At the port on the coast of Tirisfal, one hundred elites were preparing to follow Alsace to Northrend. Thassarian followed Alsace. His injuries had fully recovered under the treatment of holy light and medicine. .
"Your Highness, may I venture to ask... Where have you arranged for Dr. Matt's daughter to go?" Thassarian is a little worried about this little girl's life. Both of her parents have passed away and she has no other relatives. .
"My sister Calia loved the baby and said she would take care of little Sally for a while."
Alsace also felt a little sorry for the future Grand Prosecutor. It would be no exaggeration to describe her childhood as bloody. Fortunately, she did not have a direct impression of her father's death. Alsace just told her that her My father died heroically while fighting the plague in the southern camp.
"But little Sally is still a little weak. I suggested to Caliya that she take Sally to the monastery to recuperate."
"Sally is so lucky to have met you." Thassarian bowed deeply to Alsace, which made up for some of his guilt and regret towards Matt.
Arthas waved his hand, "No need to be polite, but is your injury healed? Can you fight?"
"I have never felt so good," Thassarian said, patting his chest. "I will personally cut off that demon's head and send it to you."
"That's fine if you say so," Arthas smiled, but immediately said seriously, "But you can't be impulsive without my order. That demon is not something you can fight against now."
Thassarian was a little disappointed. He also knew that he was no match for Mal'Ganis, and the prince was more concerned about his own life, but he still couldn't wait to kill the demon with his hands and use his head to commemorate his fallen comrade.
"Don't be so disappointed. Train yourself hard. One day, you can kill more powerful demons with your own hands." Arthas patted Thassarian on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Major, now greet our soldiers. Come on board and get ready to go.”
"Yes, my lord."
After Thassarian turned around and left, Arthas stood on the bridge, observing the weather at sea, until a strange and magnetic voice sounded behind him.
"Your Highness, do you really plan to go to that frozen continent?"
"I thought you wouldn't come," Arthas turned around and looked at the middle-aged man wrapped in a large cloak without any surprise.
He was holding an inconspicuous-looking solid wood staff. At the end of the staff was a crow with folded wings, and the eyes of this crow were shining with arcane light.
"Atiesh, shouldn't it be in the hands of Dalaran?" Arthas raised his eyebrows and asked about the origin of the staff.
"I can be considered its original owner. Although it no longer belongs to me, it's not troublesome for me to use it." The mysterious man said calmly, "You are completely different from your father."
"Then you must have gone to see Sal and Antonidas. I guess Antonidas, like my father, thinks you are a crazy liar."
"Perhaps you are more suitable to be this prophet than me," the mysterious man said without comment. He gently paused his staff, "and you are also the one among these people who is most aware of the dangers of the Burning Legion."
"Okay, Medivh, I'm not here to listen to your prophecies that fooled the bronze dragon. Why did you come to me?" Arthas interrupted the mysterious man, who was Medivh.
"It's really not surprising to you that I'm still alive." Medivh, the former guardian who was thought to be dead, now looks like an ordinary middle-aged man, standing in front of Arthas alive again.
"Of course I'm not surprised, but I'm just surprised why, as a guardian, you only gave a kind reminder instead of personally joining the fight against the Burning Legion." Arthas's question became sharp.
Medivh did not get angry when he heard the prince's question, his tone was just slightly helpless.
"The guardian is dead and died together with some of the evil souls of the fallen Titan. Now there is only a mage named Medivh standing here.
And I owe my mother so much that I dare not fight against the Burning Legion with my life that she tried her best to save.
But I did do something wrong, and I must do something to save my beloved world - I want to inform you so that you can be prepared.
However, even if the power of all life combined is so small when facing the Burning Legion.
Arthas, you will be a legendary hero, but will you be our hope against the Burning Legion? "
Medivh's voice became farther and farther away, and when Arthas looked at him again, the guardian had disappeared. He transformed into a black raven, standing on the mast of the flagship.
"The Burning Legion will still come back. Soon, they will go to Kalimdor, where they will be the target of their attack." Human words came out of the crow's mouth.
After that, the crow flapped its wings and flew towards the sky. Alsace did not try to stop him, but just watched him fly away quietly.
Arthas was not surprised by Medivh's appearance. He just wondered why Medivh, who had the power of prophecy, did not tell the kings the specific disaster that occurred, but instead used very general explanations to persuade the top officials of the Eastern Kingdom.
This made most people regard him as a liar, including the mages of Dalaran, but the people of Dalaran probably did not want to believe that the dead Medivh was resurrected.
After much deliberation, he could only get one answer, and that was the Bronze Dragon - these paranoid guardians insisted on following the so-called "history", and Medivh was also afraid of them, so he had no choice but to follow the "history". "To advance.
Watching the long river of time, the aloof Time Guardian watched the world indifferently; but what Arthas was not sure about was whether Medivh had discovered that the bronze dragon seemed unable to affect this timeline.
As for the other wrong things that Medivh should be accused of doing, Arthas did not say much because that was not actually Medivh's original intention. The "good" belonging to the Guardians and the "evil" of the fallen Titan's soul began to clash from the moment Medivh was born.
In the end, evil gained the upper hand and used the power of good to bring disaster to Azeroth. Medivh just watched helplessly as the fallen titan borrowed the power of the guardians to make trouble.
As Medivh said, the struggle between good and evil had evaporated when he died on the tower of Karazhan, and he is now just an ordinary mage named Medivh.
However, Arthas disagreed with Medivh's approach, but he would not judge it any more. Medivh's matter was not the most important thing at the moment.
"Notify everyone and prepare to set sail."
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A few days later, Arthas landed with his soldiers at Northrend Daggerscabbard Bay, the outpost fortress of Lordaeron.
This is a dangerous bay in the Howling Fjord, but the water is deep enough to build a port needed by sea ships. In addition, it is at the bottom of the fjord, so the Lich King's forces will basically not explore here.
In the fortress of Dagger Sheath Bay, Arthas met another acquaintance - Brian Bronzebeard.
"Bryan? Why are you here?" Arthas suddenly had an ominous premonition after seeing this adventurous dwarf.
"Aha! Some time ago, my expedition team and I tried to go deep into the Storm Cliffs, but before we could get very far inside, we were driven out by the harsh weather and the ferocious Archosaur."
"Then we encountered trolls again, so many trolls! They chased us all the way, and we ran away..."
Brian vividly described the wonderful experiences he had during his adventure. Arthas asked him to stop for a moment, dumbfounded, "So why are you in Howling Fjord?"
The dwarf adventurer's tone paused and he smiled awkwardly, "Your soldiers rescued us from the pursuit of those trolls, and then we stayed here."
"Your fate is really great. The frost trolls in the north are the most powerful in Northrend. You are lucky to come out alive after provoking them." Arthas tried to educate Brian and tell him not to be like this all the time. Do something dangerous.
The old dwarf was not ashamed but proud, "Hey, it's an adventure. Without any luck, I would have been eaten by some wild beast."
Come on, this guy is hopeless. If you are not a monster-mongering maniac, who is?
"By the way, Arthas, why did you come to Northrend?" Brian pointed at the entire fortress, "I was shocked when I knew there was a human fortress here."
"Hunting a dangerous demon who is one of the masterminds behind the plague on Lordaeron."
"Devil?! I'm not sleepy anymore if you say this!" Brian's eyes were as wide as copper bells, "What kind of demon is it? A kid, a void walker or a succubus? No, no, no, you are talking about the mastermind behind the scenes, for sure Not these ordinary things.”
"It's a Nathrezim."
"Nasrezim? What is that thing? No matter what, it must be some rare species, right? Can you take me with you? Don't worry, I won't cause trouble, although it's not as good as my two brothers. , but my shotgun is not vegetarian either!"
