"Kill them! Before they became the minions of the scourge! ”

"No, I refuse, Your Highness, they are still your people, and the paladins will not stretch out their butcher knives to innocent people!"

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Stratholme, the sad prince roared angrily.

"Yes, Uther, in the name of my inheritance, I remove you from your position and strip you of the title of Paladin!"

The drizzle wet the prince's blonde hair, making his otherwise handsome look particularly hideous.

'Lightbringer' Uther shook his head in disappointment, the proudest disciple had become extremely strange at this moment, although he knew that there was a reason, the plague of natural disasters had begun to spread in the city, but there must still be innocent inhabitants here, his beliefs, his ideals did not allow him to do anything to the people he was supposed to guard.

"It's up to you!"

Uther walked away in dismay, followed by a large number of paladins with silver hands, whose faith in the Light prevented them from accepting Arthas's cruel orders.

Looking at the Paladins who had left, Uther gritted his teeth slightly, and stopped talking, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He is the prince of Lordaeron, and he must protect his people, no matter how much pain it causes him.

And watching this scene quietly, Gianna was also bitter in her heart, although she chose Mo Wen, it doesn't mean that she has no feelings for her childhood sweetheart since then, what Alsace did, she saw it in her heart, and she was also very moved. Therefore, she did not want to see Arthas at this time, cruel, cold, and extremely vulnerable and pitiful.

She walked away slowly. But behind him, Arthas whispered in a very small, gentle and pleading voice: "Gianna." “

Gianna stopped, but didn't look back. After a long silence, "I'm sorry, Arthas...... I can't watch you go astray. Then he turned and left.

"You chose him in the end!"

Looking at Gianna who was drifting away, Arthas only felt a blur in his eyes, and an unprecedented bitterness in his heart.

He wasn't stupid either, he was naturally able to notice the changes in Gianna all along, and there were rumors of strange noises in Princess Kul Tiras's room at night in Violet Castle, so this disagreement made Arthas understand that he had completely lost his sweetheart.

"Kael'thas!"

Viciously pronounced a name. Arthas felt that the whole world had abandoned him at this moment, the master, the sweetheart, and the Holy Light that had favored him in the past.

The soldiers of Lordaeron looked at each other, looking at His Royal Highness the prince who was kneeling on the hill, not knowing what to do, although Arthas's order was a little difficult for them to accept, but it relieved them of the burden in their hearts, and they only had to obey the order - especially in such an environment.

But at this moment, a strange scream sounded in the already solemn atmosphere.

"Boom, eh. Isn't this His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron, why is he kneeling here like a mourning dog now? ”

A monster with fly wings and horns on its head appeared on the empty hill, laughing at Arthas.

"Monsters. Who are you? But dare to appear in front of me! ”

As if adding fuel to the fire, Alsace's eyes turned blood-red in an instant.

But the one who came gave a salute unhurriedly, and behaved like the most elegant gentleman. It's a pity that what it says next is like a deadly venom that invades Prince Lordaeron's heart.

"First meeting. Your Highness, I am the Dreadlord Melganis. He is also the behind-the-scenes ruler of the Cursed Sect. ”

"I don't know if you are satisfied with this little gift I arranged for you?"

In the darkness of the night, the whole of Stratholme was already in chaos and wailing, which, combined with the ugly face of Melganis, threw Arthas into the most chaotic vortex at once.

"I'll kill you!"

"In the name of the Light, I swear!"

The surging light lit up wildly on the hills, but the prince's last struggle could not help the feared demon king, who calmly walked away amid a burst of laughter.

Standing alone on the hill, Arthas looked at Stratholme in the distance, and there was no more compassion in his eyes, only infinite anger and Sistic mania.

He raised the hammer in his hand and shouted at Lordaeron's soldiers.

"Kill them! Before they became the minions of the scourge! ”――

Violet Castle, a large room in a slightly dark room, with a chair in place.

Mo Wen sat on it with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, quiet and peaceful, and then he didn't know what happened, but he saw his eyelids beating slightly, and after a long time, he opened his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery.

"Arthas, this idiot, finally fell into it!"

With the in-depth study of soul power, Mo Wen also has a deeper understanding of his own power, and has developed a lot of skills, just now he has witnessed the scene of Prince Lordaeron going to darkness with his own eyes through the fragments buried in Gianna's soul, for this originally known plot, he can't say what it feels like at this time, pity? Perhaps, but more often than not, it's excitement.

The Death Knight is about to appear, so will the Demon Hunter be far away?

Gently flicking his chair with his hand, he suddenly showed a chuckle and asked in a low voice:

"Are you ready?"

There was a brief silence, followed by a muffled voice of response.

"It's ready, my lord!"

I saw that in the room, I don't know when there was a circle of women half-kneeling, each of them was gifted and national, and every look was extraordinarily respectful, facing Mo Wen was like facing the supreme king.

Nodding with satisfaction, Mo Wen looked at two of the young women with horns on their heads, "Ysera, Alexstrasza, how did I tell you what to do?" ”

The two women lowered their heads slightly, with a hint of helplessness and struggle in their eyes, and then responded in a low voice: "We have spread the information that Nozdorm and Malygos died in the hand of the 'Deathwing', and now all the dragon legions have been assembled in the Dragon Sleep Temple, and they can fight at any time, as long as the whereabouts of the Deathwing are 'revealed', the entire dragon legion will fight for you!" ”

Mo Wen nodded, and looked at the half-kneeling black-haired woman on the other side, who immediately understood, lowered his head tightly, almost touching the ground, and then said to Mo Wen respectfully: "Master, I am ready, I can cooperate with your actions at any time, and I have killed Varian, and now half of the entire Stormwind City is in my hands!" ”

Hearing this, Mo Wen's eyebrows jumped, revealing a satisfied look, leaning over, and gently hooking the woman's chin with his fingers, "Good job, Onexia, as a reward, you can stay with me tonight!" ”

The moment Mo Wen's fingers touched the girl, the latter trembled with obvious fear, and only relaxed when he listened to the 'waiter' again, and then his charming and amorous eyes soon took on a trace of moisture, and he replied delicately: "Yes, master! ”

Black Dragon Princess Onexia, a tragic character who was originally killed three times in history, as the daughter of Deathwing, she was extremely afraid of her powerful father, but in Alterac, when she saw her invincible father who was originally invincible in her mind was beaten by Mo Wen, this awe was transferred to Mo Wen's body, which made Mo Wen subdue her without much effort.

And as a subordinate, I have to say that Onexia is still very good, not only good kung fu in bed, but also very good at handling political affairs, with her help, Mo Wen first controlled the small mountain country of Alterac, and then intervened in the affairs of Stormwind City, although Mo Wen on the Terran side originally had his own arrangements, but Onexia's help can be regarded as the icing on the cake, so her status under Mo Wen has also risen in a straight line, and she can be in the front row.

The affairs of the dragon clan and the human race have been almost handled, and the High Elf clan has already arranged it, Mo Wen waved his hand casually, "Let's all go down!" ”

"Yes!"

Without a word, except for Onexia, the beautiful women of all their might left and disappeared into the somewhat dark room, only at the last moment, when a blonde elf suddenly stopped.

I saw her look at Mo Wen with a complicated expression, and then asked in a low voice, "Your Royal Highness, do you have to do that?" After all, they're all your subjects??????"

"Prince?" Mo Wen smiled lightly when he heard this word, "Sylvanas, you are still so naïve, you should understand that I am not a prince at all, now you and I do not belong to this world, the High Elves, I advise you to die as well, I want blood elves who are addicted to hatred and determined to take revenge, not a group of high elves squatting at home." “

Sylvanas frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and then said, "Your Highness, you don't have to do this at all, do you?" In a few decades, the world will still be yours, so why risk it? ”

Mo Wen pursed his lips and raised his palm, "Your sister has already gone to the outer regions, and her strength is enough to save her life there, which means that we are already invincible, so why don't I take the opportunity to fight, it is rare to have the opportunity to collide with the top gods, I will never give up!" ”

In the gloomy room, Mo Wen's eyes suddenly burst out with a terrifying look, and his palms opened and closed slightly, as if he was holding the whole world.

Looking at the crazy, hot look, Sylvanas sighed softly and turned to leave.

She knew that Mo Wen's attention had been decided, and that no further persuasion was unintentional, and from this moment on, a storm would be set off in this somewhat gloomy room, which would sweep through the whole of Azeroth.

Surrender or death, this will be the question that all races are about to face. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the lead of the wind, the vastness of the sea of stars, plum water, the silent singing, the book awesome monthly pass and the book awesome, the wind and snow dance, and the plum water for the tip.