Chapter 470 3. Alsace the Vigilant --- Learning From Qaz Brothers for My Love [3/20]
Chapter 470 3. Alsace the Vigilant --- Learn from the qaz brothers for my love [320]
"Quick! Destroy those burning cauldrons!"
Prince Alsace in full armor rushed into the Dalson farm with a group of paladins wrapped in holy light. He saw the plague pot constantly beating in the burning furnace. The pot was boiling sticky. Half of the liquid has evaporated. If it wasn't for the unexpected illness of the little Dalson, no one would have noticed the horror of the mist before the pots were burned dry.
"Bang, bang"
Two paladins with warhammers raised their knives and lifted the scorching cauldron directly from the fire. The paladin who followed them poured a bucket of holy water into it. The holy light energy in the holy water Quickly neutralized the liquid in the plague cauldron, and the yellow smoke slowly stopped evaporating, but the prince looked back, around Dalson Farm, and on the vast land of Stratholme West, there were rising smoke everywhere. smoke column.
This made Prince Alsace feel powerless.
Under the shroud of smoke, how many of his people have already returned to hell?
"Look, house by house! Find all the survivors!"
The prince shouted to the knights behind him. His bodyguard Falrick looked around, walked up to the prince, and whispered to him:
"Your Highness, I'm afraid...it's too late."
"Go find it!"
Arthas gritted his teeth and said:
"Even if there is still one living person, we must find it! Those corpses... bury them, no! Burn these corpses!"
"Your Highness!"
This order made Farric's eyes widen. In the culture of the human empire at this time, cremation is not a good destination. Although these civilians have died in the smoke, once the act of burning the corpse is spread by someone with a heart, Prince Alsace's reputation among the people will become extremely bad in an instant.
"I said, burn it!"
Arthas clasped his warhammer tightly with his two fingers. How could he not know the consequences of burning the corpses, but right now, he couldn't care less.
"We don't know if these plagues are contagious, and secondly... this thing is passed from the undead side of the dark blade. Whether these dead will be transformed into undead, no one knows...We can't take risks, Farric !"
A glint of gloom flashed in Alsace's eyes. While directing the paladins to destroy the burning plague cauldron in the surrounding farms, he said to his attendants:
"There are millions of people in the entire Stratholme district. We can't take risks. I will support the aftermath here. Farik, take my seal and go to Dalaran as quickly as possible, and ask the mages for help. We must Get the hell out of the fumes!"
"Also, contact Hearthglen and Andorhal, I need the support of the two great knights, seize all the supplies of the "Crown Apothecary Company" in Stratholme, and mobilize all the paladins and priests in the country, we have to Contain this disease before it spreads."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Farric reached out to take the seal ring representing the identity of the prince and the plague sample in a vial, turned around, mounted the horse, and rushed out of the farm. Wisps of light danced behind the galloping horse. The harnesses of the horses of the paladins are all inlaid with gems infused with holy light energy to ensure that the horses will not be polluted by external darkness.
This was originally just a defensive measure against death knights on the battlefield, but it has come in handy in this sudden crisis.
After Farric left, Prince Alsace walked on Dalson Farm with a heavy heart. He walked to the corpses of the old Dalson and the foreman who had lost their life breath. The prince looked at them silently. These people at the lowest level , These were supposed to be his protected people, but now, he let them down.
"sorry."
Alsace lowered his head, said something to the two cold corpses, then picked up the lantern from the side, smashed it on the table, the lamp oil was spilled everywhere, and at the moment when a ball of flame jumped up, the lamp oil was Quickly ignited, and in the dancing flames, the two corpses were quickly engulfed by the flames.
Arthas stared at the dancing flames in front of his eyes, his five fingers tightly gripping his warhammer, wisps of dancing holy light wrapped around his arms in the outburst of his emotions, his heart was filled with powerlessness Shrouded in emotions, he could only watch the disaster erupt, but he could do nothing about it.
What happened to Varian.
What happened to Anna.
And what happened to his people before him.
Alsace has had enough of this powerlessness again and again, he has had enough of this weakness, he desperately wants to find a vent, he wants to find the person behind this conspiracy, he wants to put his own Anger is unleashed on villains who wantonly hurt others.
But he can't...
"Strength, I need strength...the power to save everything, the power to punish everything..."
The beating sparks of holy light were entwined between the prince's fingers. Under the short blond hair, on that resolute face and in those eyes, there were dancing flames that would never go out.
This experience of witnessing the disaster was like a thorn in Alsace's conscience. Every movement would hurt him deeply, but relying on him at present, he couldn't pull out the thorn.
Stimulated by the pain, he was more and more eager to put an end to everything in front of him. As a prince and knight, at that moment, he even wanted to use his own power to quell all disasters.
But that's impossible.
"boom"
The warhammer of His Royal Highness was raised and put back into the weapon buckle behind his back. Before his eyes, the burning flames of lamp oil and corpses had subsided slowly. It seemed that there was another force remaining in the scorched corpse, driving the flames to continue. Lick and lick until the corpse is completely reduced to ashes.
The light in the prince's blue eyes also subsided at this moment. It seemed that he had convinced himself, but could he really let go?
"I can't keep getting beaten anymore, it's time to fight back."
Alsace took a deep breath, and in his heart, he said to himself:
"I will find the culprit of everything, and I swear to you, justice will not be late! In the name of Menethil, it will definitely come."
The prince stayed where he was for a moment, and when the flames burned out, when the ashes were blown up, he turned and left. In the collision of armor, Arthas got on his horse, and the busy paladins around looked at the prince. Steering forward slowly, they saw some signs from Alsace's icy face.
"Alsace, where are you going?"
An old knight of the Silver Hand called out to Arthas:
"Don't be impulsive, wait here for the big knight to come back!"
"I'm going to Stratholme...I'm going to end it all!"
The prince's horse was getting faster and faster, and finally rushed out of the farm. His voice came from afar:
"Those things that Uther is inconvenient to do, I will do it!"
The old knight of the Silver Hand wanted to stop Alsace, but his outstretched hand finally stopped in the air. There are indeed not many smart people in this world, but those who can survive several battles are definitely not stupid.
Since there is a problem with the medicine of the Crown Pharmacist Company, it means that in Stratholme City, someone must be covering for them... Maybe the level of human pharmacists is indeed not as good as that of elves, but it is not so bad that even poison I can't tell the difference, there is something wrong with that city, and there is darkness hidden in that city...
And Alsace has already made a choice, a choice that no one can stop.
Many times, people always say that the past is a foregone conclusion, but it is not true, it is like... smoke, lingering in the closed atrium, changing, rolling between the unchangeable time and the wishful thinking trying to change the past time, but even as our understanding of it changes, one thing remains constant.
The past is never written off, it's there...and every time you think about it, it affects who you are now.
It's like the smell of a burning tree that doesn't go away, even after you've burned the tree...the smell is still there...everyone is shaped by the past and will continue to affect everyone's future.
Perhaps, the dark evil will eventually devour everyone around him, but don't forget, the first one to be invaded by darkness will always be himself.
But...is this his future destiny?
Observers, express curiosity...
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"The smoke is drifting towards Andorhal!"
After the warning from Alsace was sent back, Andorhal, a large city in the western part of Stratholme, was put on alert almost immediately. The mages in the city were gathered together, and the mayor of the city asked them to come up with a plan within a short time. There is a way to solve the smoke, but mages are not shamans. In this extremely short period of time, it is impossible for them to create a big storm to blow away the smoke carrying the plague virus.
And the wind in this season will not be disturbed by external factors. At noon, the thick smog that shrouded the northern part of Andorhal began to shift towards Andorhal under the blowing of the wind.
The great knight Uther who received the news has rushed from Lordaeron to the city of Andorhal. Another great knight, Tirion Fordring, is gathering the civilians who have not yet died in the smoke-shrouded area. The worst thing is, not only Only the plague smoke appeared in the Andorhal region, and signs of the plague cauldron also appeared in the border areas of the Tirisfal region.
And in the farmland near Stratholme City, there are traces of the plague cauldron everywhere. At the same time that Andorhal was defending, the Holy Light's Hope Chapel and the Tyr's Hand defense area in the east of Stratholme The priests and paladins also took action, trying to gather all the innocent civilians before the plague spread.
This is definitely a well-planned conspiracy, and it involves a huge conspiracy. The most terrible thing is that before it broke out, no one was aware of the impending crisis.
It seems that the darkness has taken root in the hinterland of northern Xinjiang, and it has been hidden from everyone's eyes.
"Let the citizens leave the city gate and go to the cold wind camp for shelter!"
The great knight Uther, who had been keeping an eye on the situation in the sky, gave an order decisively. At the same time, a messenger hurriedly rushed up to the sentry tower and reported to the great knight:
"Count Barov opened the gate of Caer Darrow Castle. Mr. Earl expressed his willingness to do everything in his power to gather the civilians, and he told you not to worry about the area around Caer Darrow. The Barov family has enough mages to disperse Plague fog in the air."
"Thank Count Barov for me, thank him and his family for everything they have done for the empire."
Hearing that the most powerful family in the area was willing to help, the great knight breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, under the escort of the cavalry, the civilians in the city walked out of the city gate in an orderly manner. Led by the family's private soldiers, he went to the huge castle in the southeast of Andorhal.
But the crisis facing the city has not been alleviated because of this. The pale yellow plague fog floating in the sky is invisible and qualityless, even if the soldiers want to fight it to the death, they can't do it.
"The messenger from Dalaran is here!"
The voice of the mayor of Andorhal came from behind the great knight standing on the sentry tower. He suddenly turned his head and saw Kael'thas, the Sun King in a fiery red robe, striding forward under the protection of the Phoenix guards. Go up the tower.
Uther wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Kael'thas with a cold face. The young Sun King said in a deep voice:
"We have already studied the plague samples. This plague is contagious to a certain extent. You need to immediately isolate those civilians who have been exposed to the fog! The toxin can be neutralized with holy water. In addition, the Stratholme area is no longer safe. Next, you must In the face of an accident caused by a plague, I must withdraw the high elves who have migrated to this area... I hope you and your king understand."
"But the fog!"
The great knight pointed to the mist slowly drifting towards Andorhal in the sky, and said in a deep voice:
"You're talking about the future, the current problem, how to solve it?"
"swish"
Amidst the crisp sound of the phoenix's long cry, a crimson shaped long sword appeared in the hands of the Sun King. He glanced at the big knight and said softly:
"That's why I came here, and I will stay in this city until the plague here is completely dissipated, but the plague accident in Stratholme is not accidental, your kingdom has been corrupted by darkness, great knight, then A city... has a problem!"
The cold voice fell, and the Sun King took a step forward. The golden long sword in his hand was wrapped in raging fire. While the blade was waving, the scorching flames rushed towards the sky of Andorhal. A curtain of flames shrouded the front of the city, and in the scorching heat, the mist containing the plague toxin was quickly evaporated.
Seeing that the spread of the plague was stopped, the great knight heaved a sigh of relief. He turned his head to look at the pale Mayor of Andorhal behind him, and said softly:
"Have you heard the Sun King's orders? Hurry up and do something to isolate the civilians who have been exposed to the plague. I think Earl Barov is willing to help you with this."
"What about you? Grand Knight, where are you going?"
The mayor wiped the sweat off his face, and seeing the heavily armed knight walk down the sentry tower, he couldn't help asking:
"Andorhal needs you, Grand Knight."
"Alsace, who rushed into Stratholme alone, needs me more!"
Uther walked down the sentry tower without looking back, his voice echoed in this small space:
"He's doing stupid things... But such a disciple makes me feel proud, I have to help him! That's it."