Evil will not deceive you

For Arthas, this kind of thing is impossible. Although he questions the Holy Light, although he does not like the Holy Light, there is one understanding that he has always believed in!

It’s just that humans are not worthy of the Holy Light!

Human cognition is not worthy of the goodness of the Holy Light, but the Holy Light continues to protect them!

But, but...

A devil!

"Don't you still want to say that a demon can actually use the Holy Light? Hahaha..."

Tichondrius stood up, and Alsace's war hammer shining with holy light was also pushed by him. Although Alsace wanted to firm up his pace, he was still easily suppressed by the monster in front of him, and he could only do nothing. Watching his war hammer shining with holy light continue to emit green light in the hands of this monster, and finally explode completely.

He was knocked down by a strong shock wave. He wanted to stand up angrily, but saw the monster throw aside the broken hammer handle in his hand, and then looked at himself.

"Well, it seems like you only have so much fun. What's interesting, tell me, what would they do if I told them this news after you walked away from the plague?"

Tichondrius's face was full of smiles, but Arthas's heart was filled with only fear and anger.

In his imagination, only one in ten people would die, and young girls and children would not die. The psychic left by Kel'Thuzad would kill those who were close to aging. People, the poor, are transformed into immortals so that they don't have to suffer.

Although Alsace also wanted to treat everyone equally, there is no doubt that in this era, women are more precious than men because women can give birth to children.

"asshole!!"

Arthas roared angrily. He tried hard to call for the help of the Holy Light, but the moment he saw Tichondrius, Li Ke's appearance flashed in front of his eyes. Those corrupt people The appearance of the bishop, as well as the monsters and demons in front of him, are bathed in golden holy light, holding high the holy light that humans regard as truth, but abandon it!

A question arose in his mind for a moment.

Holy light——

Is it really kind?

Is it really fair?

real--

——Does it represent justice?

His hesitation prevented any supernatural power from appearing in his hands, which made Tichondrius smile with satisfaction.

"Oh, it seems that the Holy Light thinks that I am the righteous one."

He stretched out his hand again, and used his stolen holy light to condense a chain, which hit Alsace hard, entangled him, and then fell heavily to the ground. land.

Arthas roared out in pain. This holy light was constantly hurting his heart, reminding him of how wrong his actions were and how pathetic what he was about to do was. He should give up all his persistence and desires in the mortal world, join the Legion of Holy Light, and contribute his life and strength to the world of Holy Light!

Such thoughts kept appearing in his mind, which made him extremely painful, because there was always a problem in his mind.

What about mortals! ?

Where are my people! ?

Do they have a place in the Holy Light? !

Arthas kept questioning the Holy Light in his heart, but unfortunately, the Holy Light did not give any response. He just told him that the Holy Light is everything!

He felt that his soul was almost torn apart. He had never felt that the Holy Light was such a painful thing, and it even felt like it was tearing his soul apart!

At this time, Tichondrius squatted down, poked Alsace's ferocious face with his sharp nails, and spoke in a leisurely tone.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, the Holy Light, for abandoning you. Proving you wrong, it looks like I can watch a good show. I will wait for you in Stratholme. In the name of the Holy Light, if you Such a person still has a little bit of kindness and a little bit of a king, so don't come...I am..."

Tichondrius's laughter was full of malice towards Alsace. He stood up with a smile, left the room, and closed the door politely before he finished speaking to Alsace. own words.

"...I'll be happy."

asshole! ! !

Alsace was in so much pain that he couldn't make any sound. It took him a long time before he saw a blurry figure. This angry figure took great pains to lift him up in a cloud of smoke, but when Alsace After his vision returned to normal, he was shocked to find that the smoke he saw was not something else, but the black smoke coming out of Farrick's body, and those holy things that Farrick's hand touched were The light areas have become scorched, and there are even signs of collapse.

However, the captain who died because of himself still only asked words of concern calmly and coldly.

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

Alsace's consciousness was a little blurry. His face was pale and his heart was beating fast. He almost thought that what had just happened was a dream, but the smell of sulfur remaining in the air reminded him that this was not a dream.

"I'm fine..."

Arthas stood up and looked at the place where Tichondrius once sat. Only then did he realize that the book that Tichondrius had looked through before was not something else, but the Code of Holy Light.

The Codex of Holy Light still exudes soft holy light, as if it had never been held by a demon, but Arthas saw that his guard captain, Farric, intentionally or unintentionally avoided the light of the Codex.

He knew why this was because the positive energy of necromancy and holy light conflicted, so undead like Farric would naturally be restrained by the holy light.

He was silent, and after thinking for a long time, he took a deep breath before speaking.

"Farric, how many soldiers can you gather? I mean, soldiers who are determined to follow me."

Farric was a little confused, Alsace's question was strange, but after thinking about it for a while, he spoke directly.

"Many, Your Highness. All of us are loyal."

But Arthas just sighed.

"I mean, how many people can obey me unconditionally? That is, those... who are not from noble families."

Farric was stunned for a moment before speaking.

"There are only about two hundred people, Your Highness."

Two hundred people...

Arthas was stunned for a moment, and then sighed deeply. He also knew that this number was correct, because there were only so many civilians in the team of two thousand people.

Of course it won't be that few. There are at least 1,500 civilians among the 2,000 people, but many of them are loyal to other nobles.

There are even some followers who are nobles themselves, and even the children of some minor nobles are also followers.

He took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and gave Farric an order.

"Give me the defense map. Necromancers have been rampant recently. We must prevent them from attacking the army..."

Farric nodded, and Arthas looked at the defense map, with flickering candlelight flickering in his eyes.