Fel doesn't lie to you

Chapter 559: Civilian life that I don’t want to be seen
Rivendell is a prosperous city, anyone who sees this city will think so.

And Alsace is also very sure about this matter.

Because in Stratholme, there are countless people living peacefully.

While people on the street came to greet their prince, they did not forget their business. The rooms of the famous swordsmith and tobacconist were still full of people even now.

The most obvious ones are the bakeries on both sides of the road and the vendors selling flowers.

Alsace could see very clearly that among the residents here, most of the men were employees in workshops, while most of their wives did some simple work at home, or worked as textile workers.

They were carrying baskets and children, watching his prince from a distance on the roadside. Most of their baskets contained needlework, half-knitted sweaters, and newly baked bread.

There are not as many nobles and officials here as there are on Rodan Road, so Alsace did not see the family crests of nobles that he was familiar with on many stores. This shows that most of the stores here are opened by civilians.

When the people here saw him as the prince and Rivendell, although they also had fear and respect, they did not have the numbness in the eyes of the Lordaeron people and the fear they were accustomed to.

Yes, fear.

Although his father Terenas was a kind and good man, not all nobles in Lordaeron were good people. The consequences of civilians offending nobles would not be good.

Obviously, life here is very good for civilians.

Arthas realized this.

There are no intricate aristocratic forces, and Baron Rivendell is not a person who cares about politics. This directly leads to the "town" of Stratholme having a considerable degree of life. Even Baron Rivendell's own castle is in Rivendell. The most central place.

There is a sense of energy and abundance here.

Tobacco, wine, fresh bread, meat, and occasional orders and commissions from elves all make Rivendell feel like a paradise compared to other places.

Even in Lordaeron, civilians can't eat fresh bread every day just by moving their legs, but Rivendell can.

"No wonder my father is worried about this place."

Recalling everything he saw on the road, Alsace couldn't help but pursed his lips. He finally understood what kind of place he wanted to destroy and what kind of place he was immersed in. People in happiness.

but……

"If they don't suffer, other people won't be able to have the same happiness as them, Your Majesty."

Rivendell's voice rang in Arthas's ears, making it clear that this was the magic of communication left by Kel'Thuzad. It took Arthas some time to master it, but in general, it was not very difficult.

The effect was indeed very satisfying to him, allowing him to discuss how to save Lordaeron with his real subordinates in an open and honest manner.

"Ah."

Rivendell found it very interesting. He looked at the happy crowd around him and couldn't help but speak.

"Then do you need to take another look around? I am very confident in the management of Rivendell. Although this place is going to be destroyed, I still feel a little reluctant to part with it."

This is a lie.

Rivendell only wanted to know, after Arthas saw the life of Rivendell people who were happier than the people of Lordaeron, whether Arthas would be more painful and better controlled by the Lich King.

You must know that because he is really not interested in things like rights, the people of Rivendell live a very good life indeed. His son even became a real Holy Light because of the 'mercy' he showed. A believer who firmly believes that his father is a loyal man who loves everything around him.When Alsace saw the lives of those happy farmers and people, and then destroyed them all with his own hands, his face and heart would definitely be quite painful. He really wanted to see this scene.

But Alsace looked at the people on the street and shook his head.

"No, no."

Arthas looked around with burning eyes. He still remembered that the guy named Tichondrius also entered Stratholme. Although the people he sent said that the demon was not found here, Arthas was very worried. You know, you don't have much time.

He must quickly arrange, then cleanse and lead the Stratholme people!
Moreover, even if you look at it, there is no point. The people here are about to die, and they will die for a better future.

So there is no need to watch it, it will only make you heartbroken.

Arthas' breathing became a little faster when he thought of this, but at this moment, Jaina couldn't help but frown.

She vaguely felt the magic fluctuations on Alsace and Baron Rivendell. The style of this fluctuation made her feel very familiar, but she couldn't remember whose style it was.

But at this moment, a smell of sulfur appeared on the tip of her nose, and a power that made her hair stand on end also appeared in her perception.

Evil energy!

"demon!"

She screamed, and at the same time, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of the team. He had a pair of huge flesh wings, a pale but handsome face, horns on his head, and hooves at his feet.

Jaina recognized this demon breed almost immediately.

"It's the Dread Lord! Everyone, be careful!"

After she finished speaking, she opened her shield to protect the people around her, and Uther behind Alsace did not hesitate to activate his war horse and charge towards the Dread Lord.

The scorching holy light almost formed a substance, but looking at Uther, Theodix just smiled slightly. With a tap of his finger, the war horse under Uther's crotch suddenly fell to the ground, knocking the tall black man to the ground. Seer fell to the ground.

Then, a curtain of evil energy appeared around him, making Uther, who rolled up and get up, unable to attack Theodix with his hammer.

"Okay, don't be so irritable, Paladin, I'm just here to remind your prince to think twice before doing anything."

Tichondrius chuckled lightly, looked at Alsace, whose expression suddenly darkened, and made a fist-clenching gesture.

"I will always fight with you, Your Highness, I hope you won't let me down."

As his words fell, the bodies of several civilians on both sides of the street suddenly twisted, and the next moment, they rushed towards Alsace regardless of their safety.

And Arthas recognized Tichondrius's spell almost immediately!

Necromancy!

　Well, it’s true that there isn’t much description of civilians…

　　The main reason is that Alsace has been entrusted with it for too long...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)