The messenger mentioned Prince Arthas, which made Uther feel relieved a little.
Although I heard that Prince Arthas' strength suddenly increased dramatically and he defeated King Saurfang unexpectedly at the gate of Black Mist Fortress, how much trouble can an exiled prince who has lost his power, without troops and power, stir up?
"This is the conspiracy of the Burning Legion, and it is also the beginning of Prince Arthas's fall." Experimental Subject No. 5 said sadly, "The mastermind behind the conspiracy is the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis."
"Do you even know Lord Mal'Ganis?"
Uther's brows were furrowed, and his expression was very ugly. How quickly had Thrall's secret collusion with the Dread Lord spread to Kalimdor across the ocean? In this way, the Silver Hand's reputation could hardly be concealed.
The drunk Experimental Subject No. 5 did not notice the honorific title "Sir". He continued to be immersed in the pleasure of telling the prophecy and talked eloquently:
"After that, Arthas and his lover Jaina rushed to Stratholme and met his mentor, Lord Uther who was here. Unfortunately, most of the people in Stratholme were infected with the plague...
.”
"etc."
Mograine interrupted and asked:
"May I ask, noble envoy, how did the people of Stratholme contract the plague?"
"They should not eat grains contaminated with the plague. This is a conspiracy of the cursed god." Experimental Subject No. 5 explained.
Uther and Mograine both laughed out loud.
"Dear messenger, I must remind you." Mograine said loudly: "Normal grains and grains contaminated with plague are as easy to distinguish as beef and cow dung, both in appearance and taste."
Subject No. 5 was stunned for a moment. He had never seen the true appearance of the plague with his own eyes.
"Okay, you can continue and tell your story... Oh! Prophecy." Uther smiled and raised his glass.
Experimental Subject No. 5 felt something strange, but continued:
"In Stratholme, Arthas wanted to massacre the entire city and kill all the people infected with the plague. The disease in their bodies had not yet broken out. The loving Jaina and the kind Lord Uther obviously would not agree to this.
They jointly blamed Arthas for the cruel behavior. Arthas dismissed Uther from his post without mercy. The master and apprentice broke up since then. Jaina left sadly, and Arthas slaughtered with a lonely heart.
He fell into Stratholme and headed towards the abyss of depravity.”
Uther clapped his hands and praised: "Dear envoy, I must admit that your story is very interesting, but unfortunately your character is a bit broken. In that case, as the leader of the Silver Hand, I will not be so pedantic. If it is true,
If this happens, I will definitely massacre the city together with Prince Alsace."
Experimental Subject No. 5 looked at Uther in surprise: "Sir Uther, do you agree with what His Highness the Prince is doing?"
"Okay, maybe I won't agree with it in history or stories, but this is reality, and reality is cruel. How could I, who have seen countless deaths, become so indecisive? Even I would hate this kind of me.
.And Jaina, she is not a girl who can be kind to humans. I can only say that your story is in line with ordinary people's expectations of us, but it is not reality. Please continue."
Experimental Subject No. 5 was increasingly shocked, feeling as if he was drifting and living in a dream.
"In Stratholme, Prince Arthas met the Dreadlord Mal'Ganis, and learned that the Dreadlord was the mastermind behind the plague. In order to avenge Mal'Ganis, Arthas came to the cold Norse.
Sende got the whereabouts of the magic sword Frostmourne. He didn't know that this was actually a bigger conspiracy of the Dread Lord. Arthas, who raised Frostmourne, had his mind completely swallowed by the magic sword and became a powerful death.
Knight, the leader of the Scourge and the spokesman of the Burning Legion. He returned to Lordaeron, killed his father with his own hands, and killed his mentor, Lord Uther, in Andorhal. The coming of natural disasters, plague and fear
Spread throughout Lordaeron."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Uther and Mograine both burst into laughter.
"Dear envoy, did Frostmourne choose Arthas, or did Alsace choose Frostmourne?" Mograine asked tactfully.
"The Dread Lord needs someone to lift Frostmourne. Why does it have to be Prince Arthas? What virtues and abilities does he have?" Uther asked bluntly and bluntly.
"Because..." Experimental Subject No. 5 was unable to speak.
"Arthas is a good boy, he would not do that." It was King Terenas who spoke.
"Your Majesty the King, this is a very clear future. If it is not stopped, a tragedy is destined to happen in Lordaeron. Please believe me."
Experimental Subject No. 5 was a little anxious: "I need to confront Prince Alsace. Where are the others?"
"Two years ago, my son Arthas was already exiled to Deathstroke Town." King Terenas said expressionlessly: "Why stop him? He simply can't do it."
"The prince was exiled?" Experimental Subject No. 5 couldn't believe it: "But your death..."
"I have foreseen my own death." King Terenas said calmly: "The person who killed me is..."
"it's me."
There was a huge roar outside the door. Thrall, wearing black plate armor and carrying the Hammer of Destruction, strode into the throne room. He was holding a thigh and chewing fresh meat in his mouth.
"Only my great savior Thrall is qualified to kill the evil king Terenas of Lordaeron." Thrall glared at King Terenas: "Lordaeron actually has such a flesh-and-blood human being, you actually
If you dare to hide the orcs' rations, King Terenas, you will pay the price for your despicable behavior."
"What have you done?"
Uther said angrily: "These are not the people in the city of Lordaeron, they are my people in the Thorium Territory."
"Oh, really! Paladin, then I can only apologize."
Sal opened his mouth and smiled.
"By the way, Lord Guardian asked me to bring a small gift."
Thrall tore open the magic scroll, and a crow flew out, turned into the image of Medivh, and said:
"Terenas, how does it feel to be dominated by despair? I once had doubts about human nature, but I decided to leave you a glimmer of hope. I will give you and the people of Lordaeron a way out. The only hope is for you
The people traveled to the far west, to the forgotten land of Kalimdor. I have warned you that your destiny can only be in your own hands now, so take care of yourself, stupid king."
At this time, most of the people in Lordaeron became undead or were eaten by orcs, and the military town of Stratholme was destroyed, as well as the fiefdoms of the Silver Hand generals, such as Uther's Thorium Land and Fordring's Hearthglen.
Wait, there are actually only ten surviving people left.
King Terenas was unmoved. He smiled and said: "You want the last people of Lordaeron to die under the trampling of the aliens, or to die of hunger and thirst in the barren and barren land. You know clearly that I don't want to
I will agree."
"Hehehe, I knew it would end like this."
Medivh witnessed everything here through the scroll, and he turned to Experimental Subject No. 5:
"Your story is very interesting. A good story must have a regrettable tragedy. While lamenting the rough fate of the protagonist in the story, people will instinctively ignore the loopholes in the story itself. By the way, where is the magic sword hidden?
"
"A hole in the back of Dragonblight**." Experimental Subject No. 5 regretted it after saying it.
"Hahaha, it's very good. It's a complete story. It will become a piece of history that makes people sigh. Thrall, it's your turn to bring a perfect ending to Lordaeron."
King Terenas closed his eyes.
The hammer of destruction hits hard... (To be continued)