The Second Empire of Azeroth

“Arthas! Do you know what you're doing?” Uther questioned loudly.

“Of course, I know!” Arthas replied with certainty.

Uther said in a deep voice, “As a paladin, we cannot raise our swords against innocent people!”

“But they will soon become enemies!” Arthas responded in a deep voice. Being questioned by Uther one after another stirred Arthas's sensitive nerves again. “Uther, although you are my teacher, I am the commander!”

Uther did not yield, “I cannot obey! The Silver Hand cannot obey either!”

Arthas was enraged, “In that case, I! Arthas, in the name of the Prince of Lordaeron, announce that the Silver Hand is hereby disbanded!”

Uther did not expect Arthas to issue such an order. He looked at Arthas with disappointment, but seeing that Arthas had no intention of repenting, he felt ashamed and could only turn his horse and leave.

The members of the Silver Hand were also dissatisfied with Arthas. In the hearts of many paladins, Arthas was a member of the Silver Hand. Arthas's disbanding of the Silver Hand was a betrayal to them. Many of them had even watched Arthas grow up, treating Arthas as a junior. As a result, this “junior” Arthas was bullying them, these “elders,” which made them feel the same way as Uther, ashamed!

Sometimes, what people care about is face.

If Arthas had requested the Silver Hand to attack, perhaps they would have reluctantly agreed.

But unfortunately, Arthas did not save face for them.

Watching Uther and the Silver Hand leave the battlefield, Jaina's maternal feelings erupted, “Arthas, what you are doing is wrong.”

“Jaina—” Arthas wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

Jaina shook her head, “I'm sorry, Arthas, I can't watch you fall.”

With that, Jaina teleported away.

Arthas was extremely sad. At this critical moment, the people closest to him left him one after another, giving him a feeling of being abandoned by the whole world.

Just then, a large hand patted him on the shoulder, “Arthas, cheer up, we still have to fight the demons!”

Arthas looked up and saw Turalyon with a look of love on his face, “Turalyon, are you willing to purify Stratholme with me?”

Turalyon nodded, “Of course, where there is evil, there will be Holy Light. Now that Stratholme has been occupied by evil, we must purify the evil and save Stratholme.”

Turalyon subtly changed his wording, changing "purify Stratholme" to "purify evil and save Stratholme." When it reached the soldiers' ears, the enemy target changed from the civilians of Stratholme to demons and undead.

Moreover, he took over the command without showing any signs, “Khadgar, send a letter to Rogers and tell him to come quickly.”

“Kurdran, lead the gryphon knights into the sky, we need intelligence on the entire Stratholme!”

Khadgar and Kurdran took action one after another.

Turalyon once again commanded the army with his powerful personal charm: “Everyone, set up camp in front of the gate to prepare for subsequent rescue. Priests, prepare to detect evil and don't let go of any potential threats lurking among the civilians. We must rescue as many uninfected civilians as possible!”

Finally, he turned to look at Arthas, “Arthas, we need you to stand in front of the gate and use your prestige to appease the people.”

“Prince Arthas, are you just going to watch your people turn into undead without doing anything? I didn't expect you to be a cowar— ”

Before he could finish his words, a powerful arcane energy exploded beside him.

“Boom—”

A huge figure was thrown into the sky.

Everyone looked at the Dread Lord in the sky and the exploding powerful energy, at a loss for a while.

“Got you!”

A chuckle sounded from the bottom of people's hearts, and also in Mal'Ganis's heart. Mal'Ganis felt a warning sign and immediately sank, preparing to land to avoid the attack.

But a portal appeared under his feet, and a figure stepped out of it. Immediately, a huge arcane hand grabbed the Dread Lord and slammed him **** into a house.

“Boom—”

The house collapsed, and two of Mal'Ganis's ribs were broken.

“Who are you?”

Rogers looked at the Dread Lord with a chuckle, “Don't think about running away, you can't escape.”

Mal'Ganis felt the powerful energy in Rogers's body and instantly became vigilant. He wanted to find a chance to fight back, but Rogers just stood there, and he didn't have the slightest confidence in a surprise attack.

Run if you can't beat him. Mal'Ganis instantly turned into countless bats and flew into the sky.

Rogers raised his hand, and countless arcane missiles soared into the sky with the bats, killing each one in the air. The Dread Lord's figure emerged, weakly falling from the sky.

He looked at Rogers in fear. This was their life-saving skill, but it was so easily broken by Rogers.

Rogers reached out and summoned the Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker, and endless thunder power descended from the sky, turning Mal'Ganis into coke.

At the city gate, the soldiers looked at the thick lightning and were silent.

“Rogers is here!” Turalyon said easily.

“Is that Rogers?” Arthas was also stunned.

“That's right!” Khadgar nodded, “Perhaps the people of Stratholme can be saved!”

Arthas looked at Khadgar in astonishment, “Are you saying?”

Khadgar said, “Rogers is proficient in many spells, and may be able to save the people of Stratholme.”

Arthas's eyes lit up, “Really?”

“That requires him to give us the answer himself!”

A portal opened, and Alleria led Ronin and others to appear outside the city. They led an army, each holding some jars in their hands.

“These are all antidote potions. Give them to everyone to drink. They can解通灵术 (detoxify the spirit technique’s poison).”

“Quick! Distribute them to everyone!” Arthas came to his senses and quickly hugged a jar and rushed into Stratholme.

Originally, he had already entered Stratholme with weapons, but now fate has changed!