My son

From the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron whispered the name

Alsace!

O my child!

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

Remember, we have always ruled the Kingdom with strength and wisdom

At the same time, I know that you will be careful in using your mighty powers, but true victory is the hope that inspires the people! One day my life will come to an end, and you will be crowned king!

Alsace?!!

Father, you are old, this crown is too heavy for you!

Father! Come to an end... Finish?

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Before my eyes...

There is only endless darkness...

"No !!"

"Your Highness, what's wrong, Your Highness?"

With his hands brushing his face, Arthas's face gradually subsided, and by the time a noisy shout came from outside the tent, the prince had completely stabilized his state of mind, which had just shaken violently.

"It's okay!

Wiping the cold sweat on his face, getting up and stepping down from the cutting bed, Arthas repelled the attendants and guards outside the tent in a deep voice, slowly walked to the entrance of the tent, and gently lifted the curtain to look outside.

It was late at night, except for a series of flares and sporadic patrols on the periphery, most of the military camps had fallen into silence, and the slight opening of the door curtain immediately attracted the attention of the two guards at the door, and then they found Alsace poking their heads out, and then the two of them bowed and saluted.

Nodding, Arthas returned the military salute and refused the two guards to follow, and walked towards the periphery alone, the slightest cold wind penetrated into his clothes along the slightly wide linen cuffs, which suddenly made Arthas's somewhat dull brain immediately sober up for eight or nine minutes, and then took out a cloak from the space bag and hung it, the prince swept over the fence on the periphery, and walked along the moonlight to the dead wood forest in the distance...

"Life is so fragile, even the evergreen trees can only wither and scorch helplessly in the flames!"

"So, purifying all of you demons is the fate of my life!"

His left hand was still attached to the scorched branch, and a golden flame suddenly ignited all over Arthas's body, instantly illuminating the area and then dispersing in an instant, and after the flash, the prince who was originally dressed in simple linen pajamas had recovered the paladin's full body silver armor, and the holy light began to converge around as if it were nothing, gradually forming clusters of large or small golden fluorescence, like fireflies began to float throughout the dead forest.

"Hey, my prince, doesn't the death of Kel'thugad soothe your anger a little!"

With a strange rhythm in his tone, Marganis' massive body slowly stepped out of the shadows of the dead wood, and was finally fully exposed to the light of Arthas, his crimson eyes staring at the prince in the distance.

"Not only did you manipulate my dreams, but you also led me here, demon!

Slightly drooping his eyes, Arthas pulled out Minecil in just a dozen seconds, and seven or eight holy light giant hammers were condensed around him, and the holy light fireflies that were originally around him began to condense rapidly.

"My name, Marganis, from the Nasrezm clan of the Endless Abyss, Chief Staff Officer of His Highness Tikdios!"

Squinting at the converging holy light, Marganis did not make the slightest defensive gesture, but gracefully made an ancient salute, and then continued with a strange laugh.

"Of course, my current identity is Quel'Salas, the contract demon of the Royal Council!"

Seeing Arthas freeze there as he expected, the corners of Malganis's mouth pulled out an exaggerated arc before adding in a low voice again.

"The true contract was signed six hundred and fifty-seven years ago, and the core content is, to do what I can! to lure humanity into depravity, to destroy the human genius of great threat, to destroy all promising human forces, and even..."

"Enough!!"

The Holy Flame erupted, and after forming a field of holy light around Malganis, Arthas's face turned cold like a pool of stagnant water, and a killing intent mixed with the mist of holy light began to permeate this dead wood forest.

"Human Prince, in your heart! Sure enough, you still want to hold the throne high and lead the Terran race to a new future! With those pointy ears, you'll never go that far, you'll never be able to go that far, walk so brightly!"

"Oh, demon, Kel'thugad's bones are still in my hands, you dare to run out like this to bewitch a paladin, are the Dreaddemon kings such idiots!"

Minethil's power once again turned into a dual-wielding hammer, and Arthas held the hammer in both hands, looking up at the demon in front of him with a mocking expression.

Nasrezm, the details of the Dreadlord Clan, had read them in Dalaran, especially in Archmage Antonidas's Mage Tower, where the prince had seen a specimen of the Dreadlord, yes, a very complete specimen of the Dreadlord.

As a high-ranking demon species of the Burning Legion, Nasrezm has always acted as a secret police or interrogator, and the most common method used by these demons is to intimidate or deceive each other to kill each other.

Naturally, for the words of the demon in front of him, Arthas has never failed to believe even half a letter, and even the holy light in his whole body has been accumulated, and he firmly protects his soul from the demonic magic of the other party.

"Hehe, it seems that His Highness still knows a lot about my clan!"

Having already noticed Arthas's small movements, Marganis still moved unconcernedly, and then sat down in front of the prince, and with a wave of his hand, the mud and sand on the ground gradually became a bumpy and accurate terrain map under the control of the demonic power.

Although there is no written note, but the vigilant Alsace on the opposite side can see the specific location of the map in front of him at a glance, which is the precise geographical situation of Stratholme and the northern Dessom, but although the mountains and rivers are so real, only the layout of the two cities is missing, and some areas are slightly different from today's situation, which seems to be what it looked like thousands of years ago.

"Hey, first of all, the establishment of Dysom!"

As Arthas frowned and stared at the map, the demon on the other side pointed to the northeast corner of the map that traversed the mountain range, and a three-dimensional map of an elven-style city quickly wrung out.

However, at the moment when Dysom was about to be completely formed, a giant python comparable to half the size of the city formed in the sky above the city at the same time, as if it looked up to the sky and roared a few times, and then plunged into the already completely formed Dysom, and then, a layer of thin red enveloped the entire city.

"Next!Stantholm's appearance!"

In the whispers of the demons, the current human giant city did not appear immediately, but flew out of Dysom and slowly fell to the southwest corner of the mountain range.

As the sand and gravel floating in the air slowly turned, small grains of sand began to gather on the ground, and after a long time, a small town appeared in the southwest corner of the mountain range.

Compared to the elven city of Dessom, which is separated by a mountain range, this town is pitiful, but it is expanding at a steady rate that is neither fast nor slow. However, just as the town became a city, and even began to carve out an inner city on the mountains, the red color that had been shrouded in Dysom began to appear little by little over the still expanding Stratholme.

Eventually, as Stratholme took shape, almost all of the red condensed on top of the mountain city, and the original Dysom was left with only a trace of red that was almost ignored and slowly floating.

"Demon, are you testing my patience by trickery?"

Staring at the red floating above Stratholme, Arthas, as the former governor of the city, had never seen or even perceived the existence of such a substance in front of him, which was obviously not a good thing. (To be continued.) )