Child, on the day you were born, the whole of Lordaeron whispered your name, Arthas.

I proudly watch you grow day by day and become the embodiment of justice.

You have to remember that we have always ruled this country with wisdom and strength.

I also believe that you will use your great power sparingly.

But the real victory, my son, is the heart that inspires the people.

Someday.

My life will come to an end.

And you, will be crowned king.

Nine times out of ten, things in the world are not going as planned, and this day is the day of disaster for the whole of Lordaeron.

After killing Kel'thugad, Arthas led his army on a long campaign of raids and clearances.

But it was useless, and the people of Lordaeron were still dying in agony, degenerating into a rotting scourge of the dead.

And Arthas, desperate to save more of his people, was bleeding from his heart.

In a small village in the Stratholme region, Arthas rescued a small group of surviving villagers, and a young boy named Timmy looked with reverence at the prince riding the Holy Light War Horse in front of him, and he asked, "Your Royal Highness, will you always protect us?"

Arthas smiled with relief and amusement as he dismounted, crouched down and touched Timmy's head.

"Of course, I will always protect my people, and I am willing to pay any price for that. ”

Some are sad, some are sad.

In the distance, in another small village called Talonshire, it was now in ruins, and there were no survivors.

In the ruins of the ruined house, a bright ghost suddenly appeared, as if she could not see her corpse with a trace of warmth, and she did not understand the mysterious voice that kept echoing in her head, the Lich King's will control did not play any role in this little girl with an incomparably pure heart.

Pamela looked puzzled as she walked quickly out of the house and looked at the burning ruins of the village around her.

Where have all the people gone? What about Mom and Dad? and... What about your own dolls?

Suddenly, there was a noise in the distance, and then a group of terrible monsters ran from outside the village road, and Pamela immediately hid in terror in her house, and shrank in a dark corner, shivering.

The ghouls wandered aimlessly, finding no breath of the living, and screamed in disappointment before leaving again.

The plague lands are now full of such wandering scourge hunters.

Who's going to save me!

Pamela was terrified, but she didn't realize that she couldn't cry anymore.

Lordaeron is burning, falling.

And the other latest news has Alsace even more anxious.

After all, a large-scale plague broke out in Stratholm City, and Arthas, who was devastated by this, immediately led his army straight to Stratholme City.

Uther* the Lightbringer seemed to sense the prince's thoughts, and he tried to persuade him along the way, but to no avail.

In front of the city gate of Stratholme, the sun was about to set, and the whole city seemed to be wrapped in golden light, which seemed extremely sacred and solemn.

"Arthas, what are you going to do?" Uther looked anxious.

"Do what I have to do, do what I have to do, mentor. Alsace's face was calm, and his heart was full of determination.

Yes, now that this is the case, what other solutions are there?

For the sake of the safety of the entire kingdom and the continuation of the people of Lordaeron, what other way can he do but slaughter the city to achieve the goal of cutting down the grass and eradicating the roots.

Sacrificing some people and saving the majority, Arthas has never been a superficial and stupid virgin, he knows exactly what he is doing, and is mentally prepared to bear the infamy that will come after all this happens.

"Your Royal Highness, will you protect us forever?"

For the sake of the Kingdom and its people, they are willing to pay whatever it takes...

Uther shook her head bitterly, "No... Arthas, listen to me, there must be another way, you can't just rush in and slaughter the city, this is a sin, this is a betrayal of the people of Lordaeron!"

Gianna covered her mouth when she heard this, she never expected Arthas to plan to slaughter the city.

"There is no other way, you know this, if the city of Stratholm falls and the people become undead, then the entire region of Stratholm will be finished!

Arthas yelled at Uther, venting his inner emotions.

yes, I don't want to, but what's the solution?

The arguing on the ground is inextricable, and in the sky, there is an imperceptible distortion of time, and the two eternal dragons are now observing the form below, and they are also arguing.

"Ionus, we must stop Arthas's plan to slaughter the city and save this human catastrophe!" said Templus, Lord of the Eternal Dragon, squinting his eyes, to his companion.

Ionus slowly shook his huge black dragon head, "No, Arthas is no longer the key to humanity's hope, let him go, the responsibility for the fate of humanity and the world of Azeroth no longer belongs to him." ”

Temple's eyes widened in disbelief at the words.

"What do you say? Our Eternal Dragon's mission is to save all of this, whether Arthas is important or not, but if you stop him, humanity will have a great military force!"

"Yes, I think there is a strong resistance, our mission now is to remove all obstacles in the path of the Being's progress in the south of the continent, and now that Lordaeron is also an enemy, it is also an obstacle, even if they are both humans, it is a necessary sacrifice. ”

"No, Ionus, you have been blinded by the Titan god who suddenly appeared, he may be the one who changed his fate, but he is by no means the hope of saving the human world! Forehead... ”

Before Templus could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He struggled to look down at another Eternal Dragon, and out of nowhere, another Eternal Dragon quietly appeared, and plunged its claws into his chest, digging out his still-beating heart.

"Farewell, Temple, your current mind has become an obstacle to the Titans, so ... Please die, too. Ionus said with a grim squint.

Watch as Temple's body slowly dissolves into strands of black quicksand and dissipates into the long river of the world.

Then, Ionus looked at the space-time hunter waiting beside him, "There should be a bronze dragon lurking in the city at this moment, go and capture him, although we don't plan to interfere with everything here, but it is also good to assimilate a bronze dragon by the way." ”

The space-time hunter took the command and was about to leave, when Ionus stopped him again.

"Also, I will do my best to collect living samples and trait information of the Plague of Natural Disasters, and I will send these to the Titan Gods. ”

The Time Hunter nodded his dragon head, flicked his wings, and quickly landed towards the city below.

Ionus hovered high in the air, continued to look at the human army at the gate below for a moment, and then slowly vanished.

The Eternal Dragon abandoned Arthas and no longer stopped or interfered with his massacre.

Arthas is right, the Eternal Dragon is right, and like the people of Stratholme, Arthas is just a pawn that can be sacrificed for the sake of the future and the big picture.