"But this drama doesn't just require the release of anger and the manifestation of dark desires, right? The impact of light? Or the obstruction of backward thinking? I'm really curious, Alsace, how will you face it?
To your teachers, to those you love."
Tichondrius looked at the old man and young girl who rushed over in panic, and couldn't help but chuckle.
He had no involvement in this plan, and basically followed Li Ke's plan. But what's interesting is that, just like Alsace, the lord wanted Stratholme to be destroyed by Alsace, but he didn't.
Death in Stratholme.
It can be said to be quite...
Contradictory.
"However, this has nothing to do with us. The commissions given by my two masters are actually quite easy. They are already going to destroy themselves..."
Tichondrius crossed his arms, not really paying much attention to the entrustment of the two masters.
The order of the Burning Legion was for him to make Arthas the legion's puppet as soon as possible, the Lich King, and to utilize the ultimate value of Ner'zhul, a waste, as soon as possible.
Because there is no need to doubt that once the souls of Arthas and Ner'zhul merge, the one who survives will definitely be Arthas, a person who has the same idea as Li Ke.
The Burning Legion doesn't mind letting Arthas build his own empire on this planet, just like they don't mind Li Ke building an empire on this world.
They just need the power of this planet and make this planet surrender to the Legion.
As for the rest, they don't care.
Denathius's order was much simpler, helping Li Ke complete his idea.
As for these two commissions, he didn't even take any action, Alsace took care of them himself.
"Don't say that, Tichondrius, be careful with your words and actions."
Grayson's voice suddenly appeared in Tichondrius's mind, and he smiled without taking it seriously.
Because, in fact, his loyalty to Denathrius was quite average. Denathrius had indeed given them life and held their lifeblood.
But how to say it?
The same goes for legions.
Destruction and destruction are all things they like. As long as they can do these things, the Legion will not hesitate to give you things, as long as you are still valuable.
But Denathrius was just asking for them.
The price is not even exposing them.
But everyone knows that Denathrius will not take the initiative to expose them as spies.
But, did the people of the Burning Legion really not notice?
Sargeras was a learned man, and Kil'jaeden and Archimonde had explored the world of death more than once. Do they really know nothing?
I just don't care.
Everyone knows that Li Ke does not believe in the legion at all, but simply wants to use the power of the legion to develop his power in this world.
But the Legion doesn't care.
Because they really need Li Ke's strength and value Li Ke's talents.
Others are not important.
He did the same to Denathrius.
Loyalty is something that needs to be maintained.
"Got it, Grayson, okay, it's time for me to take the next step."
He hung up the secret communication between them and looked at Alsace again.
Although he really didn't have much involvement, he was the culprit in Alsace, so he really wanted to see the development of the plot in the name of the mastermind behind the scenes.
After all, this is the entertainment of the evil side.
By Alsace's side, he had already cleared out all the people in this neighborhood. The streets were filled with headless corpses, and on the slope, the flowing blood even dragged a pipe up and headed towards the sewer.
.
"This is only part of the price...I still need more blood..."
Arthas closed his eyes. At this moment, the other block was already full of undead. As long as he crushed the gem in his hand, the undead would rush out of the door and sweep across Stratholme, making Tichondrius appear.
Manipulating the illusion of the undead.
These undead souls will become the undead in the future, and the people killed by these undead souls will also be resurrected and walk as undead in the future.
But these people at his feet will really die.
"Sorry, but you are the last drop of blood..."
He thought like this and reached out to touch his chest, wanting to pray for these people, but a heavy and rapid sound of horse hooves sounded. Before the sound of horse hooves came close, he heard a sound containing endless anger and disappointment.
roar.
“Alsace!!!”
Uther never dreamed that he would see countless controlled undead attacking the entire Stratholme after just going out for a patrol. He also did not expect that he would actually see Arthas order a bloodbath in Stratholme!
And when he saw Alsace covered in blood standing among the corpses of a large group of civilians, and even the corpses of women and children with their heads smashed next to him, this saint who had worked hard for the Holy Light and the gospel of other people all his life...
Uther, a knight, a lifelong warrior, and can be said to be the strongest paladin in the world, almost fell off his horse!
His body was shaking, his brain felt extremely dizzy, and he even prayed for a moment that he was having a nightmare, but the holy light on his body told him that his heart was beating rapidly and even started to hurt, telling him that he was not dreaming.
Looking at the river of blood flowing like a stream, he felt it was difficult to breathe. He saw the legendary hell, and when he saw the guilt and calmness in Alsace's eyes, his voice trembled and he roared involuntarily.
come out.
"What are you doing! Arthas Menethil! You are raising a butcher knife against the people you are sworn to protect!! Do you know what you are doing?!"
The old knight jumped off the horse and rushed in front of Alsace, who was covered in blood. He grabbed Alsace's collar and roared angrily at his proudest and most valued disciple.
Looking at the angry Paladin, who almost wanted to kill him, Arthas was very calm.
"I need your soldiers to help me, Uther. There are too many people contaminated by the plague. We have no cure. We must clean up the entire city. Otherwise, we will face hundreds of thousands of undead armies!"
Arthas calmly explained the dangers Lordaeron would face in his plan, while Uther looked at his disciples and felt only absurdity.
"What are you talking about! Arthas! Do you want us to massacre civilians?! There must be other ways! Arthas! It's too late to turn back now! These are magic and curses, and the Holy Light can...
"
"Yes, the Holy Light can help me."
When Arthas thought of the Holy Light, he couldn't help but think of Li Ke, so he looked at Uther and spoke in anger.
"So, Teacher Uther, you can use the name of the Holy Light, the name of the king, and their loyalty to make the Knights of the Silver Hand..."
Uther's eyes widened because he had sensed that Arthas was about to say something terrible.
“…persuading those who eat contaminated food to commit suicide?”
