Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 119 Unique
A feeling of sadness came over Arthas, even though these zombies were not strong enough to harm the prince who was protected by holy light and armor.

But these people were his people, and the prince always cared about his people. He had not yet been tainted by the nobles' way of thinking, and he had not yet sunk into darkness.

The scene before him shook the prince's soul, making it even harder for him to control his anger. So he hesitated for a moment before the hammer that was sure to hit him, and North was able to roll and crawl to avoid the frontal blow.

With a loud bang, divine energy was injected into the earth through the Revenge of Holy Light, and all the zombies were burned to ashes by the holy flame!
North was unable to avoid the subsequent sacrifice, and his filthy soul was severely burned by the holy flame.

Ah... a disgusting scream. This stray dog ​​who had lost his soul and courage once again flashed and disappeared into the night. Only his butt with holy flames made him look ugly and ridiculous.

Arthas opened his eyes. The prince's clear blue eyes were no longer clear, the flame of revenge was burning in them!

Roland had already ordered his men to eliminate the zombies, while Paladin Carl led his men to burn the corpses and clean up the debris.

When the camp returned to silence, Falak took out a simple military map and everyone began to read it by the light of a magic gem.

Jandice asked Arthas, "Your Highness, are you okay?" She always cared about the person first, rather than the responsibility.

Arthas said, "Thank you, I'm fine. He ran away. He has completely fallen into darkness. Next time I see him, I will not hesitate. I will set him free!"

"Your Highness, I think this matter has gone beyond our established goals. Our investigation is meaningless. This is not a plague. This is a vicious magic.

The Archmage of Dalaran, Noth, has fallen into darkness. We should return to the capital of Lordaeron and have His Majesty mobilize the army to clear out this place. I will also return to Dalaran and have the Council initiate a hunt for Noth. "

The profession of Lawbreaker was learned from the High Elves, which originated from the Watchers organization of the ancient Night Elves.

They are all organizations that target mages who have fallen into darkness. Once they receive an order, they will, under the leadership of a great mage, hunt down the offenders without stopping.

They are covered in magic-forbidden armor, immune to 90% of spells, and they often have the ability to respond. Every captain-level spellbreaker has the ability to control summons, which has a miraculous effect on demons and elements.

The prince didn't want to stop. At this time, Falric said, "It will take us seven days or more to march back to the capital from here without counting the obstruction of those things. And our supplies are insufficient and need to be replenished. If we can't complete the supply in Dalong County, we can only rest in Andorhal or Hearthglen."

At this time, brothers Marveen and Carl also rushed over and reported the situation to the prince first.

Then Carl said, "Your Highness, we have two choices. The first is to turn back. This will take six to seven days. Going home will increase our speed, but we will have to face the problem of insufficient supplies! The original supply points this time were Andorhal and Corin, but these two places are too far away to quench our thirst. So we have to march to Andorhal."

"Andorhal is not safe. The truly safe place is Mardenholde. We can only go there to rest and replenish supplies. It will take three to four days to reach the capital of Lordaeron. Or we can ask Princess Jaina Proudmoore to help us teleport you to the vicinity of Lordaeron or to Dalaran."

"Another way is to march to Stratholme and resupply at the granary near Blackwood Lake. There, we can use the teleportation array to teleport you and a few others back to Lordaeron. This journey will take about four days."

Everyone knew that the first route seemed safe, but it lacked supplies.

The second route takes half the time of the former, but it is not safe! Because the situation in Stratholme is not necessarily any better. Even a wizard like North has become like that. Rivendell will only be more suspicious.

The prince looked up at the sky. It was already late at night. The blue child did not rise again. She was covered by a layer of gray.

It was as if she couldn't bear to watch all this. In fact, the sensitive prince knew better than Carl and Falak. There was no turning back for him. North and the others would not allow him to go back. There would be great danger waiting for him if he turned back! The first road was a dead end.

Then I won't follow your plan! They know they will definitely choose the route back to Andorhal, and then go to Hearthglen to ask Jaina to use teleportation. Or simply mobilize Tyran Fordring's old subordinates and start a cleanup from the Corin Crossing.

Arthas's questions were not in vain. The disappearance of the Great Knight must be related to the master that North mentioned.

In order to deal with Lordaeron, it must first deal with the leader of Lordaeron. Only without his military suppression will they dare to stir up trouble. Once Jaina is sure of this, she will definitely mobilize her own power, and she may even attract the dragon clan.

Since they are waiting for me on the way back to Hearthglen, I will change my strategy! He said to Falric, "Send out scouts immediately to ask for help from Angela Dusatus, the Grand Mage of the Silver Hand Knights of Tyr's Hand!
Have her send the paladins of the Silver Hand to join us, and then go to Stratholme to wipe out the Cult of the Damned."

Then he said to Jandice, "Ms. Barov, I need you to ask my mentor Uther for help. His men are clearing out the orcs in the south."

"It seems that the orcs are just a minor problem, and the plague is the real problem! Let him lead the army from Caer Darrow to rescue us. Just say that he comes too late and will never see his students again!"

"We'll set off now! Falric, take Carl and a few brothers to protect Miss Jandice to the Hand of Tyr. Then ask Archmage Angela Dusatus to take Miss Barov to Dalaran, or near the royal city of Lordaeron."

"Now I finally understand why the Grand Lord swapped the positions of the Silver Hand Grand Sage Demetria and the Archmage Angela Dusatus. The Archmage has the ability to teleport. She can connect the entire East Wildere, but the Sage, who has stronger command capabilities, obviously can't do that."

"He is such a genius! He even took into account the Archmage's lack of command ability and assigned her a powerful commander, Marlan.

What a pity! Such people are always the first target of bad guys. "

"Our goal is the East Wall Watchtower. We will hold on there, which is close to the granary of Blackwood Lake. When reinforcements arrive, we can rely on the supplies and garrison of Blackwood Lake to march into Stratholme. I hope nothing happens to Tyr's Hand, otherwise we will be doomed."

Jandice also admired the prince's analysis: "He is also a good general!"

"Jaina's husband is even more amazing! He may not have known this would happen, but he still made rational adjustments."

Everyone take action immediately!

Jadis was thinking about the farsighted decision of Lord Tyran Fording, while another person was facing a difficult problem left by the Lord.

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