This was the opponent he least wanted to encounter. If Uther hadn't held back "Alsace", he would never have taken the risk of raiding Stratholme.
"That damn old paladin, he must be hiding something."
Mal'Ganis knew very well that he was not strong enough to fight Arthas.
The Dread Lords, the Nasrezim clan, claim to be immortal.
Just like in the legend, after the physical body is destroyed, they will be reborn in the void.
But that kind of rebirth is never beautiful. It is equivalent to reincarnation, requiring everything to be repeated, and it will leave an eternal mark on the soul. This is the eternal shame of the Dread Lord family.
The Dreadlord has always been known for his cunning. The Nathrezim clan, which once successfully seduced the Titan's strongest warriors, has always relied on strategy to win. Mal'Ganis pretended to be arrogant.
"Hahaha, I have been waiting for a long time, your highness, the young prince."
This deep voice trembled and echoed in Alsace's ears and mind. There was no word to describe it except evil. This surprised Alsace, and he had to face this opponent with caution.
This is the difference between Alsace and Robbie. After all, His Royal Highness the Prince has limited experience and is easily confused. In order to ensure that he makes fewer mistakes, he must be cautious in his actions.
The earth where Robbie lives is a world of vast knowledge, where fantasy and imagination fly together. There are no conspiracies and conspiracies that have ever appeared in history and literature. The bluffing tricks of the Dreadlord are just childish.
Taking advantage of the prince's daze, the Dread Lord quickly reached out his hand and gathered the power of darkness.
The Knights of the Silver Hand who had been hit by arrows and fell to the ground got up, transformed into some kind of low-level demons, and rushed towards Alsace with their teeth and claws.
Alsace's heart moved. This transformation ability is very similar to the natural disaster of the Rune of the Dead, and it gives the corpse sharp claws and a strong body. It seems to be stronger than it was in life. This is clearly the fifth mutation talisman. arts.
Arthas knew what he had to do, and he was in no hurry to kill Mal'Ganis.
He needs to learn from it, needs to learn, and needs to gain strength.
Arthas faced the resurrected demons, and while crushing them, he also felt the energy left by the Dreadlord in their bodies.
It's a bit interesting, Alsace was inspired a lot.
Although these Paladins of the Silver Hand were strong during their lifetime, there was still a little Holy Light left in their bodies, which made Mal'Ganis' transformation power unsuccessful. He needed some corpses without Holy Light.
"As you can see, Your Highness, your people are mine now. I will transform the entire city from house to house until the fire of life is extinguished forever, and you are destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and become a mass murderer. The murderer of Somme.”
Mel'Ganis laughed, his disturbing voice dark and harsh, trying to provoke Arthas' anger.
It's a pity that the Dreadlord miscalculated.
Arthas did not speak. He had become accustomed to the confusing rhetoric of the savior Thrall and the guardian Medivh. He killed the resurrected soldiers slowly, tried to understand the power of the Dread Lord, and soon gained new gains.
Alsace's soldiers gathered around and assisted the prince in killing the resurrected enemy.
Mal'Ganis had already taken the opportunity to escape. He flapped his broken wings and jumped continuously. Each time he could cross a distance of tens of meters and landed on the roof of an undamaged building.
He felt that there were many civilians here. In his eyes, these were corpses that could be transformed, his soldiers.
Suddenly the door of the resident's house opened, and a group of zombies rushed out from inside.
Mal'Ganis was stunned. What he saw was not a living person or a corpse, but a group of living dead.
When the mages of Dalaran appeared outside the city, the residents of Stratholme already knew that the city could not be defended.
In order not to become the food of the orcs, the common people chose to become undead without hesitation.
The weak undead launched an attack on the Dread Lord. The contempt for life in his eyes and his fearless spirit made Mal'Ganis feel ashamed.
This is not a goal that he can control and transform.
"When did such a weak creature dare to challenge the great Dread Lord?"
He opened his sharp claws and was about to tear these low-level undead to pieces.
Alsace had already rushed over quickly, with the power of the runes he had just comprehended condensed in his hands. A green sickly halo fell on the weak undead, giving them the power of the dead.
Their bodies became stronger, their limbs became thicker and more powerful, sharp teeth grew in their mouths, and their nails grew crazily, finally turning into dagger-like claws.
"It turns out that you are the culprit of everything. There is indeed a terrible evil hidden in Stratholme."
Mal'Ganis stared hard at Arthas. This enemy became a stranger in his eyes. He knew that he should not stay here. Stratholme was a dead city and all the residents here were his enemies.
After sniffing the smell in the air, he found a place where countless dead bodies were piled up. That was his paradise.
The meat grinding ground for humans and orcs, the gate of Stratholme.
Mal'Ganis flapped his wings, jumped a long distance in one step, and fled towards the city gate.
Arthas followed closely behind the Dreadlord. He was not in a hurry, he needed to learn.
Alsace waved his green giant axe, pretending to be nervous, and deliberately shouted from behind.
"Mal'Ganis, you can't escape. Even if I go to the end of the world, I will catch you. Do you hear me? I will fight until the end of the world!"
"Ends of the world?" Mal'Ganis was shocked: "How does he know my name? I remember never telling my name. Could it be that there is a spy among us, is it Uther or Sylvanas?
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Hearing Alsace's shout, more and more undead walked out of the house. They followed the prince silently, accepting the prince's power and transforming into ghouls with fast footsteps and sharp teeth. A huge team gradually
Collecting.
Like a natural disaster.
On the city wall in the main entrance area of Stratholme.
The trampled flesh and blood blurred the entire city wall, and the blood-red city wall seemed to have become some kind of living thing.
The mincing of meat was still going on, and the one-on-one battle loss ratio finally made Thrall unbearable.
According to the original plan, the orcs should have gained a firm foothold on the city wall at this time. At the same time, fires broke out all over the city of Stratholme. The paladins of the Silver Hand gathered and rushed towards the city gate, cooperating with the orcs inside and outside.
Then all kinds of siege equipment, war puppets and airships came together to capture Stratholme in one fell swoop.
Unfortunately, there was no movement in the city, which made Thrall suspicious.
So, he sent out one of the few ace teams he had.
After a burst of teleported light, a special team of orcs appeared on the city wall. These more than a hundred orcs were stronger than the other orcs, a full head taller. They roared and sounded vaguely majestic like dragons.
Thrall's dragon orcs, a special legion that has tasted blue dragon meat.
The defenders didn't even have time to force them into a state of rage before they were completely torn apart.
Baron Rivendell did not hesitate to draw a red flag.
A Rivendell death squad stormed the city wall.
"kill!"
There were only simple orders, a bloody battlefield, and the defenders were determined to die. The only goal in their minds was to kill the enemy. All morale-boosting slogans had lost their effect.
The two sides immediately engaged in close combat, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
A simple tactic, yet another trick.
Thrall felt a pain in his heart and closed his eyes. Facing such an enemy, the dragon orcs had to go into a rage.
To Thrall's expectation, this garrison was surprisingly strong and evenly matched with the orcs' ace team. (To be continued)