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.

On this day, it was the day of disaster in Lordaeron, and the plague finally broke out in Stratholme. Stunned, Arthas led his army straight to the city of Stratholme, and Uther* Lightbringer seemed to sense the prince's thoughts, and he tried to persuade him along the way to no avail.

In front of the city gate of Stratholme, it is now approaching sunset, and the whole city seems to be wrapped in golden yellow, which looks extremely sacred and solemn.

"What are you going to do?" Uther looked anxious.

"Do what I have to do and take my part in the obligation, teacher. ”

Uther shook her head bitterly, "No... Arthas, there is another way, you can't just slaughter the city, it's a sin, it's a betrayal of the people of Lordaeron!"

Gianna also covered her mouth, she never expected that Arthas would plan to slaughter the city!

"What else can be done! Only by killing all the infected citizens as soon as possible and then burning the corpses can there be any hope of stopping this terrible plague!" Arthas roared with red eyes.

In the sky, there was an imperceptible distortion, and the two Eternal Dragons were watching below, and at this moment they were also arguing.

"Ionus, we must stop Arthas's plans, save this human catastrophe!" Templus, Lord of the Eternal Dragon, squinted his eyes and said to his companions.

Ionus slowly shook the 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 Azeroth is no longer his." ”

Temple's eyes widened in disbelief. "What do you say! Our Eternal Dragon's mission is to save it all! Arthas matters or not, but if you stop him, humanity will have a great force!"

"Yes, I think there is a strong resistance, and our mission now is to remove all obstacles in the way of the Southern Being. Since Lordaeron is also an enemy, it is also an obstacle. Even if they were human, it would be a necessary sacrifice. ”

"No! Ionus, you have been blinded by that Titan god! He may be the one who changed his fate, but he is by no means the hope of saving the human world! Uh!" Templus could finish his sentence when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He struggled to look down at another Eternal Dragon, whose claws dug into his chest and gouged out his heart.

"Farewell, Temple. Your mind has become an obstacle to Him as well, so ... Please die, too. Ionus squinted coldly.

Watch as the dragon body of Temple Pleus slowly turns into black quicksand and disappears into the long river of the world. Ionus looked at the space-time hunter waiting beside him, "There should be a bronze dragon lurking in the city, go and capture him, although we don't plan to meddle in 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, do your best to gather the characteristics and information of the Scourge Plague, and I'm going to give these to the Southern Being. ”

The quarrel in front of the city gate below also came to an end.

Uther and Gianna left angrily, they could not accept the slaughter of the city. I can't accept the invisible and unfamiliar changes in Alsace.

"Uther, are you going to disobey me!"

"You are not my king yet, Arthas. Uther said quietly, pleading in his eyes. "Stop, don't let this become irreparable. ”

Arthas sneered, "Very well, then I declare that I will remove Uther* of all positions and ranks of the Lightbringer, and return to Lordaeron immediately." With that, he turned to look at Gianna again. "Are you going to abandon me, Gianna?"

Gianna shook her head with tears in her eyes. "I have not abandoned you Alsace, it is you who have abandoned me, it is you who have abandoned your people. ”

His Royal Highness looked at the two who had left, and his heart was filled with endless anger.

"Into the City !!"

Stratholme was bleeding, and the people looked at their prince in horror and bewilderment, why did the prince's soldiers use their swords on his people, and the undead running from the depths of the city added to the confusion, and the prince's army changed from picking only the infected to kill them, to killing people on sight.

In the square in front of Stratholme Town Hall, Arthas saw the source of everything, or so he thought.

It was a Dreadlord, smiling at him.

"What a wonderful killing, Your Highness the Prince! The Dreadlord Marganis bowed in disguise.

With hatred on his face, Arthas raised the golden hammer in his hand and roared towards the Dreadlord.

"You're going to die! demon! you're going to pay for all this, for your crimes against Lordaeron!!" His warhammer struck Malganis, who was suddenly shielded by a shield of demonic flames, sending out a scattering spark.

"It's not time yet, Your Highness the Prince, come to Northrend and look for me. There, you will understand your true destiny. ”

Marganis chuckled lowly, and then turned into a swarm of bats and left the city that had become the realm of the undead.

"No, come back, coward, I'll go to Northrend to find you, demon bastard, I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth!!" Arthas roared with red eyes as if mad.

Hu Feng threw a piece of information on the table in front of King Lane.

"Look, our Royal Highness Prince of Alsace has begun his journey to the death. ”

King Ryan opened the information and looked at it, and the more he looked at it, the more his hands trembled. Lothar also came over curiously, standing next to Ryan and reading the tragic situation in the northern continent.

"Lord God, is the author of this undead scourge the fraudster Kilgardan?" the old Medivan sat on the fur couch beside him, holding a glass of eggnog in his hand.

Hu Feng nodded, "It's just another thing that was instigated by the Burning Legion and sent to play the striker as cannon fodder." That Lich King Neozu was an orc, the patriarch of the Shadowmoon Clan. Now it's a pathetic soul trapped in ice. ”

"Orcs, orcs, orcs again! How can cannon fodder be orcs! First living orcs, and now dead orcs! It's endless!" Lothar grumbled loudly.

"Not soon, or why do you think you would go to such lengths to get Alsace to Northrend?"

Ryan's eyes narrowed, and God's eyes were filled with horror.

"The Lich King wants a body that can move, and Arthas is the best fit. ”

Hu Feng nodded and shook his head: "So we have to make the next step." Oh, there's something wrong with you, Ryan. The Lich King's first choice is you, and the second is Lothar. But because you are under my constant watch, I have no choice but to choose Alsace in the end. ”

Now it was Ryan and Lothar's turn to be dumbfounded.