Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

In the original history, there are many theories about the tragedy of Alsace, but his own character flaws undoubtedly occupy the most important factor.

As the crown prince of Lordaeron, the most powerful country in human beings, Alsace, who has been trained by paladins since he was a child, is by no means an idiot, but considering Terenas' careful protection, he has rarely suffered setbacks in the process of growing up.

Moreover, the way of the king taught by Terenas is very different from the concept of paladins. The different education methods of Uther and Terenas gradually conflicted in Alsace's mind.

Arthas didn't know whether he should follow the way of a fair and merciful paladin or deal with affairs according to the thick black school taught by his father. The conflict of ideas, coupled with the smooth sailing since he was a child, made him more sensitive to failure.

The first setback was a major disaster that would endanger the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron and even the whole of Azeroth. Alsace was in a mess right now.

Fortunately, Ilucia arrived at this time. She keenly saw the hesitation in her boyfriend's heart, and kept trying to comfort her while continuing to trace the source of the plague.

When arranging for Ilucia to rush to Alsace as a limiter, Andrea asked Prism to send people to sneak into Stratholme in advance to search for food contaminated by the plague.

However, Priscim's scouts were a step behind, and a large amount of plague food had already been loaded and transported to all parts of West and West Weld.

Andrea immediately instructed Prism to send someone to investigate and assassinate Lord Rivendell if necessary, but when looking for the lord of Stratholme City, he unexpectedly discovered that Lord Rivendell had long since disappeared.

"It's pretty fast..."

Andrea frowned and touched her chin, "I can't help it, I'll go there myself."

Shandris looked at her husband unexpectedly, "Are you sure? Don't you always advocate non-interference in other countries' internal affairs?"

"It's different this time." Andrea said solemnly while wearing the robe with the help of Seles, "This plague event is likely to affect the entire course of history in the future, and..."

"Maybe it is our acquaintance who is carrying out the task of spreading the plague now."

...

After learning from Alleria that the Dreadlord had come to Azeroth, Andrea immediately told Leticia the news.

Leticia, who was always laughing and joking, suddenly turned gloomy. Although ten thousand years have passed, she still clearly remembers Tichondrius's rampant and wanton smile when her father died tragically.

Although Queen Azshara avenged the Moonsong Clan with her own hands, creatures like demons can be resurrected indefinitely as long as their souls are immortal. Leticia had already guessed that one day she would meet Tichondrius again.

Leticia volunteered to lead her direct troops to Northrend. She wanted to kill Tichondrius herself. With Professor Andrea's shadow spell on the soul, she would never let that guy escape back to Northrend this time. The Twisting Nether resurrects.

Originally, Andrea planned to increase troops to Northrend, and a general commander was indispensable.

Leticia's overly excited mental state made Shandris very worried, and Andrea simply transferred the main force of Shandris' sentry force to Northrend, and Shandris was in charge of all battle commands on the ground.

The Lich King moved into action, proving that the Burning Legion was preparing to officially invade Azeroth.

This time, it wasn't the small fights like before. Andrea let Garald stay at Anakis, and began to mobilize the long-awaited night elf army in advance, training them to the point where they could go to the battlefield at any time.

After teleporting to Lordaeron, Andrea first met with Niyana who was in the royal city.

Niyana, who has been in Lordaeron for many years, looks a lot more mature than when she first came to power, but at this moment her brows are tightly knit together.

"Uncle, will Lordaeron perish?"

"Oh?" Andrea asked with a raised eyebrow in surprise, "Why do you ask that?"

Niyana smiled wryly and said, "I don't know why I feel this way, but this desolate country with internal undercurrents really makes me not at ease."

Drowsiness is inevitable, and as Terenas enters the final stages of his life, his decisions become more and more conservative.

As for the undercurrent, it refers to the plague spreading in Lordaeron and Benedictus whose intentions are still unknown.

Rubbing Niyana's head, Andrea comforted gently, "It's inevitable that you will have such speculations. This country truly embodies the saying that no matter how big a country is, warlike ones will die."

Relying on the strength of its own country, Lordaeron's relations with neighboring countries under the control of Terenas were once very tense. Although it has eased a lot in recent years, the torn wounds are difficult to heal in a short period of time.

This plague event is proof.

Although there are more or less signs of the plague spreading in various countries including Alterac, with the intervention of state agencies, the source of the plague in other countries was quickly extinguished, but the plague in Lordaeron has It's getting worse.

Dalaran sensed that something was wrong with these plagues mixed with magic power, and had already begun to intervene in the investigation. Ilucia was one of the on-site investigators they sent.

However, after other countries eliminated the plague in their own countries, they turned a blind eye to the tragedy of Lordaeron, and their indifference attitude was beyond words. This is the sequelae of Terenas' sins in the early years.

"Get ready."

Andrea patted Niyana on the head and sighed, "If you fail to stop the development of the situation, your work as an alliance ambassador will almost come to an end."

Niyana still can't understand what her tutor said, but she can see some clues from Andrea's eyes and attitude.

The future of Lordaeron may be in great danger enough to destroy the country.

...

Andorhal is Lordaeron's most important city in West Weald, and it bears the heavy responsibility of connecting the Tirisfal Glades with the East and West Weld trade routes.

As a trading transfer station extending in all directions, Andorhal had developed very prosperous many years ago, but when Andrea arrived in this city, the fire had already engulfed the entire city.

From the Icewind Hill, you can see the flames soaring into the sky from a distance, and the smell of burnt fat wafts along the summer breeze, and Andrea couldn't help frowning.

"Are you late?"

Putting on the shield and ignoring the fire into Andorhal, the city is full of charred corpses.

Judging from the state of these bodies, they did not die in the fire.

Andrea had been "fortunate" to see people who were burned to death by fire. Their hands and feet would curl up unconsciously under the burning of the fire, but these corpses were different.

Most of them lay flat or on their stomachs and apparently lost their lives before the blaze broke out.

"Did you die from the plague..."

It has to be said that Alsace's act of burning the city was actually the right choice.

Andorhal was hopeless long before Arthas arrived. In order to avoid the spread of the plague, burning the whole city with fire was a safe way to deal with it.

"Um?"

When passing by the square in front of the Civic Center, Andrea stopped, and the nearby high-intensity soul fluctuations caught his attention.

There are many ghosts in Andorhal that ordinary people cannot see. They are all residents who died here.

These unjust souls have extreme hatred for the living. When Andrea passed by, they frantically wanted to launch an attack, but they were all blocked by the holy light shield on Andrea's body. screeching sound.

The intensity of the soul fluctuation that Andrea perceives is not at the same level as the ordinary souls around him, and judging by the state of the soul, it is obvious that he still retains a very complete sense of reason.

Hitting the ground with the staff, a round of shadow ripples spread from the ground.

"Who is among the innocent souls of a large number of civilians, show up!"

"Haha~ You are indeed the Chairman of Moon Shadow."

A phantom of a human soul wearing a purple robe appeared about ten meters in front of Andrea.

This soul floating in mid-air should have been a mage before his death, and his extremely clever "top" forehead seemed to be able to reflect light even in the state of a soul.

The middle-aged bald mage bowed respectfully, "My name is Kel'Thuzad. It's an honor to meet you, Speaker Andrea Moonshadow."