Prince Alsace, the lord of Deathstroke Town, is actually a baron?
If it weren't for the bronze dragon's categorical promise to send Robby to the location closest to Alsace, Robby would have thought that this guy was a fake.
It cannot be that they have the same name. In the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Menethil is a noble royal surname.
Something is wrong, something is broken, the world is completely broken.
Robbie knew very well that the history written by the Guardians was absolutely untrustworthy.
But I never expected it to be so outrageous.
According to the historical records of the Keepers, Arthas during this time period should have been together with Jaina and the Condor Heroes, and they were in love with each other, working together to solve the mystery of the plague in Lordaeron and find the source of the plague.
By the way, is there no one left in Lordaeron? Are all the mages in Dalaran useless? Two young people have to take action?
Sure enough, the history written by the Guardians has problems upon scrutiny.
"Are you Prince Arthas of Lordaeron?" Robbie felt the need to confirm.
"I am Arthas, but I am no longer the prince of Lordaeron."
Arthas stared at the holy light at Robbie's fingertips. His attention was entirely focused on it. His answer seemed to be perfunctory, and he said casually: "You are from the Kingdom of Stormwind. Something happened here. You
I probably don’t know much about it.”
"I want to hear it," Robbie said.
Alsace shifted his attention slightly, looked at Robbie's face calmly, cleared his throat, and said seriously:
"Child, when you were born, the forests of Lordaeron whispered your name..."
"Alsace."
Seeing Alsace stopped, Robbie took over.
"No, it's Sal!"
"What, Sal?" Robbie was stunned.
"Yes, it's Sal. It was my name before, but it was changed two years ago."
The corners of Alsace's mouth turned up in a bitter smile:
"Two years ago, the orc Thrall was born. People said that he was the son of destiny and the savior of Azeroth. Legend has it that when Lord Blackmore of Durnholde saw Thrall as a baby, he saw a golden
The light shot straight into the sky, and countless naaru turned into little people and sang and knelt around Thrall. Blackmore realized that this was the savior, and quickly bowed his head to worship him. When Thrall grew up, Blackmore felt that he was not worthy of being the great savior.
I am so ashamed that I committed suicide."
"Fuck, this story is too bizarre." Robbie couldn't help but cursed after hearing this.
Arthas sneered and said: "What's even more outrageous is that Thrall is said to be full of domineering spirit. Not only do the orcs worship him and crowd around him. The people of Lordaeron also welcome the orcs. In order to give the kind-hearted orcs
To replenish the military rations, the common people happily cut off the flesh from their bodies and made it into hard meat jerky to reward the orc army."
"Well, every king must go through the process of being deified before growing up."
Alsace's brows were full of gloom, and he whispered: "Later, my father accepted Thrall as his godson, and drove me out of the Royal City of Lordaeron, took back my identity as a prince, and exiled me to Deathstroke Town.
"
After spitting out the siltation in his heart for many days, Arthas looked slightly better and said with a wry smile: "I recently heard that this folk song has been changed: Brother, when you were born, the forest of Lordaeron softly called out to you.
Name: Sal."
"Becoming brothers!" Robbie felt that his brain was running out.
"Yes, he was his godson at first, but now my father and Thrall have become brothers." Arthas laughed at himself: "You see, now the orc Thrall is my uncle."
Robbie was lost in thought, digesting Alsace's information.
"Having said so much." Arthas stared directly at Robbie: "You should tell me where your power of holy light comes from. I feel that it is not the same as Uther and the others."
Only then did Robbie realize that the holy light at his fingertips had never been extinguished.
Ever since he obtained Old Fordring's secret, Robbie had to process it with Holy Light before eating any food. Later, after eating a few meals of Draenei food, the effect was significantly improved, and the power of Holy Light in his body became stronger and stronger. Coming stronger and stronger.
"This is the Holy Light, Arthas, aren't you a Paladin?"
Alsace's expression became more and more ugly, as if it brought back painful memories:
"Uther said that I was the stupidest disciple he had ever taught. Many paladins poured the power of the Holy Light into me, so that I could barely use the Holy Light. Two years ago, when I was exiled to Deathstroke Town, Uther personally removed the power of the Holy Light from me, and warned me not to call myself his disciple, saying that I had defiled the Holy Light."
This is called a wall being pushed down by everyone, and a drum being beaten by thousands of people.
Alsace's inner depression and dark despair from the inside out deeply affected Robbie.
Only the holy light at the fingertips seemed to light a beacon in the dark night, giving Alsace a little confidence and a glimmer of hope on his face.
"My power comes from this book." Robbie handed the "Book of Holy Light" to Arthas.
Arthas took the "Book of Holy Light", rubbed the cover, and said with a smile: "The skin of the Behemoth, colorful dragon scales, arcane crystals, blood of heroes, haha, that fool used such precious materials to write the Holy Light A treasure book.”
Robbie really wanted to tell Arthas that the author of this book is you. In order not to cause misunderstanding, the author's name of "Book of Holy Light" has been erased.
Arthas flipped through a few pages and closed the book: "Uther warned that the Book of Holy Light is a taboo book for the Paladins, and it will lead the Paladins down the wrong path."
"But this book is the only hope for people like us." Robbie said seriously: "What is important is not the content of the Holy Light Book, but the perception of the Holy Light in the book, which comes from a... ...the great paladin."
Alsace hesitated for a while, and finally plucked up the courage: "Okay, I'll try."
Robbie settled down at the death knell.
There was originally a lord in Deathstroke Town. Alsace was exiled here two years ago. He basically lived in the tombs and rarely went out. No one except the original lord knew his true identity.
Robbie was not willing to live in a cold tomb with the female corpse, so he found a hotel to stay in Deathstroke Town.
Deathstroke Town is also short of food, but fortunately Robbie has been prepared.
Spell staff, making food with magic, a specialty of the Defias Brotherhood
Although magic food is boring and tasteless, it is better than starving.
After a few days of this, Robbie realized that Arthas was not an easy person to get along with. If he were not interested in Robbie's power of Holy Light, he would never tell his past.
Then again, Robbie is just a passer-by during this period, and he can return at any time if he can't survive any longer, so he treats Alsace with all his heart and without reservation.
Through such a strange combination of circumstances, the two became formal friends.
A few days later, Robbie met Alsace again.
Alsace's face was full of spring breeze, and his whole person was filled with confidence, as if he was a different person.
Strength gives people confidence, and strong strength will change a person.
"Robbie, watch the holy light I comprehend explode."
Alsace pointed his hand, and with a bang, a large pit half a man deep appeared on the ground.
"I'll go, Holy Light is on."
Rob was shocked. Alsace's talent was simply too good. Now Robby could barely do this.
Looking at the deep pit that exploded, Arthas said confidently: "Although it is not as good as Uther, the light bringer, it is almost the same as Dathrohan, Mograine and others." (To be continued)