As a powerful aristocrat in China, the son of Baron Rivendell stepped into the top aristocratic circle at birth.

Before he contracted the disease, Oryx was also a famous nobleman in the kingdom, with a somewhat sequible temperament, he and the Prince of Arthas were about the same age, and after several visits, the two became friends.

Young friendships are pure, not too political, and after Oryx's illness, Prince Arthas takes time to visit his friends every few months, and he is also saddened by what happened to Oryx.

In fact, in the eyes of Prince Alsace, Baron Rivendell is more like a qualified father than his father, this baron takes almost every care of his son, and Arthas believes that if Oryx can be cured, Baron Rivendell will definitely give up everything.

But he chose the worst way.

"Oryx wouldn't want to see you like that, Baron."

Arthas rolled and dismounted, his short golden hair swaying between his walks, his blue eyes staring at the baron in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Put what you've got in your hands, Baron, that evil thing won't save Oryx! Now back... It's still too late! ”

When he saw Arthas, Baron Rivendell subconsciously made a movement to turn and run away, but when he was called out by name, the Baron's escape stopped in place, he turned his back to Arthas, and after a moment, he reached out and untied his hood.

"Prince Alsace..."

The baron turned and looked at the prince with a pleading gaze at the warhammer, and he said in a deep voice:

"If you want to arrest me, if you want to judge me, if you want to kill me, you can... But this crystal, I must send it back to Oryx, it can save Oryx's life! I've seen it with my own eyes, this crystal can remove the shadow from my son's body, it can heal him! ”

"Oryx is also your friend, isn't he?"

The baron's voice was sad and low, it was a gesture of a father who gave up everything to save his son, and there was no need for disguise, and the gesture of pleading made Arthas's questioning tone sway.

"I can understand you, Baron, I want to save my friend too, but not in this way, what you have in your hand, that is full of darkness and evil, how can this kind of thing save lives? You've been deceived, Baron, take me to those who have deceived you, maybe... Maybe we can find another way. ”

"I don't care about any evil and righteousness, it can cure Oryx!"

The baron clenched his fists, his black eyes beating with stubbornness, and he called out to Arthas:

"They promised me, I covered for them and let those potions be sent to all parts of Stratholme, and I sold my soul for this, and sold my soul to the devil in exchange for this! You can't stop me, Arthas! ”

The shout turned into a complete roar in a gust of wind that blew through the corner, and the muscles in Baron Rivendell's cheeks twitched, and he gripped the black velvet bag with the crystal in his left hand, which he placed in his close-fitting pocket, and then his fingers slid to the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Don't try to stop me, Arthas, the light of your faith can't save Oryx, and I don't want to lose my son just like that, I must save him, at all costs!"

In the midst of the confrontation, a dark voice beat in the baron's heart.

"Worldly justice has come to you, Rivendell, for what you have done to save your loved ones, he thinks you are evil, he wants to punish you, and most importantly, he is preventing you from saving your own son... You and I both know that Oryx doesn't have much time left. ”

"Oryx doesn't have much time left."

Baron Rivendell silently read these words, an anxious emotion rushed to his heart, he gritted his teeth, looked at the prince approaching him in front of him, he took a step back sharply, the long sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed, and the sharp blade was aimed at Arthas:

"Don't come here! Arthas, Oryx, my poor son, he doesn't have much time left... There's no time to waste, get out of the way! Let me pass! Otherwise, I'll..."

"Bang"

The golden hammer in the prince's hand slammed into the ground, the masonry under his feet shattered at this moment, and a rich holy light extended from Arthas's hands and wrapped around his arms, and he looked at Baron Rivendell in front of him, and the chaotic light in the baron's eyes could not hide his eyes.

"You've been tempted, Baron Rivendell, I can't let you pass, I can't let you extend the darkness to Orix again, come to your senses!"

"You scoundrel!"

Arthas's stubbornness made the baron completely impatient, and in the catharsis of his inner frenzy, he clenched the hilt of his sword, stepped forward in a staggered step, and the throbbing blade whistled and stabbed at the prince's arm, but the blade was repelled by the warhammer that the prince held in both hands before it could touch Arthas.

Paladins are good at using heavy weapons, especially old-fashioned noble knights like Uther, who adhere to the original creed of knights and do not use bladed weapons, so Warhammer has become their first choice.

As a disciple of Uther, Arthas's warhammer skills were also very masterful, and in the face of the stabbing and slashing of the one-handed longsword in the hands of Baron Rivendell, the prince wrapped the holy light around his body, and wielded the warhammer in his hand in a ferocious way, forcing the baron back after only a few encounters.

"Orisses is in danger, and you still stop me from saving him! Is this the justice you uphold? Bullshit! ”

The baron roared as if he had gone mad, and rushed at Arthas again with all his might, his eyes red, and an abnormal madness echoing in him, and the sound of escape lingered in him, driving the baron to kill the young prince.

When the orcs retreated from Quel'Salas, Baron Rivendell had fought with the defenders of Stratholme, he was an excellent swordsman and experienced in combat, and under the pressure of worrying about his loved ones, in just a few moments, in this small alley in the back street, the Baron's offensive became more and more sharp.

"Bell, bell, bell, bell"

The sharp long sword and the war hammer are staggered, colliding, the figures of the two of you come and go, the sparks from the friction of the weapon are beating everywhere in the air, this life-and-death battle is not too fancy, it is more of a pure contest of strength, and in this kind of contest, the prince who is riddled with holy light obviously has more advantages, and the baron's one-handed longsword is difficult to dodge perfectly every time when facing the collision of heavy weapons.

"The only thing that can save Orix is the Light, and it has always been in Orix's heart!"

"Huh"

Arthas turned sideways, allowing the roaring baron's long sword to cut a mark on his breastplate, his left hand raised, the rich holy light swelled violently in the palm of his hand, and the bright light rushed in all directions like an arrow of light, and the sudden pillar of light made the baron's eyes subconsciously narrow.

"It's not Oryx who needs to be saved... It's you! ”

"Bang"

The whistling hammer slammed into the baron's chest, and although the swordsman used his sword to block his chest at the critical moment, the fragile sword broke off from the center in the face of the bombardment of this pure heavy weapon, and in a metallic resonance, the figure of Baron Rivendell was smashed backwards, and he rolled in the air, and finally smashed into the debris pile below the wall.

"Whew... Whew"

Arthas breathed a few breaths, then walked forward briskly with his hammer, he walked to the messed up pile, and looked at Baron Rivendell lying in the ruins, the baron had a cut on his chest from a broken blade, blood stained his clothes, he was not seriously injured, but his eyes were hollow when he looked up at the sky.

It's like losing all will and persistence, and becoming a walking corpse.

"I tried..."

The baron, lying in the filthy pile of debris, looked at the sky blankly, and as Alsace approached, the baron whispered in a hoarse voice:

"I've tried everything... Holy Light, Magic... Even witch disgusting herbs, I've tried ... It's useless, it's all useless, your holy light can't save my son..."

"The Light is not omnipotent! Why isn't it... Why isn't it..."

The baron's voice choked, he raised his bloodstained hands and covered his face, Arthas stood beside the baron, watching the baron sobbing silently, this is a real father, and a man can shed tears in front of outsiders, how much pain and despair has he experienced?

For a moment, the atmosphere of sadness and despair also infected Arthas, and the young prince stood silently beside the desperate baron, his hammer in both hands, and for a moment he felt the powerlessness again.

He seemed to understand Baron Rivendell's madness, the desperation of the drowning man who had clung to the last straw, though he couldn't accept it.

"You can't think that Oryx is going through pain and just go and hurt other people..."

Arthas wanted to say something, but when he saw the grim expression on Baron Rivendell's face, he suddenly realized how high-sounding and how high-sounding his words were... It's disgusting.

Think about it in another way, if his father is seriously ill, or Gianna is seriously ill, will he be like Baron Rivendell desperate to seize the last hope?

Arthas was silent, he had already seen the end... He will! There is no doubt that he will do the same thing, or even more excessive, to save his relatives like Baron Rivendell, but can these things, these wrong things done in order to save, really be measured by pure justice and fairness?

Human nature is so complex, is there really a distinction between what is absolutely right and what is absolutely wrong in the adult world?

At this moment, in the dark alleys of Stratholme, Arthas, the young prince, the young paladin, became dazed, and he realized how pale he had once insisted on pure justice and truth... At Darsong Farm, he would be indignant when he saw the civilians killed, and he wanted to kill the culprit, but now, the culprit was in front of him, but he couldn't do it.

Who is right and who is wrong?

"I can't judge you..."

Alsace bent down and put the desperate baron on his shoulders, and he said in a deep voice:

"I'm not in a position to judge you, Baron, but I'll do everything in my power to help Oryx, he's my friend, and if he recovers one day, then... I'll let him judge you, I don't have that qualification. ”

"You're a good boy, Arthas, you're a..."

The baron whispered a few words, and then when Arthas tried to chop him with chains, the baron suddenly stretched out a kick and kicked Arthas's waist, kicking the unprepared prince out of the air, and Arthas, who was suddenly attacked, rolled twice on the ground, and when he raised his head again, he saw Baron Rivendell being choked by the neck by a demon that suddenly appeared, and was lifted into the air.

"Hehehe, I know that humans are unreliable! I will always change my mind for some reason. ”

Marganis glared at Baron Rivendell as he struggled in his claws, the green-armoured Nasrezm demon turned his head to the Prince of Arthas as he slapped himself from the ground with a malicious gaze, and he grinned as he lifted the Baron up to his eyes.

"Don't you want to save your son? Or is it that as soon as you are told a few words about justice and justice, you "come to your senses"? Don't make a fuss, Rivendell, don't make a fuss... You don't have a second way to go. ”

"But... It's okay, maybe your son won't need it anymore, so give it to you! ”

The Dreadlord laughed wildly and clenched his fingers, the black crystal that the Baron had placed in his pocket was crushed by the demon's claws at this moment, and the cold and corrupt power contained in it rushed into Baron Rivendell's body at this moment, and the Baron let out a roar of pain, and the moment the demon waved his claws, the Baron's entire body was thrown out.

Seeing this, Arthas roared and rushed towards the Dreadlord, the holy light in his body filled his body at this moment, and two bright wings burst out behind the prince, filling the entire street with holy light.

But the moment his hammer slammed into the demon, Malganis' massive body suddenly spread out, and the Dreadlord vanished without a trace amid the black bat scream.

"Ha, little prince of mankind, I smell your confusion, stick to the pale justice of your heart, die here, just as you can't save Rivendell, you can't save it... Yourself! ”

"Click"

With a muffled thud, the frightened Arthas turned his head, and behind him, a cold body stood up from the ground, still the familiar face, but the baron's eyes, at this time, had turned as cold as a dark blue, and between the flips of his wrists, a frost sword forged by cold ice appeared in the palm of his hand.

"The Death Knight... Nope."