"The plague has spread to the province of Miradar, indicating that the slaughter of Stratholme has passed, and the plague is gradually breaking out, spreading from the city to the entire province. X" Patrick thought to himself, this was news many days ago, and it seemed that the plague was spreading very quickly.

The resolution of the Floating City has been passed, and the power of the entire Floating City decision-making council comes from Patrick, the great lord, and the council will naturally not go against the will of the lord, but he is afraid that some council members will be worried that their interests will be harmed, and do something irrational, Patrick will give them a precautionary shot in advance and let them fulfill their duties.

As Patrick's descendants, they know the darkness of Silvermoon City, so they naturally will not rebel, and now their own Cabolon family has completely settled in Floating City, and the Cabolon family territory in Silvermoon City is completely just an empty shell, and the reunion of everyone has made Patrick's pressure on the future plummet.

The plague has broken out, and Patrick has already ordered all the merchant elves who are out to return to Quel'Thalas, and at the same time asked all the elves who are relaxing under the floating city to return to the floating city.

The reason is simple, the floating city is located near the elven gate, and the plague that broke out in the human kingdom can easily enter Quel'Thalas to infect the elven residents, in order to prevent the safety of the High Elf kingdom, Patrick asked all the elves to return to the floating city for refuge.

Although Patrick made a request, many elves still played every day, and the picnic should not be taken seriously at all, after all, human affairs are too far away from Quel'Thalas, and no elves will care about what happens in the human world.

However, some human caravans and refugees are temporarily resting in the Floating City, which is a small part, and Patrick doesn't care too much, as long as they abide by the laws and regulations of the High Elf Kingdom, it is okay to let them stay for a while, in fact, those remnants of Lordaeron are also poor people.

Azeroth is a world of transcendents after all, every world disaster will force out a large number of characters with the aura of "protagonist", and this kind of thing is not Patrick's patent, and now Patrick has already sensed that the storm is coming, and I don't know if those elves in Silvermoon City are ready.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

……

The royal city of Lordaeron was full of bells, the petals of the flowers were scattered in the air, and the people were greeted by the people, which rang only on important state events---- royal weddings, the birth of heirs, the funeral of kings, all these important events that recorded the course of a kingdom, with the exception of one exception, when Archbishop Alonsos Fao was buried.

Arthas went home, wearing a black cloak and a black animal fur coat, like a merchant returning from the Northlands, the sturdy drawbridge was lowered, Arthas strode over, there was a welcoming crowd here, but no longer ordinary people, some familiar faces, some great nobles and dignitaries, pink, white, red rose petals rained down on the returning hero, a heroic prince who had gone to Northrend in the North Pole to kill the Dreadlord.

What a nostalgic scene, it should have been this scene when I was born, and later when I was crowned crown prince, it was also like this.

A petal fell, Arthas caught it with his gloved hand, and the prince was now completely lifeless, and even the petals could not resist the erosion of this force of death, and the color of the whole petal slowly darkened, and finally dried up and melted in front of Arthas's eyes.

Seeing his father, Terenus-Minehir, the old king's hair had turned a lot gray, and this time the unbridled plague had exhausted Terenus, the province of Daronmir had been destroyed, the province of Miradar was no better, and Stratholme was destroyed at the hands of his son.

"Ah, my son. It makes me happy to see you back safely," said Terenus, who was already old, and was glad to see his heir return safely.

"It's time." Arthas's soul heard the whisper, and Arthas lifted the rune sword, revealing a snow-white face and hair, miserable, white, as if there was no blood in his body.

"What's going on? What are you going to do, my son? ”

"Inherit your throne, my father."

Without hesitation, without hesitation, without pity, without remorse, the Frost Sorrow pierced through Terenus's throat, and the old king's body went limp backwards like a deflated ball.

After the death of the king, Alsace was not idle, there was also a cathedral inside the royal family, which was once the monastery of Alonsos Fao, and after the death of the archbishop was temporarily assumed the position of archbishop by Patriarch Lotandgil.

Alsace has come to this familiar place, a church that is still the same as before, old and spotless, and which was once the spiritual pillar of mankind.

"Arthas, you shouldn't have done that." An old voice came, and Arthas knew that it was the head of the priests, Rotandji, who was speaking: "Your father is already planning to pass on the throne to you, and you will ruin yourself by doing so." ”

"Ruined yourself? Impossible" Arthas mocked: "I intend to live forever, and unlike me, you will eventually die, but I will live here forever." ”

Hearing this, the old man who believed in the Holy Light just looked loving, and did not get angry, and let it look at an ignorant child, in a sense, Rotandergilli and Alonsos Fao both regarded Alsace as their own child, they both watched Arthas be born and watched him grow up, the two archbishops did not have children of their own, in Arthas, the two archbishops poured all their hearts into teaching, and the young prince received too much love from others, This made Arthas eager to prove himself to the people around him.

Arthas has already raised the butcher's knife, and the holy light on Rotandergil's body is also emerging, Arthas sprinted, just one round, the wielding frost sorrow hit Rotandergil's chest, and the holy light in Rotandergil's hand was not released until death, perhaps, this old man who watched Arthas grow up, poured too much doting on Arthas.

Seeing that Rotan Deggi fell, the guards of the church immediately drew their weapons: "The prince killed the bishop, avenge the bishop." ”

"Arthas has turned his back on the Light, he has betrayed us."

……

The shouts were endless, and the surrounding guards drew their weapons towards Arthas, and the feeling of the collapse of faith made the surrounding soldiers and paladins almost collapse...... r