Azeroth’s Death Track

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As a real power aristocrat in China, the son of Baron Rivendell entered the top aristocracy circle at birth.

Before he became ill, Orix was also a famous aristocratic child in the kingdom. He was somewhat of a playful temperament. He was the same age as Prince Alsace. After several visits, the two became friends.

The friendship of young people is pure, not too much political factors, and after Orix became ill, Prince Arthas took time to see his friends every few months, he also for Orix Felt sad.

In fact, in the eyes of Prince Alsace, Baron Rivendell is more like a qualified father than his father. This baron is almost meticulous in taking care of his son. Alsace believes that if Ori can be cured Barks, Rivendell Baron absolutely gave up everything.

But he chose the worst way.

"Aurix won't want to see you like this, Baron."

Arthas turned over and dismounted, his short blond hair shaking between walks, and those blue eyes stared at the baron in front of him, he said in a deep voice:

"Put down what is in your hand, baron, that evil thing can't save Orix! Now look back...too late!"

When he saw Alsace, Baron Rivendell made a subconscious turn and fled, but when he was called to break his name, the baron's footsteps fled and stopped in place, he turned his back to Alsace After a moment, he reached out and took off his hood.

"Prince Alsace..."

The baron turned and looked at the prince holding the warhammer with a pleading look. He said in a deep voice:

"You have to arrest me, you have to judge me, even you have to kill me, but... but this crystal, I have to send it back to Orix, it can save Orix's life! I I have seen it with my own eyes, this crystal can remove the shadow from my son, it can cure him!"

"Aurix is ​​also your friend, isn't he?"

The baron’s voice was tragic and low, which was a gesture of a father who had rescued his son. He did not need to disguise at all. The kind of pleading gesture made Alsace’s questioning tone sway.

"I can understand you, Baron, and I want to save my friends, but not in this way, the things in your hands are full of darkness and evil breath, how can this kind of thing save lives? You have been deceived, Baron, take me to those who deceive you, maybe... maybe we can find another way."

"I don't care what evil and justice, it can cure Aurix!"

The baron clenched his fists, his stubborn stubbornness beating in his black eyes, he shouted to Alsace:

"They promised me. I covered them and sent the pot pots to Stratholme. I sold my soul for this, and sold my soul to the devil. Only in exchange for this! You can't stop me, Arthas!"

The shout was turned into a complete roar in the wind blowing over the corner of the street, and the muscles on the cheek of Baron Rivendell twitched. He held the black velvet bag with crystals in his left hand and placed it close to his body. In his pocket, and then his finger slipped onto the hilt of his waist.

"Don't try to stop me, Arthas, the light of your faith can't save Orix, and I don't want to lose my son like this, I must save him, at all costs!"

In the confrontation between the two sides, a dark voice was beating in the baron's heart.

"Secular justice has come to you, Rivendell, because of the things you do to save your loved ones, he thinks you are an evil person, he wants to punish you, and most importantly, he is obstructing you from saving his son. .. you and I all know that the time remaining for Orix is ​​not much."

"The rest of Orix is ​​running out."

Baron Rivendell meditated on this sentence, an anxious emotion rushed into his heart, he gritted his teeth, and looked at his prince before his eyes, he stepped back suddenly, the sword in his hand sprang out, the sharp 'S blade pointed at Arthas:

"Don't come here! Arthas, Orix, my poor son, he has little time left...no time to waste, let go! Let me go! Otherwise, I will..."

"boom"

The golden warhammer in the prince's hand was fiercely spotted on the ground, the bricks under his feet shattered at this moment, and the rich light extended from Alsace's hands, wrapped around his arms, and he looked at him Baron Rivendell, the beating light in the eyes of the baron couldn't hide his eyes.

"You're tempted, Baron Rivendell, I can't let you go, I can't let you extend the darkness to Orix again, sober up!"

"You villain!"

Alsace's stubbornness made the baron completely impatient. In the crazy vent of his inner emotions, he clenched the sword handle and stepped forward. The beating blade screamed and screamed at the prince's arm, but the blade was touching Before Arthas, he was repulsed by the warhammer held by the prince's hands.

Paladins are good at using heavy weapons, especially the old-fashioned noble knights such as Uther. They adhere to the original creed of the knight and will not use bladed weapons, so the Warhammer has become their first choice.

As a disciple of Uther, Arthas's warhammer skills were also superb. In the face of the stab and hack of the deadly one-handed sword in the hands of Baron Rivendell, the prince wrapped the Holy Light around his body. Waving the warhammer in his hand in a fierce manner, but only a few confrontations, forced the baron to retreat.

"Orisis is at stake and you still stop me from saving him! Is this the justice you uphold? Bullshit!"

The baron seemed to be crazy, screaming and rushing towards Arthas again without any care. His eyes were red, an abnormal madness echoed in his heart, and the endless voice was in his heart. Entangled inside, driving the baron to kill the young prince.

When the orc retreated from Quel'Thalas, Baron Rivendell took Stratholme's garrison to fight against the orc. He was an excellent swordsman and had rich combat experience. He was worried about his loved ones. Under pressure, it was only for a moment, in this back alley, the baron's offensive became sharper.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang"

Sharp swords and warhammers intersect and collide. The figures of the two come and go. The sparks from the friction of the weapon are jumping everywhere in the air. This life-and-death battle is not too fancy, more It is a pure power contest, and in this contest, the prince haunted by the light is obviously more advantageous, and the baron’s one-handed sword is difficult to be perfect every time when facing the collision of heavy weapons. Dodge.

"Only the Holy Light can save Orix, and it has always been in Orix's heart!"

"Uh"

Arthas turned sideways, letting the roaring baron's long sword make a score on his breastplate, his left hand raised, the rich holy light swelled in the palm of his hand, and the bright light was like an arrow of light. The light beams blazing in all directions made the baron's eyes narrow subconsciously.

"It is not Orix that needs to be saved...but you!"

"boom"

The whistling warhammer hit the baron’s chest fiercely. Although the swordsman blocked his chest with a long sword in a critical moment, in the face of this pure heavy weapon, the fragile long sword was disconnected from the center. In a metallic symphony, the figure of Baron Rivendell was smashed to the rear, he rolled in the air, and finally fell into a pile of debris under the wall.

"Call...Call"

Arthas breathed a few times breathlessly, and then hurried forward with the warhammer, he walked in front of the mess of debris, and looked at Baron Rivendell lying in the ruins, the baron had a chest The wound cut by the broken blade was covered with blood in his clothes. He was not seriously injured, but his eyes that looked up at the sky became empty.

Like losing all will and perseverance, it turned into a walking dead.

"I tried..."

The baron was lying in a pile of dirty debris. He stared blankly at the sky. As Alsace approached, the baron whispered in a hoarse voice:

"I have tried all methods...light, magic... even the witch's disgusting herbs, I have tried...useless, all useless, your light, can't save my son. .."

"The Holy Light is not omnipotent! Why is it not...why is it not..."

The baron’s voice choked, he raised his **** hands and covered his face. Alsace stood beside the baron, watching the baron sobbing silently. This is a real father, and a man can Tears flowed in front of outsiders. How much pain and despair did he experience?

For a time, the sad and desperate atmosphere also infected Arthas. The young prince stood silently beside the desperate baron, holding the warhammer in his hands. For a moment, he felt the powerlessness again.

He seemed to understand the crazy behavior of Baron Rivendell, and the drowning man grabbed the last despair of life-saving straw, although he could not accept this behavior.

"You can't think that Orix has experienced pain, so you want to hurt others..."

Arthas wanted to say something, but when he saw Baron Rivendell's somber expression on his face, he suddenly realized how sounding and how disgusting he was...how disgusting.

Think about it another way. If your father was seriously ill, or Jaina was seriously ill, would you want to seize the last hope like the Baron Rivendell?

Arthas was silent, he had seen the ending...he would! There is no doubt that he will do the same things as Baron Rivendell, or even more excessive things, to save his loved ones, but these things, these wrong things done to save, can really be used. Is pure justice and justice measured?

Human nature is so complicated. In the adult world, is there really a distinction between absolutely correct and absolutely wrong?

At this moment, in the dark alley of Stratholme City, Alsace, the young prince, the young paladin became dazed, and he realized how pale the pure justice and truth he once insisted on.. On the Dalson Farm, he saw that the civilians killed would be filled with indignation and wished to kill the culprit, but now, the culprit is in front of him, but he can’t stop.

Who is right and who is wrong?

"I can't judge you..."

Arthas bent down and carried the desperate baron on his shoulders. He said in a deep voice:

"I am not qualified to judge you, Baron, but I will do my best to help Orix, he is my friend, if he can recover one day, then...I will let him try you, I don’t have that qualification ."

"You are a good boy, Arthas, you are..."

The baron said a few words softly, and then when Alsace tried to use chains to hold him, the baron suddenly stretched his foot and kicked on Alsace's waist, kicking out the unexpected prince and attacking him suddenly. Alsace rolled on the ground twice, and when he raised his head again, he saw Baron Rivendell strangled his neck by a sudden demon and raised him into midair.

"Hehehe, I knew that human beings are unreliable! They will always be inexplicably changed."

Mal'Ganis stared at his black eyes and looked at the Baron Rivendell who was struggling in his paws. This Nasrezm demon in green armor turned his head with a malicious look and shot it from the ground. Prince Arthas, he smiled and brought the baron to his eyes.

"Don't you want to save your son? Still, when you say a few words about justice and axiom, you will "repentance"? Stop it, Rivendell, stop it...you have no second The road can go."

"But... it doesn't matter, maybe your son can't use it, then let it be for you!"

The dreadlord grinned and clenched his fingers, and the black crystal put in the pocket by the baron was crushed by the devil's claws at this moment, and the cold and corrupting power contained in it rushed into the body of Baron Rivendell at this moment. Here, the baron gave a painful roar, and the whole baron was thrown out at the moment the devil waved his paw.

Arthas saw this scene, the young Paladin roared and rushed towards the Dreadlord. The light in his body covered his body at this moment, and two bright wings flew behind the prince, leaving the whole street. Filled with holy light.

But at the moment his warhammer hit the demon, Marganis's huge body suddenly spread out, and between the black bats screaming, the fear demon disappeared without a trace.

"Ha, the little prince of mankind, I smell your confusion, and stick to your pale justice inside. Fight to die here, just like you can't save Rivendell, you can't save... yourself!"

"Click"

With a muffled sound, the furious Arthas turned his head, and behind him, a cold body stood up from the ground, still the familiar face, but the eyes of the baron had become cold at this time. The ice-like dark blue, a frost long sword cast in the ice appeared in the palm of his hand before the wrist flipped.

"Death Knight...No"

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