Alerter Alsace---Learn qaz brothers for my love【3/20】
"Quick! Destroy those burning pots!"
The heavily armed Prince Alsace rushed into the Dalson Farm with a group of paladins wrapped in holy light. At a glance, he saw the cauldron of plague that was constantly beating in the burning fire. The sticky pot was boiling.
Less than half of the liquid has evaporated. If it hadn't been for Dalson's unexpected illness, no one would have discovered the horror of the mist before the pots were dried.
"Bang, bang"
The two paladins holding war hammers raised their knives and lifted the hot cauldron directly from the fire. The paladins behind them poured a bucket of holy water on it, and the holy light energy in the holy water was poured on it.
After quickly neutralizing the liquid in the plague cauldron, the yellow smoke slowly stopped evaporating, but when the prince looked back, around Dalson Farm and across the vast land of Stratholme West, there were rising smoke everywhere.
Smoke column.
This made Prince Alsace feel powerless.
Under the shroud of smoke, how many of his people have died in hell?
"Look, search house by house! Find all the survivors!"
The prince shouted to the knights behind him. His bodyguard Farric looked around, walked to the prince, and whispered to him:
"Your Highness, I'm afraid it's... too late."
"Go find it!"
Arthas gritted his teeth and said:
"Even if there is one living person, we must find it! Those corpses... bury them, no! Burn these corpses!"
"Your Highness!"
This order made Farric's eyes widen. In the culture of the Human Empire at this time, cremation was not a good destination. Although these civilians had died in the smoke, once the act of burning the corpses was spread by someone with intentions,
Prince Alsace's reputation among the people would suddenly become extremely bad.
"I said, burn it!"
Arthas clasped his warhammer tightly with both fingers. He didn't know the consequences of burning the corpse, but at the moment, he couldn't care so much anymore.
"We don't know whether these plagues are contagious. Secondly...this thing is passed from the Dark Blade Undead. No one knows whether these dead will transform into undead...We can't take risks, Farric
!”
A hint of gloom flashed in Arthas's eyes. While he directed the paladins to go to the surrounding farms to destroy the still burning plague cauldron, he said to his squire:
"There are millions of people in the entire Stratholme area. We can't take risks. I'm here to support the aftermath here. Farric, take my seal and go to Dalaran as quickly as possible and ask the mages for help. We need to
Clear away the damn smoke!"
"Also, contact Hearthglen and Andorhal. I need the support of the two great knights, seize all the supplies of the "Crown Apothecary Company" in Stratholme City, and mobilize all paladins and priests in the country. We need to
Contain this epidemic before it spreads."
"As you command, Your Highness."
Farric reached out and took the seal ring representing the prince's identity and the plague sample in a small bottle. He turned around, mounted his horse, and rushed out of the farm. Wisps of light danced behind the galloping horse. These silver
The harness of the Paladin's warhorse is inlaid with gems infused with holy light energy to ensure that the warhorse will not be contaminated by external darkness.
This was originally just a defensive measure against death knights on the battlefield, but it has come in handy in this sudden crisis.
After Farric left, the heavy-hearted Prince Alsace walked on the Dalson farm. He walked to the bodies of old Dalson and the foreman who had lost their breath of life. The prince looked at them in silence, these people at the lowest level.
, these were the people who were supposed to be protected by him, but now, he has let them down.
"sorry."
Alsace lowered his head and said something to the two cold corpses. Then he picked up the lantern from the side and smashed it beside the table. The lamp oil spilled everywhere. The moment a ball of flame jumped up, the lamp oil was
It was quickly ignited, and in the dancing flames, the two corpses were quickly engulfed in flames.
Arthas stared at the beating flames in front of him, his five fingers tightly clutching his war hammer. Wishes of beating holy light wrapped around his arms as his emotions exploded, and his heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness.
Shrouded in emotions, he could only watch the disaster unfold, but could do nothing about it.
What happened to Varian.
Anna's experience.
There is also the plight of his people before him.
Alsace was fed up with this inability again and again. He was fed up with this kind of weakness. He desperately wanted to find an outlet. He wanted to find the person behind this conspiracy. He wanted to put his own
The anger is vented on the villains who hurt others at will.
But he can't...
"Power, I need power...the power to save everything, the power to punish everything..."
The beating sparks of holy light twined between the prince's fingers. Under the short golden hair, the resolute face and eyes were beating with eternal flames.
This experience of witnessing the disaster was like a thorn piercing Alsace's conscience. Every time he moved, it made him feel heartbroken, but with his current condition, he could not pull out the thorns.
Stimulated by the pain, he became more and more eager to end everything before him. As a prince and a knight, at that moment, he even wanted to use his own switch to obtain a power that could calm all disasters.
But that's impossible.
"Bang"
His Royal Highness's war hammer was lifted up and placed back on the weapon buckle on his back. In front of his eyes, the flames of lamp oil and corpses had slowly subsided. There seemed to be another force in the charred bones, driving the flames continuously.
Licking until the body is completely reduced to ashes.
The light in the prince's blue eyes also converged at this moment. It seemed that he had convinced himself, but could he really let go?
"We can no longer take the beating, it's time to fight back."
Alsace took a deep breath and said to himself in his heart:
"I will find the culprit of everything. I swear to you, justice will not be late! In the name of Menethil, it will definitely come."
The prince stayed in place for a moment. When the flames burned out and the ashes were blown up, he turned and left. Amidst the collision of armor, Arthas got on his horse. The paladins who were busy around him looked at the prince.
Driving their horses forward slowly, they saw some signs from Alsace's frosty face.
"Alsace, where are you going?"
An old knight of the Silver Hand shouted to Arthas:
"Don't be impulsive, wait here for the great knight to come back!"
"I went to Stratholme...I went to end this!"
The prince's horse moved faster and faster, and finally rushed out of the farm. His voice came from far away:
"Those things that Uther is inconvenient to do, I will do!"
The old knight of the Silver Hand wanted to stop Arthas, but his outstretched hand finally stopped in mid-air. There are indeed not many smart people in this world, but those who can survive several battles are definitely not fools.
Since there is a problem with the potions of the Crown Apothecary Company, it means that someone in Stratholme City must be covering for them... Maybe the level of human pharmacists is indeed not as good as that of elves, but they are not so bad that they can even use poison.
It’s so hard to tell which city has problems, which city has darkness hidden in it...
And Alsace has made a choice, a choice that no one can stop.
Many times, people always say that the past is a foregone conclusion, but in fact it is not like this. It is like... smoke, lingering in the closed atrium, changing, rolling between the unchangeable time and the wishful thinking of trying to change the past.
time, but even if our understanding of it changes, one thing remains the same.
The past will never be written off, it is there...and every time you think of it, it will have an impact on you now.
Just like the smell of burning trees that cannot be dissipated, even if you have burned the tree... the smell is still there... Everything in the past has shaped everyone, and will continue to affect everyone's future.
Perhaps, the evil one of darkness will eventually devour everyone around him, but don't forget that the first one invaded by darkness will always be himself.
But...will this be his future destiny?
Observers expressed curiosity...
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"The smoke is drifting towards Andorhal!"
After Alsace's warning was sent back, Andorhal, a large city in the western region of Stratholme, almost immediately went on alert. The mages in the city were gathered together, and the city mayor asked them to come up with a plan within a short time.
There is a way to deal with the smoke, but mages are not shamans. In this very short period of time, they cannot create a big storm to blow away the smoke carrying the plague virus.
The wind in this season will not be disturbed by external factors. At noon, the thick smoke shrouding the north of Andorhal began to move in the direction of Andorhar, driven by the wind.
After receiving the news, the high knight Uther has rushed from Lordaeron to the city of Andorhal. Another high knight, Tirion Fordring, is gathering the civilians who are not dead in the smoke-shrouded area. And the worst thing is, not only
Only the smoke of plague appeared in the Andorhal region, and signs of the plague cauldron also appeared in the border areas of Tirisfal.
The farmland near Stratholme City is also full of traces of plague cauldrons. At the same time that Andorhal was defending, the Holy Light's Hope Chapel and the Hand of Tyr defense area in eastern Stratholme
The priests and paladins also started taking action, trying to gather all the innocent civilians before the plague spread.
This is definitely a well-planned and involved conspiracy. The most terrible thing is that before it broke out, no one was aware of the coming crisis.
It seems that darkness has taken root in the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang and has been hidden from everyone's eyes.
"Let the citizens leave the city gate and go to the Cold Wind Camp for temporary shelter!"
The great knight Uther, who had been paying attention to the situation in the sky, decisively issued the order, and at the same time, a messenger rushed up to the sentry tower and reported to the great knight:
"Count Barov opened the door to Keldaron Castle. Mr. Count expressed his willingness to do everything possible to gather the civilians, and he told you that you don't need to worry about the area near Keldaron. The Barov family has enough mages to disperse them.
Plague mist in the air.”
"Thank Count Barov for me, and thank him and his family for everything they have done for the empire."
The great knight was almost relieved when he heard that the most powerful local family was willing to help. A moment later, under the escort of the cavalry, the civilians of the city walked out of the city gate in an orderly manner.
Led by the family's private soldiers, they headed to the huge castle southeast of Andorhal.
But the crisis facing the city has not been alleviated. The light yellow plague mist floating in the air is invisible and has no substance. Even if the soldiers want to fight it to the death, they cannot do it.
"The messenger from Dalaran is here!"
The voice of Mayor Andorhal came from behind the great knight standing on the guard tower. He turned around suddenly and saw the Sun King Kael'thas in a fiery red robe striding away under the protection of the Phoenix Guards.
Climb the tower.
Uther wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Kael'thas with a cold face. The young Sun King said in a deep voice:
"We have studied the plague samples. This plague is contagious to a certain extent. You need to immediately isolate those civilians who have been exposed to the fog! Use holy water to neutralize the toxins. In addition, the Stratholme area is no longer safe. Next, you have to
Faced with an accident caused by a plague, I must withdraw the high elves who migrated to this area... I hope you and your king can understand."
"But the mist!"
The great knight pointed at the mist in the sky that was slowly drifting towards Andorhal, and he said in a deep voice:
"You are talking about things in the future. How to solve the current problem?"
"Shua"
In the crisp sound of the phoenix's cry, a crimson special-shaped long sword appeared in the Sun King's hand. He glanced at the great knight and said softly:
"This is exactly why I came here. I will stay in this city until the plague here is completely dissipated. But the plague accident in Stratholme is not accidental. Your kingdom has been corrupted by darkness. Great Knight, then
This city...has a problem!"
After the cold words fell, the Sun King took a step forward. The golden sword in his hand was wrapped in blazing fire. As the sword edge was swung, the scorching flames rushed into the sky of Andorhal. Between the jumps, a thin layer of
A curtain of flames enveloped the front of the city, and in the blazing heat, the mist containing the plague toxins was quickly evaporated.
Seeing that the spread of the plague was stopped, the great knight let out a sigh of relief. He turned to look at the pale Mayor of Andorhal behind him and said softly:
"Did you hear the Sun King's instructions? Go ahead and isolate all the civilians who have been exposed to the plague. I think Count Barov is willing to help you with this."
"What about you? Great Knight, where are you going?"
The mayor wiped the sweat from his face. Seeing the heavily armed knight walking down the guard tower, he couldn't help but ask:
"Andorhal needs you, Lord Knight."
"Alsace, who rushed into Stratholme alone, needs me even more!"
Uther walked down the guard tower without looking back, his voice echoing in the small space:
"He is doing something stupid...but such a disciple makes me feel proud, and I have to help him! That's it."