Chapter 345: A powder keg about to explode

Chapter 345 The Powder Keg About to Detonate

Prince Alsace is very talented as a paladin. Under Uther's careful teaching, he has already entered the hero rank at the age of 24.

It is a pity that in front of Kel'Thuzad, who has already broken through the epic, his various attacks are difficult to achieve results. He was played by Kel'Thuzad from the beginning to the end. This "culprit" still does not forget to avoid the prince's attack while talking challenge him.

"What's the matter, Your Highness, is the Holy Light that Lord Uther bestowed on you so weak?"

"The blow just now was not bad, but it's a pity that your holy light can't save your own people. Sooner or later, the whole of Lordaeron will become the kingdom of the dead."

Arthas continued to swing the light-enveloping warhammer furiously. He blasted a walking corpse driven by Kel'Thuzad with one blow, and dark red blood sprayed his face.

"Shut up monster! The holy light will give me infinite power to defeat you!"

"Oh, really? I don't know what effect your holy light has played in front of me? Except for knocking on these irrational corpses, I didn't see any trace of holy light descending on me. Are you not pious enough? ?Hahaha!"

The furious Alsace's subordinates gradually lost their composure. At this time, Krasus, who had been on the sidelines, finally drew out his staff and sent an arcane barrage at Kel'Thuzad.

"Your provocation ends here. Although I don't know why the once taciturn Kel'Thuzad became like this, but according to the order of Speaker Antonidas, I must clean up your scourge for Dalaran."

Although the protective magic on the outer layer of Kel'Thuzad's body blocked Krasus's magic attack, the impact of the energy collision between the two sides made the face of the psychic master change.

"What a powerful magic power. It seems that we have underestimated you. You have been hiding your strength in the parliament for many years."

"There is no need to talk nonsense, today is the time for your death!"

Krasus lowered his face and waved his staff to launch multiple arcane missiles. When Kel'Thuzad frantically countered, he condensed five Pyroblasts again and fired them at him almost simultaneously.

With the help of Krasus, a demigod-level dragon with hidden strength, Arthas vented his anger and finally hit the chest of Kel'Thuzad, who had no defensive spells, and the psychic master was immediately blown away. Hit a dilapidated wall behind.

"Ouch... cough cough!"

Kel'Thuzad, who was coughing up blood, didn't have any sense of fear of imminent death. He vomited blood and let out a gloomy laugh, "Hmph... well done, Prince Arthas, but unfortunately this is just the beginning, my death Nothing can be changed at all, Andorhal is not the source of the plague, cough cough..."

"What!"

Alsace, who was enjoying the pleasure of revenge, changed his face when he heard the other party's words. He strode up to Kel'Thuzad, grabbed him and asked, "Could it be that you cultists spread the plague-containing food in other places?" ?!"

"Ahem... Feel free to worry, I believe you will become one of us sooner or later..."

Before he finished speaking, Kel'Thuzad tilted his neck and swallowed his last breath.

"Damn it!"

Arthas threw Kel'Thuzad's body away with all his strength, and Uther's usual education on etiquette and paladin virtues had long been forgotten by him.

Just as Krasus was about to persuade the prince to calm down, the sudden powerful aura around him made him instinctively alert.

"Your Highness, please be careful! There are powerful enemies coming!"

Following Krasus' reminder, the sound of a bat's flapping wings suddenly entered the ears of the two, and at the same time a mocking laugh followed.

"Hehe, mere mortals can actually detect my existence. Let me give you a word of appreciation, little mage."

Arthas clenched his warhammer and stared at the tall figure that gradually gathered in front of him. After the opponent fully appeared, he and Krasus were shocked at the same time.

"What kind of monster are you!?"

At this time, standing in front of Alsace was a strange creature with broad fleshy wings and two thick and long curved horns on its head. The sharp claws and recurved hooves made Alsace feel very unfamiliar. He had never seen such a strange creature.

On the contrary, Krasus' face changed in shock, and he suddenly took two steps back, showing that he was ready to attack at any time.

‘Dread Demon King! Sure enough, as Charlemagne said, has the Burning Legion set their sights on Azeroth again? '

The change in Krasus' expression aroused the interest of the dreadlord, and he gave the archmage a meaningful look with a treacherous smile.

‘A very interesting guy, the current target is not him, but he can be used a little bit...’

Thinking of this, the Dread Demon King said with a deep smile, "Hmph! Just like what Kel'Thuzad said, all this is just the beginning. Look, poor prince."

While being wary of the weird creature in front of him, Alsace glanced cautiously at the direction the other party was pointing at. There was a grain box scattered on the ground. The green grain spilled out of it made him have a bad feeling, and The familiar coat of arms made him feel like a splitting headache.

"This is the coat of arms of the Rialdale family! Could it be that Baron Rivendell betrayed Lordaeron?"

The dreaded demon king on the opposite side showed a mocking smile, "The truth is up to you to find out, my name is Malganis, young prince, if you want to solve this plague, you can find me at the source, I Will be waiting for your arrival."

Before leaving, Mal'Ganis frowned, looked at Krasus's vigilant eyes and said, "By the way, your companion is quite interesting, although I don't know why he hides his strength, but it seems that there is a relationship between you." Some little secrets."

"Squeak!"

Accompanied by the chirping of bats, Mal'Ganis had disappeared from the eyes of the two, but the words he left just now made the prince, who was now dazzled by anger, question Krasus angrily.

The conflict between the two big men caused the soldiers in the rear, who could only watch the show, to look at each other. Farric, the prince's guard captain, hurried forward to stop the fierce words of the two, mainly Alsace.

However, the signs of disagreement had already been detonated at this time, even if Uther came later to mediate, it was useless. On the way to Stratholme, the prince was like a ignited powder keg, which might detonate at any time.

At this time, Charlemagne, who was in the town of Far Travel, had also received the information from the secret passage, and he sighed deeply after seeing the news of Andorhal's destruction.

"Terenas, your various tricks are the most direct cause of the destruction of Lordaeron..."