When Alsace came out of the darkness, the first thing he did was squat on the ground to pick up the crystal fragments dropped by the elemental princess Mysler.
These crystal fragments can store massive amounts of Holy Light power and are the source of Uther's endless Holy Light.
"This is power," Arthas said.
Arthas used the Orb of Deception at this time, looking like an orc warrior carrying a long sword on his back.
The guards on the palace wall clicked their tongues. Below were two orcs, one of whom had just defeated Uther. Neither the orcs nor the Silver Hand dared to provoke the guards who were so hungry that they could not even pick up weapons.
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Nowadays, orcs are running rampant in Lordaeron. They are a privileged family who are above the rest. They can eat whoever they want, braise them if they want, and steam them if they want.
If it was Prince Alsace, they might dare to reprimand him. After all, even King Terenas was verbally attacked by the female officials, not to mention His Highness the Prince, who had already been expelled.
Alsace carefully picked up the crystal fragments. Robbie gasped for a while and then knelt down to help.
"Robbie, the crystal fragments are your trophies. I won't take advantage of you. I just want to study why the Holy Light can be stored, and then let the craftsmen create some in the same way." Arthas said matter-of-factly.
Let the craftsmen build it, which seems to be the mantra of Alsace.
But this is a crystal fragment that can store holy light. Needless to say, it must be related to Naaru.
Craftsmen cannot build such things.
Robbie didn't say anything. He knew very well that Alsace was an upright man and kept his word.
"Uther is so honorable." Alsace sighed and said, "You lied to him and said Thrall sent you. In fact, his heart is bleeding. He regrets it so much and hates Thrall deeply.
, but he couldn't express it, otherwise he would lose face and lose his fortune, so he could only insist that he wanted to follow Thrall."
Robbie thought about it carefully and realized that this was also the case.
"What if Uther meets Thrall again? Will my sowing discord be effective?" Robbie asked.
Arthas smiled and shook his head:
"As long as Thrall takes out a piece of dogtail grass, Uther will have to wag his tail and pounce on him like a dog. I know people like them very well. They keep talking about glory and justice, but in fact, they don't have these things in their hearts.
All that's left is an exchange of interests. By the way, they call this maturity."
Alsace shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly:
"When I was serving in the Knights of the Silver Hand, they said more than once that I was immature. Paladins have many principles to follow, such as humility, integrity, compassion, bravery, justice... I have always tried my best to abide by them. I always
It is that people cannot say one thing and do another and live in their own lies. Uther is a typical example of this. He often preaches that we should not join the battle with anger. If we allow our anger to turn into bloodlust, then we will become
He is no different from the orcs, and now he has joined the orcs himself. He is right, I am really not a good disciple of his."
"It seems that Uther was right, Thrall got his true inheritance." Robbie picked up the last crystal fragment.
Arthas put the crystal fragments into a delicate box, stood up and said:
"Let's go see Baron Rivendell. The situation in Lordaeron has deteriorated so much. There is no need for the Baron to hold on. Leading some of the people to leave is the best option. I think Gilneas, Kul Tiras, and the Kingdom of Stormwind are all willing
Accept an army powerful enough to defeat the orcs."
The wilderness where Grom Hellscream is active is in the west of Lordaeron, southwest of Nightmare Valley, close to the Silverpine Forest.
There are large black pine forests growing here, covered with rocks and caves, and various dangerous swamps. The landform is quite complex, and it is a natural hiding place. Because it is shrouded in black fog all year round, it is called the Black Mist Wilderness.
Baron Rivendell established the Black Mist Fortress in the area near Nightmare Valley, firmly guarding the exit of the Black Mist Wilderness. The Lord Guardian did not allow the Warsong Clan to be destroyed, so the Baron could only hold on here.
Robbie and Arthas are on the road. Whether it is the Holy Light Orcs or the exiled prince of Lordaeron, they may arouse the guardian's ideas.
In order to hide their presence from others, Alsace specially found two carriages, and the two of them usually hid in the carriages.
The road conditions in Lordaeron were not good. After swaying in the carriage for a whole day, Robbie felt that his waist was about to break.
In the evening, Robbie jumped out of the carriage to stretch his body.
"check it out."
Alsace handed over something, a piece of round crystal that had been put together.
Robbie looked at Alsace in surprise. There were hundreds of crystal fragments, and he was able to put them together in one day.
"After the crystal was assembled, I tried to inject the power of Holy Light, and the fragments all fused together to become a perfect Holy Light crystal." Arthas said thankfully: "Fortunately, Uther did not discover this secret."
Robbie thought to himself, Uther won't have the patience you have.
Looking at the magical crystal carefully, Robbie showed a look of surprise.
Ashbringer's Source of Light, Rezebu Crystal, is the trace of a hand.
There is a demon head with closed eyes on this crystal, and two curved devil horns are clearly visible.
...
Andorhal, a small orc camp.
In the center of the camp stood three stone pillars that curved inward. Different from the rough style of the orcs, the stone pillars were engraved with detailed and complicated runes. Even in the Magic Kingdom of Dalaran, this was the most cutting-edge research result.
In the center of the area surrounded by three stone pillars, green energy is slowly rotating. This is a portal to another world.
A demon altar is placed in front of the portal.
Jaina kept a perfect smile and looked at her masterpiece with joy.
The work of the orcs was not meticulous enough, and the teleportation gate they built was very unstable, and even communication with the demons was intermittent. In such delicate operations, Dalaran's mages were better. After Jaina's improvements, this teleportation
The door is ready to play its real role.
"Look, look, our cute little human girl, what a perfect result."
Thrall was trembling with excitement and raised his arms pleadingly towards the portal.
"Mal'Ganis, your loyal servants offer you sacrifices."
The orc soldiers drove away the people. These were the survivors who had finally been searched from Andorhal, which was full of undead. Most of them were young people, and there were even immature teenagers and young women holding babies.
People howled and walked toward the green energy miserably, being completely swallowed up.
Jaina still kept smiling. She was surprised that her heart was not touched at all. Obviously, when facing the orc children, the compassion was real.
"So this is my nature." Jaina laughed at herself in her heart.
It is better to be with a friend than a domestic slave.
The young woman handed the baby in her arms to Gianna. She had to admit that Gianna's blond hair, blue eyes, delicate appearance, and especially her noble temperament were particularly deceptive.
Jaina's smile remained unchanged, she raised her hand slightly, and the baby flew into the green energy.
"No!"
Young women throw themselves at their children.
"Well done, Jaina." Thrall nodded and praised:
"Grom Hellscream is a difficult old orc. I heard that he drinks a cup of Mannoroth's blood, the blood of demons, every day. Only demons can deal with it." (To be continued)