Azeroth Trail of Light

Andorhal, on the left side of the Mirundal Lake Bridge.

"Kel'Thuzad! You will pay for what you do!"

Armed Arthas wielded his warhammer and smashed the ghoul in front of him with a single hammer. The blazing holy light in his palm bloomed, burning this dirty and evil monster to ashes.

He bravely rushed in the direction of Kel'Thuzad alone, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, but around him, countless undead waved their arms, forming a terrifying "wall of people."

These withered undeads were still living residents of Andorhal this morning, but at noon, the fog that had enveloped Andorhal from the beginning of this year suddenly increased. In just three hours, Andorhal From the largest city in the east of Lordaeron, it became a real hell.

Arthas took nearly a hundred Paladins, which was the entire force drawn from the Crusade Barrier.

After obtaining the tracing information from his most trusted guard captain Farek and discovering that Kel'Thuzad had returned to Andorhal from Brill, Arthas set out for the first time with all the Paladins.

Yes, Jaina lied to Dick. The young lady didn't tell Alsace about her and Dick's trail at all, but stole Alsace's badge. This bold act made the young lady almost lost her life.

But right now, Arthas didn't know so much. He only knew that Jaina took Dick out of the Crusader fortress, but he didn't have the mind to find the playful mage lady, he had more important things to do. He wanted to rescue his people. As the future king of Lordaeron, Arthas was definitely a qualified ruler in this regard.

But this is also his biggest weakness, and unfortunately, this weakness has been discovered by the black hands behind the scenes.

Kel'Thuzad "cursed" with his staff, standing expressionlessly on the square in the center of Andorhal, watching Arthas hardly "charge" among the undead group, a flash of disdain flashed in the corner of his eyes.

He didn’t understand why the great Lich King chose this weak paladin as his left hand. He could easily kill the paladin with only five points of strength, this stupid prince, the mage didn’t quite understand why. He had to "die" in the hands of this guy.

But Kel'Thuzad was a serious person. Since the omnipotent master asked him to do this, he would do it in order to gain greater power and study deeper magic.

Kel'Thuzad's fingers moved slightly, and the undead who had strictly blocked Arthas from the outside suddenly revealed a gap.

"Holy light, give me strength!"

Arthas seized this opportunity keenly. The warhammer in his hand was raised high. He called for the power of the holy light. After the energy from an unknown existence was poured, Arthas began to surging with pure gold. The light of justice.

To the undead, this holy light is just like the sunlight that melts ice.

The warhammer wrapped in the holy light swept lightly, and the gap in front of Arthas became much wider again. The undead on both sides, in the barrier formed by the holy light, wailed and turned into gray ashes.

"Your punishment is coming! Kel'Thuzad!"

Arthas swung his warhammer bravely and rushed to Kel'Thuzad, who was "faced". With a light knock, the black and red staff in Kel'Thuzad's hand flew to the side. Before the second hit, Kerr Sugar spit out a mouthful of blood, this action also dissipated the magic light he was preparing.

Seeing this scene, a touch of excitement appeared in His Royal Highness's eyes.

He is not an idiot who has no knowledge of magic. This is obviously because the manipulation of these undead army has contained too much magic power of Kel'Thuzad, so that after being broken by himself, he can't even do defense and can only grit his teeth. Cut off the control of these undead.

He is going to run!

How could Arthas allow Kel'Thuzad to escape? The rounded warhammer in his hand smashed towards the body of the wizard. This blow hit Kel'Thuzad on the back, smashing the wizard and staggering, Kerr. Sugar fell to the ground embarrassedly, and he shouted at Arthas in "horror".

"Don't be proud! Prince, in Stratholme, my allies are creating an army that can destroy the entire country. You...you all will be...ah!!!"

Before Kel'Thuzad's wailing was over, the heart was completely smashed by the warhammer that was smashed again. The black blood stained the surrounding land black. Arthas glanced at Kel'Thuzad's body with disgust. He raised his head again, and looked around the undead who had returned to the form of guerrilla warriors due to no one being controlled.

Reminiscent of Kel'Thuzad's last words, there was a trace of fatigue on Alsace's firm face, but then it turned into firmness. The stubborn gaze made people look at it and couldn't help but feel chills.

"Farek, burn this corpse, take the ashes, let's go to Stratholme!"

Farek was holding a large shield in one hand and a battle axe in the other. He turned around and chopped down a ghoul that was attempting a sneak attack, and then quickly ran to Arthas. His empty seat was soon It was filled in by another Paladin.

"His Royal Highness, would you like to take a day off? You look tired!"

"No! Go straight to Stratholme. My people are suffering. I want to rescue them from the darkness!"

Arthas's voice was very firm. With the look in his eyes, no one would doubt his words. When the surrounding paladins heard the words, they showed firm gazes. These people were very angry, and they soon fell out of formation at all. Among the undead, with the holy light, tore open a road of ashes.

Arthas personally wielded the warhammer and walked in the forefront. Farek, carrying a small cloth bag, walked behind him, and the other paladins followed behind him.

This group of people are like warriors who challenge death. Wherever they go, they are full of purified undead. The warriors rushed into the mist in silence, and soon disappeared.

This was supposed to be an epic story of justice over evil and warriors beheading the fall, but to Dick and Jaina standing next to the highest tower in Andorhal, it seemed like a joke! It's like a bad stage play.

"That arrogant idiot, he didn't even think about it. Is an archmage so easy to deal with?"

Jaina cursed with hatred for iron and steel, but her body had just been tortured by four curses, plus this mage eldest lady, she was not the mage leader ten years later, so even if she cursed contact, she The body is still very weak now, and even needs to move with a staff.

But this weakness made her anger even stronger.

"Strholme, that was clearly Kel'Thuzad's trap! He jumped in without looking back! It's...cough cough cough."

The angry emotions affected her still fragile body, coupled with the heavy forbidden chains on her hands and feet, her weaker figure almost fell to the ground.

Dick hurriedly stepped up to help her, but Miss Mage opened the hand he stretched out. In Jaina's eyes, she made no secret of her disgust and contempt for Dick.

"Go away! You humble coward!"

Dick's outstretched hand stopped in place. Although he had tried his best to conceal it, the emblem of the cursed sect on the back of his left hand was still so conspicuous.

He pursed his lips, trying to persuade himself not to pay attention to Jaina's misunderstanding, but seeing the eyes of the lady who wished to kill him, Dick finally hid the worry in his eyes in the depths of his eyes. He finally He glanced at the stubborn Jaina, turned around and left the unguarded top floor.

"Go, go to your dark master! Like a dog, thank him for leaving you alive!"

The body that went downstairs stiffened a bit, but Dick quickly recovered, and he went straight down the stairs, leaving Jaina alone on the top floor.

Jaina's rare ferocious expression disappeared. She squatted down slowly with her staff, leaning against the dirty corner, and trying to curl her body into a ball, with her arms on her knees. He buried his head.

After a few seconds, the sound of sobbing sounded in the dim space on the top floor.

"Sorry...oooo...sorry...Alsace...if it wasn't me..."

The voice was faint, but it was enough for Dick, who was hiding in the darkness beside him, to hear. When the name "Alsace" came into his ears, Dick was silent.

He hid in the darkness, looking at the sobbing eldest lady, and seeing the always proud eldest lady showing this fear for the first time, as delicate as a little girl afraid of thunder.

He walked away quietly, this time, he didn't look back.

"Sorry... Dick... If I didn't pull you out... I shouldn't blame you... I'm sorry..."

It's a pity...the corner is empty.

Below the tower, Dick sat lazily on a chair, staring blankly at the spider web on the top of the dark tower, watching the fist-sized black spider working hard under the infestation of the natural disasters and plague. With a web, he also wanted to be a spider, shed his own web in the whole world, watching the ugliness of the prey trying their best to break the web.

But just yesterday and today, he saw two idiots who thought they were hunters. They smashed into a larger web. Although they wanted to break the web to escape, their strength did not even have the qualifications to break the web. .

Wisdom, memory, these things are often like bubbles in the water when faced with real power, and they are of no value.

Strength! power…

"Oh, look who this is... a little mouse thinking about life, it's ironic."

A guy that Dick had never seen walked in through the door and sat directly on the main seat in front of Dick. Although his appearance and even his voice changed drastically, Dick knew that there was something hidden in this body. It was Kel'Thuzad who had just died, the botched male number two.

Dick looked at him, looked at him seriously,

"Why do you feel ironic?"

Kel'Thuzad also looked at him with those eyes that had changed a lot. This was the first time this haughty fallen mage spoke to Dick in an equal manner. The face of this body revealed a Mysterious smile.

"Because I discovered that a humble commoner could see the world more thoroughly than a noble prince. I just checked all your whereabouts. You came to Andorhal a month ago from the outskirts. A girl was rescued from the small village of, right? You also persuaded the owner of Gayron’s farm to throw away our plague steamer, but that idiot didn’t listen to you.”

"So I'm curious, how did you speculate about the role of the plague steamer before all this happened? Why didn't you report this discovery to the king? Isn't it the responsibility of the sheriff?"

Five days later, Dick’s signature squinting gesture once again appeared on his face.

"you guess?"

"boom!"

Dick paid the price for his frivolousness. Even though he changed his body, Kel'Thuzad's control over magic did not decrease. A "lich's palm" hit Dick in the air twice. Fell to the ground.

"The brother of Tirisfal has sent back news that we are leaving tonight, and, little mouse, you better be honest with me! You may not be afraid of death, but you have to think about others, right?"