Warcraft novel series

After a long period of tired running, the soldiers finally waited for the night they were most looking forward to. After eating, they lay staggered on the ground. Perhaps this was the most apologetic moment for them. For a moment, snoring broke out everywhere, and even Arthas felt that his whole body was extremely sore. Maybe he was too impulsive and forgot about the limits of his body. Looking at Jaina sleeping soundly in the tent, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, and gently covered Jaina. Get a blanket. Only Xavier didn't sleep. He was leaning against the big tree, feeling a little confused. He wondered whether he should have come at all. In this tumultuous war, his confidence was destroyed step by step. He watched Alsace become more and more crazy. Step by step into the abyss of hatred, but I can't help him. Sometimes I really feel useless.

The sound of footsteps in the distance interrupted Xavier's thoughts, and the familiar figure of Alsace appeared in front of him,"I really hate the war, but I watched my people turn into demons because of my procrastination. My heart is almost broken," Arthas confessed heartbrokenly. Xavier could only express sympathy,"Everything will be fine, maybe there will be good news tomorrow." Xavier comforted him so superficially that he didn't believe it,"Maybe tomorrow will only be worse and make you even more completely crazy." Xavier thought."I hope so," Arthas sighed softly. This night is long, but when the sun rises tomorrow, they are destined to embark on a journey.

After a night's rest, the army's physical strength had recovered. When they arrived at Hearthglen, the transit point for Stratholme, they were attacked again by a large-scale attack by the Scourge. Arthas still fought tenaciously, but he also knew that his combat power was somewhat insufficient and needed to be replenished immediately. Arthas swung his war hammer and knocked off the head of a zombie and said seriously to Xavier,"This small team of humans and dwarves can only deal with small conflicts and cannot withstand an entire army of undead. I will stay here." Protect the village. Go to Lord Uther as quickly as possible and tell him what happened.""But you……""Don't worry, go quickly, for the Holy Light!"Arthas shouted the Holy Light and rushed out to continue fighting. Xavier had no choice but to ride back to Lordaeron.

"What, Arthas is fighting those zombies independently, my people are turning into lifeless monsters, and I will never allow this!"King Terenas Menethil was furious."Uther, I order you to immediately bring the paladins of the Silver Hand to reinforce""Yes, Your Majesty."Uther performed the most standard paladin way of bending and half-kneeling to understand. He looked so noble under the holy light, so dazzling that Xavier could hardly open his eyes, but he was not in the mood to think about this. Arthas was waiting. He and the people of Lordaeron are also waiting for him.

After the battle with the zombie army, Arthas decided to rest in Hearth Keep and wait for reinforcements from the Knights of the Silver Hand led by Xavier. The villagers enthusiastically Welcoming the arrival of Prince Alsace, many people were munching on freshly baked bread."It seems that the plague has not spread here yet."Jaina comforted Arthas."I hope so," Arthas' slightly improved mood was immediately interrupted by the dwarf Farric who met halfway,"Your Highness Arthas, maybe you should take a look at this."Following the direction of his finger, Alsace looked,"The empty box... has the mark of Andorhal on it... Maybe he saw it wrong. Alsace held on to the glimmer of hope and asked in a trembling voice," What's in the box?"

A Hearthglen man looked at him in confusion."It's just some grain shipped from Andorhal. Don't worry, sir. It has been distributed to the villagers. We have enough bread." It's that smell - not the ordinary smell of toasted bread, a little off-flavored, a little too sweet - Arthas understood. He was dizzy for a moment, and the cruel reality and boundless fear almost knocked him down. The grain has been distributed... and an army of zombies suddenly appeared……"Oh, no," his voice was almost inaudible. At the same time, Jaina understood what was going on and shouted,"Don't touch the bread.……"

Unfortunately, it was too late. Many people who had come into contact with the bread fell down. The villager who had just spoken to Alsace bowed his waist low, and so did some other people. The strange green light illuminated their bodies, and the pulse became stronger and stronger. They fell to the ground clutching their stomachs, blood gushing from their mouths and soaking their shirts. One of them reached out to him and begged for help. In horror, Arthas retreated back, watching the man wither in pain, and died within a few seconds.

"Oh God, where are you, merciful Holy Light, why don't you save these poor villagers!"Arthas fell to his knees in pain, unable to get up no matter how hard Jaina pulled him. Crazy laughter echoed in his ears - Kel'Thuzad, even if he was dead, was still laughing and showing off his power. Arthas Si wondered if he was going crazy from what he had witnessed. Then the zombies began to crawl up, their movements waking him up like lightning, and his tongue came to life.

"Self defense!"Alsace roared, swinging the warhammer before the zombie stood up. Facing those former comrades and innocent villagers, Alsace was completely defeated. His heart has been occupied by hatred. So many. They are so There were many, long-dead skeletons, fresh corpses that had just been transformed, more than one maggot-colored hatred driving them. He could feel the panic in his team. They had defeated many enemies, but they were not this - not this living The army of the dead. Arthas roared, ending those so-called lives, but he didn't know that Jaina was looking at him sadly, looking at his former lover.

Arthas didn't know how long he had been fighting, he didn't stop for a moment The ground swung the war hammer, his arms shaking from excessive fatigue. The holy light surged through his body, bringing calm strength and firm belief."For Lordaeron!" For the king!"Arthas finally waited for Xavier to arrive with reinforcements from Lordaeron. Uther brought the backbone of the Knights. They were energetic and battle-hardened. They were not afraid of the natural disaster army, although Xavier was very tired. , but still insists on fighting with Arthas. And it seems that Uther has explained the situation in advance so that they will not delay the fight due to shock when they first see the zombies. Now the zombies fall faster, every time A wave of attacks collapsed in the fierce fervor of warhammers, swords, and flames.

Finally, when the last zombie fell, Arthas was able to sit down and take a breath."I'm sorry, I'm late. Xavier came to Alsace with an apology."Yes, you are indeed late. If you saw so many people killed by the poisonous bread brought from Andorhal, in an instant we would have to fight with those who had When you fight with your comrades and brothers, you will know how painful it is."Alsace didn't look at Xavier and muttered silently, which made Xavier full of self-blame.

"Everything is over, and we will achieve final victory."Uther walked to Alsace and said."Victory? It's just that the price of victory is too high. Every time one of our warriors dies, the Scourge will further grow. We should eliminate their leader first. Althazar's voice became higher and higher, almost growling,"El'Thuzad told me who it is and where to find it." It is - something called a 'dreadlord', named Mal'Ganis. It's in Stratholme. Stratholme, Uther, where you were baptized as a paladin. We must rush there immediately!"Uther sighed tiredly."Of course, but——"

"If necessary, I will kill Mal'Ganis myself." Xavier looked at Arthas in horror. He had never seen Arthas show such an arrogant expression."Calm down, you can't defeat the Scourge alone. Chief,""Then hurry up and follow me!"Alsace rode away alone, without even saying hello to Xavier and Uther."He has shouldered too many responsibilities, we should help him. Xavier said helplessly to Uther. Obviously Jaina also agreed with Xavier's point of view."After him, I don't want to see him swallowed up by the anger of hatred."""This is the first time he has felt the weight of the crown," Uther said calmly."He has never had to bear this responsibility before. This is the process he must go through, the process of learning how to rule the country wisely. I had watched a young Terenas struggle with the same problem. They are both good people who want to do what is right for their subjects and keep them safe and happy."Uther watched Alsace's figure disappear into the distance, his eyes thoughtful."But sometimes you can only choose the lesser of two evils, and sometimes not everything can be handled perfectly. Alsace is learning this.

The flying Alsace desperately wanted to end it all quickly, but a black shadow in front of him forced him to stop."I almost hit you, old guy!" Alsace shouted dissatisfied. However, this also allowed Xavier and his group to catch up with him. The black shadow finally revealed his identity, an old man with broad shoulders and a black cloak, a kind face, and a pure smile under his black and white beard."You won't hurt my child, I have to talk to you." The old man bowed slightly and continued,"I talked to your father, but he didn't listen, so I came to you."Alsace snorted. He felt as if he was being teased, but he still listened."This land has fallen! The shadow has fallen, and no matter what you do, you can't stop it. If you really want to save your people, take them across the sea... to the west."

Arthas almost laughed," You want me to abandon my country and disregard the life and death of the people. Is this the reason why you keep me?" The prophet showed a sad smile."We shall see not only with our eyes, Prince Arthas. But with our wits and hearts. I will give you one final prophecy. Remember, the more you strive to kill your enemy, the sooner your son will be killed. The people are delivered into their hands." Alsace was about to retort, but the prophet's body was undergoing obvious changes. The black feathers gradually tightened and hugged the body, and his hands slowly turned into wings, and for a moment he turned into a crow.. It let out a rough, dismayed cry in Alsace, rose into the sky, circled for a week, and then flew away.

"This madman must be an accomplice of the natural disaster, and his nonsense cannot stop me from moving forward. Arthas ignored the prophet's advice at all. He already knew that the prophet talked nonsense in front of his father in the same way and then turned into a crow and flew away. At this moment, Arthas just wanted to get to Stratholme as soon as possible and put an end to the source of evil. Xavier, who was following him, felt that all this might be true, but he said nothing, and nothing he said would be useful."Follow quietly, maybe things will change." Xavier muttered silently, choosing to believe in the unknown miracle.