Chapter 870： Stratholme's decision before

The crisp female voice chanted mysterious spells, the dark clouds in the sky began to gather, the howling cold wind passed by, and the goose-feather-like snow fell from the sky. When the snowflakes fell halfway, they condensed into bright and sharp roots. The triangular ice cone, like a meteor falling from the sky, smashed towards the rushing natural disaster undead.

The cone of ice, sharper than a steel knife, broke the bones of the skeleton, pierced the zombie’s head, penetrated the thick skin of hatred, and tore the outer shell of the crypt demon...

Hundreds of natural disaster undead fell under Jaina Proudmoore's blizzard.

"Cool..."

There was a round of admiration in the theater, followed by enthusiastic applause. Firstly, the special effects of the blizzard were so admirable, and secondly, this heavy epic film really couldn't find much to inspire enthusiasm.

The female mage, who had been throwing fireballs before, showed her great strength at the critical moment.

After the blizzard, Jaina summoned three powerful water elements one after another, and sent them to the side of Arthas, which was blocking the entrance of the barracks, to assist him in resisting the attack of the undead of natural disasters.

The Holy Light is the nemesis of the undead. Although it has severely shaken the belief in the Holy Light, at this time, Alsace has a new understanding of power in his mind. He vaguely feels that as long as he can defeat the enemy's power, that is that he should pursue the power of.

The undead are boundless and seem to have no end. Although Arthas was full of anger, he did not become a fool. He temporarily withdrew from the battle and found Jaina who was recovering mana.

"Jaina, you must get out of here."

He waved his hand to stop what the female mage was about to say, "You have the ability to teleport. Leave here and ask Uther for help. I want to wipe out all these undead."

Jaina also understood that this was not an emotional matter, and after she told Arthas to pay attention to safety, she teleported and left here. Go to the Knights of the Silver Hand for help.

This is one of the food distribution centers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. It is a key defense area. The barracks have complete defensive measures. Arthas led the remaining army to withstand waves of attacks by the undead of natural disasters. After more than half a day In the battle, he found that the fighting power of these undead seemed not as powerful as imagined.

Now he has no time and space to think. Although the anger that is full of anger has not completely dazzled his head, it has also affected him, otherwise he would be able to see it. The attack of the undead is simply invisible.

On the high ground in the distance, the former Dalaran and the member of the court mage Kel'Thuzad were standing on it, observing the situation of the barracks and the target.

"My master, the young lion has entered the trap." He seemed to mutter to himself, and he seemed to say something to the inexplicable existence, "I will bring him into the woven net."

Kel'Thuzad left the high ground and walked towards the barracks.

"For Lordaeron!"

This is Alsace's obsession, he kept chanting slogans to inspire the morale of his men.

Repelled another wave of attacks from the undead of natural disasters. Arthas suddenly noticed that a human mage had come to the front, and the other side seemed to be familiar.

"Kel'Thuzad?" He asked tentatively after identifying it carefully.

"It's been a long time, Your Royal Highness." The other party performed a strange mage ceremony.

"It's you? Are you planning all this behind your back?" The young prince was furious. Shaking and pointing at Kel'Thuzad with the warhammer, "Also, where's the grain here? Did you take any action on the grain?"

"Yes, I have a deadly plague on the food here. The food has been transported to Stratholme." Kel'Thuzad was honest and terrible, "Also, I am not the master behind the scenes..."

"Who is the lord?" Arthas interrupted him. "where is he?"

Unexpectedly, Kel'Thuzad actually answered his words, "Dreadlord Merganis, he will be waiting for you in Stratholme."

"You will pay for your actions!"

Thinking of the dead Darion Mograine, thinking of the people of Lordaeron who became undead, thinking of the land polluted by the plague, the angry prince could no longer suppress his desire for revenge. Hope, he was the first to rush out In the barracks, more soldiers rushed out with him.

"Maybe the Holy Light will have mercy on you, but I won't have pity on you!" Arthas roared.

A battle was unfolded between Alsace and Kel'Thuzad. The Holy Light was the nemesis of the undead, and Kel'Thuzad had a short time to practice undead spells. It seemed that he was not Alsace’s opponent, and it hardly took much effort. The young prince killed the necromancer.

Without the control of the Necromancer, the remaining natural disaster undead became more bloodthirsty and violent. In the face of their siege, the warriors around Arthas continued to fall and transformed into new natural disaster undead, and the remaining humans were at risk.

Thus, a scene that all epic war films would use happened.

At the very moment, Uther and Jaina led the Knights of the Silver Hand and the elite cavalry troops of the kingdom to arrive in time to wipe out this natural disaster.

"Jaina, Uther, you are here at the right time."

As soon as the battle was over, Alsace found the two men, "Now is not the time to rest, we must continue to pursue, and we must not allow the plague-contaminated grain to reach Stratholme."

Uther rarely rejected Alsace's opinion, and proposed to temporarily hand over the elite cavalry of the Knights of the Silver Hand to Arthas so that he could pursue the food convoy as soon as possible.

But Arthas already had a prejudice against the Knights of the Silver Hand. He actually knew that the Knights of the Silver Hand were loyal to the Holy Light first, and then loyal to the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Therefore, as a prince, he enlisted others. The elite troops of, set off first, and agreed with Uther and Jaina to meet under Stratholme.

The hooves of running horses resounded in the theater, even if they were not book fans and game fans, they knew what was about to happen.

Irene sat on the seat, her hands crossed together, silent and a little anxious.

Emil has now let go of all his dissatisfaction with the movie. In his eyes, this is an extremely successful adaptation. What will happen next is a scene that will make him love-hate.

"The film is deeper than we thought."

Perhaps it was an occupational disease. Kenneth Turan unconsciously said these words to Todd McCarthy, "Ryan guaranteed the commercial elements of the film, making the film easy to understand; Natalie Portman for the film Brings a rare ideology in Ryan's commercial films, and Alsace's mental journey is worth pondering."

"It's true." Todd McCarthy nodded in agreement, "Although there are still the most important passages that have not been staged, this film is comparable to the "Lord of the Rings" series."

Time, nowadays, nothing is more precious than time. Arthas and his army ran wildly, but Kel'Thuzad led the natural disaster undead to stop him for no reason, except to lure him into the big trap of Stratholme, to stop him. He pursued the convoy carrying food.

After chasing down to Stratholme, Alsace did not catch up with the convoy carrying food. He stationed under the army and sent people into Stratholme to investigate. The bad news soon came. The food was not only transported into Stratholme, Also distributed to the hands of the citizens!

Hearing the news from the sentinel, Arthas looked at the city in the distance and couldn't speak. Pain, regret, and anger appeared on his face until finally he turned pale!

Under the gloomy sky, the prince’s blond hair fluttered with the wind, and the eyes that represented wisdom and aura had lost its brilliance. Even though there was no expression on his pale face, the audience clearly felt his painful inner world...

He once vowed to protect this land, but now he is powerless.

"Let's go, Arthas, get out of here!"

Perhaps it was Ryan's gloomy eyes that hurt the sensitive hearts of the audience. Suddenly a young woman's voice rang in the theater, "Let's go! Get out of here quickly! Never come to Stratholme!"

"Go, go quickly!"

One after another, there were voices sounding again, and the voices became louder and louder, "Let's go! Leave!"

The chaotic voice even affected the VIP seats in the front row. Ryan and others unconsciously looked back. This flesh and blood prince obviously moved these audiences. They didn't want to see him go into the abyss...

"Will it affect the box office?" Taylor asked worriedly.

Ryan is also a little worried. He knows the audience’s fragile psychological bottom line. From the perspective of the audience’s emotions, the audience’s reputation is definitely not a problem, but the reputation cannot be completely equated with the box office. The dark ending may affect the audience’s Want to buy tickets. Hope.

The audience also understands that the film will not be changed according to their wishes. They just want to vent their suppressed emotions, and the mixed voices gradually dissipated...

"This is the most successful character that Ryan has portrayed in recent years."

Kenneth Turan was a little bit sighed in his words, "If it wasn't for the subject matter of the film, I think he could use this role to hit the best actor Oscar again."

"You should understand." Todd McCarthy shook his head. "His mind is not on Oscar at all."

The sky became darker and darker, and the light completely disappeared Alsace stood on the high ground in front of Stratholme for a long time without a word. Any decision made at this time was for the young prince. It is difficult, painful and even unbearable.

But he is the heir of this kingdom. He wants to protect his people and land. He is the hope of the people and the leader of the future. He must make a decision!

Yes, whether it is identity or character, sense of mission, or vengeance, it is impossible for Alsace to leave.

"Father, what should I do?"

The prince no longer asked about the light he once believed in. The light cannot solve Stratholme’s problem. "Tell me, what should I do?"

No one can answer him, and only he can bear this burden.

When the messy horse hooves sounded, Arthas turned and left here, no longer going to see Stratholme, he had already made a decision! (To be continued...)

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