The night wind, blowing through the castle high in the sky, brought the cold that belonged to the north.

Standing on the highest belvedere of Blackebon Fortress, Arthas looked down at the ground beneath his feet, and could vaguely see the ramparts of the human defense line in the distance.

The town of New Avalon, the base of the Scarlet Crusaders, is home to a large army that is fanatical and dangerous, the undead's biggest obstacle to clearing the surrounding resistance.

Although the Scourge Legion's assault has come to an end, all the situation in New Avalon has been discovered, all retreats have been sealed, and even all possible reinforcements have been cut off.

All it takes is one last massive encirclement battle to completely wipe out all the resistance forces here and pave the way for his next plans.

However, in such a good situation, there was still no emotional fluctuation in Alas's indifferent eyes.

He stood in the cold wind, coldly looking down at everything under his feet, and the green poisonous miasma of the sick wood forest behind him rose, announcing that the apothecary's corrosion of the land had entered its final end.

Even when he looked down, he could vaguely see the acolytes who were flying in the sky of the sick wood forest on the back of gargoyles, their dark and strange robes curling in the poisonous mist and cold wind, like twisted night bats.

Arthas's hand clenched slowly, and the letter he had torn to shreds returned to his hand, intact as if it had never been torn.

He stood here, looking at the words "My friend and my friend" on the envelope, and was silent for a while.

In the council hall behind him, the sound of the meeting and discussion of the final battle deployment belonging to the Death Knights was faintly heard, and it was eerie, like a low roar from the depths of hell, which was unsettling.

Even the light in the sky was dim and gloomy, as if the sun had abandoned the land corrupted by the undead. No longer patronage here.

Footsteps were heard behind him, and the death knight who had carried out his orders knelt respectfully behind him.

"Master, I have killed the human messenger."

Arthas nodded and waved his hand indifferently, "You go yourself." Return the corpse to the Wild West. I'm going to let that ridiculous human know that any mortal who wants to benefit from me is an ant who will one day liquidate his arrogance and prepare him for his own death. ”

Thassarian nodded respectfully and stepped back.

So the high platform was quiet again, and only the sound of the wind howling sounded.

In the night breeze, a pair of white wings stretched out behind Arthas, like the legendary angel descending to the mortal world, and Walki, named Anheild, knelt behind Arthas. Said slowly.

"Tell my master that Thassarian is lying."

She tilted her head, looked at Arthas's tall back, and said indifferently, "He didn't kill the human messenger, but quietly hid him and used an unrelated corpse to fool him around." Now that Thassarian is preparing to let that human messenger go, do I need to go over and intercept him? ”

Arthas shook his head. He said coldly, "It's okay. It's all in my plan. ”

Standing in the cold wind, he said coldly, "Thassarian, unlike the other Death Knights, is not completely loyal to me. In his heart, there are still remnants of human kindness and thoughts, and his dissatisfaction with me is obvious. It's not a secret, you should already know it, but no one has ever told me about it. ”

Anhald hesitated, his expression a little embarrassed, "But...... We never thought he would betray you......"

Arthas sneered. The eyes were full of sarcasm, "betrayal...... Probably not. ”

Standing on the belvedere at the top of the Blackwind Fortress, he looked down at the ground beneath his feet, and could vaguely see a skeletal griffon carrying a Death Knight out of the suspended Blackwind Fortress.

On the back of the skeleton griffon, in addition to the death knight, there was a living man - although the human tried to pretend to be a corpse, the breath of the living could not hide the griffin beneath him.

In the cold wind, the skeletal griffon's soul fire was restless, and it seemed to be very eager to shake off the living creature on its back. It's just that under the suppression of the Death Knight, it can't resist.

Watching the skeletal griffin leave with the human messenger and Thassarian, Arthas in the air was indifferent and did not show any surprise.

He stroked the hilt of Frost Sorrow's sword and whispered softly, "At least I don't want that human to die......"

Anhalde's expression froze, and his previous conjecture was finally confirmed.

"You...... You just don't want Li Yunfei to become the public enemy of mankind, so that's why you put on a play like that? ”

"Ah, yes, as you say, that's it."

Turning around, holding the intact letter, Arthas said indifferently, "There are no impermeable walls in the world, even if all the Death Knights are loyal to the Lord and the human messenger, it doesn't mean that what happened here today will not be known to others." ”

"Once the news that the Lich King has signed a contract with humans, or that the Lich King has a close relationship with humans, what do you think will be the situation of Li Yunfei, who is in the hinterland of humans and has recently gained a lot of momentum, will be?"

Anhalde was silent and said nothing.

And Arthas didn't expect her to speak, but just opened the letter in his hand and said calmly, "Li Yunfei is also very clear about this, so the messenger sent is a seriously ill patient who has no intention of living for a few days, and he was specially sent to kill me, hoping that I can accompany him to play this scene." ”

Raising the letter in his hand, Arthas's gaze was calm, "You see, now that the letter has been obtained, the truth of what happened secretly is also covered up by appearances, and no one will be hurt by this, which is good." ”

Anheld gritted her teeth and remained silent.

So Arthas looked at her, a little confused, "You seem to have something to say." ”

The beautiful Angel Hua Erqi raised her head with a look of despair, "Master, you ...... Did you really say that you didn't care about us at all, as Sassarian said? You...... Do you really hate all the undead? Why, then, did you create us again? Aren't we created by you to fight for you? ”

Night sky. The atmosphere froze.

Arthas stood there, looking at Walki, who was kneeling in front of him, his gaze slowly turning cold.

He put away the letter he was about to open, and opened the soundproof barrier, isolating everything on the balcony from the outside world.

"Thassarian is a smart man......"

He looked at Anhald coldly, his gaze cold. "It's a pity you're not...... These are the things you shouldn't say. ”

Anheild's face was filled with despair, "But I am yours, master!" We are all yours! Whether it's Walkie, or the Death Knight, or the Lich and the Gargoyles...... All the undead, all the Scourge legions, we are all yours! You are our King, our Lord, the only truth that exists in our supreme being. ”

"In the past, we have listened to your teachings and received your drives. Give everything for your command. You say you want to destroy the Alliance, and we will pollute the earth; You said you wanted to destroy the spiders, and we fought to the death in the Northrend Underground Kingdom; Even when you said that you were going to kill all the living people, we did not hesitate. ”

"But...... But why are you like this now? ”

Looking at Arthas in despair and pain, Anhald cried lowly, "You really hate and hate us, as Thassarian said. Now you're forging friendships with the living, ignoring traitors who deserve to be put to death...... Do you really stop paying attention to us? It doesn't matter if we all might be wiped out in the human counteroffensive? ”

Alsace raised his hand. A calm, scarf-open silent barrier enveloped the place, making it impossible for the conversation on the balcony to spread.

Then he stood there with a blank face. After calmly listening to Anhalde's cry, he said indifferently, "It seems that I don't need you to tell me who I have established a friendship with. ”

"Another ......"

After a pause, he added coldly, "You won't die." ”

He was standing there. "You are immortal undead, eternal scourges, and the number is endless, even if you add up all the living forces in the whole of Azeroth, they cannot threaten your survival. At best, it can only balance your sphere of activity. ”

"As long as you are smarter, you will be able to live after all, not as miserable as you say."

Putting away the soundproof barrier, Arthas turned away from looking at Walki, and said coldly, "Finally, I don't want the content of the conversation here to be passed on by you. It's one thing for Thassarian to speculate, it's another for you to spread rumors in private, and if you dare to act rashly, you and your sisters will disappear from this world together. ”

"It won't take long for me to rebuild a batch of walti anyway. You've gone too far, and I've only been able to get rid of the trouble. In other words, you're just a bunch of consumables that can be replaced at any time. ”

"If you me off, then there's no need to live."

After calmly saying these cold and ruthless words, Arthas no longer looked at Walki behind him, and slowly tore open the seal of the envelope.

Behind him, Walkie, named Ann Halder, disappeared into the void with a look of despair, leaving only scattered white feathers floating in the air.

The letters, with such an opening, are very ordinary, and do not have the style of words, but simply tell something, like two people sitting face to face in a tavern talking about recent events, which is very different from the common letters of Azeroth.

"Dear Xiao Sa, hello, seeing words is like seeing people. It's been almost three months since we've seen each other since we've been in Stormwind, and the last time we parted, we said we were going to Northrend to find you, but in the end we were left in the Wild West by a bunch of, and it hurts to think about it. ”

"By the way, I have recently researched the mapo tofu I told you about last time, and there is really a needed condiment here in the Eastern Kingdom. The next time we meet, I can make it for you......"

Ordinary writing, without any writing literacy worth mentioning, but there is a familiar style highlighted between the lines. For example, the lazy guy who likes to babble sat opposite him, and told him everything that happened during the parting period one by one, and added comments full of his personal style, which seemed very joyful.

The corners of Arthas's mouth, unconsciously hooked up into a smile, and turned to the next page.

"Vanessa's little girl, I'll tell you if it's really powerful. I really don't have to say anything about my ability to do things, if I hadn't been indecisive, and because I didn't have much knowledge and short-sightedness, I was afraid that ten Varians would not be her opponent combined......"

"I heard that the guys in Stormwind have increased my bounty to three thousand gold coins, which is higher than Vanessa, and has become the most valuable man in the Western Wilderness...... Tsk, it looks like I've made a name for myself, and no one can stop me......"

"By the way, those guys from the Holy Light Church have been moving a lot lately......"

"There's something wrong with Nighttown...... too"

"The capture of Sentinel Ridge is super simple, let me tell you, I will bring people ......"

"The Wild West is now under my control. Give me another half a year, I dare to pack tickets, this place can definitely become a ......"

"Anyway, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth......"

"Hahaha...... Last week, Rebecca's stinky girl actually got lost in the death mine, and she could get lost in her own lair, and she was also convinced. It was Vanessa herself who led the team to find her......"

"It's a pity that I haven't been able to find Sejuani, and I don't know where that little girl went......"

"You said that I am so famous, if she is in the Eastern Kingdom, she should be able to hear about it, right?"

"It is said that my story has begun to circulate on the Kalimdor side......"

"Sometimes I think, this world is so amazing, it's like a dream. Yesterday I was an obscure wanted criminal, but in the blink of an eye, I became the biggest bandit leader in the alliance, and my reputation is a notch lower than yours......"

"Of course, it can't compare to your Lich King's name. But he's also a big man with a head and a face...... Hahahaha......"

"By the way, I heard that you recently encircled and suppressed the Scarlet Crusaders in the Eastern Plague Lands?"

Scrolling to the end, Arthas's gaze was calm.

However, on the penultimate page, the sudden mention of something made his hands tremble and fall silent.

In the night wind, he was silent for a few seconds, and then slowly turned the next page, only to see the words written on the letterhead......

"Don't attack the Chapel of Light's Wishes."

is a very serious sentence, and the other party even specially bolded the font of this sentence, occupying almost one-third of the stationery, just to highlight the importance of this sentence.

"Don't attack the Chapel of Light's Wish, where the most heroic bones in the Alliance are buried, and the power of the Light is the strongest in all of Azeroth. You won't be able to capture it with the Knights of the Black Blade alone, and you'll end up falling short and losing this elite Death Knights. ”

"So ......"

"Don't attack the Chapel of Light's Wishes!"

The most serious warning, there seemed to be a voice ringing in his ears, with a solemn expression trying to stop what he was about to do.

Just thinking of the man from the south, the man who had already made a name for himself in the south, the man in the northern sky city lowered his head, his voice hoarse and dry.

"You still don't understand what I want......"

He clenched the letter in his hand and took a deep breath, but his mood was more peaceful than ever.

Because of this, it is enough.

In this world, isolated by the whole world, there are still people who are willing to stand with him, write to him, and worry about him.

That's enough...... (To be continued......)