Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Quick! Destroy those burning pots!"

The heavily armed Prince Alsace rushed into the Dalson Farm with a group of Paladins encircled by the Holy Light. He saw at a glance the pot of plague that was constantly beating in the burning of the fire. The liquid has evaporated for a little over a half. If it wasn’t for Little Dalson’s unexpected illness, I’m afraid no one will find these terrible mists until these pots are dry.

"Bang, bang"

Two Paladins holding warhammers lifted their swords and lifted the hot cauldron directly from the fire. The Paladin’s handle behind them was poured into a bucket of holy water. The holy light energy in holy water The liquid in the cauldron of the plague was quickly neutralized, and the yellow smoke slowly stopped evaporating, but the prince looked back, and it was rising around the Dalson farm, and the vast land of the entire Stratholme West district. Smoke column.

This made Prince Arthas feel powerless.

Under the cloud of smoke, how many of his people have returned to hell?

"Look, look for one house after another! Find all the survivors!"

The prince shouted to the knights behind him, and his guard Farik looked around, walked to the prince, and whispered to him:

"His Royal Highness, I'm afraid... it's too late."

"Go find it!"

Arthas gritted his teeth and said:

"Even if there is a living person, you have to find them! Those corpses... bury them, no! Burn these corpses!"

"Your Highness!"

This command made Farik wide his eyes. In the culture of the human empire, cremation is not a good destination. Although these civilians have died in the smoke, once the burning of the body was spread by the intentional people, The reputation of Prince Arthas in the public will become extremely bad in an instant.

"I said, burn it!"

Arthas's **** clasped his warhammer, how could he not know the consequences of burning the corpse, but now, he can't care about that much.

"We don't know if these plagues are contagious. Secondly...This thing came from the dark blade undead. Will these dead be transformed into undead, no one knows...We can't take risks, Farrek !"

There was a glimmer of haze in Arthas's eyes. While instructing the Paladins to destroy the burning plague pot on the surrounding farm, he said to his attendant:

"There are millions of people in Stratholme. We can’t take risks. I’m here to support the aftermath. Farik, holding my seal, go to Dalaran as quickly as possible, and ask the mage to help us. We want Dispel these **** smoke!"

"Also, contact Fireplace Valley and Andorhal, I need the support of two great knights, seize all the supplies of the "Crown Apothecary Company" in Stratholme, and mobilize all the Paladins and priests in the country, we want Keep this epidemic in check before it spreads."

"Follow your orders, Your Highness."

Farrek reached out and took the prince's seal and the plague sample in a small bottle, turned around and mounted a war horse, rushed out of the farm, a ray of light was beating behind the galloping horse. The horses of the Paladin's horses are inlaid with gems infused with light energy to ensure that the horses will not be contaminated by external darkness.

This was originally just a defensive measure against the death knight on the battlefield, but in the present sudden crisis it has come in handy.

After Farrek left, the heavy-hearted Prince Alsace walked on the Dalson Farm. He walked to the dead Dalson and the foreman's body. The prince looked at them silently, these lowest-level people , This should have been sheltered by his people, but now, he let them down.

"Sorry."

Arthas lowered his head and said something to the two cold bodies. Then he picked up the lantern from the side and smashed it around the table. The lamp oil was scattered everywhere. The moment the flame jumped up, the lamp oil was Quickly ignited, the two bodies were quickly engulfed in flames in a beating flame.

Arthas stared at the beating flame in front of him, his five fingers squeezed his warhammer, a beating of the holy light wrapped around his arm in the burst of his emotions, his inner heart was weak His emotions were shrouded, and he could only watch the disaster erupt, but he could do nothing about it.

Varian's encounter.

Anna's encounter.

There are also the encounters of the people who belong to him.

This time and again the powerlessness has already fed up Alsace, he is fed up with this weakness, he desperately wants to find a vent, he wants to find the person behind this conspiracy, he wants to put his own Anger vented to the villains who hurt others at will.

But he can't do it...

"Strength, I need strength... to save everything, to punish all strength..."

The beating Mars of Holy Light was entangled between the prince's fingers, and under his short blond hair, in the stubborn face, in those eyes, there was a flame that never extinguished.

This kind of encounter witnessing the disaster is like a thorn piercing Alsace's conscience. Every move will make him feel painful, but relying on him now, he can't pull it out.

Under the stimulus of pain, he yearned more and more to end all of this in front of him. As a prince and a knight, at that moment, he even wanted to use his switch to a force that can calm down all disasters.

But that is impossible.

"boom"

The prince's warhammer was lifted up and put back to the weapon buckle behind him. In front of him, the flame of burning oil and corpses had slowly subsided. The black corpses seemed to have another force remaining, driving the flames constantly. Lick until the corpse is completely ashes.

The light in the blue eyes of the prince also converged at this moment. It seems that he has persuaded himself, but can he really relieve himself?

"Can't be beaten all the time, it's time to fight back."

Arthas took a deep breath, and inwardly, he said to himself:

"I will find the culprit of everything, and I swear to you that justice will not be late! In the name of Menethil, it will definitely come."

The prince stayed in place for a moment. At the moment when the flame burned out, he turned away when the ashes were blown up. In the collision of the armor, Alsace turned on his horse and the busy paladins around looked at the prince. Steering the war horses slowly forward, they saw some signs from Alsace's frosty face.

"Alsace, where are you going?"

An old knight of the silver hand shouted towards Arthas:

"Don't be impulsive, wait for the Grand Knight to come back here!"

"I'm going to Stratholme...I'm going to end it all!"

The prince's horses are getting faster and faster, and finally rushed out of the farm, his voice came from afar:

"Those things that Uther is inconvenient to do, I come!"

The old knight of the Silver Hand wanted to stop Arthas, but his outstretched hand finally stopped in midair. There are really not many smart people in the world, but it is definitely not a fool to survive a few battles.

Since there is a problem with the Crown Pharmacist’s pharmacy, it means that in Stratholme, there must be someone covering them...Maybe the human pharmacist is indeed not as good as the elves, but it is not so bad It's unclear to me, there is a problem in that city, there is darkness in that city...

Alsace has already made a choice, a choice no one can block.

Many times, people always say that the past is a foregone conclusion, but in fact it is not the case, it is like... smoke, lingering in the atrium, changing, rolling over the unchangeable time and the delusion of trying to change the past Time, but even if our understanding of it has changed, one thing remains the same.

The past will never be cancelled, it will be there... and every time you think about it, it will affect you now.

Just like the smell of burning trees, it can't be dissipated, even if you have burned the tree...the smell still exists... everything in the past shapes everyone and will continue to affect everyone's future.

Perhaps, the dark evil will eventually devour everyone around him, but don’t forget that the first one invaded by darkness will always be himself.

But... will this be his future destiny?

Observers, they are curious...

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"Those smoke drifted towards Andorhal!"

After the warning from Alsace was returned, Andorhal, the large city of Stratholme, was alerted almost immediately. The mages in the city were gathered together, and the mayor of the city asked them to come up with it in a short time. There is a way to solve the smoke, but the wizards are not shamans. In this very short time, they cannot create a big storm to blow off the smoke with the plague virus.

The wind in this season will not be disturbed by external factors. At noon, the thick smoke that enveloped the northern part of Andorhal began to shift in the direction of Andorhal under the blowing of the wind.

After receiving the news, Uther, the great knight, has rushed from the city of Lordaeron to the city of Andorhal. Another knight Tirion Fording is gathering civilians who have not yet died in the smoke-covered area, and the worst is not only Only the plague smog appeared in the Andorhal region, and there were also signs of the plague cauldron in the border area of ​​the Tirisfal region.

In the farmland near Stratholme, there are also traces of the plague cauldron, at the same time as the defense in Andorhal, in the Holy Light Chapel in East Stratholme and the Tyr Hand Defense Zone The priests and paladins also started their actions. They tried to gather all innocent civilians before the plague spread.

This is definitely a plan, and it involves a very big conspiracy. The most terrible thing is that before it broke out, no one was aware of the upcoming crisis.

It seems that darkness has taken root in the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang and has concealed everyone's eyes.

"Let the citizens leave the city gate and go to the cold wind camp for a while!"

The great knight Uther, who had been watching the situation in the sky, gave a decisive order, and at the same time, a herald rushed to the sentry tower and reported to the knight:

"The Earl of Barov opened the door of Keldaron Castle. Mr. Earl expressed his willingness to do everything in his power to gather civilians, and he let you not worry about the area near Keldalon. The Barov family has enough wizards to disperse Plague fog in the air."

"Thank you Count Barov for me, and everything he has done for the empire with his family."

The big knight heard that the most powerful family in the local area was willing to help. He almost breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, under the **** of the cavalry, the civilians of the city walked out of the gate very orderly. In Barov Led by the family's private soldiers, they went to the huge castle southeast of Andorhal.

But the crisis facing the city did not alleviate this. The pale yellow plague fog floating in the air was invisible and qualityless, even soldiers could not fight it with a death battle.

"The messenger of Dalaran is here!"

The voice of Mayor Andorhal came from behind the big knight standing on the outpost. He turned back suddenly and saw a flaming red robe of the Sun King Kael'thas striding under the guard of the Phoenix Guardian. Go up the tower.

Uther wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the cold-faced Kael'thas, the young sun king Shen Sheng said:

"We have studied the plague samples. This plague is infectious. You need to isolate the civilians who have been exposed to the fog immediately! The holy water can neutralize the toxins. In addition, the Stratholme area is no longer safe. In the face of an accident caused by a plague, I must withdraw the high elves migrating to this area... I hope you and your king will understand."

"But those mists!"

The Grand Knight pointed to the mist slowly drifting towards Andorhal in the sky, he said in a deep voice:

"You are talking about the future, how to solve the current problem?"

"Uh"

In the crisp voice of Phoenix Changming, a red-red shaped sword appeared in the hands of the Sun King. He glanced at the big knight and said softly:

"I'm here for this. I will stay in this city until the plague here completely dissipates, but the plague accident in Stratholme is not accidental, your kingdom has been corroded by darkness, Grand Knight, that City...problem!"

The cold voice fell, and the Sun King took a step forward. The golden sword in his hand wrapped the blazing fire. Between the blades, the scorching flame rushed to the sky of Andorhal. Between the jumps, a thin layer of light The curtain of flame enveloped the front of the city. In the blazing high temperature, those mists containing plague toxins were quickly evaporated to dryness.

Seeing that the spread of the plague was stopped, the Grand Knight took a breath. He turned his head to look at the pale Mayor of Andorhal behind him, he said softly:

"Have you heard the Sun King's advice? Go ahead and isolate all civilians who have been in contact with the plague. I think that Count Barov would be willing to do this for you."

"What about you? Grand Knight, where are you going?"

The mayor wiped the sweat from his face, and as the heavily armed knight walked down the tower, he couldn't help but ask:

"Andohar needs you, Grand Knight."

"Alsace who rushed into Stratholme alone needed me more!"

Uther walked down without looking back, his voice echoed in this small space:

"He is doing stupid things... but such disciples make me feel proud, I have to help him! That's it."

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