Fel doesn't lie to you

"That's what makes it interesting."

Deathwing found it very interesting. Arthas's motive was to save his people and kingdom, so why did he and Li Ke have such a strong desire to win?

However, his love for his kingdom is so pure.

"Another megalomaniac and dictator? A king who doesn't allow anyone better than himself?"

People like Deathwing have seen a lot, but it's really interesting that such people appear in this stage play.

"But the power of necromancy is indeed very powerful."

Recalling the necromancy spells he got from Arthas, Deathwing found it very interesting.

Especially the idea of ​​some flesh and blood creations, he couldn't help but think of some of his son's research. If possible, he could get some dragon corpses to make things like dracolich.

It's just not very well controlled, so he needs more information.

"By the way, Lord Prestor, I have a question for you."

Arthas looked at Deathwing, and finally couldn't help asking a question.

"Who are you loyal to?"

Whether it is his father or him, it is impossible for Alterac to be truly independent. Alterac is now actually the territory of Lordaeron, but it will take some time for the mark of Alterac to disappear completely. That's all.

He didn't believe that people like Prestor couldn't understand the current situation.

"I am loyal to myself, Your Royal Highness. Of course, I don't have to be a king. I only care about the continuation of the family and whether it can make my family stronger. You know that when a famine comes, save money and food Both are unacceptable behaviors, forging weapons is the only possibility for you to survive."

Alsace opened his mouth to refute, but the facts and what he saw and heard made him unable to refute, so he was silent for a while before speaking.

"It doesn't matter, it can be changed in the future."

When his plan is implemented, it can be changed.

"Maybe, but for us, peace of mind is the most important thing."

"I understand, Sir Prestor, you can go to call for your business now, my subordinates will fully cooperate with you, and you can also act in my name."

He is a little tired.

Seeing the back of Deathwing leaving, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Prestor is also a smart person, but he is too obsessed with his family and his own power, so he is not suitable as his team. And if he is really a black dragon, it is even more impossible for him to join us... But , Did they buy so much grain to cause a famine in Lordaeron? I'm really thinking too much."

but……

It just made his movement easier.

Alsace shook his head, clenched a gem, and after a while, a necromancer appeared in front of him, but outside, there were several nobles he had conquered.

"Have you got in touch yet?"

He looked at the necromancer in front of him, and asked what he cared most about.The Necromancer nodded quickly, and placed a scroll of parchment in front of Alsace.

"Get in touch, Your Royal Highness, as long as you give an order, we can release the plague. This is the specific situation, and those are our people."

Looking at the neatly planned patterns and numbers on the scroll, Alsace nodded.

"Very good, when the food is transported from Stratholme and there is not enough food in various places, we will start to put it in the running food..."

When Alsace said this, he paused for a moment, the faces of countless people who might die appeared in his eyes, and then he continued.

"...to release the plague."

But the Necromancer in front of him nodded without any hesitation.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Alsace doesn't have any Huaiyin. In his view, these people are dissatisfied with the status quo, and like him, they all look forward to a world with clean government.

So he didn't doubt the motives of these people, but simply felt that Kel'Thuzad really knew how to select talents.

Watching his envoy gradually disappear in front of him.

Arthas closed his eyes in pain.

"Sacrifice..."

He already knew very well in his heart what price he had to pay, but now, he still felt a burst of heartache and helplessness, but at this moment...

"Oh, it seems that you are a wise king who intends to kill your own people."

A voice appeared in his room.

He immediately picked up his two-handed hammer, and the two-handed hammer shining with a faint holy light slammed hard on his back, but the person behind him just raised his arm, and easily blocked the attack. hit.

Alsace looked at the opponent's arm in astonishment. Not only was his hammer hitting the opponent's arm with all his strength, it was useless, even the holy light on it just emitted a puff of black smoke on the opponent's arm. Under the gaze, it gradually went out.

Only then did he see clearly what the other party looked like.

The opponent has a pair of goat's horns, his body is extremely pale, his back has huge bat-like wings, and his feet look like a pair of hooves.

The most important thing is that there is blood on the corner of the opponent's mouth, and the exposed fangs of the opponent can be seen.

vampire?
He almost immediately thought of this, but immediately denied it.

Because he smelled a sulphurous stench.

is the devil!
"Tsk tsk tsk... I thought you were so capable, and it's really ironic. A person who intends to murder his own people can still use holy light. It seems that you are either a self-deceiving bastard, or you are real... ..."

Tichondrius looked at Alsace with a sneer, his face kept getting closer, and Alsace tried hard to pull his warhammer back, but he couldn't do it at all.

The monster in front of him was more powerful than he imagined!

A huge pressure almost choked his throat, making him unable to speak loudly at all.

So, while bumping against the table, he procrastinated as much as possible under strong pressure.

"...Really what?"

Also, he was curious what the monster meant when he said self-defeating bastard?
Is it...

Tichondrius chuckled lightly.

"A true saint, but you have to know that most of the time, there is only a thin line between a saint and a paranoid, a lunatic. The holy light, as long as you think you are righteous, you can continue to use it."

Tichondrius chuckled, and summoned a holy light in his hand with summoning magic. This holy light was not summoned by him, but imitated by magic.

It's useless for Li Ke, but for ordinary paladins...

Alsace opened his eyes wide. He looked at the demon bathed in the holy light, feeling that all his cognition had been challenged, and couldn't help roaring out.

"This is impossible!!"

Well, sleep.