The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Arthas! I will never betray the Silver Hand...Ah!"

With his five fingers pressed on the wailing face, Arthas habitually shouted: "Holy Light, break the curse on him!"

“Ah! Ughhhhhhh!!”

As the pure holy light entered his body, thick black mist was discharged from Gavinrad's body one by one.

Seeing and hearing this, Arthas couldn't help but be stunned.

At first he just wanted to try it, but he didn't know what would happen until he tried it. He was shocked when he tried it.

He was so frightened that he carefully sensed Gavinrad's situation and used the holy light to extinguish the "evil spirits" that tried to approach him.

The holy light in my old friend's body is not the real holy light at all. It can be said that he is completely surrounded by the power of shadow.

Although the holy light inside was very tenacious, the performance of this brilliance of holy light was so poor.

In Arthas's cognition, the "invincible" Holy Light actually took the shadow... Arthas's eyes condensed, and he looked inside carefully.

"Very good, so you all betrayed the Knights of the Silver Hand!"

"I swear in the name of the Holy Light. You evil spirits will now reveal your true form and embrace the Holy Light!"

Looking at the hundreds of "fake and shoddy" soldiers who were glaring at him, Arthas made two loud declarations, and then beams of holy light descended.

He may not be very familiar with other powers, but since his main focus is holy light, he can still see clearly what holy light is.

While others were still worrying about their lack of talent or inability to sense the Holy Light, he had already taken the initiative to install the Holy Light "chip" and spontaneously condensed his own Holy Light.

“Mmm…Mmm! Mmm…”

“Holy Light, please take a good look at the Holy Light on you and see if it is really Holy Light?!”

"For the sake of the holiness and greatness of the Holy Light, I know you can't explain it, or even refute it!"

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm..."

In less than three minutes, the holy light seemed to see its enemy, and with one punch or two punches, it crushed, purified, and assimilated the waves of dark shadows and black mist.

For the first time, Arthas felt that the idea of ​​surrendering was just the tip of the iceberg of his own guess...呸呸呸呸!

This was just his guess. Relying solely on his own imagination, without the help of Jaina, his thoughts were still too far-fetched.

We must stick to our stance. According to our own values, isn't it completely unreasonable to kill people and commit treason without a sufficiently legitimate reason?

Yes, no matter where you are, you must speak with facts!

One of the Five Saints who is the second in command but the weakest due to too many mundane affairs.

How can there be any effective comparison with a legendary paladin who can't even withstand a few of my attacks?

At least up to now, the Gavinrad I have met can only compete with Saidan at best, and he is not so bad as to be unable to withstand a move from the legendary Death Knight...

Give him some face, he can't handle my three consecutive attacks.

Just like that, Arthas was stuck in self-speculation and self-imagination... After some calming time, Gavinrad was the first to wake up slowly.

"what!"

As soon as he raised his dazed eyelids, he cried out in pain and held his head in his hands.

In less than a moment, Gavinrad slowly struggled out of the endlessly painful "aftermath".

However, when he got up, he found that the surroundings were full of ghosts and spirits, and in front of him was a person with white hair, fluttering cloak, and a lingering "fairy aura"...

Rustling, he twisted his feet slightly, shaking up some sand, and a silent light appeared in his hands.

With a thud, Arthas struck Gavinrad on the head with a knife-like blow, and the light in his hand had to dim and dissipate.

With one hand, Arthas pulled the cloak flat automatically without wind, practicing the cloak technique that he had practiced for a long time, and at the same time dissipated the invisible aura on his body.

As his white hair was smoothed, Arthas put his hands behind his back and said, "Old friend, are you awake?"

"Arthas! I knew it..."

"Stop, Gavinrad, don't you..."

"You traitor, I was once in your company!"

With his hands forced behind his back, Gavinrad sat on the ground and looked at Arthas angrily.

There is still not a trace of "brotherhood" in his eyes now.

He only regretted that he had not used the holy light to purify this evil man with his own hands before this fallen prince temporarily spared his life!

He had a thorough plan, but he had not anticipated that there was a weapon above the fallen prince's head...

Not angry, not angry, Arthas said: "Old friend!"

"Who has been secretly plotting against you these days?!"

"Arthas, isn't it you?!"

Gavinrad asked loudly as the other soldiers regained consciousness.

He didn't know what Arthas wanted to do, but he knew what these cursed sects that had been "destroyed" would do.

Those human experiments, the ugly and sad corpse monsters... there are too many of them, and they are outrageous to both humans and gods!

What we learned from those experimental logs and experimental sites is that they will definitely suffer a tragic fate next.

With his thumb and index finger at right angles, Arthas stroked his chin and said, "Oh?"

"Gavinrad Doom, please think carefully, is this really something I can do?"

"You know, just a few days ago, I was touring my territory with my army."

"You farted, that's..."

After properly sealing his mouth, Arthas said, "I am Arthas Menethil, the legal heir to Lordaeron."

"Compared to the bloody struggles in the royal family hidden behind the scenes, my actions may not be a big deal."

"Even if I did it, I did it, and you can't do anything to me."

"Old friend, I advise you to think carefully. After I destroyed the city, I didn't have much leisure time."

"I've been stopping and starting along the way, so how can I have the time to deal with you secretly?"

Pointing to the loyal ghosts around him who were ready to obey his orders, Arthas said, "Look at them."

"The Cursed Sect is dead, and most of the followers have become part of my undead army!"

Turning his head and pointing to a soldier he had released a few days ago, Arthas said, "And him."

"I deliberately let him go just to remind you that I was going to attack last night."

Looking back at Gavinrad, Arthas waved his hand to remove the seal of the Hand of Death and said, "Now."

"These past few days, after hearing the news of my fair and square invitation to fight you, you did nothing."

"Are you still sending out teams of stragglers to try to stop me from leading my cavalry forward?"

With a clang, Arthas drew his sword, pointed it toward the sky and asked, "Mourning for my father?"

"With the military strategy of your New Silver Hand, you shouldn't make such a despicable decision, right?!"

"Even if you don't have a military strategy, I think Marshal Garithos and the Admiral can't fail to see the current situation, right?"

As Arthas told the facts one by one, Gavinrad, and some officers.

They followed the situation described by the corrupt prince, "find joy in suffering" and concentrated on thinking.

I suddenly realized that what Arthas said seemed to be correct, and it was reasonable and well-founded.

Thinking deeply about the current situation, Gavinrad suddenly discovered something.

If all this is correct, and if the various disadvantageous "good news" that came this morning are correct.

Then, he should have discussed with Uther and others, concentrated deployment, mobilized troops, and took advantage of the situation to attack from multiple directions.

Instead of sending soldiers to die as we have learned from the intelligence we have received, adding another to Arthas's undead army...

As if he had thought of something crucial, Gavinrad's eyes gleamed.

He leaned back slightly and looked at Arthas with shock on his face.

Shocked, he said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"You, the butcher, have already dispersed the Curse Cult and infiltrated our ranks in various ways..."

As Arthas saw the situation was not good, he raised his right hand. Ada and other ghosts condensed a ball of death seal "cloth" and cast a spell to seal the mouths of the captives.

They had already understood their master's will and secretly passed on all the information.

It is precisely because of this that Arthas can do many things at once, relying on the information from his subordinates to charge forward.

Without the map, and with the all-powerful map by his side, he felt like "him" again for the first time.

Just think about how a paladin who is both in love and career can lead an army to the north to Northrend.

That's because of the several princely adjutants that accompanied him.

While he was devoted to studying the Holy Light and aspiring to serve his country and his people, Falric, Marwyn and others were studying the "map".

When he was heartbroken over the loss of his beloved and was always missing her, Falric, Marvien and others were looking at the "map" over and over again.

While he was observing the country's land with sweat on his forehead and ambition, Falric, Marwyn and others were actively handing over "maps".

……

What about other Arthas Menethil, anyway? Or other Arthas without the last name Menethil?

Arthas is very self-aware.

It’s like if all the mobile phone navigation systems you used frequently in your previous life didn’t work and you ended up in a place you weren’t particularly familiar with.

I got lost and felt like I was blind. I was wondering why I could only use my mobile phone to find the way before.

With the system in place, there is also a good wife who can help take care of this matter.

He would either take out a map and fly with the wind, or point to a place and ask someone to open the door.

These ghosts with low qualifications have become undead.

Not being able to open a door is pretty... pretty normal.

"Take them with you and let's go find Kel'Thuzad."

With a huge wave of his hand, Arthas rode on Invincible again, sheathed his sword and flicked the reins.

For these ghosts, most of whom were once at the bottom of society, he had no extra methods but direct orders.

Even for a mage, especially a wild mage like Les Frostwhisper, the portal is a hurdle.

After all, not everyone is like Kel'Thuzad, the one in Dalaran...

"Master, you are going in the wrong direction."

Hearing Ada's kind reminder, Arthas couldn't help but curse in his heart.

The current body can actually indirectly affect him in the opposite direction!

With a wave of the reins and a turn of the horse's head, Arthas angrily scolded Arthas...

"Master, this way."

After receiving Ah Er's guidance and direction, Arthas patted his horse's head.

He couldn't help but scold himself, the subtle influence was so profound.

Causing him to go in the wrong direction twice in a row, it was simply...

Seeing Arthas walking towards somewhere, Gavinrad suddenly broke the non-legendary death seal.

"Arthas, the grave of the cursed mage is on the other side!"

After repelling the ghosts of Asan, Asi and others who had retreated several meters, he looked at the Fallen Prince who had only taken a few steps on his horse and shouted.

He knew that Arthas was a certain type of "directionally challenged person", but he never expected that after his fall, he became not only less intelligent but even more stupid.

As expected, depravity and evil are unacceptable, and justice and light are the only things that are always trustworthy!

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