The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Under the gazes of people with different expressions, Arthas slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of red mist pulled the person who had fainted because of him to him.

During this process, because of Terenas's obstruction, some people who wanted to stop him were forced to retreat. The Stormwind soldiers did not take any action, but Lordaeron's military offensive was not at a disadvantage.

Some of the elects of the Holy Light looked at the prince of Lordaeron and saw that he did not do anything extreme. At the signal of Archbishop Asoronus, they stopped Saidan, Gavinrad and others.

When Arthas, who was suspected to be the legendary vampire, made the unconscious person float, Uther held the Lightbringer hammer in his hand with a complicated expression. He hoped that his disciple would not do anything impulsive.

“People often label things based on their appearance to make them fit their ideas.”

Some of the spectators standing by wanted to say that appearance was only one factor, the most important thing was the characteristics revealed by Arthas, which could no longer be described as bloody.

"The unknown frightened them, causing them to be afraid of me, which caused them to lose their composure and become unable to think rationally and make objective judgments."

"However, there has never been a lack of fearless people among the people of Holy Light. Many people can see the full picture of things and make fair and just judgments."

Slowly walking up to a floating being, Arthas stroked his hand across the chest of the man in front of him. A wisp of red mist entered it, and the baptism of holy light was also being prepared.

Seeing what Arthas did, Terenas and other people who did not doubt him prayed in their hearts, hoping that the child would not do anything stupid.

After accepting the spying breath, Arthas turned around and said: "The Holy Light has always been inclusive. It usually manifests itself in the four colors of gold, orange, yellow and white."

"The warmth that Holy Light gives us, and the power within it, are often closely related to each person's personality."

"Everyone's path to the Holy Light is different. Each of us yearns for a peaceful and happy life, and the external manifestation of the Holy Light will of course change with our thoughts."

Pointing at Uther, Arthas said, "My master, Uther the Lightbringer."

"We all saw his devotion to the Holy Light. Whenever I was injured, the healing power given to me by Master always made me feel that the Holy Light was so thick and solid."

Arthas took two steps forward to get rid of the two priest brothers who were blocking him, and looked at Archbishop Asoronce and said, "Every time I meet Grandmaster Faol, I can feel the gentleness and kindness of his holy light."

"At the same time, when evil comes, the holy light will become a force to defend justice and help us dispel evil."

"The place where the Holy Light stands is the holy place of the Holy Light. If I am evil, the Holy Judgment granted by the Holy Light has already come, not by those who suspect that I am evil."

After hearing what Arthas said, Asoronus and the others looked at each other and shook their heads.

Without the words of the archbishop and without the local Storm Kingdom issuing an order of sanctions, under the protection of Terenas, as long as Arthas was not crazy, they could only accept it and not do as Arthas said.

At this time, the person whose body Arthas had previously infused with blood-red holy light woke up.

He just took a quick look around and saw that the blood mist was gone... and a single blood-red wing approaching five meters in length, and he fainted again. Arthas' pale face collapsed powerlessly. Was it really that scary?

Without thinking too much, Arthas walked over to the man who had fainted again, pointed at his head and said, "Fainting due to excessive fear is totally normal."

"Look everyone, this knight happened to be frightened and fainted, not because of me."

"It's not long since I used the Holy Light to treat him, but he treated the healer like this after waking up. This is really wrong."

With his hands behind his back, Arthas came to the other floaters and silenced their opponents step by step. Even before they could refute, he reluctantly spoke first, overshadowing those who were thin-skinned.

After all, we are all civilized people who understand etiquette and manners. We all know that it is wrong and impolite to interrupt others when they are speaking, and Arthas' words did not insult anyone.

At least, in Arthas's current situation, he is very rational and talks freely about the way of Holy Light with everyone. He does not act like a bloodthirsty demon at all, which is in line with some people's perception of the cultivation of some paladins.

Arthas had a lot of experience in public places with a lot of people, so he was not at all nervous when he was talking nonsense, and what he said seemed reasonable.

In a blink of an eye, the people who were still in a coma woke up. Arthas said: "Everyone has seen that the Holy Light is the Holy Light. It will not harm anyone."

"They just can't stand the temporary care of the Holy Light. They just need to rest more, and they will wake up again safely without even a scratch."

The red mist was a little less, and Arthas absorbed the red mist back and forth. His face finally had a little bit of the rosy color of a normal person, and he was just about to burp. The strength was surging up.

"Praise the Holy Light. I can now control my own Holy Light power. I have received the enlightenment of the Holy Light from the blessing of the infinite Holy Light."

"Bathed in the red and warm holy light descended by the Holy Light, the Holy Light recognized me and gave me the power of Holy Light representing enthusiasm and bravery."

Something that even Emperor Denathrius could not control. The "Holy Light" was filled with joy, and all the red mist in the church was completely absorbed by Arthas, and the red crystal blood wings were shocking.

Now, the big blood-red wings behind him no longer seemed weird, and to most people, his wings didn't seem so scary anymore.

With a pair of harmless, gorgeous crimson wings and a scarlet mark in the center of his forehead, the sturdy, blond-haired, red-eyed young knight once again kneeled respectfully on one knee in front of Archbishop Asolonus.

He looked sincere and serious, his eyes were firm and unwavering, he had always believed in the "Holy Light", the murderous intent could not stop him, he had forcibly suppressed it, the power of death was flowing in his body.

I don't know when it started, but a dazzling crown appeared on his head, which amazed all the people watching the ceremony. The holy light is the holy light, and the prince is still the prince. There is no danger, no fall, and no "awakening".

This situation made Genn and others rethink their future diplomatic model, and also made Terenas and others very happy... Even the "holy church" and "evil cult" believers hiding in it remained silent...

As he squatted down, Arthas said solemnly as usual: "Archbishop Faol, I have been recognized by the Holy Light."

"Am I a Paladin of the Silver Hand from now on?"

Regarding the Crimson Blood Wing Knight who was beginning to radiate the power of Holy Light from the inside out, Archbishop Asoronus waved his hand to spread the Holy Light and said, "Child, you have become a Holy Knight."

The next second, Archbishop Asoronus' voice changed: "You have passed my test, Arthas Menethil."

"I will simulate the real scene in the past... I only interfered, but you still got the power of Holy Light."

In just a moment, the Cathedral of Light surrounding Alsace collapsed instantly, and countless fragments like broken mirrors flew around. The people in the lenses and the environment around them fell into darkness and gradually dissipated.

Only the figure of the counterfeit who was wielding the black and red power of death in his hands was still in front of Arthas. "Asolons" raised his hand and pressed the red mole on Arthas's forehead.

The next second, the suffocating feeling of being drowned in the sea suddenly appeared. Arthas hurriedly put away the decorative crown, and couldn't help but strangle his neck with both hands, and the uncontrollable murderous intent grew wildly.

The originally empty corner of his body, which was once filled with the knowledge of the two realms by Burton Gel, was the source of his desire for killing. The desire for killing, which he had suppressed with all his strength, completely erupted.

The bloodthirsty desire broke through the shackles that bound it. Arthas longed to see the enemy's debris flying everywhere, and the blood rain seemed to be right in front of him.

"Ho."

His breathing became more and more rapid, and the red color completely took over... There was still a trace of clarity and tenacity lingering, and Arthas persisted in front of "Asolonus", constantly suppressing and trying to control the emerging power.

An unknown Eternal from the realm of the dead? Arthas thought that he would take advantage of the time when Zorval or Denathrius tried to test him and give him a hard time.

Gently withdrawing his hand, "Asolons" put his hands behind his back and looked at him quietly. A little sweat suddenly appeared on Arthas' pale face.

In the blink of an eye, he was sweating profusely, with his neck tightly grasped, and his strength was rapidly declining.

At the same time, a clear and cold male voice that penetrated his heart entered his mind, clear, elegant and steady, making Arthas recognize the Eternal One, Emperor Denathrius.

Although the speaker was "Asolons", Zoval would not communicate with him peacefully in this way. In Zoval's eyes, he would always be an ignorant mortal, and his tone would not be like that.

"In the end, you are you, Arthas Menethil."

“You just kind of change with time and get some unexpected opportunities.”

"Your passion for serving your country and your people is growing more and more intense, and a wave of arrogance is rolling in your heart. You are unwilling to accept your original fate."

Helping Arthas to loosen his hands that were pinching his throat, "Asolonus" said: "Abandon the 'humility' of doubting yourself, and instead doubt others, gain the arrogance of despising everyone."

"You took Frostmourne and the Crown of Domination, though in a different way than he (Him) expected."

"But you have gained something that many people cannot reach. He (Him) can no longer control you. Rule is useless."

"You develop a kind of fanatical will, you don't hesitate in front of the choice, and you forget what you have done."

"The countless opponents who died at your hands could have paved the way for your godhood, but you used all means to suppress them."

Hearing this, Arthas, who didn't understand what Denathrius was saying, took a deep breath and stared into the eyes of the Archbishop of Holy Light.

"I can see it all, kid. You must learn to release your desires and see your true heart."

"Look, your many opponents, or opponents who have died at your hands, have left marks of hatred on you."

Triggering the most easily aroused resentment of the dead, Denathrius lamented in his heart where Arthas went to reap the harvest... No, he was too disdainful to know the secret.

The knight in front of him was the agent he chose. If he told any extra secrets, he would become his enemy, and he didn't want that.

Gathering a reddish flowing ball of entangled orc souls, Denathrius said, "Ner'zhul, he hated you before he died."

"I can't even count the number of opponents who have died at your hands."

"Is the threshold to becoming a legend really that difficult, kid?"

"The blood is like a sea, the bones are like a mountain. You have already admitted this and obeyed your repressed self."

"You have already embarked on the path to becoming a god. Your opponents are all nourishment for your journey."

Patting Arthas on the shoulder, Denathrius said: "Adhere to the heart of killing and take the path of protection."

"You are you after all, you will not sink in the killing."

"You will only realize it through protection. You fight to protect the ones in your heart and kill your enemies."

As these words came out of the mouth of "Asolons", the eleven different powers in Arthas' body merged with his murderous intent and changed in one direction and color.

At this moment, the power in him…is his power.