Evil will not deceive you

"That's interesting."

Deathwing found it very interesting. Arthas's motive was obviously to save his people and kingdom, but why did he and Li Ke have such a strong desire to win?

However, his love for his kingdom is so pure.

"Are you another arrogant and dictator? A king who does not allow anyone to be better than himself?"

I've seen people like Deathwing a lot, but it's really interesting for such a person to appear in this stage play.

"But the power of necromancy is indeed very powerful."

Recalling the necromancy he had received from Arthas, Deathwing found it very interesting.

Especially the idea of ​​some flesh-and-blood creations made him couldn't help but think of some of his son's research. If possible, he wouldn't be able to get some dragon corpses to make things like dracolich.

It's just not very easy to control, so he needs more information.

"By the way, Lord Presto, I have a question for you."

Arthas looked at Deathwing and finally couldn't help but ask a question.

"To whom do you owe allegiance?"

Neither his father nor he can make Alterac truly independent. Alterac is now de facto the territory of Lordaeron. It just takes some time for the mark of Alterac to disappear completely. That’s all.

He didn't believe that people like Presto couldn't understand the current situation.

"I am loyal to myself, Your Highness. Of course, I don't have to be a king. I only care about the continuation of my family and whether I can make my family stronger. You know that when a famine comes, save money and food. These are all undesirable actions. Forging weapons is the only possibility for you to survive."

Arthas opened his mouth to refute, but the facts and what he saw and heard made him unable to refute, so he was silent for a while before speaking.

"It doesn't matter, you can change it later."

When his plan is implemented, he can change it.

"Maybe, but for us, peace of mind is the most important thing."

"I understand, Sir Presto, you can go about your business. My subordinates will fully cooperate with you, and you can also act in my name."

He was a little fed up.

Looking at Deathwing's leaving figure, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Prestor is also a smart man, but he is too obsessed with his family and his own power, and is not suitable to be his team. And if he is really a black dragon, it will be even more impossible for him to join us... But , are they buying so much food to cause famine in Lordaeron? They are really thinking too much."

but……

It just made it easier for him to move.

Arthas shook his head and held a gem tightly. After a while, a necromancer appeared in front of him, but outside, there were several nobles he had newly conquered.

"Are you in touch?"

He looked at the Necromancer in front of him and asked what he was most concerned about. The Necromancer nodded quickly and placed a parchment scroll in front of Arthas.

"The contact has been made, Your Highness, as long as you give an order, we can release the plague. This is the specific situation and those who are ours."

Looking at the neatly planned patterns and numbers on the scroll, Arthas nodded.

"Very good. When the food is transported from Stratholme and there is insufficient food stored in various places, we will start to put it in the moving food..."

When Arthas said this, he paused for a moment, and the faces of countless people who might have died appeared in his eyes, and then he continued to speak.

"...Place the plague."

But the Necromancer in front of him did not hesitate and nodded directly to accept the order.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Alsace doesn't have any Huaiyin. In his opinion, these people are also people who are dissatisfied with the status quo, and like him, they all hope for a world with clear governance.

Therefore, he did not doubt the motives of these people, but simply felt that Kel'Thuzad really knew how to select talents.

Watching his messenger gradually disappear in front of him.

Arthas closed his eyes in pain.

"Sacrifice..."

He already knew very well in his heart what price he had to pay, but now, he still felt a burst of heartache and helplessness, but at this moment...

"Oh, it looks like you are planning to kill your own people. You are such a wise king."

A voice appeared in his room.

He immediately picked up his two-handed hammer, and the two-handed hammer shining with faint holy light hit his back hard, but the person behind him just raised his arm and easily blocked the attack. hit.

Arthas looked at the opponent's arm in astonishment. Not only was his hammer hitting the opponent's arm with all his strength to no avail, even the holy light above only emitted a burst of black smoke on the opponent's arm, just as the opponent was grinning ferociously. Under the gaze, it gradually extinguished.

Only then did he see clearly what the other person looked like.

The opponent had a pair of goat's horns, the skin on his body was extremely pale, he had huge bat-like wings on his back, and his feet looked like a pair of hooves.

The most important thing is that there is blood at the corner of the other party's mouth, and the exposed fangs of the other party can be seen.

vampire?

He almost immediately thought of this, but immediately denied it.

Because he smelled a stink of sulfur.

It's a devil!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... I thought you were so capable, and it's really ironic that a person who plans to murder his own people can still use the Holy Light. It seems that you are either a self-deceiving bastard, or you are really... …”

Tichondrius looked at Arthas with a sneer, his face kept getting closer, and Arthas tried hard to pull his warhammer back, but he couldn't do it at all.

The monster in front of him was more powerful than he imagined!

A huge pressure almost choked his throat, making it impossible for him to speak loudly.

So, while bumping against the table, he delayed as much time as possible under the strong pressure.

"...Really what?"

Moreover, he was curious what did this monster mean by self-deceiving bastard?

Could it be...

Tichondrius chuckled.

"A true saint, but you have to know that most of the time, there is only a thin line between a saint and a paranoid or madman. As long as you think you are righteous, you can continue to use the Holy Light."

Tichondrius chuckled lightly and used summoning magic to summon a ray of holy light on his hand. This holy light was not summoned by him, but imitated with the help of magic.

It is useless for Li Ke, but for ordinary paladins...

Arthas opened his eyes wide. He looked at the demon bathed in the holy light. He felt that everything he knew was challenged, and he couldn't help but roar out.

"This is impossible!!"

Okay, sleep.