Chapter 135: A single spark can start a prairie fire
In an abandoned house on Firestone Farm, Alsace, a disheveled man, lit a fire.
Robbie pushed open the dilapidated door. He collected a large bundle of dry firewood and caught a rabbit to roast. When he saw that Alsace still hadn't lit the fire.
There is no other way. His Royal Highness has been pampered since he was a child and has been obsessed with the practice of Paladins, honing combat skills, and training in court etiquette. This seemingly simple job is particularly difficult for him.
Robbie could only take over, and soon the fire was burning brightly.
Alsace was tidying up the rabbits angrily. He had learned how to make a fire many times, but unfortunately he just couldn't do it.
The rabbit meat was cut up and smoked on the stove. A rusty pot was found from the kitchen, and the rabbit bones were stewed into a pot of broth. With the magic bread made from the staff, Robbie and Alsace ate a meal.
A satisfying breakfast.
The soup tastes as light as water, the bitter taste of rust is hard to get rid of, and the rabbit meat is not very tasty, but we can't ask for that much here and now.
"What you are doing is wrong."
An undead emerged from the ground, wearing a shabby top hat on its head. It moved its steps and climbed in through the window with great effort.
"In the past, whenever the Silver Hand saw smoke coming from someone's chimney, they would come and steal the food, capture people and send them to the orcs to make military rations." The undead picked up the rabbit bones on the ground and installed them on his ribs.
The undead did not know Arthas' ability, and could communicate with the dead at any time. Under the guidance of the dead souls everywhere, they could easily avoid the Silver Hand and the orcs.
"At that time, the Silver Hand was still kind and righteous, and they generally ignored us undead."
"What now?" Alsace asked.
"The Silver Hand and the orcs are killing us everywhere. They claim that we have committed an unforgivable crime and are sinners. They will destroy Azeroth in the future." The undead shrugged and smiled: "Look, this is our picture.
How can you destroy the world if you look miserable and barely survive?"
"There's no point in inflicting a crime on someone else," Robbie concluded.
"Although you have become undead, you are still the people of Lordaeron. You remember the crimes they committed. In order to cover up all this and protect their own reputation, they can only kill people and silence them."
Arthas gnashed his teeth in hatred and kept adding more wood to the stove, as if he was burning the bones of the orcs and the Knights of the Silver Hand.
There are four forces in Lordaeron tracking Arthas, the Knights of the Silver Hand led by Uther, Thrall's orc army, Sylvanas' elven rangers, and Jaina's Dove of Peace.
Unfortunately, Alsace is like a drop of water falling into the sea and disappearing without a trace.
These four forces could not find Arthas, and now most of them gathered around Andorhal, waiting for the full moon night when Arthas and Kel'Thuzad would meet, and then they would catch them all.
Robbie and Arthas have been wandering near Andorhal for a long time, but unfortunately the four forces surrounded them tightly and blocked all passages.
For a while, neither of them could do anything. Fortunately, there was still some time before the full moon, hoping that something would happen.
The undead stared at Alsace for a while, then suddenly took off his hat and saluted respectfully:
"It turns out to be His Royal Highness Prince Alsace. It's my honor to meet you. Let me introduce myself. I am Lord Malogar. Oh, I was an inconspicuous little lord during my lifetime. You probably don't recognize me. At a palace gathering
, I saw you once from a distance."
"How happy it is to be able to see old friends from the past. I miss those wonderful times in Lordaeron very much." Arthas nodded: "By the way, have you never resisted the orcs and the Silver Hand?
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Lord Malogar scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Our physical strength is not even half of what it used to be. We can't resist, nor can we run fast. We are simply unable to resist, so we can only find ways to hide ourselves."
Alsace sighed, for the weak, resistance is also a luxury.
Robbie stared at Lord Malogar, noticed something, and said to Arthas:
"Your Highness, I wonder if you have noticed that the spirits of the undead we saw along the way are much stronger and purer than those of living people. Perhaps this is not a coincidence."
Arthas thought about it carefully and then looked at Lord Malogar carefully. Robbie was absolutely right.
"Everything you lose must be something you gain."
Alsace said calmly, he didn't think of anything.
Robbie is different, he is sensitive to what this means!
Casting spells with runes requires strong enough mental power, and not many living people meet this condition.
But the mental power of most undead can reach the standard.
"Perhaps, we can try to arm them." Robbie condensed a blood rune in his hand: "Lord Malogar, do you want to become stronger together with your undead compatriots?"
Malogar stared at the blood runes and suddenly became excited.
"What is this? I feel a powerful force calling me."
"This is called the blood rune." Robbie condensed the frost and evil runes one after another: "There are three runes in total. You need to explore how to use them together. It should make you stronger."
Arthas hesitated for a moment, since he had nothing to do anyway. Together with Robbie, he taught Malogar how to condense the three runes of the dead and how to use them.
Malogar learned quickly, and with the condensation of the three runes, an outstanding light bloomed in Malogar's dim eye sockets.
"This is power, Prince Arthas, what do you need us to do?"
"Teach this to all the undead, and then learn to resist and protect themselves, and survive."
Arthas didn't give much hope. In the prince's mind, this would at most create some minor trouble for the orcs and the Silver Hand, some trivial trouble, nothing more.
His Highness the Prince did not know that many major historical events were accomplished inadvertently.
"The fourth rune is called Natural Disaster. It can resurrect the dead and requires more powerful mental power. If any of you were mage during your lifetime, or if your mental power is particularly strong naturally, you can try to learn it."
Arthas demonstrated to Malogar how the Scourge runes were condensed.
Three runes surrounded Malogar, and the undead showed a grateful look:
"Your Highness, to tell you the truth, we undead are not a piece of loose sand. The Curse Cult connects us. What you taught me will soon spread throughout Lordaeron. This is the power that can change our destiny. Gram
Er'Thuzad said that only you can bring hope and salvation to Lordaeron. To be honest, we undead don't believe it and think you are as stupid and incompetent as King Terenas."
"Now, I swear on behalf of all the undead that you are our king. All living and dead people in Lordaeron who uphold all justice will only recognize you, King Arthas Menethil."
Arthas shrugged his shoulders and said with a disapproving smile: "I am honored to be the new king."
"Your Majesty, please wait for our good news."
Malogar left in a hurry, disappeared underground and disappeared.
This time his hands and feet became much more agile, and were no worse than those of a living person.
"There is an old saying in our hometown, Prince of Alsace." Robbie said seriously:
"A single spark can start a prairie fire."
At this time, Arthas still did not realize that the world would change in his hands.
"Let's plan how to enter Andorhal." Arthas thought carefully:
"Perhaps, we can go find Jaina." (To be continued)