Bell - bell - bell - bell -

Listening to the bells coming from outside the palace, and the countless cheers from the people, a faint smile finally appeared on the tense face of the elderly King Terenus sitting on the throne.

Because he knew that his painstaking efforts to create the image of a triumphant hero for his son had finally worked.

With the exception of those who survived the Holocaust and the refugees who left the East Weld region to settle in the South Thorn Valley, Lordaeron has largely forgotten what Alsace did in Stratholme.

After all, the Tyrisfal Glades and the Silver Pine Forests, the core and richest regions of the kingdom, are too far away from the northern territories.

Coupled with the fact that King Terenus immediately blocked the news after learning of the Stratholme tragedy, most ordinary people had not even heard of it.

And those nobles who inquired about the inside information did not dare to offend the current king and the future king easily, so they chose to keep their mouths shut and wait for the change.

Eventually, a massacre and death involving tens of thousands of people was swept under the rug.

This was another factor in King Terenus's ignorance and encouragement of large-scale migration to the south from the East Wilder region.

He wants all those who remember it to disappear from their country.

In this way, the crown prince will continue to gain the support and love of the people, and in the future he will be a hero to the throne and rule the most powerful human nation.

It can be said that in order to whitewash Arthas, Terenus simply took great pains.

He even opened his eyes to tell nonsense, ignoring hundreds of thousands, millions of undead creatures hiding in the depths of the alpine forests, as well as vast tracts of land that had withered, withered, and died under the influence of the plague.

Boasting that his son had defeated the leader of the Scourge in Northrend, the far north, the remaining enemies no longer posed a threat.

In addition, the old king specially transferred the Lightbringer Uther and the Knights of the Silver Hand led by him from the royal capital and sent them to Andohar to garrison.

Prevent these dead-eyed, tenacious paladins from suddenly jumping out and saying something out of place on such an important occasion.

In short, he gave all his love, care, and expectations to his only son, unaware that this specially prepared celebration would soon turn into a terrible massacre.

Soon, with the sound of heavy footsteps from far and near, the door of the throne hall, which had been closed, was slammed open.

Dressed in a black velvety cloak, Arthas walked in from the outside, with two of his cronies.

When King Terenus saw this, he immediately rose from his throne in excitement.

The prince, who had become a death knight, pulled out the frost sorrow that exuded a biting chill, and knelt down on one knee in front of the surrounding guards and envoys, and saluted his king's father.

Although the whole set of actions is too fast, people can't help but have a little sense of disobedience, but his etiquette and posture are impeccable.

"My son, I knew you would come back with victory and glory."

The old king opened his arms and spoke in a tone that was both proud and proud to the prince, who was kneeling a few steps in front of him.

After all, when Alsace left the royal capital of Lordaeron, he was still a fledgling young man with little experience.

But now, after almost half a year or so, this child, who didn't know anything at the beginning, has experienced more than one fierce battle with the undead natural disaster.

He even started a killing race with the terrible Dreadlord in Stratholme, and finally crossed the sea with an army of less than 3,000 men to Northrend, where the environment was extremely harsh and cold, and killed the culprit who caused the undead disaster, Marganis.

Excluding the controversial Stratholme massacre, the crown prince was perfect from every point of view, far exceeding all expectations.

In comparison, even Varian Wrynn, who led the people of the Stormwind Kingdom back to their homeland at a young age, is much inferior.

After all, Varian Wryn was still taking refuge in the kingdom of Lordaeron at this age, and he never confronted the murderous orcs from beginning to end, and waited until the end of the Second Orc War to truly assume the responsibility of becoming a king.

But what about Alsace?

At such a young age, he has already shown unparalleled courage, responsibility and determination.

In particular, the rapid growth of his strong personal strength made King Terenus vaguely see the shadow of human heroes such as Anduin Lothar and Tulayan.

Even in the eyes of King Terenus, his own son was destined to surpass these heroes and become the undisputed leader of the entire human race and even the Alliance, bringing the kingdom of Lordaeron to unprecedented heights.

If there is anyone in this world who expects the most from Artace, it must be the old man in front of him.

And the phrase "My son, the day you were born, the whole forest of Lordaeron whispered your name" vividly expressed his strong emotions and expectations.

Just as Terenus staggered and was about to step down from the throne and lift his beloved prince up in a scene of fatherly and filial piety, Arthas, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly heard a muffled voice from the frost sorrow in his hand.

"You don't need to sacrifice anything for your own people anymore.

There is no need to bear the weight of this crown.

Because I've got everything arranged for you.

Go ahead, do what you have to do, do what you want to do. ”

As these words came out, the corners of Arthas's mouth, which remained on his knees and hung his head, suddenly turned upwards in a graceful arc, and then suddenly stood up and took off his hood, revealing his own pale skin like that of a dead man, and his long hair, which had changed from blonde to silver and gray, strode towards his father under the stunned gaze of all the onlookers around him.

Bang - bang - bang -

Saron's iron boots made a low, muffled sound as they stepped on the marble steps and the carpet covering them.

No one knew what had happened to the prince, let alone why he had acted so rudely, and what he wanted to do next, even the royal guards around him fell into a stunned stupor.

You must know that there is only one legitimate male heir to the royal family of Lordaeron, and that is the Prince of Alsace in front of him.

Therefore, before King Terenus gave the order, no matter how strange the crown prince's behavior was, they would not dare to step forward and stop him easily.

In the blink of an eye, Arthas was on the throne, grabbing his father with the Death Knight's strong arm, and a terrifying blue chill burst from his eyes.

"What's going on? What are you doing? My son! ”

King Terenus finally came to his senses, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Until this moment, he hadn't realized that the death knight in front of him, who exuded an icy aura, was no longer the crown prince he was familiar with.

Rather, it is the puppet of the original Lich King Neozu, a walking corpse with a suppressed sense of self.

"Inherit your throne and kingdom, of course, my dear father......"

The moment the last word came out, Arthas did not hesitate to pierce the old king's chest with the artifact Frost Sorrow.

"Ahh

The intense pain and the rapid passage of life force made King Terenus lose the ability to speak, and he only stared at his son who was close at hand, and the expression of apology, pain and self-reproach on the other person's face, struggling to raise his arm to touch the prince in the last moments of his life, but finally before he could lift it, he drooped his head and swallowed his last breath.

The blood-stained crown rolled down the steps of the throne to the ground, as if to foreshadow the fate of the kingdom of Lordaeron.

The First Son of Azeroth unceremoniously stepped on his father's shoulder, drew his sword, and declared with a grin, "Now, I am the king of Lordaeron. ”

Moment!

Everyone in the throne hall was in an uproar.

Whether it was the representatives and envoys from the other countries of the Alliance, or the nobles and soldiers of the Lordaeron Kingdom, they were all stunned by the prince's act of killing his father in front of him, and they did not understand why he did this.

After all, Arthas is clearly the only legitimate male heir, and no brotherhood threatens him at all.

Moreover, King Terenus is also old, maybe he will grow old and die in a few years, and then he can inherit the throne and become a king, so why be in such a hurry?

The nobles and royal guards of Lordaeron began to spit on and curse the prince like a beast, refusing to recognize the legitimacy of his throne and clamoring for Princess Caria to be returned as queen.

Obviously, these people in the audience did not realize the gravity of the situation until now, and still regarded it as a coup d'état initiated by the prince to seize power.

However, Arthas obviously didn't intend to continue playing with the other party, and immediately gave the order to Marvien and Faric, who were accompanying him, to do it, and he also used the Grip of Death to drag a nobleman named the most fierce from the second floor and pierce the heart with a sword.

At the same time, the royal guards were powerless against the two battle-hardened Death Knights.

In particular, the weapons and equipment on their bodies made of Saron Evil Iron were so strong that ordinary swords could not even leave a white mark on them, and they were killed by rune swords attached to death magic and plague.

In a few moments, the entire throne hall was strewn with corpses.

Many of the corpses were quickly transformed into undead after being killed.

Before the people outside could even notice what was happening inside the palace, Arthas immediately applied the lessons learned in Stratholme how to quickly slaughter a city to the capital of Lordaeron.

Although the number of undead in the city at the moment is really nothing compared to the defenders of the royal capital, even if the plague is spread now, it will take a little time to complete the transformation.

But the problem is that the artifact Frost Sorrow perfectly helped him solve the problem of insufficient troops.

Every life killed by this terrifying rune sword will have its soul devoured or torn apart in an instant, and its body will instantly become an undead creature under the erosion of death energy.

In just half an hour or so, Arthas had transformed thousands of civilians killed with Frost Grief.

Some of these people have become the lowest zombies, but many more have become agile and deadly ghouls.

There are also paladins and high-ranking warriors who have become death knights like Marvion and Farrick.

These Death Knights are also able to transform the undead by killing living beings with the knowledge and powers they have gained from the Lich King.

As a result, the Scourge Legion quickly snowballed in the densely populated royal city of Lordaeron.

By the time the defenders reacted and rushed into the streets to save the citizens and resist the slaughter of the undead army, the latter had already formed a scale advantage and defeated the elite defenders.

As a former paladin, Arthas clearly knows what forces pose the greatest threat to him.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to personally lead a raid on the Cathedral of Light, as well as all the priests and paladins in it who had the power to restrain the undead, and then pulled them up to become death knights and necromancers.

Suddenly, the capital of the strongest human kingdom on the eastern continent replicated the tragedy of Stratholme almost overnight.

The only good thing is that the gate to the outside is still under the control of the defenders, as the attack was launched from the inside.

Many citizens living on the outskirts of the city who were not yet surrounded by the army of the undead could flee with a small amount of possessions, supplies, and loved ones.

In just ten hours, thousands of people gathered in Brill, the closest town to the royal city.

Since this is the place where Kel'thugad studied the plague of natural disasters, and it is also the first town to be attacked by the plague and the undead, it is now in a state of semi-desolation.

The dense collection of tombstones on the wasteland outside the city is a good indication of where the disappeared inhabitants have gone.

If they could, no normal person would want to stay in such a ghostly and extremely unlucky place for a long time.

But the problem is that these refugees who have escaped obviously do not have a good choice.

After all, they were so hurried that they carried only a small amount of valuable jewels and gold and silver currency, and there were no carriages or other means of transportation.

Coupled with the large number of women, the elderly, and children in tow, these vulnerable groups simply do not have the physical strength to travel long distances, and they must stop to rest every time they walk.

As a result, Brill was the only place where she could provide a house and a bed to rest and sleep.

However, due to the plague that had erupted in the area, people did not dare to eat the food from the barn, let alone drink the water from the well, and even the clothes and bedding in the house were thrown outside and burned.

The so-called rest and sleep are just lying on the hard plank bed, and some may not have a bed at all, just lie on the floor or table for a short rest, and then continue along the main road towards the silver pine forest, which is relatively safe to the south for the time being.

As soon as they heard the wind and grass, the fleeing people would immediately get up in panic and lie down by the window and look out, for fear that Arthas had come with an army of undead.

Others burrowed into the stinking sewers and fled through the sewer behind the royal capital via the waterway through Lake Lordamere.

But their fears are clearly unfounded.

Although the prince possessed an artifact like Frostmourn and a growing legion, it was obviously not possible to completely capture a large fortress city like the royal capital of Lordaeron in a day or two.

In particular, many veterans and officers who had participated in the two orc wars soon relied on the complex streets and scattered buildings in the city to fight the undead in a fierce street battle.

With their clever minds and proven tactics, they turned the entire city into a huge battlefield, relying on the favorable terrain to build resilient defenses to resist stubbornly.

Brainless low-level cannon fodder like zombies and ghouls, trying to defeat the elite human soldiers in full armor is obviously unrealistic until an overwhelming number is formed.

What's more, the priests sent by the Church of the God of Covenant to the kingdom of Lordaeron did not hesitate to join the army, providing soldiers and officers with holy water that would protect them from the plague.

Some of the guys who were warriors or paladins before put on sturdy armor, carrying a war hammer in one hand and a shield in the other, and began to physically purify these undead.

Since they had all had relatives and friends who had died at the hands of plague and undead creatures, and some had been survivors of the Stantholm massacre, they were all furious at Arthas's father-killing attempt.

At this moment, a priest who could perform the three-ring magic was in a narrow alley, leading twelve elite infantry to block the path of forty or fifty ghouls.

I saw that he first skillfully unleashed several group effect enhancement magic techniques, and then took the lead in opening a bottle of holy water and taking a sip first, and then poured the rest on weapons, shields, and armor.

The rest of the soldiers followed suit.

Drinking it is to prevent accidental infection with plague during long-term battles with undead creatures, smearing it on weapons can inflict divine energy when attacking, inflicting more damage to enemies, and holy water on armor can weaken evil magical effects such as diseases and curses that may be attached.

They had already experienced the benefits of holy water in previous battles, and therefore treasured the goodies that the Church of the Covenant God had to offer.

When necessary, it can also be used as an investment weapon to smash at enemies, instantly burning a large area of undead creatures, making them temporarily incapacitated.

"Get ready! We can't take a single step back until all the civilians on this street have been evacuated. ”

The priest shouted at the top of his voice to cheer everyone in the team on, and then used his magic to bless himself with the three one-ring magic skills of [Demonic Weapon], [Protection against Evil] and [Piety Shield].

Since he was a paladin before his conversion, he also summoned the power of the Holy Light to infuse the Warhammer, causing it to emit a blinding golden light.

In an instant, the whistling ghouls swarmed into the narrow alley.

Without saying a word, the soldiers threw out a few fuel canisters found in the nearby abandoned houses.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

With the sound of the clay pot smashing against the wall, the ignited grease quickly scattered in mid-air and fell onto the ghoul's body, causing it to burn violently.

The various woods and fabrics piled up in the alley as obstacles also immediately burned, forming a high-temperature flame isolation zone in less than ten seconds or so.

And as the fire spread, the surrounding houses also began to ignite.

Similar smoke and fire can be seen almost everywhere in the current Lordaeron Royal City, almost all of which were ignited by the human side themselves.

In order to stop the march and slaughter of the undead army, the army and soldiers have long been completely outcast, not caring that this prosperous capital will be destroyed in the fire, and only want to ensure that as many living people escape through the city gates as possible.

Such a hellish sight, even savage and bloodthirsty orcs can't help but stop or retreat when they see it.

After all, the pain of being burned alive by flames is not something ordinary people can endure.

But the problem is that the undead are clearly not living beings, but a bunch of monsters who don't know what fear and fatigue are.

These low-level ghouls can't even understand what death is, and only know that under the command of the death knights, they will rush forward in one go, either killing all the living or being killed by the enemy.

So, they rushed through the barrier with blazing flames, and with a blinding red fire all over their bodies, they rushed straight to the priest who was standing at the forefront.

The latter, with the blessing of [Ox Power] and [Blessing of Strength], brandished a war hammer to meet him without saying a word.

Rumble!

With the violent impact, the ghoul with teeth and claws was instantly knocked away by a terrifying force far beyond what it could understand, and his entire head was directly smashed by the hammer, and the brains and broken bones were scattered and splashed in all directions, flying out more than ten meters away in one breath, and barely stopped when he hit the four ghouls behind him.

"Oh, my God! Are you sure you're really a pastor? ”

The veteran next to him was shocked by this violent and bloody picture, and couldn't help but whisper a complaint.

Because he had the impression that the pastors of the Holy Light Church were generally dressed in robes with gentle and kind faces, and their main responsibilities were limited to preaching, preaching, and providing medical services to the people.

As for the ones that appear on the battlefield, they are basically paladins who combine the advantages of priests and warriors that appear later.

"Why, don't you like a priest like us?"

As he spoke, the priest once picked up his hammer and shot the head of the rushing ghoul, then turned around to reveal a fully enclosed helmet stained with blood and brains, which was as scary as it could be.

But instead of being frightened, the veteran grinned and replied, "No! Excellency! I'm going to fucking love you! If I could, I would like all pastors to be like you! ”

"Hahahaha!

Very good!

Then hold on to your weapons and come with me to cleanse these damned undead.

The great God of Contract, Soth, is watching over all the believers!

He will give us strength and courage to stand up to our enemies!

For the kingdom of Lordaeron!

For the sake of the innocent people!

Maybe everyone will die here today, but our death will give more people a chance to live. ”

After an impassioned speech, the priest took the lead and collided with the ghouls who rushed through the flame barrier.

The soldiers in the squad also seemed to be infected, and they all roared and fought against the undead who were several times their own number.

Behind them were hundreds of panicked civilians fleeing in the direction of the city gates.

As the most powerful nation of mankind and the greatest contributor to the Alliance's victory in two orc wars, the subjects of the Kingdom of Lordaeron have never lacked the consciousness of dying generously in desperate situations.

In particular, the two legions with a great sense of honor in the Gongwei Wangdu, from the highest-ranking marshal to the lowest soldiers, did not even have a single one afraid to flee from beginning to end, but took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of blocking the Scourge Legion and buying time for the surviving citizens in the city to escape.

They know very well that in the face of the Scourge Legion that has formed a scale and continues to release the plague, the only thing waiting for them is death, and even after death, they will be pulled up and become part of the army of the undead.

But even so, no one took half a step back when they saw their comrades-in-arms fall one after another.

Just as Arthas's murder of his father had plunged the entire kingdom of Lordaeron into chaos, Baron Rivendell of Stratholme, located in Stratholm, East Wild, immediately led an army of natural disasters to the nest and began to launch a fierce attack on densely populated areas such as Cowling Crossing, Tyre's Hand, Havenshire, and Daron County.

An army of millions of skeletons hidden in the mountains and forests swept through like a tidal wave under the command of the lich and the necromancer of the Cursed Cult.

Although King Terenus had strengthened the defenses of these places in advance under the reminder of Zuosi, all resistance was in vain in the face of overwhelming numbers.

As the most important transportation hub, the Kaolin intersection fell without holding out for three days.

Tens of thousands of civilians, including the surrounding area, were slaughtered, either transformed into ghouls or torn apart and stitched together into fleshier and harder to destroy stitch abominations.

Although the Hand of Tyr barely survived the first wave with its easy-to-defend terrain and stone walls more than ten meters high, it also suffered heavy losses and did not know if it could survive the second round.

In less than a week, Baron Rivendell had swept across the Sodoril River and swept through the Western Plaguelands.

Large swaths of the farmstead were destroyed by the undead army, and only the heavily fortified Hearthvale and Andorhar barely resisted.

Especially the latter, because of the Lightbringer Uther and the Knights of the Silver Hand led by him, it is difficult for the undead army to take advantage of the numerical advantage.

Originally, Baron Rivendell wanted to take the rest of the Death Knights and Lichs to rush in person, but he was almost not directly purified by Uther's terrifying holy light energy.

Since then, he has never dared to attack Andohar easily, not even besieged.

As probably the most powerful user of the Light in the human race, even Arthas, who wields the artifact Frost Grief, is no match for Uther, let alone a Baron of Rivendell.

But abandoning Andohar doesn't mean the army of the dead has stopped.

Instead, they quickly crossed the Western Plaguelands into the Tirisfar, the heart of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and began to slaughter millions of people.

Although the news of the prince's murder of his father and defection quickly spread as the refugees fled.

However, since the location of the royal capital happened to be stuck on the only way south to the Silver Pine Forest, even if the people had begun to panic, they did not dare to go south easily.

Because they don't know if they will be blocked by the Scourge Legion that they are fleeing south now.

In this way, due to the betrayal of Arthas, the most powerful kingdom of mankind, Lordaeron, came to an end in a very short time.

The civilians who were killed, as well as the corpses that were dug up from the tombs, became the most important reinforcement for the undead Scourge to form a sweeping force.

With millions of Scourge armies ready to go, the Third Great War has finally begun.

While the human refugees from the North were frantically fleeing to the South, they also brought the shocking news to the other members of the Alliance, including Dalaran.

Through an urgent magical teleportation, Gilneth, Kurtilas, Stormgard, Ironforge, Quel'Salas, and other nations were immediately informed of this incredible information.

They didn't even bother to confirm whether this news was true or false, and immediately began to gather troops, intending to block the only way for the Death Spirit Disaster to go south first.

It took less than two days for Dalaran and Gilneth to form an alliance, and then take the army of the Lordaeron Kingdom stationed in this area, and march along the road to the north.

The commander of the fleet of the Kultiras Navy, Dai Lin, took on the responsibility of transporting the refugees, sending these Lordaeron people to the relative safety of the Southern Thorn Valley, and sending a fleet north to reconnoiter the situation in the Tirisfal Woodlands to see if more refugees could be rescued.

It was only at this moment that he truly realized what the terrible catastrophe that Zuo Si had repeatedly mentioned in his mouth meant.

……

On the other side, far away is the southernmost city of the Eastern Continent.

Princess Galia, who had just learned the explosive news that her brother had killed her father and was destroying the kingdom of Lordaeron with her own hands, was now stupid, and she sat motionless for a long time without relieving herself.

When her brain, which had stopped thinking, began to spin again, the first thing she did was to stand up and shout, "Impossible! It's absolutely impossible! How could Arthas kill his father! His father loved him so much that he gave him all the best. ”

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Princess, I know it's hard for you to accept, but this is a fact that Dalaran has repeatedly confirmed.

The current King of Lordaeron has been reduced to ruins, and there are undead creatures wreaking havoc everywhere.

The two regiments stationed nearby also suffered more than seventy percent of the casualties, and less than thirty percent survived the retreat of the civilians.

They have now retreated to the Silver Pine Forest to join up with the combined forces of Dalaran and Gilneis.

As for the East Wilder region and the Tirisfal Glades, while there are still towns and forts that are putting up as much resistance as they can, it is only a matter of time before they fall if reinforcements are not available.

On top of that, Alsace's actions have completely deprived him of his legal right to inheritance.

Now you are the last survivor and rightful heir of the Minahir family.

So I think you should declare your succession as queen right away, and first set up a banner to let everyone know that the kingdom of Lordaeron is not dead.

At the same time, hope is given to those towns that are still resisting. ”

A church senior stood up and cautiously persuaded him.

"Cheng ...... Become a queen? At a time like this? ”

Jialia's brain is obviously very chaotic at the moment, her heart is beating wildly, and she doesn't know why the tears can't stop flowing.

Maybe she doesn't have much affection for her strict father.

But for her mother, who always cares about herself and understands herself, she can be said to be full of gratitude, respect and love.

Because if it wasn't for her mother who came forward to convince her father, then Jialia's husband and his family might have been brutally executed.

The church senior hurriedly nodded affirmatively: "That's right, it's now."

The more desperate times are in these moments, the more the kingdom of Lordaeron needs a legitimate leader who can unite them.

With this level of relationship, we can begin to consider whether to bring all the refugees to the Valley of Thorns, or to form an army to go north to retake our homeland.

Moreover, only by becoming queen will you be able to get Uther and his Order of the Silver Hand to follow orders and cooperate with our possible military operations. ”

It has to be said that this person's proposal is indeed quite insightful.

After all, when it comes to politics, whoever can grab the claim first will have a firm grasp of the initiative.

Although the Minethil family of the royal family of Lordaeron is now the only one seedling left in Galia......

Oh no, she also has a daughter who hasn't been publicly acknowledged.

But now that she has been enthroned as queen, it has a very different political significance from the formation of warlords and separatist forces in the battle against the Scourge Legion and then becoming queen again.

The former can quickly coalesce into a political symbol that is deeply imprinted in the hearts of the people of the kingdom of Lordaeron, giving them a definite allegiance.

Even if a warlord separatist force is formed later, the other party will not dare to have the idea of replacing the soldiers and ordinary people who rule the jurisdiction because of their desire for the royal family, and no matter how ambitious they are, they can only hide it.

However, the latter slowly united people's hearts in the long-term battle with the undead, and both civilians and soldiers gradually felt alienated due to the absence of the royal family, and even transferred their hatred of Arthas to Galia.

Otherwise, the kingdom of Lordaeron will be divided into several factions around whether or not to recognize the princess's legitimate inheritance, and then start a civil war or simply become an independent territory.

Especially for the fool of Gallisus who does this without thinking about the consequences, it is hard to imagine what outrageous behavior he would do driven by ambition.

So in this case, the sooner Galia claims to inherit the throne of Lordaeron, the better.

And now becoming a queen can also be recognized by the leaders of the countries of the alliance.

However, it is a pity that Jialia is too sad and sad, and she is also very worried about the safety of her husband and daughter, so she did not give a positive answer, but sent everyone away on the grounds that she couldn't think, and went directly to Zuosi's room alone through the secret passage.

As soon as she stepped out of the secret passage, she saw that the god she believed in was naked under her upper body, injecting a tube of boiling blood emitting mysterious energy into her body.

Next Second......

The pale skin, without a trace of blood, turned red and purple almost instantly, and all the blood vessels suddenly swelled, like earthworms writhing under the skin.

And that's not all!

Zuo Si's eyes also showed a creepy dark red glow, and the incomparably powerful power began to surge throughout his body with the beating of his heart.

Eventually, a pair of bright red wings, made entirely of energy, suddenly spread out from behind, looking like the wings of a wind snake.

With the slight flapping of her wings, Jialia only felt that the blood flow rate in her body began to increase uncontrollably, followed by something suddenly flowing out of the nasal mucosa, and the heavy smell of blood filled her nose and mouth.

Nosebleeds?

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched as the dark red blood droplets drifted towards Zuo Si not far away, pulling out a line of blood in the air that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Thankfully, this strange situation didn't last long.

It came to an abrupt halt after about a second or two.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice you were coming, so I couldn't control the power I just gained. Here, wipe the blood from your nose. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si quickly put away the pair of huge energy wings behind him, picked up a handkerchief and handed it over.

Jialia subconsciously took it and wiped her eyes that were already crying and swollen, and then blocked her nose, which was still bleeding, and asked cautiously, "What was that power just now?" Why do I suddenly feel like my blood is out of control? ”

"Nothing. I happened to obtain a demigod's blood from an ancient temple, which I then purified and used to strengthen this mortal body. The power he possesses should be to control the blood and draw life force. ”

Zuo Si didn't hide anything, and gave the answer straightforwardly.

And this demigod doesn't need to ask to know, it is naturally the blood god Haka that the Gulabash trolls once worshipped.

Although the bloodthirsty and cruel demigod has been banished from Azeroth for a long time, its descendants and submerged temples are still there.

Zuo Si just made a little use of it, and easily got what he wanted from the other party.

Coupled with the blood of the Dreadlord that he had taken before, this container could already be regarded as a veritable enhanced version of the vampire ancestor, and it was still the kind that could suck both life and mental power.

If he wished, he could start mass-producing powerful descendants through the first embrace.

It is even possible to obtain the bloodline, abilities, knowledge, and memories of the target creature through this predatory sucking.

Now, even in the face of the demonic army of the Burning Legion, Zuo Si, who is temporarily unable to descend on the main body, clone, and projection, can ensure that he has the power to fight.

"Strengthen this mortal body?"

Galia blinked inexplicably.

Zuo Si patiently explained: "Because my body is too far away from Azeroth, there is no way to come in the true sense for the time being, and even the power transmitted will be greatly limited.

Therefore, in order to cope with the impending catastrophe and shelter all believers, we must find a way to strengthen ourselves a little.

By the way, why are your eyes swollen from crying?

Could it be that something drastic has happened in the kingdom of Lordaeron in the north? ”

"I ...... I have just received the news that Arthas has defected to the enemy, and has killed his father and slaughtered the entire royal capital with his own hands in a triumphal ceremony.

The rest of the church is advising me to declare my succession queen immediately.

But I'm so confused right now that I can't calm down and think.

So I hope you can give me a little bit of guidance. ”

After that, Jialia threw away the handkerchief that had been stained red by nosebleeds, bent down and took the initiative to kiss a magic ring on Zuo Si's finger, and her pitiful eyes were like a small animal longing for the caress and protection of her master.