"Mograine, as a high lord and a high-level paladin, your weapons look very ordinary."
Arthas noticed that Mograine's two-handed sword seemed to be the standard weapon of the Silver Hand. Although the quality was better than ordinary weapons, the quality was limited.
Mograine could only say helplessly, "I actually have a preliminary idea, but I haven't been able to put it into practice yet."
"You mean, the crystal you captured during the war?"
This matter is not a secret among the senior officials of the Silver Hand, because most of the people who purified the dark crystal were senior officials of the Silver Hand and the Holy Light Church.
"I couldn't find a suitable blacksmith to use it. The old blacksmiths in the army said that they would waste a lot of money when using this crystal to make weapons."
Mograine sighed, why wouldn't he want to have an invincible weapon? On the battlefield, the guy in your hand is your best partner.
"Perhaps I can recommend a very good candidate for you." Arthas thought of the king of Ironforge. "After we deal with the threat of the Dreadlord, I will take you to visit him."
"That's great, Your Highness Arthas," Mograine's eyes lit up. He had been troubled by this for a long time.
"It's a small thing, and it's all to improve our strength. Our world is still facing many dangers, and we need strong warriors like you to step forward."
Alsace said while looking at the passers-by around the fountain. Soon, he noticed an "acquaintance".
The archmage also noticed Alsace. After he came over, he said hello to Alsace.
"Good day, Your Highness Alsace."
The helper Kael'thas found was none other than the Archmage Rommath who had sent the message for him. Obviously, as a confidant of the Elf Prince, this Archmage was sent to complete this important task.
"Good day, Lord Rommath, it's nice to see you again - it would be better if it wasn't in such an emergency." Arthas responded.
Romans' face was still as paralyzed as ever, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or indifferent. "His Royal Highness has already explained it to me, but there is nothing particularly abnormal at present."
"I know that if a Dread Lord just wants to hide, he may be more of a mage than a mage," Arthas nodded, "So we have to take the initiative."
"As you wish, but before that, we may have to wait for a while. There is another person who wants to join us. She can also provide us with considerable help."
"She?" Mograine was a little surprised. Is there another female mage who wants to join the investigation?
Romance looked in a certain direction at this time and said, "She has arrived."
Arthas turned his head and saw a very familiar face. He blurted out almost subconsciously: "Sylvanas?"
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Kael'thas was in the conference room, listening to Antonidas's tirade, and smiled bitterly to himself, and said to Krasus beside him, "You knew that the Speaker would say this, right?"
Krasus glanced at the Elf Prince and nodded slightly, "Isn't this normal? This is not the first time you have come to a meeting."
"So I'm even more surprised that when the speaker said this, you would also come to the meeting?"
"That's because the situation this time is indeed very urgent." Krasus was obviously not interested in Antonidas's official statement. He looked at the elf prince and said, "You should have met the prince of Lordaeron, right? ?”
"Yes, just last night, I visited my friends at the hotel where they were staying."
There was nothing to hide in this matter. Even his colleagues knew that he went to visit an old friend last night.
But what Kael'thas was a little sensitive to was what Krasus had just said.
"You said... this situation is indeed very urgent?" Kael'thas asked in a low voice, "Where did you get the news?"
"intuition."
Krasus' words were concise and to the point, but Kael'thas obviously didn't want to hear such a simple explanation. But Krasus' words had to make Kael'thas take it seriously.
Among the six members of the Dalaran Council, who is the most powerful and has the most noble status will definitely make the mages in the city argue for days and nights.
But if you want to ask which one is the most mysterious and the most elusive, it must be the archmage named Krasus next to Kael'thas.
Kael'thas is a supporter of this view, because as an elf prince, in his long life and time, he has never heard of an archmage named "Krassus". The road becomes a real puzzle.
"You must know some other news, why don't you want to share it with me?" Kael'thas wanted to get something out of Krasus.
Crassus was unmoved, "I have said it before, I just feel that this matter may be as serious as what the prince said, so I came to this meeting."
But obviously, Antonidas' approach disappointed both him and Kael'thas. The stubborn speaker finally adopted a compromise approach and chose to let the Kirin Tor cooperate with Arthas' investigation without providing any additional s help.
Crassus was silent for a while and continued: "If I remember correctly, his student seems to be a couple with Alsace?"
"Yes, but Antonidas obviously won't change his usual style because of this kind of thing - you should understand that."
The other members of the six-person parliament also know the speaker's behavior. Antonidas is shrewd and wise most of the time and can handle problems and events well.
But once the old mage makes up his mind, he is simply more stubborn than a dwarf.
"Of course..." Krasus' eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, just when Antonidas's speech was finally coming to an end, the mysterious archmage said to the elf prince.
"After the meeting, come to my mage tower. I have something to show you."
After saying that, Krasus quietly left the venue, leaving Kael'thas confused as to what Krassus' intentions were.
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"Brother, hurry up, mom has already cooked and is waiting for us!" the girl called briskly.
"Theresa, slow down, you will fall down like this." Thassarian looked at his sister gently. After his father died, in order to prevent his mother from overworking, young Thassarian took on the responsibility of the family. many jobs.
But when the kingdom began to distribute leaflets for joining the army, Thassarian recalled his father's teachings to him, and he resolutely followed in his father's footsteps and became a glorious soldier.
After going through many selections, despite some hiccups, Thassarian successfully entered the First Legion and was stationed in the south of Andorhal.
Before leaving, his mother handed him an amulet. Faced with the reluctance and worries of his relatives, Thassarian assured them that he would return home safely.
"elder brother……"
"Teresa, I'm going to serve in the First Army Corps. You need to help your mother more at home and stop being so naughty, okay?"
"I...I will be obedient...but...but, I don't want my brother to leave." There were tears in the corners of the girl's eyes. Her father died in the war, and she was worried that her brother would never return like his father. .
"Theresa, this is Thassarian's choice." Thassarian's mother Vivian held her little daughter in her arms and comforted her heartbreak.
"I'm sorry, mother, but I really want to go to the place where my father fought before he was alive. I want him to know that his son loves his homeland as deeply as he does."
Vivian caressed her son's face, "I understand, Thassarian... You and Killoren are exactly the same... Go ahead, Theresa and I will wait for you to come back."
"goodbye……"
The endless darkness drowned the sadness before parting. Only a few days after joining the army, Thassarian encountered a tragedy that made him overwhelmed by pain and self-blame.
He failed to protect anyone... If Prince Alsace hadn't arrived in time, even the innocent little Sally would have been mercilessly slaughtered by the demon.
"I...failed to fulfill my duties...I am not a qualified soldier..."
Thassarian was lost for some time after that, until Arthas took him to Northrend to track down the whereabouts of the dreadlord.
And when he learned that the prince was going to the devil's lair alone, he could hardly restrain his desire to follow the prince's footsteps, even at the cost of his life, to make the fearful devil taste the bitter fruit.
However, he failed. He failed to find Arthas. Instead, he was tracked by the Dread Lord, who led him to the marching route of the First Legion.
Guilt and regret tortured Thassarian's soul, and made him fight desperately. In the end, he thrust his sword into the demon's waist, but he was also penetrated by the Dreadlord's claws.
Amidst the demon's curses, Thassarian gradually lost consciousness and sank into the endless darkness.
——Is it all over? Sorry, Mother...sorry, Theresa...sorry, Uncle Matt...and little Sally, I...didn't do anything.
The young warrior lowered his head. He was a loser, an incompetent man.
"So, do you desire revenge? Revenge against all the darkness and evil in the world, even if you fall into the abyss yourself?"
Thassarian raised his head in the darkness where he couldn't tell up, down, left, and right, and the voice that came from nowhere echoed in the darkness.
"I……"
