That night, Alsace lost sleep.

The scene in the dream was so vivid and vivid that he couldn't help but wonder if this strange dream portended something.

It wasn't until the sun rose the next morning that Alsace finally decided not to think about it for a while.

He left the room early and went out into the wilderness outside the farm.

He lived in a very remote valley, surrounded by woods and meadows, a few reclaimed fields, and a wooden house.

Ever since escaping the Black Knife, he has lived in seclusion.

The air in the valley was unusually fresh, which also made him feel a lot better, and he picked up the two-handed sword he used for training and practiced his swordsmanship in the clearing.

For more than a year, he has been trying to improve his strength all the time, especially in swordsmanship, he has not had much time to calm down to study and train in the past, but in the past year or so, Tirio Fordin's teaching has benefited him a lot, and his swordsmanship has also improved by leaps and bounds.

With that, his physique was improved, and although he was only fifteen years old, his burly figure was no longer inferior to that of an adult man.

The pure steel hands train the greatsword to dance in his hands.

Roundabout Slash!

Shun Chop!

Two slashes!

These basic combat skills, which he didn't look down on much in the past, are now being practiced by him.

Drink! The last sword was swung, and a boulder was directly split in half.

Bang Bang Bang! There was a burst of applause, followed by a mocking voice,

"The biggest advantage of playing against non-existent opponents is that you can never lose, come on Arthas, let me play with you."

Arthas turned, and a young knight walked towards him with a two-handed sword in his hand, in a standard ready stance.

"Tyran Fording, you haven't beaten me since I defeated you three months."

Tyran Ferding is the son of Tirio Ferdin, and is also a good friend of Arthas during this time, the two are of similar grades, both like swordsmanship and martial arts, during the time of evading pursuit, the two trained together, worked together, and were quite good friends.

"Haha, yesterday my dad taught me another trick, this time you don't want to win so easily."

As he spoke, the two fought.

Tyran Fording's swordsmanship is also superb, but compared to Arthas, it is always a little worse, there is no way, Arthas is now a hero of the fifth order of gold, naturally it is not the same.

Fight more than a dozen draws, and easily knock out Tyran Ferdin's weapon with one lunge - upward picking.

"Hell, how did you practice this swordsmanship, you're only fifteen years old, and I've never seen a monster like you."

"Haha, it's okay, it's a lot worse than my eldest brother."

At the end of the training, Arthas did not rest, but went to the prayer room next to the wooden house.

In addition to practicing swordsmanship, he has also been trying to pray to the gods in order to gain supernatural powers.

In order to avenge his father, he was unwilling to let go of any way to improve his strength, if it weren't for the fact that he was evaluated by the court mage in the early years as unsuitable for cultivating magic, I'm afraid he would even have to break through.

"Answer my call, O Light! Give me your light! ”

"Holy Light, please bless me with your strength, so that I may have the courage and strength to take back all that is mine!"

However there was no response, and as usual, the Light did not respond to his call.

Arthas sighed, originally he was also a physique friendly to the Holy Light, and I remember that when I was a child, Archbishop Fao personally said that he was very suitable for cultivating the Holy Light.

But since he learned about his eldest brother, he has been unable to awaken the power of the Light.

I don't know if it's because there's too much darkness in my heart, or if it's something else.

"Hear my prayers, God of the Storm, give me your strength, and in the name of Minechil, I ask for your help......"

"Odin, God of War, I call for your help in the name of a warrior......"

"Natina, goddess of life, I pray to you as a descendant of the Minahir family......"

"Naraku, god of death, may you give me the power of death and bring death to my enemies......

Still doesn't work......

Arthas looked around him at the circle of rudimentary statues carved out of wood, and thought to himself.

In the firmament world, the gods are real, and when encountering an invincible enemy, an irreversible situation, praying to the gods is the most common choice, and the gods will often respond to a certain quality in a person who prays, a certain rare character, to help the person take revenge or achieve a certain goal.

Such stories have been told everywhere for hundreds of years.

However, it seems that the story is just a story after all.

Arthas muttered to himself, "It seems that the gods have abandoned me, and now all I can rely on is the sword in my hand." ”

He looked at the 'Song of Ice and Fire' in his hand, and only this sword would not fail him.

Looking at this sword, he thought of his eldest brother Aidan again, this sword was given to him by his eldest brother in the first place, maybe he could go to him for help.

Thinking to himself, the sound of horses' hooves came from far away from outside the prayer room.

Arthas hurriedly put away his sword, and as he walked out of the prayer room, he saw Tirio Verding riding an old horse into the valley.

He brought the food he had bought into the pantry, and beckoned Arthas to breakfast with Tyran Fordin.

Breakfast is the leftover roast wild boar meat eaten yesterday, accompanied by oatmeal porridge, and it takes a lot of physical strength to practice swordsmanship, so the amount of food for the three of them is very large.

While munching on his breakfast, Arthas couldn't help but ask about the outside of the valley.

"What's the latest news on Lordaeron?"

"There's a big movement, your eldest brother, Ge Dewen, has issued another war mobilization order."

"Another war?" Arthas was a little stunned, his eldest brother didn't say anything else, he was indeed a good hand at fighting, and after he took the throne, he continued to fight, and the tribe alone fought three times, and issued a summoning order at every turn, completely using his identity as the leader of the alliance to the fullest.

"This time it is said that the Scourge Legion of the Northrend continent will be fighting, and it is said that Prince Varian has completely fallen for some unknown reason and become the so-called Lich King, gathering a terrifying army of the undead in Northrend.

King Godwin has declared that he will solve the threat of the alliance before the natural disaster reaches the Eastern Continent, so he will unite the centaurs and tribes to form an alliance, and the Alterac Federation has answered the call and begun to assemble an army, and I met many soldiers on the march. ”

Scourge Legion...... Varian......

Arthas's heart sank, and he couldn't help but think of last night's dream.

Could it be that what you saw in the dream is real? Varian is really in danger!

The second brother will not degenerate into some kind of lich king, yes, the voice in the dream said that it devoured the soul of the second brother, and the eldest brother in the dream also said that Varian was in danger.

No, I can't hide anymore.

"Lord Tirio, thank you for your protection during this time, I think it's time to leave."

"Are you leaving? It's dangerous out there, and Godwin hasn't given up on you. ”

"I know, but I can't hide here forever, it's time to face my fate, and I'm not alone, you said before that my eldest brother Aidan has now become the protector of Alterac and the embodiment of the Calamity Dragon, he can definitely help me."

Tirio Ferding sighed, "Well, if you insist, then let's go, unfortunately I can't teach you the power of using the Light, and I've already taught you everything else I can teach you." ”

"It's not your fault Lord Ferdin, I think maybe my heart is covered in shadows, or maybe the power of the Light isn't what I thought." Arthas said and shook his head, "But there is not only one power in this world, but there is no such thing as Light, and one day I will find my way. ”

"And where are you going to go when you get out of here?"

"Go to Alterac and find my big brother - Big Brother Aidan."

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"Haha, Aidan you're finally here! I've been looking forward to it for a long time. ”

In the royal court of Lordaeron, Godwin was surprisingly enthusiastic, his eyes glanced behind Mo Fei a few times, and swept over the Grabbing Genbao and a few others, "Hey, where is Gianna?" ”

"She's not fit for this level of warfare, so I let her stay in the castle and help clear the nearby monsters."

Godwin was somewhat disappointed, but quickly adjusted.

Defeat the Lich King with his own strength, and when the time comes, he can also obtain the submission of Kurtilas, and marriage or something is a political means, but the real king must have strength first.

"I've gathered an army of 200,000 troops, the Knights of the Silver Hand are fully armed, the Royal Knights of Lordaeron have gathered here, the battle mages sent by Dalaran, and the Church of Light's Priests of Light, a specialized force to deal with the scourge of the dead...... Brother Aidan, you also brought the troops, right? ”

"Alterac has 30,000 troops, and 3,000 Dragonfall Knights."

Godwin nodded with satisfaction, in fact, the number of troops assembled far exceeded the number that would be dispatched, because of the limited capacity, the real number of troops sent by the alliance was only 100,000.

Among them, there is also a share of the troops of the other forces, and Alterac has sent 33,000 men, which is already a large household.

This is entirely due to the fact that Altranac is controlled by the player, knowing that the threat of natural disasters is genuine, and even more aware of the value of the crown of domination, it is natural to increase investment.

This 100,000 army can be said to be the elite of the elite, although the number is only 100,000, but it is enough to face the more than 500,000 natural disaster legions head-on.

Not to mention the allies of the Horde and the Night Alliance.

In this way, even if the Scourge Legion has an army of millions of undead, the tripartite alliance will not be afraid.

Godwin can be said to be quite confident in this battle, but the real problem is how to grab the head of the Lich King among the strong men.

The two walked out of the royal court side by side, and on the parade square of Lordaeron City, the dense army stretched as far as the eye could see.

The most striking are several knightly orders, with distinct armor.

There is also the Holy Light Priesthood, a piece of golden light reflects the sky, and under the light of the golden tree, the huge legion is unusually magnificent.

The reinforcements sent by the various kingdoms were also ready to go.

Ge Dewenzhi looked at the army in front of him with pride: "With such an army, the Cataclysm Legion will definitely be able to bulldoze it in waves!" ”

Murphy nodded: "It should be fine." ”

He didn't particularly care about the spectacular military situation in front of him, the real battle between the two sides still depends on the competition of high-end combat power between the two sides, these troops are just used as a currency to resist the lower combat power of the Scourge Legion, so that the Scourge Legion cannot use the crowd tactics to protect them.

When the Lich King's men are gone, and he is alone on the battlefield, it will be time for him to seize the power of death.

A day later –

Port Royal in Lordaeron, a huge expeditionary fleet has finally been dispatched.

Hundreds of large warships, hundreds of small frigates, lined up in a neat formation, sailing mightily on the sea.

The sails on the sea are like a forest, and there are countless griffin knights, dragon eagle knights, storm dragon knights, and light-cast dragon knights in the sky, covering the sky and making it a spectacular sight.

Standing on the bridge, Murphy was thinking about the dynamics of those boss players, according to Lagreos, the Boss Alliance had decided to launch a full-scale offensive at the same time as the coalition and the Scourge went head-to-head.

The 200,000 troops gathered by Godwin, plus the troops sent by various countries, nearly 300,000, are now only the most elite 100,000, and the remaining 200,000 are nominally ready to be put into the battlefield in the future, but in fact, they are for those boss players.

Gnolls, kobolds, trolls, ogres, goblins, naga, fishmen, lobstermen......

Dozens of monster groups and hundreds of bosses will attack from various regions, destroying village strongholds, expanding larger monster spawn areas, and even attacking cities.

I just don't know what kind of expression these boss players will have when they find out that they have been predicted in advance.

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"Damn, get out! These monsters are crazy! ”

"Hell, what the hell is wrong with these trolls? How can the number of sudden refreshes increase several times? Just one accidentally attracted so many monsters......"

"Stop complaining, run!"

At the foot of the snowy mountains of Alterac, a group of adventurers are fleeing the wilderness.

The fighters leading the team shouted loudly, trying to cover the retreat of their teammates.

But under the hunt of several times the frost trolls, this cover is pointless.

People are constantly caught in the trolls' nets, and then chase after them and surround them and hack them to death.

Ensnare!

Brush, a net netted a pastor girl.

The priest screamed in fright.

"Ahhh Help, help! ”

"It's not good, the nurse is caught in the net!"

"Let's release it, Captain, there are too many monsters!"

"No—ah!"

The soldier screamed unwillingly, and was slashed by six or seven troll axes, and immediately screamed, and died on the spot, and two pieces of garbage equipment were exploded.

Where did the rest of the adventurers dare to stay, they ran so fast that they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"It's over!" The priest's face was desperate, and she watched as a group of fierce trolls surrounded her, and a troll berserker who took the lead slashed at her head with an axe the size of the wheel.

A figure suddenly leaped in.

Dreadnought! Poof, a two-handed greatsword of ice and flame sliced the troll in half.

The pastor's sister was first surprised, and then she was happy.

This is an encounter with a wild NPC hero.

When I saw Alsace's appearance, the priest's eyes were full of little stars, wow, what a handsome guy, a holy light shone on Arthas.

Come on, handsome guy! I'll milk you!

Trolls swarmed up, almost drowning Arthas completely.

Arthas, however, was not flustered.

"Howl the wind!"

Roar! There was a dragon roar in the sky, and a storm dragon with a wingspan of seven or eight meters swooped down, and a thunderbolt breathed, and the splashing effect of the thunder instantly paralyzed the group of trolls for a moment.

This paralyzing effect is only for a second or two, but on the battlefield, a second or two is enough.

Whirlwind Slash!

The two-handed greatsword swirled and swung through the pile of trolls, and suddenly flesh and blood flew sideways, and ice and fire splattered everywhere.

Alsace swordsmanship is outstanding, and killing these monsters is really like chopping vegetables and melons.

After three or two minutes, the last frost troll was also cut to the ground.

The priestess also broke free from the shackles of the net.

"Wow, thank you so much, little handsome guy, I really don't know how miserable it would be without you, the little woman can't repay it, or I'll ......"

"You're welcome ma'am, it's a knight's honor." Arthas gave a chivalrous salute very graciously.

The handsome appearance and chivalrous demeanor made the female priest even more excited.

"Ahem, how can I do it, I must repay you, this is a life-saving grace, the little woman can't repay it, or I ......"

"If the lady really wants to repay me, then please provide me with some information, I'm going to Alterac, is there any supply point nearby?"

The priest's sister was disappointed to see Alsace so determined.

However, she also knows that if these NPCs don't have enough favorability, there is no way to attack them, but she can only regret it secretly.

"Follow this road all the way north, and you will see the entrance to a valley, and deep in the valley there is an inn where you can resupply and repair."

"Thank you."

Arthas nodded, and was on his way again.

(End of chapter)