The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

There was endless darkness all around and no sound could be heard. Arthas had no idea what was at the end of the darkness, so he could only continue to wait.

There is no concept of time here. His companions are long gone and he is falling alone in the darkness. He doesn't know how much time has passed, whether it is a minute or a year, he doesn't know.

It seemed that light could not survive in this darkness. The holy light he called upon could only illuminate the void around him. Compared with this darkness, Arthas's holy light seemed too weak.

There may be only silence in the darkness... a voice came from the depths of the darkness.

"Open your heart and be with me, I will let you see the truth."

"Monster, my fist is the truth, embrace the holy light!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Arthas' eyes sparkled with golden light. He mobilized the power of holy light in his body, clenched his fists, and ignited his whole body. He spun half a circle, and golden flames burned violently.

At this moment, Arthas seemed to have transformed into a blazing golden sun, carrying extremely hot heat waves and spewing flaming lava, blasting towards the darkness with an unstoppable momentum.

Since the last time they parted, he heard the voice of N'Zoth again, and he really... really missed this tone.

He couldn't wait to meet Him again and get rid of the tentacles He stretched out in front of him. They were really an eyesore.

This is his father-in-law's territory. If he dares to touch this place, he should be prepared to have his greedy hands chopped off by his father-in-law himself.

"Mortal, you don't seem to like this approach."

"Then let me show you what the justice you have always insisted on is."

Before he finished speaking, the darkness instantly turned into a bright place, as if the previous darkness was all fake.

The dazzling light made Arthas close his eyes tightly. After being in the dark for too long, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

When people stay in the dark for too long, the light... the real light will never be so dazzling. This must be N'Zoth's conspiracy.

"In the name of the Holy Light, Books."

In this ordinary but tidy wooden house, the wooden door was gently pushed open.

A handsome and well-equipped knight walked in from the door. He had a warm and sunny expression and a body as strong as a pine tree.

You can tell at first glance that this knight is very energetic and an approachable gentleman.

Holy light lingered outside his body, and golden rays of light appeared on his surface. He was a light-forged human knight.

He also wore a gold and white Lordaeron emblem on his chest, representing his official identity.

"For Lordaeron, the Knights of the Redemption need your selfless assistance."

Yes, he was a member of the Knights of the Redemption founded by Alsace and a former follower of the Cult of the Damned.

He stretched out his right hand toward Books, the owner of the house, and raised his fingers slightly back and forth.

His left hand summoned warm holy light and cast holy light magic for the farm worker in front of him for free, healing Books' hidden injuries and relieving Books' fatigue from a day's work.

His voice and behavior were like a spring breeze blowing through Books' heart, warming his heart and pouring a glass of water for the Cavaliers.

Why did this redemption knight come here? Their guard, the prince's exclusive guard, had only been established for less than seven days.

"Dear Baron Titank, please allow me to look for it. Please wait for a moment."

The owner of the house bowed to Ti Tank, he kept himself very humble and showed a "natural" smile.

He lifted his stool to the side of the nobleman in front of him, gestured to Ti Tank, and handed Ti Tank a cup of warm water.

What he meant was that he asked the knight not to be disgusted but to sit down and wait patiently. He would go and find something to aid the Knights Templar right now.

Although the Knights of the Redemption were established not long ago, Prince Alsace wanted to contribute simply because of his reputation for being kind and compassionate to the people.

"Thank you, the Holy Light is with us."

Understanding what Books meant, Titank took a step to the left, moved over the wooden bench, and slowly sat down towards it.

After it was smooth, he took the oak cup handed to him by Books and blew gently on the steaming water.

The air he blew was like a breeze entering the lake, creating ripples.

He picked up the water cup, took a sip, and after enjoying the daily taste of the farm, Titank nodded to Books and thanked him out loud.

"You're welcome. This is what I should do to treat my guests well."

He bowed to Ti Tank again. Books treated him so politely. It was like the military and the people were like one family!

Seeing that the noble in front of him showed no disdain, Books turned to his own cabinet and began to search.

What exactly was he looking for? Didn't he remember where he put the supplies to aid the Knights of the Redemption?

"Bukes, do you need my help?"

"Lord Jones has often told me that it is my duty to serve the people of Lordaeron."

After drinking the boiled water in his hand, Ti Tank put the wooden cup back on the table.

He felt very guilty when he saw how busy Books was.

Thinking of his superior's teachings and the prince's requirements of them, he stood up with the tank and walked towards Books.

He wanted to help the Bueckers. His heart told him so. He had to do it and follow his heart.

"How can I trouble you? I can do it myself."

Hearing Titank's words, Books stretched out his right hand and tried to ask the Cavaliers to show mercy and not press his shoulder.

He is very busy looking for relief supplies. It would be great if everyone could just do their own thing and live in peace.

"No, I am a knight, a knight who provides attentive service to the people of Lordaeron."

"Let me help you. The Light will help us find aid."

Revealing his new, clean, neat white teeth, he placed his hands, which were holding the tank, firmly on Books' shoulders.

His leader had told him that as long as he had the right attitude, he could serve the people of Lordaeron wholeheartedly.

If he does it selflessly and completes his mission conscientiously, the people of Lordaeron will sooner or later forgive his sins.

By working hard on small daily matters and doing good deeds, he will be able to reduce his sins and become an excellent paladin of redemption.

"My Lord, I will tell you the truth."

"Okay, speak slowly, I'm listening."

"Dear Baron Titank, my family is out of money."

Seeing Titank getting closer and closer to him, Books couldn't help but tell the truth.

Three days ago, his beloved, Anique, suddenly fell ill with a high fever.

In order to treat her illness, he spent some of the supplies he had "prepared" for the Knights of the Redemption.

He worked very hard these days, but didn't make much money, just enough to cover his family's daily expenses and his wife's subsequent medical expenses.

The doctor who treated his wife said that he could only barely keep her alive, and perhaps the Holy Light could heal her.

Upon hearing the news, he hurried to the Holy Light Church near the royal city to seek help, but the treatment fees offered by the church were too high.

Even if he sold all his house and land, he probably wouldn't be able to raise enough money for treatment.

In desperation, he mortgaged his house and land, and used the money from the mortgage and the remaining aid supplies.

He finally managed to scrape together enough money for his wife's treatment and was able to have the church send an "experienced" pastor to treat his wife.

Fortunately, after the treatment of Holy Light, his wife looked much better and her fever went down, but she did not fully recover.

He heard from Pastor Enko that based on his wife Aniko's current condition, she must receive further treatment.

However, you don’t have enough money left... After sending his benefactor away, Books still had hope.

There were still three days left before the payment was due, so he might still have a chance… After a hard day’s work in the bakery, he bought some medicine prescribed by pharmacist Yi Kewen and returned home.

After comforting his wife to drink the boiled medicine and letting her go to sleep, he didn't clean up much and came with a tank to ask him for relief supplies.

"Speak, my friend, I am listening and waiting for your answer."

After a while, still without hearing Books' response, Titank whispered a reminder to him.

Don't be impatient, we still have a lot of time, I will wait patiently.

"Sir, my family is really out of money because..."

"No, no, no, I must complete the task assigned to me by my leader."

"In order to become a qualified paladin of redemption as soon as possible, let me help you."

"My friend, Books, believe me, I will find it."

When Books wanted to continue explaining, Ti Tank did not get angry. He let go of Books and began to search for relief supplies.

He is a member of the Knights of the Redemption, and in order to gain redemption, he will help Books and find the aid supplies that Books had forgotten.

"Master, please don't disturb my wife, she is..."

"I understand. She's sleeping. I'll be careful."

Turning around to "comfort" Books, Ti Tank was about to lift the wooden bed to see if there were any relief supplies hidden under the bed when a hand stopped Ti Tank.

"Titank Austin, have you forgotten what I taught you?"

The one who stopped the tank was a paladin, Arthas.

During this period, no matter what he did, he could only watch the nobles bullying the people.

After trying again and again, Arthas calmed down and figured out his own "truth".

What is happening before your eyes is objective, so "this thing" is real to you, and you can do it and stop it.

At the same time, the holy light on Arthas became brighter, and Arthas stopped "it" from happening and held down the tank.

Regarding the "illusion" before him, Arthas has already found the location of N'Zoth, but he still wants to stop "it" first.

The ironclad facts proved that this was just his "dream" and he could do whatever he wanted.

In his heart, he hated his "knight" for misinterpreting his orders, and he hated even more the "illusion" that N'Zoth had woven for him.

He was well aware that forging these Knights of Redemption with his own light did not change their nature much.

As for the "Holy Light", as long as you are determined that you are right, you can use the Holy Light.

My support for their Lightcasting only made them more fanatical. This order of knights had not been established for long, so their thoughts had not yet changed with my ideas.

Most of the Knights of Redemption today do little more than shout slogans and sing praises of the Holy Light, which is no different from what they do together.

So he asked Oryx to be their leader, and the shrewd Baron Titus Rivendell knew how to assist his son.

He also found Minel Soth, and used Minel's level of brainwashing to speed up and deepen the ideological transformation plan for them.

The day before yesterday afternoon, he even took time out to give this group of people an ideological lesson, which took him two and a half hours in total and was very tiring.

Besides, the Knights of Redemption are currently organizing training in the royal city of Lordaeron, so they don't have the time to collect any relief supplies.

"Answer me, mention the tank."

"Impossible, this is me..."

"Don't worry about him. Keep talking. Bring the tank."

"Your Highness Arthas, you cannot make blind judgments. You must understand the whole story."

"All members of our Knights of Atonement...will not take a single needle or thread from the people, and will strictly abide by the three major disciplines and eight points of attention, and keep to the red line of discipline."

When the money-collecting knight Ti Tank saw that the person who stopped him was the person he was loyal to, he immediately knelt down and answered Arthas' question.

"So what did you do? Did you investigate the incident carefully?"

"Have you kept the red line of discipline? Look at what you have done!"

Looking at the knight in front of him who was trembling and terrified beyond recognition, Arthas scolded him and pointed at the mess caused by the tank.

"I... I will..."

"There won't be a next time. Pick up the tank and go back and think about it carefully."

Drawing out the Frostmourne from his waist, Arthas ended the "illusion" before his eyes.

After defeating his "knight", Arthas slowly stood up and pointed his sword at the "octopus crab monster" behind him, which was the image of N'Zoth in his "dream".

"Mortals, it's incredible."

"Your indomitable will alone shows that you were born for the Shadow."

Shaking his octopus tentacles and shaking his crab claws, N'Zoth couldn't help but sigh at the actions of the mortals before him.

People like this should be controlled by myself, Arthas Menethil, your absolute belief, as long as you fall... turn from darkness to light, you will be mine.

I must completely master you, turn you into a pioneer of the Shadow Void, a capable assistant of the Void, and a part of me.

If you can defeat me today, I will not be surprised. You have the power of shadow in your body, and you will eventually belong to the Shadow Void.

"Arthas Menethil, feel honored that you have my recognition."

"Abandon the false holy light and embrace the shadow, and you will gain supreme power."

Seeing that Arthas was not afraid of his "true body" and was even accumulating strength to give him a fatal blow, N'Zoth became even more excited.

Unfortunately, N'Zoth cannot see himself from Arthas's perspective.

He thought that in Arthas's eyes, he was a terrible monster, but in Arthas's perspective, he was just a two-dimensional octopus crab monster.

Is He really that scary? He is not scary at all!

He looks so soft and cute that if Arthas swings his sword at him, N'Zoth will definitely feel comfortable, soft and powerless.

There is light that once said, super...

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? But you can actually decipher my meaning by this method..."

"Monster, stop your little tricks. I've had enough of your talk."

"Holy Light! Help me destroy this monster."

With an angry roar, Arthas swung Frostmourne, which was shining with holy light, and slashed at the monster.

The light that could illuminate the surrounding darkness overflowed from the magic sword and rushed in all directions.

This is the holy light, the bright power that comes from the human heart.

I, Arthas Menethil, will always believe in the holy light in my heart. Evil spirits like you, get out of here. Do you understand?

"Hahahaha! I'm happy to accept your challenge."

"I will tell you that the Void is the only one, Arthas Menethil."

"Monster, my holy light is the only one!"

"Hahaha! Well said."