The history of Azeroth has collapsed.

Originally, the brave fighter, but was played with and possessed by many things, and finally personally transformed into a villain to destroy his homeland. With Rorschach's intervention, it actually evolved into a prince's passionate and leading the Northrend natives who were suffering, and established a united front to fight against the brutal Lich King's rule.

What's even more disastrous is that he actually did this.

Originally, according to Northrend's primitive level of civilization, the scope of activities of a race was often narrow and extremely exclusive. Many ethnic groups were even in long-term conquests and internal struggles. The ancestors had countless regrets and could not easily unite, let alone obey the command of outsiders from a different continent.

But the blame is that the villain Lich King is so perfect.

For it, every time it kills a living creature, it represents the growth of a soldier, and it also means the growth of its own strength. If the speed was still limited by its insufficient power, since it personally destroyed the ancient kingdom of Aizhu Nirub, tens of thousands of undead spider demons of distinct levels were recorded, and the pace of expansion was uncontrollable. No matter whether it was a werewolf, dog-headed man or a bear monster, as long as it was a living life, even the wild beasts that were scattered by its undead sea, were slaughtered thousands of miles away.

This behavior was originally intended to isolate the Alsace army and unable to access any foreign aid, so he could only pin his hopes on the "Demon Sword - Frost's Sorrow", but has now become the fuse for the prince to gather his forces.

After all, Northrend itself has a long history of thousands of years. Many of the natives above were originally left behind the lost bloodlines of the ancient elves. Although most of the civilizations and knowledge disappeared with the disaster of the invasion of the Burning Legion, the remains of the ancestors always had a trace of background. The large-scale massacre of the Lich King has caused uneasiness to many intelligent races. However, their power was scattered and too weak. Northrend was just an isolated island. Even if he surrendered, he would definitely refuse to accept it. He could only migrate and flee in vain and wait for death.

The arrival of Alsace gave them a chance.

"With the underground network of spider demons, I have contacted the nearby indigenous humans. Most of their ancestors were pioneers who came here in the Eastern Kingdoms. With this relationship, many villages have promised to provide food and minerals as long as we protect them from the interference of the dead, but because of their sparse population, they cannot provide too much military support."

He stretched out his finger to draw out the range of the map. Now the prince was so energetic that he paused and sighed, "In fact, if it weren't for discipline and cooperation, humans were actually not suitable for use as soldiers. According to the Spider Demon, there are a large number of bear monsters nearby. Although those barbaric creatures are not very friendly, they are rough and thick in skin and flesh and infinite brute force, which is most suitable for infantry combat formations."

He suddenly showed a regretful look: "It's a pity that I have no contact with the Senarius Council. It is said that some of them can communicate with the bear monsters. Maybe they can help them. In this way, the joining of the druids may fill the gap left by those mages. Well, after returning this time, in addition to promoting the threat here, we should also focus on the rich land and mineral resources of Northrend, especially... a large number of indigenous people without faith. Only in this way can the jackals be moved. Don't write down the last sentence."

He turned around and said half jokingly and half seriously. Roxa, who was beside him, nodded with a bitter face, and had to take a few notes.

The reason why he suddenly became the prince’s private clerk inexplicably and was fortunate to listen to the confidential information deep in the expeditionary army also started with the basic welfare "translation" of the Book of Reincarnation.

The translation of infinite space is not an illusion of sound and words. After all, if you encounter a native who is proficient in lip-type spies, agents, etc., it is easy to cause doubts and unnecessary surprises. Therefore, at the beginning of entering this plane, the Book of Reincarnation directly converts the corresponding Azeroth "common language knowledge" based on the "Chinese foundation" mastered by Rorschach. With the popularization of the 21st century Celestial Celestial Education, only with Rorschach's level, in this medieval background, 80% of the people were in a different world where big words were illiterate, and it would be no problem to get involved in a low-level linguist.

As soon as this journey northwards, the clerk brought by Arthas was a civil servant with no combat effectiveness. He was weak in physique and could not withstand the environment and pressure and was killed early in a certain enemy raid. The barracks were mostly reckless men who could not read big words. Even some low-ranking noble children who were knowledgeable could not have those political terms with a triple meaning. So he had to write documents with a pen himself as a prince, and he had been busy with a long time. Now with the arrival of Rorschach, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and took charge of this kind of role.

"Also, it is said that there are some strange dwarf tribes underground on the other side of the Spider Demon Kingdom in this land. I wonder if the mentors can be contacted... After all, the musketeers he brought were too restrained. There are also legends in the depths of the snowfield that there are some icy blue-skinned trolls. Their regeneration constitution is not afraid of the plague infection of the undead, and their individual strength is strong. Although they have some barbaric habits of cannibalism, they can't take so many. At worst, they can let the dead zombies eat them. Maybe they can try to contact them, which may relieve our pressure."

Listening to these military situations, Luo Xia recorded absent-mindedly, but knew in his heart that these strategies seemed to be comprehensive, but they probably wouldn't be realized.

Because the Lich King will never tolerate this kind of rebellious seed growing.

Although Arthas's approach coincides with the decision of Taizu of a certain dynasty, the backgrounds of the two sides are very different - the Scourge Legion is not a bad army with most of its troops bound by the invaders, and Naozu himself is not a bald man who was forced to rise and fall several times by the heavy internal voices. On the contrary, as the leader of the Burning Legion, he fought inappropriately. The Lich King is like a "traitor" dictatorship warlord trained by Japan and the United States, and has occupied more than 80% of the land; on the other hand, Arthas is a local native with short-sighted eyes and constant racial disputes. It is absolutely impossible for him to sacrifice his head and shed blood for the red faith. As for the big brother who was far away from the sky, he was actually a greedy evil spirit who was more covetous.

This situation is called tactful and tactful, but it is actually extremely bad. Moreover, human energy is limited after all, and it is impossible to cover everything. Although Arthas's talent in the Holy Light Knight's journey is amazing, it is the turn of a military man, which is a habit of cheating, and can start a business with hundreds of peasants. Once the storm is surging, it seems to be eclipsed. Compared with Zulong, who is accustomed to cheating, can start a business with hundreds of peasants, and once the storm is surging, it will be exterminated by the powerful government of millions of troops.

If Arthas could reverse the situation in this environment, it would inevitably not be a gap in strength, but it could only be a crushing of IQ. Unless Arthas changed his name to Aotian Long, while using his brainless aura, his troops transformed into heroes of the War of Resistance, tearing up demons and eating dragons alive. It was just an outdated plot that was too lazy to use in second-rate novels, obviously it would not happen in the real history that Rorschach participated in.

"So... what would the Lich King do?" This question echoed in Rosha's mind in the past two days.

In fact, if it weren't for fear that His Highness's war hammer would have made him into meat sauce, Roxa had learned from Han Xin to escape overnight. After all, if he woke up and suddenly faced the army of undead everywhere, it would be difficult to say. However, in the past two days, Alsace's contact with the natives, transporting supplies, and the spider-demon joint plan, had been extremely smooth. The undead on the other side seemed to have really decayed the brains of the corpse, and turned a blind eye to it and did not send any interference. If this progress continues, maybe he can really make a way out.

Some mastermind behind this obviously wouldn't watch this happen.

Therefore, the fourth day of the natural disaster finally came late.

To everyone's expectations, it was not a spider demon attack with the sky falling and the earth sinking, nor was it an endless skeleton pushing horizontally. In fact, when everyone was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, holding weapons and waiting for the enemy's expected attack, they did not find that the real danger had secretly laid the groundwork inside.

This move... seems natural again, because it has been used in the Eastern Kingdom, almost drove a prince crazy. He also used it when Northrend arrived, adding tens of thousands of troops that started their own business. It has been tried and tested and is a signature killer for the undead natural disaster. This is the infamous "Plague Natural Disaster".

The first to be found were soldiers on duty and guarding the night.

When he was carried into the camp, his expression was shriveled, his skin was pale, and his cheek bones were deeply sunken. It was not so much a young and middle-aged man as a skeleton in human skin. When he saw Arthas, his confused eyes fell in tears, his lips buzzed slightly, and he obviously still retained his sober consciousness, but at this moment it turned into the cruelest torture.

"Stand by, soldier..." Arthas held his hands, comforted him, and then raised his hand to signal, asking the royal priest who had been on standby behind him to step forward, praying to use the healing magic.

When the shining holy light filled the body of this weak man, causing him to temporarily regain his blood color, but after the light retreated, he passed away like a funnel, his whole body shrank more thoroughly, and his mind fell into a deeper coma again. Arthas lowered his head and fell silent. Even though he didn't say a word, the people around him clearly felt a storm coming and the panic of Mount Tai falling.

It took a long time until all the holy power was exhausted that the two priests turned around and looked at each other. One of the elderly stepped forward and shook his head and said, "Although the holy light is somewhat effective, it cannot completely eradicate this plague." Then, the old man, who was also a medical officer, pondered for a moment, organized the language, and continued to explain:

"In addition to natural disasters and plagues, there is also part of the plagues in his body that originate from toxins of a certain plant. The two damages are interdependent. The infection of the undead reduces his physical resistance, causing the toxins to enter his body and cause further damage. When the Holy Light is treated, although most of the plagues can be eliminated, it does not have a good effect on phytotoxins similar to parasites, so there is always a small amount of plagues mixed with residual toxins. After the holy light is consumed, the plague hidden in the toxin will appear again, absorbing the vitality of the human body even more violently..."

Finally, the old pastor with white beard and temples spread his hands and said, "This plague sacrifices the lethality, but it is even more difficult to eradicate. It requires at least twelve holy power treatments to recover. However, because of the human body's resistance to holy light, the twelve treatments will take 24 days, and because of the repeated destruction of the body, complete recovery will require at least three months of recuperation."

In other words, within at least four months, all soldiers infected with the plague will become burdens similar to the living dead... Everyone present immediately understood another meaning in the old man's words.

"Guardian... tell me, what's going on?" Arthas nodded, closed his eyes hard, waved his hand and asked someone to lift the sick on the ground away, and then said to Faric, who bowed his head and silently. However, the captain of the guard had not yet walked out, another order rang out in his ear, "Also, check how many people are infected with this symptoms in the army!"

No one is willing to face His Royal Highness, who is like a powder keg, and the incident will soon surface.

The root of the plague is in the food - but not the reserve military ration brought by the Northern Expedition Army from its hometown, but the local specialties recently exchanged with the indigenous people.

Originally, according to the lessons of countless Resident Evils in Lordaeron, the Alsace governed the military system in the logistics side was extremely strict. The military food and fresh water were detected and processed by both manual and holy light to ensure that there was no trace of foreign matter infiltration. However, as time went by, the expeditionary force had few arms left, and there were large amounts of support from new allies to account. The handover of a large number of materials was inevitably a little omission. What's more important is... In a world with magic, it is difficult to hide from a mage, but there are countless ways to deceive the seemingly real naked eye.

"When we arrived at the Logistics Department, Colonel Alpha was missing...but this was left where he was." Faric whispered, handing over a purple-black object.

This scale, as thin as a leaf, is covered with strange purple-black patterns, with jagged edges, and countless sharp edges are faintly exposed.

Looking at the strange object in his hand, Alsace was silent for a moment, and suddenly let out a roar like a wounded beast. The war hammer in his hand shone brightly, and countless brilliant silver light burst out, and as the hammer hit the bottom.

"boom----"

At that moment, the air centered on the giant hammer suddenly exploded into a pale wave of air. Everyone in the tent was blown back by the strong wind. The eardrums were obviously bulging when they were close, and they were almost shaking the twisted air pressure brought by the giant hammer and bleeding. It was not until the purple-black scales turned into four flying ashes that the prince's angry voice echoed.

"Melganis, I...I must kill you with my own hands!"

Melganis can only be this fearful demon king who is from the twisted void, proficient in changes and playing with people's hearts, so that the plague can conceal the investigation of the holy light, and can change into other people's forms without revealing any flaws. Only this enemy who once forced the prince to slaughter the city himself, and hatred even surpassed the Lich King himself, can seduce the deepest anger of Alsace.

"Oh, it's really the whine of the defeated dog."

When he saw the soldier holding the scales coming, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and Rorschach, who was hiding in a corner of the camp, was more affected by the physical gap. He finally recovered from his dizziness. He listened to the protagonist's roar, and couldn't help but complain. However, although he was unhappy with Arthas' obvious venting anger and accidentally hurting the soy sauce party, he was deeply impressed by the Lich King's wonderful move.

The strategy of this wise and wise old man is very simple: Don’t you want to unite all powers? OK, then I will let you unite, but... when your own power is weaker than your allies, who will the initiative of the Allies who are in harmony with each other?

This scheming boss knew in his heart that unless he turned the table and turned his back, he picked up tens of thousands of troops, and let the prepared "Sick Prince Development Plan for the Sick Prince" be hell, he directly gathered tens of thousands of undead troops to massacre Arthas and his immature indigenous Allies, otherwise, the moderate but not fatal army would only force them to unite more due to fear. So he simply gave up his force and took advantage of the embarrassment of the Alsace army without spellcasters, and sent his fearful devil into the camp and sent him to the indigenous people to send him to the camp.

The plague was planted in the food that came. In this way, even if the Paladin's treatment was strong and could save all people, the strength of the army would fall into a long-term trough. Although the indigenous aliens were united due to the life-and-death crisis, they were not as noble as they could be worshipped. Without the integration and unity of powerful strength, it was almost a foregone conclusion to pull each other's back. More importantly, once the seeds of suspicion and power struggle were planted, no matter what the strength of the allied forces was in unison, they had to beware of the muzzle in the rear at all times, and their strength would not increase but decrease.

However, compared to these distant troubles in the future, the embarrassment in front of us is enough to make people collapse.

"The expeditionary army has 2,400 people, and there are a total of 1,700 people infected with the plague..." Sasarien, as the messenger, almost dared not look up at the prince's eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to say bad news, "And, panic rumors came from the army... said yes..."

"What rumor?" Arthas was obviously prepared in his heart, and could not see his joy or anger, and just asked indifferently.

"They said that this plague cannot be treated with holy light and potions. His Highness... has decided to... execute all sick people to prevent infection."

In fact, what he did not mention is that the army had almost mutiny. If it weren't for the plague and the inability to resist, most of the soldiers would have run away long ago. After all, it is indisputable that the soldiers died in battle, but if they were angry and powerless to die at the hands of their own leaders because of this frustration, they would really die with their eyes open. If they changed to a general, they might not have caused such a big rebound, but Alsace himself had a criminal record of massacre, which was really hard to worry about.

Just when everyone was silent and didn't know what to do, the savior came.

The one who threw a bombshell was a white bearded, round and burly dwarf. He said loudly: "I know the solution to the plague!"

"In the depths of Northrend, there is a divine sword that has been sealed since ancient times, which can control all the dead and eliminate all natural disasters and plagues. It is a magical artifact created by the Dark God 10,000 years ago!"

"What's the name of that sword?" Alsace, who grabbed the straw, raised his head and asked word by word.

Luo Xia, who had poured tea for himself, raised her head unconsciously and gulped while looking at the changes in the camp leisurely.

"The divine sword that controls death and soul - 'Sadness of Frost'," the Bronzebearded Dwarf King stood up and replied in a solemn voice, "Actually, the reason why I came to this land from Iron Fortress was to search for the traces of the legendary divine sword in history. If I guess correctly, the power of the so-called 'Lich King' may not be related to the divine sword that controls death. However... that sword can only be controlled by the living. Once all the undead approach, they will either be destroyed or cannot be independent."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Arthas stood up and turned toward his armor.

"No, we cannot find the magic sword. The clan that sealed it was too powerful back then set a curse. Only the descendants of their bloodlines can truly find the hidden magic weapon," Muladin shook his head. Just as everyone sighed, he showed a strange smile for some reason, "But-"

"But what?" Arthas couldn't help asking.

"According to historical research... the bloodline of that clan has great characteristics, with black hair and black eyes, and his face is very different from ours, which can be seen at a glance." Muladin showed a "simple" smile and continued.

"puff----"

Rorschach, who had been drinking water halfway through, squirted out on the spot.

He immediately was shocked to find that everyone present was looking at him with a strange look, and Alsace's hand had already touched the edge of the warhammer. Obviously, as long as he said the word "no", the prince who was forced to the point of madness by heavy pressure would definitely let him taste what "injured pain" means in advance.

What's going on?

Roxia blinked in a daze and said in a daze.

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(PS:

According to the original plan, it is probably to Arthas establish a "Northende united front for disaster resistance", joining forces with indigenous people such as the Iron Dwarf, Oduin Creation, and prehistoric giants to fight against the Scourge, headed by the Lich King "XXX", to play a plot of love and killing each other.

Of course, the author considers that this plot is too complicated and boring, and the description of the scene of a war of millions of people is too difficult. Now the easy and refreshing path is popular, and it is thankless and I just gave it up.

It seems that some readers are interested. After the new book period, without slowing down the update speed, the author will upload some old manuscripts in the relevant situation.

The next few chapters are the ending stage of "The Frost Throne". The protagonist will embark on the journey of finding the sadness of frost and officially confront the Lich King. As for the decisive battle, it is naturally the story of the future.

The next mission world has been decided...
Chapter completed!