Arthas and the others, who were unaware of the disaster in Lordaeron, had been besieged in Andorhar for three days.

In the past three days, they barely relied on the dry food they carried to support, but each soldier's physical and mental strength had reached the limit, their faces were withered, their spirits were exhausted, and some soldiers even had symptoms of vomiting and dizziness, and could only lie weakly in the rest area made of armor.

In the past three days, neither Arthas, Gianna, nor Farrar have closed their eyes, and they have been looking for a way to break through this barrier all the time, but all they have obtained is despair.

Exhausted, Arthas leaned against a ruin with his forehead bowed.

He was already too tired, and the drizzle of water flowed down the prince's long golden hair like a small snake, and all around him lay hungry soldiers, and the double torture of body and mind pushed Arthas to the brink of collapse, and perhaps it only took the last fatal straw to completely destroy him.

And just then, a gray crow streaked across the silent night sky, and with a beautiful whirlwind, it landed straight on a dead branch.

No one noticed this detail, but what happened next was something they couldn't help but pay attention to.

In a burst of green light, the crow gradually lost its feathers and turned into an old man in a black robe. He held the wooden scepter in his hand aloft, chanting an obscure incantation.

"Click!!"

The black-purple edge of the enchantment began to crack, and as the old man's chant became more and more intense, the crack gradually expanded, extending wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally crawling densely throughout the enchantment.

"Bang!!"

The sound of the barrier shattering resounded in the night sky, and the languishing soldiers were awakened by the sound, and they struggled to get up from the ground, raising their weapons and gathering together.

And after Alsace and Gianna glanced at each other, they ran in the direction of the black-robed old man for the first time.

"May the Light... Bless you, friend, and thank you for saving us. ”

Arthas gasped heavily, he looked at the black-robed old man, as if he had seen a lighthouse in the trek, the joy in his heart was indescribable, and Gianna beside him was also tired with joy in her eyes.

"I'm sorry for being late, but now you must listen to me, valiant prince. ”

Putting away the staff, the black-robed old man's voice sounded a little anxious, and a pair of eyes sparkled in the dark hood: "Listen to me, child." The land is about to fall, and the terrifying Lord of Darkness has descended on your kingdom, and you can't stop it from happening. If you really want to save your people, your kingdom, you must lead them across the ocean to the west. ”

The mysterious old man's words silenced Arthas for a moment, but out of respect, the prince still pulled out an embarrassed smile: "I don't know who you are, but I am very grateful to you for saving my soldiers." ”

Then, the prince's expression froze, and there was a determined demeanor in his tired eyes: "But I'm sorry, this is my land, and the only way to support me is to defend my people! No matter how terrible this disaster is, I will not easily abandon them to this terrifying existence, I will find the mastermind behind the scenes, and then destroy it and save this crisis!"

During the days he spent in Andohar, Arthas had been thinking about what had happened recently, and the more he thought about it, the more frightening the conclusions he came to become.

First of all, this plague was definitely not a simple accident, it must have been a long-planned conspiracy, he initially thought that the mastermind behind it was the Lord Odirika who pretended to defect to his father, but as he thought more deeply, he realized that there was someone else.

He didn't know who it was for the time being, but he swore he would find it out!!

"Poor prince, your shallow mind doesn't realize what a terrible thing this will be, if you don't follow my method, the whole continent will be doomed!!" the mysterious old man stomped the staff in his hand vigorously, and his mood looked a little worried.

"Why? I don't believe it, who the hell are you?"

The old man sighed: "My name is... Medivan. ”

"Medivan?!"

Arthas muttered the name, there was no such person in his memory.

"My name doesn't matter. ”

The black-robed old man lifted his black hood, revealing a pair of eyes full of wisdom, and at the same time, his withered hand also tightly grasped Arthas's arm: "Son, your father has already rejected my first suggestion and let it all go smoothly according to the Lich King's plan, if you reject my second suggestion, then not only the kingdom of Lordaeron, but even the entire human world... will all be destroyed!!"

Arthas stared at the dark eyes, and the remnants of his sanity told him that the old man's words were probably not alarmist, and that the whole incident was far more complicated than he had imagined.

But the few numbers of the "Lich King" sparked all the anger in his chest...

"Who is the Lich King?is behind this plague?tell me what happened!!"

The long-accumulated hatred rushed to his heart, and at this moment, the prince was eager to break the body of the man behind the scenes.

"Calm down, young prince, I can't tell you the whole story, and even if I tell you the truth, there is absolutely no way to fight it with your current strength. ”

Medivan withdrew his trembling and withered hands, put his hood back on, and made a final reminder: "Do not be delusional to solve this disaster on your own, and remember my words, Prince, the more anxious you are to destroy your enemies, the sooner you will send your people into their hands." ”

"What you need to do urgently now is to pack up the remnants of your army away from Lordaeron, either to the south or to the west of the continent of Kalimdor, to develop and accumulate strength, so that you have a chance to fight to the death against the Lord of Darkness in the future!!"

The abrupt sound plunged the atmosphere into a deathly silence, save for the sound of dripping raindrops falling on your shoulders.

Gianna looked at Arthas in a dilemma with a sad expression, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"No!!"

After a long time, Arthas spat out the word, his eyes firm, and his tone was unquestionable: "My country needs me, my people need me, and here I must prove by my deeds that Lordaeron has not abandoned them, let alone His Royal Highness the Prince of the Faith whom they sang !!."

At this moment, Arthas's mind conjured up the innocent smiling face of a child.

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

"Of course it will!!"

He always remembers the promise he gave to Timmy...

This is not only his promise to Timmy, but also to all the people of Lordaeron, and he, Prince Arthas Minethir of Lordaeron, will never give up on any of his people!

Never give up!!

At this moment, the confusion in Alsace's heart and the frustration caused by the successive failures were swept away, and only firm belief was left in his heart!

"Hey..."

Looking at the light that gradually glittered Alsace's eyes, Medivin knew that it was useless for him to say anything.

He sighed and smiled sadly, "I hope you made the right choice, but if my prophecy is correct, I'm afraid Lordaeron will be in the vortex of death before long, if you still want to save your country, please hurry..."

The last sentence sent Arthas in shock, but just as he opened his mouth to ask something, Medivan's appearance suddenly changed.

A brilliant green light flashed, and the black cloak that had been attached to him was like a second skin, and the black and shiny wings stretched out from the shrunken and ordinary raven-like body, and finally, he let out a final scream, jumped into the air, circled in a circle, and flew into the dark night sky.

Looking at the Prophet who had gradually disappeared into the night sky, Arthas froze in place, but Gianna's voice beside him pulled him back.

"Alsace. ”

Gianna, who had not been silent throughout the whole process, looked up at Arthas at this time, and said hesitantly: "No matter what decision you make, but... I must say that I sensed that the man just now had a great deal of power, and he had also gone to Mr. Antonidas before meeting you. ”

"This plague of the dead is something that has never been seen on this continent before, and the catastrophe it has brought is probably even more terrifying than the previous orc wars, and you can't use the same tactics to defeat it. Maybe that person is right, maybe he can really see things that we can't see, maybe he really knows what's going to happen. ”

Lord of Darkness...

This name made Gianna a little uneasy, and what the old man said, she also silently remembered it in her heart.

"Maybe. ”

Arthas gritted his teeth and stubbornly turned his head to the other side, avoiding Gianna's gaze, "But no matter what he says, and whether he sees the so-called future or not, I can't abandon my people, my country." ”

"I'm sorry, Gianna. ”

Nodding apologetically, Arthas used what little strength he had left to climb onto his horse, he forced himself not to look at his soldiers who had not eaten and rested properly for several days, and were prostrate and weak, his lips trembled and said, "Get on the horse, the target... Lordaeron!!"

(End of chapter)