calm order was still given.

Some paladins are ready to move.

"My lord, where are you going?"

Someone still asked him with trepidation.

"To Alterac."

Uther replied coldly, and then stopped thinking about it, and fixed his eyes on Arthas.

Arthas didn't bother with the people who left.

He walked slowly to the gate of the city with a blank face.

"It's been a few days, teacher."

That's how they said hello.

"I'm not your teacher, Death Knight"

Gray dyed his hair, Uther took out his sword and pointed it at Arthas:

"You killed His Majesty Terenus?"

The light bloomed on his sword.

When it was determined that Arthas had become a Death Knight. Uther will not show any mercy any more.

Who can be sure that the soul of that body is not some kind of monster? …,

Even if it was Arthas himself, it was a fallen soul

Uther is in his sixties, and despite his weather, he is still passionate about his career.

He won't spare any evil Death Knight.

"Well, it's me."

However. Alsace didn't mind at all.

He nodded in acknowledgment of his crime, but instead shook his head with some regret.

"It's a pity that his bones are too old, otherwise he could still serve me."

Arthas pointed to the miserable walking dead

Uther felt his anger rise all over him.

"You killed those paladins too?"

However, he continued to ask, holding back his anger.

Arthas also nodded:

"It's easy to kill, but converting them into Death Knights took me a lot of time."

Now, it's not just Uther. The rest of the paladins also angrily took up the weapons of the Holy Light.

The light of the whole color made Arthas's eyes a little uncomfortable.

He hated the glow.

"Looks like you don't mean to talk to me any further."

Arthas took out his sword and challenged Uther:

"Come on, then, and let me see how long your Light can last."

Very arrogant attitude

But this young prince was only a high-ranking paladin a few days ago.

"Destroy these monsters."

Uther gave the order, and then led the charge towards Arthas.

The sword neighed, and the horse's hooves stepped into the air.

Unexpectedly, Arthas was able to fend off Uther's attack.

"Legendary"

Uther's pupils constricted, a little surprised.

"Yes."

Arthas held his sword against Uther's sword, smirking evilly:

"Although I don't have many souls absorbed, I am now a legend."

Despite its thin foundation, the artifact Frost Sorrow greatly increased Arthas's strength.

however

This new legend still can't compare to the old Uther.

In the ensuing battle, Uther slowly overpowered Arthas. If it weren't for Arthas's almost immortal body, he would have died long ago.

"How's that?"

Uther suppressed Arthas with great force, anger in his eyes almost erupting.

"Do you think you, a young man, can beat me?"

The holy light on his body suddenly rose three feet high, like a god wrapped in flames, and he swung his sword mercilessly.

"Hmph"

At such a critical moment, Arthas smiled coldly.

"I don't need to defeat you, because"

A long sword stabbed through Uther's back. The old paladin stiffened.

"I just need to kill you!"

Arthas leapt to his feet, and Frostmourn slashed the Sword of Light and plunged it into Uther's body.

"Lord Uther!"

A frightened cry came from behind the old paladin. Then he didn't think about it anymore.

The light dimmed, and purple souls swirled with the sorrow of being sucked into the frost.

Arthas almost groaned at the joy of his newfound soul, and then let go of Uther's body. Walk backwards.

It was a paladin, with his hands over his face, looking ahead in disbelief.

"Confused?"

Arthas laughed cruelly.

He stabbed the paladin with Frost Sorrow, and whispered in the other's ear:

"Don't be confused, because that's not your action"

The ice shatters on his chest rang out with a playful laugh.

Alsace is not alone

――

Lights illuminate the village in the forest.

The elves took out a simple salute from their homes, put on their armor and robes seriously, and gathered quietly at the entrance of the village.

The elderly man examined the old man and the child, then nodded. …,

"We're all gathered, let's go."

He led the elves out of the village.

The adult elves raised their hands, and flames rose in their hands. Illuminates the dark road.

The young elf wakes up from a dream.

He lay in the arms of the old man, surrounded by gloomy elves.

"Grandma, where are we going?"

The child asked in a childish voice, his ears fluttering in the wind.

"By the sea."

The blonde elf replied, her face wrinkled with fine wrinkles—a testament to the long years.

"By the sea? Why go at night? ”

The elf asked, a little puzzled.

He moved mischievously. I looked back and saw the home that I was moving away from.

An old tree man stood outside the village, looking at the elves with a kind face.

"Grandpa Tree?"

The elf looked at it strangely, and in the dimness, the branches and leaves of the old treant swayed gently.

"Why doesn't it come with us?"

He continued.

"Because it's going to guard the village for us"

The elf touched his head and replied softly:

"So that the village will not be destroyed by the mountain spring leopard."

Mountain spring leopard?

The elves remember these abominable creatures, and they always love to catch poor bunnies.

"Can Grandpa Tree beat those mountain spring leopards?"

But he couldn't help but be a little worried.

The female elf smiled slightly and nodded:

"It does. Your tree grandpa is amazing. ”

The conversation between the two of them did not cause a pause in the group.

And, not only here, but all the villages of Quel'Salas are heading towards the sea.

Looking down from the sky, you can see that the entire dark ground is covered with flowing fires.

"I never thought I'd see this scene again in my life."

On the path of arcane, the silver-haired and blue-flashed queen looked at the flow of flames under her feet with complicated eyes:

"But is it really good to do that?"

She looked at her husband beside her.

"That's all we can do"

Anastaryans are very rare to hold a staff.

His calm tone was full of certainty:

"Only in this way can the loss of Quel'Salas be minimized."

This kind of Anastarian is very similar to the first Sun King in the queen's heart.

The daily family is always so stubborn to protect the people.

But for themselves, they knew that it was death, and they still ran forward without fear.

[I am also a member of this family. 】

The queen felt glorious and bitter.

Glory comes from her dwarves, and bitterness comes from her sons.

But

When that child was saved two hundred years ago, today's decision was sealed.

"Well of the Sun"

The queen turned her head to the burning magic well of the north, unlike any elf, and there was no obsession or reverence in her eyes at the moment, only sadness and loneliness.

"It's our last stand."

Anastarian looked at her side face and spoke:

"If you fail, you can only open the lock of your body" (Your support is my greatest motivation.) )