"What?! You want to go alone?! It's too dangerous!" Jaina firmly disagreed with Arthas heading to the southern camp alone.
Arthas patiently explained to her, "Jaina, his target is me. If you go, you will be in danger."
Mal'Ganis wanted to lead the prince of Lordaeron onto the path of corruption, thereby subverting the most powerful kingdom of mankind, weakening the power of Azeroth, and paving the way for the Legion's invasion.
This means that Mal'Ganis will care about his own death or life, but will not care about the life or death of others who follow him.
According to Thassarian, the people in the southern camp were not three hundred mindless zombies, but three hundred undead warriors with considerable combat effectiveness. In this case, even a fully armed and powerful privy knight would have no effect when facing the undead that are dozens of times more numerous than themselves and difficult to kill.
Jaina's situation will be even more dangerous. As the archmage, she is the main output point of firepower and will definitely receive the attention of Mal'Ganis. Rather than letting them go deep into danger with her, it is better to let herself go alone.
Although Farric and the others did not want the prince to personally take risks, it was Arthas's order after all, and they could not disobey it. However, Jaina was different. She would never allow Arthas to do such a thing. In her opinion, It's an act of committing suicide.
"No matter what you say, I won't let you go alone! The best way now is to wait here for Sir Uther's reinforcements." Jaina's beautiful eyebrows knitted together, "This is what you taught me , can’t act recklessly!”
"We should indeed wait for Mr. Uther's reinforcements, but I don't think the Dread Lord will wait for us too long." Arthas understood that if Mal'Ganis' conspiracy in Lordaeron could not be ended this time, then this abominable Where will the devil hide?
With their current manpower, it was basically impossible to retain Mal'Ganis, who wanted to escape. The five dreadlords sent to Azeroth are all the best of their kind, and Mal'Ganis may be the most powerful enemy Arthas has ever faced.
"Matt and Sally are probably still alive. I can't just watch the people of Lordaeron being tortured to death by demons."
Jaina was silent for a few seconds, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Arthas."
"Jaina, believe me, nothing will happen to me. I will make him repay double what the devil did."
The usually smart and eloquent female mage looked at Alsace's sincere and sincere eyes, and she didn't know what to say to persuade him. She knew that the prince would not make any reckless moves, but she So worried about my lover.
"I understand, Arthas - but I will only wait for you for half an hour. If you don't appear in front of me after half an hour, I will go find you immediately!"
This was Jaina's last concession. Since Arthas could risk his own life to save two ordinary people, she could also risk her life for the one she loved.
"That's enough, Jaina." Arthas felt Jaina's determination, and he solemnly nodded towards the female mage.
After making the promise, Alsace quickly got on his horse and disappeared at the end of the road.
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"Monster, let go of my daughter!"
Matt, who was bound to an altar, twisted his body crazily, trying to break free from the demon's shackles. Unfortunately, Mal'Ganis' magic could not be lifted by an ordinary person like him.
"Oh, smart doctor, I will not hurt your baby girl now." Malganis stretched out a finger and lightly scratched the girl's face with his sharp nails. "Look, what my actions are... So gentle that it won’t even hurt her.”
"What on earth do you want to do?!" Matt roared hysterically, wanting to eat Mal'Ganis alive.
"Look at the look in your eyes. I like your human expressions the most, and your..." Mal'Ganis' huge body appeared next to Matt like a ghost, with huge bat wings stretched out, "Blood. "
His right hand stabbed into Matt's thigh fiercely, and the doctor let out a scream. Mal'Ganis slowly pulled out his five fingers, licked the blood on them, and held Matt's head firmly with his other hand, " Ah, look at your expression, it's so painful, so humble, so...ridiculous!"
After letting go of Matt, Mal'Ganis allowed his blood to flow out, gradually covering the magic circle on the altar under Matt, and the evil blood magic was taking shape.
"Enjoy your last moments, human. Maybe you can see how your prince killed your daughter with his own hands later."
Matt's life was passing away bit by bit, and he said weakly, "The devil...prince...your highness, will kill you to avenge me..."
"Oh? Really? It's a pity that you will never see that day."
Malganis let out a thrilling laughter. Under the influence of the magic power of the blood ritual, little Sally's golden hair began to gradually turn pale, and her vitality was gradually being eroded by the evil magic power.
"Mal'Ganis! Come out and face my wrath!"
The dazzling holy light turned into a wave, turning all the undead blocked in front of the gate into fly ash. Golden flames burned in Arthas's eyes, and he waved the [Power of Menethil] vigorously. , the hot light drives away all darkness.
The undead warrior was not Alsace's enemy at all. Just touching his light turned it into ashes. The epic warhammer withstood the washout of massive amounts of holy light, and each time it was swung, it shook out a golden halo.
"What power is this?"
Mal'Ganis' smile faltered. Arthas's holy light was stronger than he expected. Even though he destroyed so many worlds, the Dread Lord had never seen such a pure light.
The concentrated golden flames enveloped Alsace like a solid body. The [Power of Menethil] even cracked due to the excessive power, but the war hammer fragments did not fall directly, but followed the Holy Light. The traction of force forms a stable hammer head.
The army formation composed of undead could not stop Arthas at all. He was like a god coming down from the earth. In the blink of an eye, he hit Mal'Ganis hard with his war hammer carrying strong wind.
The Dread Lord subconsciously stretched out his arm to block it. When his body, which could withstand the irrigation and strengthening of evil energy, faced such high-purity holy light, it was like meeting flesh on a hot iron plate. A harsh sizzling sound sounded, and Marga Nice's bat wings flapped and turned into a swarm of black bats, instantly disappearing into the camp.
"Human Prince, don't think everything is over! Look at the girl next to you, her fate will be your future!" Mal'Ganis' angry voice sounded from the air, "The cold wind of Northrend will swallow you soul! Your kingdom will be destroyed!"
The bats mimicked by Mal'Ganis' dark magic quickly disappeared into the sky. His escape was so straightforward that Arthas was stunned: This fear lord actually chose to retreat directly? Not even trying to provoke yourself, but simply induce yourself to go to Northrend?
He instinctively wanted to think, but the situation of Matt and Sally left Arthas no time to think about it. He released the holy light to form a semicircular protective shield to prevent the undead soldiers from interfering, while he stepped forward. Check in on Matt and Sally.
Sally seemed to be affected by some kind of dark ritual, which was eroding her vitality and turning her soul into some kind of evil monster. Fortunately, this influence was not deep enough, and Arthas did not spend too much effort. It suppressed it, except that her hair could no longer return to its original blonde color.
"Prince... Your Highness..." Matt's face was pale and his lips were purple, "There is no need to waste your holy light... I lost too much blood... The healing spell... can't save... me... but please save me. ’s…daughter…”
"Don't worry, your daughter is fine."
Matt's body lost too much blood, and even part of his soul was sacrificed in the ritual, becoming mutilated. He can still speak now purely by relying on his will, but he really doesn't have much time left.
No matter how powerful the power of Holy Light was, Alsace could not save such an injury. Even if he used the power of death to forcefully retain Matt's soul, he would only get a ghost with incomplete consciousness.
Both of them knew what was going to happen next. After Matt heard that his daughter was fine, he finally felt relieved, "Thank you... Your... Your Highness... I... can..."
Matt's words were not finished after all. His breathing and heartbeat stopped, and his broken soul and body were finally freed from the torture.
In fact, he not only carries the love for his daughter, but also the guilt of more than 300 people in the southern camp - if he could report the anomaly to the church more firmly, maybe more people could survive, right?
A pocket watch in the doctor's arms rolled out of his pocket. Alsace caught Matt's last belongings, opened the watch, and saw a line of small words engraved on it.
"To my eternal love—Matt Whitemane." The signature was Mary Whitemane, and an additional name was engraved below the writing: Sally Whitemane.
Alsace stood there, silent for a long time, and finally closed the pocket watch and placed it in little Sally's hand.
May the soul of this ordinary father rest in peace in the eternal kingdom.
