My child, the day you were born, the whole Lordaeron was whispering your name, Arthas.
I proudly watch you grow up 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 trust that you will use your great power with caution.
But true victory, my son, is inspiring the hearts of the people.
One day.
My life will come to an end.
And you will be crowned king.
This day was the disaster day for Lordaeron, and the plague finally broke out in Stratholme. The stunned Arthas led the army straight to Stratholme City. Uther*Lightbringer seemed to be aware of Prince's thoughts. He tried his best to persuade him along the way but to no avail.
In front of Stratholme City, it is now approaching sunset, and the whole city seems to be wrapped in golden yellow, looking extremely sacred and solemn.
"Arthas! What are you going to do?" Uther looked anxious.
"Do what I have to do and bear my obligations, teacher."
Uther shook his head in pain, "No...Arthas, there are other ways, you can't just massacre the city, this is a sin, this is a betrayal of the Lordaeron people!"
Jaina also covered her mouth. She never expected that Arthas planned to massacre the city!
"What else can be done! The only way is to kill all the infected citizens as soon as possible and then burn the bodies! Only then can we hope to stop this terrible plague!" Arthas shouted with red eyes.
There was an imperceptible distortion in the sky, and Infinite Dragonflight on both sides were observing the sky below. They were also arguing at this moment.
"Aeonus! We must stop Arthas's plan! Save this human disaster!" Eternal Dragon Lord Tempestus squinted his eyes and said to his companions.
Aeonus slowly shook the huge black faucet, "No, Arthas is no longer the key to mankind's hope. Let him go. The heavy responsibility of shouldering the fate of mankind and Azeroth no longer belongs to him."
Tempestus's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. "What are you talking about! Our Infinite Dragonflight's mission is to save all of this! No matter whether Arthas is important or not, if we stop him, humanity will have a powerful force!"
"Really? I think there is an extra strong resistance, right? Our current mission is to remove all obstacles on the way forward for that existence in the south. Since Lordaeron is also an enemy, then it is also an obstacle. Even if they are human beings, then they are necessary sacrifices."
"No! Aeonus! You have been deceived by that Titan God! He may be the one who changes destiny, but he is definitely not the hope to save the human world! You... Uh!" Before Tempestus could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He lowered his head and looked down with difficulty. The other end, Infinite Dragonflight, appeared quietly at some point. The dragon's claws inserted into his chest and dug out his heart.
"Farewell, Tempestus. Your thoughts have also become an obstacle to that person, so... please die." Aeonus narrowed his eyes coldly.
Watching Tempestus's dragon body slowly turn into black quicksand and disappear into the long river of the world. Aeonus looked at Time Hunter who was waiting beside him, "There should be a Bronze Dragon lurking in the city, go and catch him. Although we don't intend to interfere with everything here, it would be good to assimilate a Bronze Dragon by the way."
Time Hunter took the order and was about to leave when Aeonus stopped him again. "Also, try your best to collect the characteristics and information of Scourge Plague. I will give these to the existence in the south."
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The quarrel in front of the city gate below also came to an end.
Uther took Jaina and left angrily. They could not accept the act of massacring the city. Even more unable to accept the invisible and unfamiliar changes of Arthas.
"Uther! Are you going to disobey my order!"
"You are not my King, Arthas." Uther said quietly, with pleading in his eyes. "Stop, don't let this become irreversible."
Arthas sneered a few times, "Very good, then I announce that Uther*Lightbringer will be relieved of all positions and military ranks and return to Lordaeron immediately." After that, he turned to look at Jaina. "Are you going to abandon me too, Jaina?"
Jaina shook his head with tears in his eyes. "I did not abandon you Arthas, you abandoned me, you abandoned your people."
Prince Your Highness looked at the two people leaving, and his heart was filled with endless anger.
"Into town!!!"
Stratholme was bleeding, and the people looked at their own Prince in horror and confusion. Why did Prince's soldiers use their swords on his people? Undead running from the depths of the city only exacerbated the chaos. Prince's army changed from only selecting infected people to kill, to killing everyone on sight.
In the square in front of Stratholme City Hall, Arthas saw the source of everything, at least that's what he thought.
It was Pit Lord, looking at him with a smile.
"What a wonderful killing, Prince Your Highness! I want to pay tribute to you." Pit Lord Mal'Ganis bowed pretentiously.
Arthas had a look of hatred on his face. He raised the golden war hammer in his hand and roared towards Pit Lord.
"You are going to die! Devil! You have to pay for all this, for the crimes you committed against Lordaeron!!!" His war hammer hit Mal'Ganis hard, and the Fel Flame Shield that suddenly surged out of the latter blocked the blow, and a large number of scattered sparks burst out.
"It's not yet time, Prince Your Highness, come to Northrend to find me. There, you will understand your true destiny."
Mal'Ganis smiled lowly, and then turned into a group of bats and left the city that had become the country of Undead.
"No! Come back! Coward! I will go to Northrend to find you! Devil bastard! I will chase you to the ends of the earth!!!" Arthas's eyes were red and he was yelling like crazy.
****
Hu Feng dropped a piece of information on the table in front of King Llane.
"Look, our Arthas Prince Your Highness has begun his journey to seek death."
King Llane opened the information and read it. The more he looked at it, the more his hands shook. Lothar also came over curiously, standing next to Llane and reading about the tragic situation in the northern continent.
"Divine Venerable, is the instigator of this Undead Scourge Kil'jaeden the Deceiver?" The old Medivh was sitting on the fur sofa nearby, holding a glass of eggnog in his hand.
Hu Feng nodded, "It's just another person who was instigated by the Burning Legion and sent to the front line as cannon fodder. That Lich King Ner'zhul was the patriarch of Orcs and Shadowmoon Clan during his lifetime. Now he is a miserable soul trapped in ice."
"Orcs Orcs, Orcs again! Why are the cannon fodders all Orcs! First Orcs is alive, and now Orcs is dead! There is no end!" Lothar complained loudly.
"It won't happen soon. Otherwise, why do you think you need to spend so much effort to lure Arthas to Northrend?"
Llane narrowed his eyes, Divine Eye was filled with horror.
"Lich King wants a body that can move, and Arthas is the most suitable."
Hu Feng nodded and shook his head. "So we have to take the next step. Oh, and you are wrong, Llane. Lich King's first choice was you, and the second was Lothar. But because you are under my constant surveillance, I had no choice but to choose Arthas in the end."
Now it was Llane and Lothar's turn to be dumbfounded.
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