Titan Dawn

Baby, on the day you were born, Lordaeron was whispering your name, Alsace.

I proudly watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice.

Remember, we have always ruled this country with wisdom and strength.

I also believe that you will use your mighty power with caution.

But the real victory, my son, is to inspire the hearts of the people.

Someday.

My life will reach the end.

You are crowned king.

This day was the calamity day in Lordaeron, and the plague broke out in Stratholme. Distraught Arthas led his army straight to Stratholme, and Uther * The Lightbringer seemed to perceive the prince's thoughts, and he tried to persuade them along the way but to no avail.

In front of the Tatarsom city gate, it is now approaching the setting sun, and the entire city looks as if it is wrapped in golden yellow, which looks extremely divine and solemn.

"Arthas! What are you going to do?" Uther looked anxiously.

"Do what I should do, take on my obligations, teacher."

Uther shook his head in pain, "No ... Alsace, there are other ways, you can't just slaughter the city like this, this is sin, this is a betrayal of the people of Lordaeron!"

Jiana also covered her mouth. She never expected that Arthas planned to slaughter the city!

"What else can I do! Only kill the infected citizens as soon as possible and burn the corpses! There is hope to stop this terrible plague!" Arthas shouted with red eyes.

There was an imperceptible twist in the sky. Two eternal dragons were watching below, and they were arguing at the moment.

"Ionus! We must stop Alsace's plan! Save this human catastrophe!" Eternal Dragon Lord Templus squinted and said to his companion.

Ionus slowly shook the huge black dragon, "No, Alsace is no longer the key to human hope. Let him go. The responsibility for the fate of humans and Azeroth is no longer his. . "

Templus' eyes widened and his face was incredible. "What do you say! Our eternal dragon's mission is to save it all! Whether or not Arthas is important, but if he is stopped, humanity will have a stronger power!"

"Really? I think there is a strong resistance? Our mission now is to clear all obstacles on the way forward in the South. Since Lordaeron is also an enemy, it is also an obstacle. Even if they are Humans, then, are necessary sacrifices. "

"No! Ionus! You have been confused by that Titan deity! He may be the one who changed his destiny, but he is by no means the hope to save the human world! You ... uh!" Before I finished, I felt a pain in my chest. He looked down arduously, and the other eternal dragon did not know when it appeared quietly, the claws of his dragon were inserted into his chest, and his heart was dug out.

"Farewell, Templus. Your thoughts have also become an obstacle to that person, so ... please also die." Ionus squinted coldly.

I watched Temple's dragon body slowly turn into black quicksand, disappearing in the world's long river. Eonus looked at the space-time hunter on his side. "There should be a bronze dragon lurking in the city to catch him. Although we don't plan to intervene in everything here, it is also good to assimilate a bronze dragon."

When the space-time hunter took the command and was about to leave, Eonus stopped him again. "Also, try to collect the characteristics and information of the plague, and I will give this to the person in the south."

The quarrel in front of the city gate below came to an end.

Uther left Jaina angrily, and they couldn't accept the act of slaughtering the city. Even more unacceptable is Alsace's invisible and unfamiliar changes.

"Uther! Will you disobey my orders!"

"You are not my king, Arthas," Uther said quietly, begging in his eyes. "Stop it, don't make it all irreparable."

Arthas sneered a few times, "Very well, then I declare that all positions and ranks of Uther * Lightbringer will be dismissed and return to Lordaeron immediately." After that, he turned to look at Jaina again. "Are you going to abandon me, Jaina?"

Jaina shook her head in tears. "I did not abandon you Alsace. You abandoned me. You abandoned your people."

His Royal Highness looked at the two leaving, his heart was filled with endless anger.

"Into the city !!!"

Tatarsom was bleeding, and the people looked at his prince in horror and wondering why the prince's soldiers used the sword on his people? The undead that ran deep in the city exacerbated this confusion. The prince's army from the beginning only selected the infected to kill, and transformed it into killing at sight.

In the square in front of Stratholme's city hall, Arthas saw the source of everything, at least he thought so.

That's a dreadlord, smiling at him.

"What a wonderful killing, Your Royal Highness! I want to pay tribute to you." Mal'ganis, the dreadlord, bowed pretentiously.

Arthas had a look of hatred. He raised the golden warhammer in his hand and snarled and rushed towards the Dreadlord.

"You are going to die! Demon! You have to pay for all this and the crimes you have committed against Lordaeron !!!" His warhammer hit Malganis severely, and the latter burst out The Fel Flame Shield blocked the blow, sending out a large scattered Mars.

"Before time, Your Royal Highness, come to Northrend to find me. There you will understand your true destiny."

Malganis smiled lowly, and then turned into a group of bats and left this city that has become a country of undead ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No! come back! coward! I will go to Northrend to find you! Demon Hybrid! I will chase you to the ends of the earth! !! !! "Arthas' eyes were red, and he shouted wildly.

Hu Feng left a piece of information on the table in front of King Lane.

看看 "Look, our Highness Prince Arthas has begun his journey to death."

King Ryan opened the information and looked up, the more he shook his hand as he looked. Lothar came in curiously, standing next to Lane, reading the tragic state of the northern continent.

"Master, this undead Scourge is the fraudster Kil'jaeden?" Old Medivh sat on the fur sofa with a glass of eggnog in his hand.

Hu Feng nodded, "It's just another thing that was encouraged by the Burning Legion to send forwards as cannon fodder. The Lich King Ner'zhul was an orc and the patriarch of the Shadowmoon clan before his death. Now he is trapped in ice. Sad soul inside. "

"Orcs and orcs, orcs again! Why cannon fodder are all orcs! First live orcs, now dead orcs! Endless!" Lothar complained loudly.

"It won't be any time soon, otherwise why do you think it took a lot of effort to lead Arthas to Northrend?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes, and God's eyes were full of horror.

"The Lich King wants a flesh that works, and Arthas is the best fit."

Hu Feng nodded and shook his head: "So we have to make the next step. Oh, there is something wrong with you, Lane. The first choice of the Lich King is you, and the second is Lothar. But Because you are under my watch, you have to choose Alsace in the end. "

莱 Ryan and Lothar were dumbfounded next time.