Chapter 508: The Old Man

Accompanied by the cautious Frost Sorrow, who had been facing the enemy all the way, Arthas came to the vicinity of Master Putres's room.

Because the master of potions and alchemy would always create some unstable factors such as explosions and fire in his real room, after several twists and turns, Putress' real yàn room was moved to the corner of the royal palace, away from the other scholars and mages who were supported by the royal family.

Because it was in the middle of the palace, the area around Putrus's room was very empty, and there were no attendants or servants who would come here, so in order to prevent the explosion from hurting others, the outside of the two-story building in the room was fenced with a wooden fence, and a sign was hung on it that I don't know who wrote - "Danger, no entry." ”

Somehow, standing outside the fence, Alsace suddenly felt an eerie feeling here; He thought about it and finally found the reason by his side.

"Xiaoshuang, can you not be so nervous? It's making me a little nervous, too! Arthas grumbled to the little magic sword beside him.

Frost Sorrow was now spreading his hands in front of Arthas, with a posture that he would block all dangers he had; The bridge of the nose is slightly wrinkled, and the tip of the small nose is shaking, as if to distinguish the breath of danger.

"Huh?" Frost Sorrow's eyes widened suddenly, and her body stiffened.

"How...... What's wrong, Little Frost? Arthas was taken aback by the anomaly of Frost Sorrow, remembering that even when facing the leader of the Burning Legion, the powerful "Polluter" Akmund. Frost Grief hasn't been so nervous before.

"Why is he here?" Frostmourn tilted her head and turned to look at Arthas in confusion.

"Who?" Arthas couldn't understand what Frost Sorrow was saying.

"It's ......" As soon as Frost Sorrow spoke, the door of the small two-story building suddenly opened. A middle-aged man in a dirty black robe, hunched over, struggling out of the gate, holding a large wooden box.

Seeing this man, Arthas also knew who the "he" in Frostmourn's wound was referring to.

"Kel'thugad? How did you end up here? Arthas shouted in surprise.

The man who came out of Putres's room was none other than Arthas's familiar old man, Kel'thugad.

In the original stream of time, Kel'thugad, who was killed by Arthas and then resurrected as a lich, has been a strong supporter and right-hand man of Arthas. Their intimacy lasted until Kel'thugad was killed by the Silver Crusade in his real room, Naxxramas the "Floating City".

After traveling through the flow of time, Arthas and Kel'thugad also met - out of friendship, and also did not want Kel'thugad to go down the path of crazy necromancy. Arthas introduced him to the royal city of Lordaeron, and decided to sponsor his research—on the one hand, to keep Kel'thugad with him and keep him under surveillance, lest he be messing with zombies; On the other hand, Arthas also knew that Kel'thugad was in addition to necromancy. There are some other things of interest. I hope to use the financial resources of the royal family of Lordaeron to help him.

But after that...... There was so much going on that Arthas didn't return to Lordaeron for a while, and more importantly, it was what made Arthas feel a little guilty......

I actually forgot about Kel'thugad!

After meeting Kel'thugad on the side of the main road in the hills of Hillsbrad, Arthas gradually left Kelthugard behind, and even in his spare days at Rapidsburg, he did not write to the royal palace of Lordaeron, asking Alfonso, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who was in charge of the work there, if Kelthugad had been properly settled.

In the original time stream. Alsace and Kel'thugad had a grudge, but they were more or less friends. Arthas was still embarrassed about his actions of leaving him completely behind.

"Alsace...... His Royal Highness the Prince? Kel'thugad was struggling to hold the large box, which was too large and heavy for a mage who had always been known for his weakness.

Hearing the sound coming from outside the fence, Kel'thugad looked up, and recognized the young child at once.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, it's really you!" Kel'thugad did not wear his mask at this time, and his wrinkled face, which had not aged and decayed, was completely exposed to the air.

But this also revealed his joyful expression, and he carefully placed the large box on the ground outside the city, and then wiped his hands on his robe, and hurried to the fence on this side.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, you are finally back!" Kel'thugad graciously opened the small door in the fence for Arthas, and said with a smile on his face.

"Uh......" Arthas walked into the courtyard with Frost Sorrow, but he was a little uncomfortable with Kel'thugad's appearance, and in his mind, Kelthugad's most profound image was the Lich's soul body entwined by layers of Soul Bound Chains.

"Hmm...... Kel'thugad? How did you end up here? Frost Sorrow and Kel'thugad were also acquaintances—though one-sided in this stream of time—and she asked with a grin.

"Oh, that's right, after parting with His Royal Highness the Prince, I ran all the way to Lordaeron......" Kel'thugad didn't care too much about Frost's sad attitude, and he began to tell Arthas about the experience after the separation.

"Wait...... You're saying you ran all the way to Lordaeron? From the Hillsbrad Hills? Arthas's gaze drifted to Kel'thugad's legs - was the poor thing all right?

"Oh, no, no, of course not." Kel'thugad shook his head again and again, and said, "When I met with you, Your Highness, I was temporarily lost in the ability to chant incantations because of a vicious spell cast by my enemy; However, after I ran for a while, my spellcasting ability was restored, so I used levitation and flashing to run as fast as I could to the royal city of Lordaeron. ”

That's right...... Arthas knew this spell; The Death Knights often use the power of Shadow to attack the throat of their enemies, which can be fatal to those mages and warlocks, as they lose the ability to cast spells for a period of time - it appears that it was an orc Death Knight who colluded with Blackmore at Dunhold Castle to attack Kelthugad. (To be continued......)