Prince Galen Trollbane.
Thinking it over, Rhode did remember that name vaguely.
That was back in the level-sixty version of the game. Stromgarde had already fallen, overrun with trolls, ogres, and the Syndicate, with only a small area still under Stromgarde's control.
Prince Galen Trollbane stood alone in a room. Rhode had no idea whether he was thinking about reclaiming the royal city that had once belonged to him.
In the game, Alliance players mainly went there to buy first aid manuals, so they would see him. Horde players, on the other hand, had a quest to kill him.
In later versions, the prince seemed to have become one of the Forsaken, though Rhode could not remember that part too clearly.
He had never expected Prince Galen Trollbane to have already been possessed by Mal'Ganis at this point in time.
And as far as Rhode knew, anyone possessed by a Dreadlord was already dead.
Poor kid.
As Rhode was thinking this, Arthas spoke. "I can't be sure it's Mal'Ganis, but by the Holy Light, the thought did cross my mind. He really does seem rather similar..."
Whether it was him or not, it was most likely a demon. Otherwise, this whole series of events made no sense.
"Rhode, hurry up and get me out of here! I'm going to beat up that rotten prince!" came Lilia's voice.
Ah, right. I need to rescue them.
It would not be long before the combined forces of the Syndicate and the Cult of the Damned attacked. This prison was hardly a safe place.
Although Rhode was not good at dismantling magical barriers, he still had to give it a try.
So Rhode said, "Don't worry. Let me try."
Then he stood up, spread his hands toward the invisible magical barrier on the iron