When Brian led the Privy Knights back to the camp, Thassarian who greeted them at the door did not notice the figure of his prince.
"Lord Brian, where is His Highness the Prince?" Thassarian asked Brian quickly.
Brian replied with a stinking face, "No need to call me Sir - your troublesome prince ran away alone."
"Ran?"
Thassarian's expression was very astonished, and he obviously didn't understand what Brian meant. He didn't understand what running away meant.
"Why are you looking at me? If you look at me, that boy from Alsace will come back? Let me tell you, while we are talking, your prince has already rushed into the undead camp alone!"
Brian's voice rose a little higher, but Thassarian couldn't care less. His eyes widened, "What?! A person - you mean His Highness went to find the undead and demons by himself?!"
Thassarian's first reaction was to summon his troops and rush to support his prince. But all his movements froze when Brian took out the badge and the words.
"Alsace asked me to take you back to Dagger Bay Fortress - and it's too late for you to lead people to chase him now." Brian sighed.
"But, isn't this allowing His Highness the Prince to go into danger alone? The soldiers of Lordaeron will always advance and retreat together with His Highness, Sir Brian!"
Brian glanced at Thassarian and said calmly: "Do you think I'm a fool? If Arthas is really in danger, I will definitely not agree to his request - his power has long been exceeded. beyond the imagination of most of us.”
To single-handedly defeat an entire undead army, Brian believed that even his brother, Magni Bronzebeard, would be unlikely to be able to do it. Unless complete preparations were made in advance, the consequences would most likely be a loss-for-lose situation.
But Arthas is different. His power is the absolute nemesis of the undead. Whether it is the scorching holy light or the power of death that can control the undead, the threat of thousands of undead troops may not be as good as half a horse to him. Erganis is big.
After all, most of the undead natural disasters are composed of low-level skeletons and ghouls. Such undead cannon fodder relies on numbers to defeat the ordinary army. With them, it is difficult to stop Arthas.
"Can……"
"Okay, Mr. Major, please listen to me for the time being. I can be considered a veteran who participated in the Second Orc War. This snowy field is very dangerous. It is the right choice not to stay here for too long."
Thassarian fell silent. He had never forgotten his father's teachings: a soldier always puts obedience to orders as the first priority.
"I understand, I'm going to get everyone ready to evacuate."
Just as the troops were breaking camp and preparing to end this "exploration" activity, Farric came to Brian and whispered, "Mr. Brian, Thassarian rode away on his own."
"What?!" Brian's hat almost fell off in fright, and he asked, "Is that guy crazy?!"
"My people found this in his camp." Farric took out a medal - the rank medal of a major in the First Legion of Lordaeron.
Brian picked up the medal with a complicated look on his face, but after a while, he calmed down and said, "Notify everyone and prepare to return."
He would not send someone to find Thassarian. It would be too dangerous. Who knows what other dangerous creatures there are in the Dragonblight, not to mention that it would take more energy and time to find someone than to determine the location of the undead camp. Much more difficult.
This was Thassarian's own choice. He abandoned his identity as a major of the First Legion just to find Arthas.
Brian felt a little melancholy when he thought of Thassarian's departure. "That kid is a warrior, but he is too reckless. He doesn't have the power of Arthas. This time, I'm afraid it's going to be a disaster."
"Your Highness, you saved him that time in West Wilder." Farric said concisely.
"Are you talking about the incident in the southern camp of Andorhal?" Brian was stunned. He had heard Arthas talk about this incident. Three hundred soldiers were brutally killed by Mal'Ganis.
Farric nodded, "He is the only survivor, and his father is Killoren."
"I know that he, the hero of the Second Orc War, unfortunately died on the battlefield."
Brian touched the horns of his goat mount with a bitter look on his face. He didn't like battles and wars, so he decided to become an explorer and travel throughout Azeroth.
"I can only hope that he will not encounter any danger and can find Alsace safely."
…
Shortly after separating from Brian, Arthas carried his sword and warhammer on his back and walked to the undead camp very close to the cave. This time, without Mal'Ganis hiding his presence, from a distance, He felt the devil's soul.
"The first prey has been found."
[Frostmourne] vibrated slightly, seeming to be responding to Alsace's call. The reaction of the rune sword made Arthas smile slightly. This sword was cursed by the Nasrezim and could not be used to kill Nasrezim. However, now, this curse has been erased by him.
Therefore, this greedy magic sword really wants to taste the soul of its creator, which is a delicacy that it has never had the opportunity to taste before.
When Arthas appeared within the detection range of the Undead Shadow Guards, these undead sentinels immediately informed their evil masters of Arthas' arrival.
Mal'Ganis immediately took over the shadow guard's ghost vision. When he saw Arthas and Frostmourne on his waist clearly, a strange smile appeared on the big demon's face.
"Hahaha, the stronger the light, the more shadows it will turn into when it falls into darkness."
Everything was just as Mal'Ganis expected. After spreading the news to the dwarves in advance, Arthas went to find [Frostmourne] and tracked his actions.
Logically speaking, his mission ends here, but the character of the Dreadlord makes him want to show off his power in front of Arthas. Anyway, [Frostmourne] can't kill Nasrezim, so he can just wander around. , and by the way, it can also attack Alsace's psychological defense.
And he could have faked his death and escaped, temporarily got rid of his official duties, and went to other places in Azeroth to have some fun.
That guy Tichondrius has already started planning the arrival of the legion. When Arthas is controlled by the Lich King, destroys the human kingdom and the elven kingdom, and gets the opportunity to summon Archimonde, that reckless man, then Aize Lars was destroyed, but it was a lot less fun.
While Mal'Ganis was thinking this, Arthas had killed a large number of undead with his sword and was walking towards the ziggurat where Mal'Ganis was.
The Dread Lord simply stopped hiding. The undead here were originally cannon fodder used to contain the troops. Now that Alsace came alone, these low-level cannon fodder would have no effect at all.
Thinking of this, Malganis stopped hiding. He spread his bat wings and his tall body turned into black mist and a swarm of bats, rushing towards the outside of the ziggurat.
"Oh, the brave prince is here? Do you think you can defeat me, Mal'Ganis, with a powerful weapon?"
Arthas pulled the rune sword out of the ghoul's rotting chest. The light of [Frostmourne] flickered and dimmed. This low-level undead, although it still had a soul, could not satisfy its desires.
The Dread Lord noticed that Arthas did not use the Holy Light, but relied on his own physical fitness to kill the undead. Mal'Ganis was a little happy. Did he not expect that this prince would break away from the embrace of the Holy Light so quickly?
It looks like the plan is going more smoothly than anyone imagined.
"Come on, let me take your soul, it might be fun." Dark energy surged from Mal'Ganis's two claws, and the surrounding undead were enhanced by dark magic and became even crazier.
Looking at the ghouls and skeleton soldiers rushing towards him, Arthas remained unmoved. He just held the hilt of [Frostmourne] with both hands and charged into the undead crowd with the sword.
His superb swordsmanship coupled with the indestructible blade of Frostmourne, the rotten armor of the skeleton soldiers and the broken flesh of the ghouls could not stop him for even a second. After just a few photos of the confrontation, Arthas set off a wave of chaos among the undead. There was a storm of bones and flesh.
Mal'Ganis looked at Arthas for a moment. Unexpectedly, after "losing" the protection of the Holy Light, the prince's strength was still strong. Even after falling, he was still a qualified warrior. If he could become the Burning Legion The fallen vanguard, Mal'Ganis felt that there might be a place for him in the Legion.
