There wasn't a single living hole left in the town, I thought so, so there was no guide. But we don't need a guide, it's not Northrend, there's a road.

After leaving the town, we passed through the village again, but Arthas did not show his powers again. He didn't kill as he went, because we didn't need to rest except for Alsace, so we walked very fast.

Yes, Alsace was still a human at that time. If you are a man, you have to eat, drink, and Lazar, and if you are a man, you have to sleep and rest.

I...... No need. At that time, I didn't feel tired at all.

Until one day he looked at me and said, "You've lost ...... weight."

Ha! This is not care and love, much less a greeting of love. He saw the changes in my body.

I was actually dead at that time. But where does the energy come from after being turned into a dead body and resurrected? I do not know. But one thing I know is that if you want to maintain your outer form, you have to eat!

It was a strange find.

Kel'thugad was resurrected, but his body was rotten and only a skeleton remained, and although he was resurrected, that body was no longer very useful. Of course, it's not easy to use, it's not that it can't be used, so he was transformed. That's what it was later.

And I'm not, Sylvanas isn't, Rivendell isn't, and a lot of Death Knights aren't. Of course, if you don't care about your appearance, you can completely let yourself rot and end up with only a skeleton, but that's too ugly.

I touched my chin as Arthas said this, and it seemed that the flesh on my cheeks had disappeared, and I had indeed lost weight. So I looked at my hand again, and the muscles had atrophied, and the proud muscle in the tiger's mouth had grown a lot smaller.

"What then?" I asked him.

"I let you eat." He said.

He did let me eat that night, but I haven't in days. I said, "I didn't feel hungry. ”

"Maybe you'll have to eat." He said, gesturing to the meat on the fire.

I shook my head, "That stuff doesn't smell. "I said." Since coming back here, I have found that I have lost my sense of taste. ”

He picked up a piece of flesh with his dagger and stretched it out in front of me.

I shook my head, "I'm not hungry." ”

"When you get back to Lordaeron, I guess you'll be skinny as a skeleton." He said. "You're annoying enough, don't make me disgusted with your face."

I took the meat and nibbled on it. I remember vividly that the meat was as dry as wood in my mouth, and even the fat did not smell in my mouth.

"Is it delicious?" He asked, staring at me gobbling up.

"There's no taste." I say. "If I hadn't known it was food, I would never have eaten it."

He laughed and ignored me.

Until one day when we were passing through a town, he called me out of the blue, and handed me a flask. "Drink." He raised his head and motioned for me to drink.

I took the flask, and I couldn't see what was in it even when it was dark, because there was no smell, no taste, and even the color was lost, and I had no idea what it was. So I drank it.

A viscous liquid ran down my throat and into my stomach, this thing was thinner than fat and thicker than water, but I was sure it wasn't alcohol.

But as soon as I drank some of it, I suddenly felt a churn in my stomach, and although it didn't hurt, I wanted to vomit so much. At this moment, I opened my mouth and drank everything that I drank into it and squirted out.

And I spit out some messy stuff along with it. By the time I poured out all the things in my stomach, Arthas had already hid to the side, and he frowned and said, "I didn't expect you to have so many things in your stomach......"

I don't know why, but after I vomited the contents of my stomach, I felt a hint of taste in my mouth. I wouldn't describe the taste and feel, but I think it's good.

So I picked up the flask again and began to drink, but it was still the same as before, and I vomited profusely after drinking. It's just that this time there are significantly fewer things that are spit out, but they are all large pieces of hard things.

The next morning, Alsace looked at the thing I had vomited and gave me a few meaningful looks.

What is spitting out?

Belch......

I do not know. Hehe.

After two vomits, I finally had a reaction and started to feel hungry and wanted to bite something. My teeth creaked at my bite, and that night he handed me another flask.

I didn't refuse, but drank it.

That pot could pour ten glasses of wine, the kind of cup the size of two fists. Although I was dissatisfied, I poured it all into my stomach. But this time, strangely, I didn't have the same gushing phenomenon as the first two times, and after drinking it, I felt comfortable all over.

Arthas squinted at me, then smiled softly.

Since then, he has given me a pot every day.

He turned to look at me as he reached the outside of Lordaeron, "You now...... Much more pleasing to the eye. ”

Outside the city, the guards were already waiting, and it was evident that the whole city had been mobilized to welcome the prince's return.

The guards who greeted us outside the city opened the way in front, and a large crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the city gates, cheering, clapping, and throwing flowers at us.

But it didn't mean anything to me at the time.

From outside the city gates to inside the city, both sides of the avenue were crowded with people. Arthas slain the demons and cleared the source of the plague, and now the plague in the country has been well controlled, and there is a declaration in front of us, and we accept everyone's cheers.

He became a hero of the kingdom.

This kind of vocal ...... This kind of cheer for the Prince of Alsace is in my memory of the time when the kingdoms came to court after his birth. It's been more than 20 years.

The welcoming crowd lined up all the way to the gates of the King's Castle. Outside the gates of the King's Castle, all the soldiers he had brought back were stopped.

They?

Of course they withered.

The withering is quite severe. But don't forget one thing, these guys came back from here, and they're already dead here. So they were covered very tightly, from head to toe. No one really saw it at the time, and no one would be surprised, after all, all eyes were on Arthas.

I was taken into the King's Castle by Arthas. It's all so familiar.

But after passing through the front courtyard and entering the king's castle, I was stopped. Arthas looked at the people around him, and the guards next to him were all dressed up today, majestic and solemn. He looked back at me again, "Will you be there for me when I call you?" He stared into my eyes.

I nodded.

In front of it was the King's Chamber, and it was only natural that I would not be allowed to enter. When people see their son, I am not his son.

I stood there and watched the prince walk towards the gate.

Behind him, two Kingsguards followed Arthas, slammed the door open and entered. I saw the throne facing the gate, and the old man sitting on the throne was none other than King Terenus.

I guess he saw me, but I don't know if he recognizes me. And never know.

The door slammed shut.

I was standing outside the gate, flanked by the Kingsguards, and I swept them in the face, and when they saw me looking at them, they quickly looked away. It was just for a moment, but I saw something else in their eyes.

They don't look at me right!

Oh, yes, can it be right? How beautiful is the face of a dead man? At this point, I don't know what I've become. How do I look now?

Ruddy not?

Later, by chance, I saw my face, and I was really shocked at the time, not my face, and I couldn't see whether my face was good or bad, but I felt that the flesh on my face obviously collapsed, and it was really not good-looking.

It's just that he's thin and out of shape.

The sun shines on the wall, on the ground, on my body, the bright sunlight should be warm, but in my eyes this white light is cold.

There is not a bit of temperature.

Since becoming like that, I've found myself becoming more and more patient. Even though I had been standing outside for a long time, I wasn't embarrassed by the guards' gaze. I won't feel inferior because of the look in their eyes, and I won't feel bored because of waiting for so long.

Arthas told me that if he summoned me, I would be there for him. At first I didn't understand what he meant, until suddenly there was a scream of women in the hall.

The door was so closed that I couldn't see what was going on inside. But one thing is for sure, now there are not only the exclamations of the women but also the cries of the men, and the inside is a complete mess.

The Kingsguard beside me didn't move.

The prince said that I could only appear when he called me, but he did not call me.

So I just stood there all the time.

Lose sleep over something? I didn't have the slightest concern. I don't feel any worries about him. Because at that time there was only one feeling in my heart that he didn't need to be worried, and I completely trusted him.

Finally, after a long wait, the door was slammed open, but it was not Arthas but two Kingsguards.

But when they looked in front of them, they saw a person sitting on the throne, but that person was no longer the Tyrenus just now, but a silver-haired prince...... Alsace.

Beneath that high throne lay a man, and by his clothes I could only think of a king.

I hesitated to go inside, but the two guards opened the door and flashed to the side, clearly letting me in. So I walked slowly into the hall.

Only then did I realize that there was not only one king dead in the hall, but many people dead. The guards were all standing at their posts, standing straight by the wall. Only the blood of a few people lying on the ground almost soaked the gorgeous carpet.

The group of women next to the throne knelt on the ground with their mouths tightly covered, their eyes watering down tears, but desperately trying to hold back their tears. Their eyes were not sad, but fearful.

Arthas, seated on the throne, slammed the sword upside down to the ground with his left hand, and hooked the fingers of his right hand at the crown, which was already a little broken.