Mal'Ganis, who was flying, glanced at his left arm, which was burnt to a black finish, and was actually a little frightened by the holy light that had just erupted from Alsace.
He should have tortured the doctor and his daughter some more, but when he raised his hand to block Alsace's blow, the severe pain stimulated his nerves crazily.
The power of the Holy Light, which can be described as violent, had a "wonderful" reaction with the evil energy and shadow energy in his body. If he hadn't escaped in time and had no longer contact with Alsace's war hammer, his arm would have It might just blow up.
Demons all have one thing in common, which is their great contempt for weak mortal races. Their arrogance comes from their powerful strength and near-immortal life.
Demons do not really die when fighting on a physical planet. When their bodies are completely destroyed, their souls will go directly back to the Twisting Nether, the devil's lair.
Unless special magic or items are used to imprison the demon's soul in advance, there is no way to truly kill a demon based on physical damage alone.
Although the Holy Light can cause considerable damage to demons, its damage to the soul level is really limited. Compared to Paladins, most demons may be more afraid of mages.
As for high-level demons like Mal'Ganis, rather than low-level cannon fodder of the Burning Legion, they would not care about ordinary human paladins, but Arthas' holy light really opened his eyes.
However, Mal'Ganis ran away not because he was afraid, but because he also had a deep understanding of the Holy Light - this energy is closely related to the emotions of living beings. For a calm and composed person, the power of the Holy Light will never As furious as Alsace.
Arthas' holy light almost turned into a solid golden-red flame. Mal'Ganis had previously felt that Lordaeron's defenses were a bit too tight. Could Arthas be responsible for this?
But after meeting Arthas, Mal'Ganis decided that his plan had succeeded, so he retreated immediately without hesitation.
A person with this kind of holy light must be a reckless man, because the energy itself cannot be deceived.
…
When Jaina rushed to the Privy Camp with ten Privy Knights and Thassarian, they saw Arthas sitting on a boulder outside the camp, with a white-haired little girl in his arms.
His blue-gold cloak had multiple rips torn apart by swords, and the bright paint of his armor also had scratches caused by various weapons. As for his weapon [Power of Menethil], only half of the hammer handle was left. The head of the war hammer was broken into irregular iron pieces and scattered on the ground, and it also emitted strong holy light from time to time.
Clearly, Alsace had seen a fierce battle.
"Are you okay?!" Jaina hurried to Arthas' side and found that he didn't have any injuries except that he looked a little embarrassed. This made her relieved.
"I'm fine, I just let Mal'Ganis run away."
"Who is this girl?"
"She is the only survivor of this disaster besides Thassarian." Arthas said. "I came too late. The other soldiers in the camp became Mal'Ganis' puppets, and even Mai Doctor Te was also sacrificed by him. I only had time to save the girl."
With the departure of their master, the undead soldiers controlled by Mal'Ganis fell into a weak state. While the [Power of Menethil] was not completely damaged, Arthas freed them all.
Unfortunately, the souls of the three hundred soldiers had long been devoured by Mal'Ganis. They were just a group of puppets controlled by the Dread Lord. The departure of their master also caused their strength to plummet, and they almost became the lowest level. Waiting mindless zombies.
Matt Whitemane's remains were also lifted off the altar by Arthas and were lying quietly in the open space in the middle of the camp.
"Is everything...over?" Thassarian limped to the camp gate with a simple crutch.
Most of the undead were purified under the holy light of Alsace, but there are still some broken armors, weapons and corpses that seem to tell the tragic experience of the southern camp.
"They are all dead? A total of three hundred people?" Jaina was a little unbelievable. A camp stationed by a regular army was so easily destroyed in the hands of the devil, without even a chance to resist.
"This is the horror of the Burning Legion. If we don't unite as one, sooner or later we will be defeated by them one by one."
"Come and send them on their last journey - ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
After leaving Sally Whitemane in the care of Farric, Arthas led the other Privy Knights into the camp, preparing to collect the emblems of the fallen soldiers.
They fought to protect Lordaeron, but in the end their bodies were decayed by undead magic. Even if they were not illuminated by the Holy Light, they would quickly turn into dust after death, leaving not even a complete body.
It took more than an hour for Arthas and others to sort out the partially complete armors and emblems and pile them up in the middle of the camp. Jaina's eyes revealed sadness, and she sighed: "We have sacrificed so many people... …”
"Report, Your Highness, the First Legion, the Thirteenth Battalion, a total of 312 people...have all arrived." Thassarian saluted Arthas with a Lordaeron military salute, his eyes a little red.
"Very well, Major Thassarian - from today on, you are the new commander of the Thirteenth Battalion. Now, I want to ask you a question." Alsace said seriously, "Are you willing to follow me? Avenge your brothers?"
"I do! Your Highness the Prince!" Thassarian's voice was deafening, and he even ignored the pain in his body.
"Very good," Arthas nodded. "We will go back to recuperate first. In a week, we will set off - to Northrend, and then let Mal'Ganis pay with blood, debt, blood."
"yes!"
…
With the help of the reinforcements that arrived later, Arthas brought all the soldiers of the Thirteenth Battalion back to Lordaeron for burial. After handing over the pension matters to the Privy Council, he began to read about the Orc War in the South. Report.
The orcs in the south were very rampant before. They took advantage of the shortage of manpower in Lordaeron and focused on preventing the plague, and broke through almost all the shelters. The orcs with high morale began to feel that humans were as weak as before.
Until they met an elite force led by Uther. After leaving a large number of corpses, under the leadership of Grommash Hellscream, the chief of the Warsong clan, and a young shaman named Thrall, they It began to shrink back into the forest.
In addition to attacking the power of the orcs, the former warchief of the orcs, Orgrim Doomhammer, who escaped from the asylum a long time ago, was confirmed to have died in battle, but his body mysteriously disappeared after the war. .
Uther believed that this had dealt a huge blow to the orcs. Whether it was their spirit or body, they should be exhausted now. When their new leader comes to power, they will not think about it again for at least the next few years. There is a dispute with Lordaeron.
In addition, it is a secret letter sent from Kalimdor by Van Cleef.
They had already searched for the tauren tribe located in the south of the Barrens. Although the tauren's attitude towards them was not friendly at first, when Van Cleef proposed that they were willing to help the tauren deal with the intrusion of the centaurs, the tauren Willing to send an envoy to Theramore to discuss in detail.
Arthas had already decided on the candidate to go to Kalimdor. He was supposed to go on behalf of Lordaeron, but he had to go to Northrend next, so he couldn't go in person.
But when Jaina heard that Arthas asked her to go to Theramore and that she would complete the hunt for Mal'Ganis, her first reaction surprised even Arthas.
"You are hiding something from me." Jaina stared at Arthas. She always felt that the prince's recent actions were a bit strange. "Since this plague, you have become a bit strange."
Alsace touched his face, "Is it obvious?"
"What do you think? According to your style, you will never rush to find a dangerous demon and more than 300 undead alone."
Jaina paused for half a second, then continued to express her feelings, "But I don't think you were carried away by anger or other emotions. You always have your own plans, right?"
When Arthas was about to say something, Jaina raised her slender fingers to his lips and said seriously, "You don't have to tell me. If you really feel you have to do that, I will support you." .”
"Jaina... thank you," Arthas said with mixed emotions, half relieved and half emotional. Jaina was no longer the innocent little girl, she had become more keen and intelligent.
"If you really want to thank me, just come back from Northrend well, hum!" Jaina hummed softly. She was not dissatisfied at all. "When I come back, I will settle the score with you again."
Jaina finally agreed, and together with Muradin Bronzebeard and Varian Wrynn, as representatives of the Alliance, went to negotiate with the Tauren, while Arthas led the fleet after Jaina and the others set off from the Eastern Kingdoms. , heading north to Northrend.
At this moment, the trajectory of fate seemed to have returned to its original position, but everything was completely different.
