Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!The port on the coast of Tirisfal, preparing to follow Alsace to Northrend. One hundred elites are ready to go. Thassarian followed Alsace. His injury has been fully recovered with the cooperation of the Holy Light and the medicine. Up.

"His Royal Highness, I can take the liberty to ask... Where did you arrange Dr. Matt's daughter?" Sassarian was a little worried about the life of this little girl. Her parents have passed away and there are no other relatives. Up.

"My sister Jia Liya likes this child very much, she said she will take care of little Sally for a while."

Alsace was also a little distressed for the future chief prosecutor. Her childhood could be described as bloody. Fortunately, she did not have the direct impression of her father's death. Alsace just told her that her Father died heroically while fighting the plague in the southern camp.

"But little Sally's body is still a bit weak, I suggest to Jialia, let her take Sally to the monastery for recuperation."

"It's really lucky for Sally to meet you." Sassarian bowed deeply to Arthas, which can be regarded as making up for some of his guilt and regret for Matt.

Arthas waved his hand, "You don't need to be polite, but is your injury healed? Can you fight?"

"I have never felt better," Thassarian said, patting his chest. "I will cut off the demon's head with my own hands and send it to you."

"It's fine for you to say that," Arthas smiled, but immediately said seriously, "but without my order, you can't be impulsive. That demon is not an existence you can resist now."

Thassarian was a little bit lost. He also knew that he was not Mal'Ganis' opponent. The prince was thinking about his own life, but he still couldn't wait to slash the demon and use his head to pay tribute to his dead colleagues.

"Don't be so disappointed, hone yourselves. One day, you can kill stronger demons with your own hands." Arthas patted Thassarian on the shoulder, encouraging him, "Major, now call to our soldiers. Get on the boat, ready to go."

"Yes, my lord."

After Thassarian turned and left, Arthas stood on the bridge, observing the weather at sea, until a strange and magnetic voice sounded behind him.

"His Royal Highness, are you really planning to go to that frozen continent?"

"I thought you wouldn't come," Arthas turned around, looking at the middle-aged man wrapped in the large cloak without surprise.

He was leaning on an inconspicuous-looking solid wood staff, with a crow with wings folded at the end of the rod, and the crow's eyes were shining with arcane light.

"Atiyesh, shouldn't it be in Dalaran's hands?" Arthas raised his eyebrows and asked about the origin of the staff.

"I can be regarded as its original owner. Although it no longer belongs to me, it is not troublesome for me to use it." The mysterious man said calmly, "You are completely different from your father."

"Then you must have been to Thrall and Antonidas. I guess Antonidas, like my father, thinks you are a crazy liar."

"Maybe you are more suitable to be this prophet than I am," the mysterious man was noncommittal, he paused lightly with his staff, "and you are also the one who knows the harm of the Burning Legion best among these people."

"Okay, Medivh, I'm not here to listen to your prophecies that fooled the bronze dragon, what on earth did you come to me for?" Arthas interrupted the mysterious man—that is, Medivh.

"It's not surprising that you are still alive." Medivh, the former guardian who is believed to be dead, now looks like an ordinary middle-aged male, standing alive in front of Arthas.

"Of course I am not surprised, but I am just an accident. Why, as the guardian, you are just a kind reminder instead of joining the ranks of fighting the Burning Legion." Alsace's question became sharp.

Medivh didn't get angry when he heard the prince's questioning, his tone was just a little helpless.

"The guardian is dead, and has perished with a part of the evil souls of the fallen Titan, and now there is only a mage named Medivh standing here.

And I owe my mother too much, so I dare not fight the Burning Legion with my life that she tried her best to save me.

But I did something wrong, I must do something to save my beloved world-I want to inform you and prepare you.

However, even if the power of all life is added together, it is so small when facing the Burning Legion.

Arthas, you will be a legendary hero, but will you be our hope against the Burning Legion?"

Medivh's voice was getting farther and farther away, and when Arthas looked at him again, the guardian had disappeared, and he changed into a black crow standing on the mast of the flagship.Le Book Bar www.leshuoba.com

"The Burning Legion will still come back, and soon, go to Kalimdor, where they will be the target of their attack." The crow uttered a word.

After all, the crow fluttered its wings and flew toward the sky. Arthas did not try to keep him, but watched him fly away quietly.

For the appearance of Medivh, Arthas was not surprised. He was just wondering that Medivh, who had the ability to predict, didn't tell the kings about the specific disasters, but instead used very general explanations to persuade the high level of the Eastern Kingdom.

This made most people regard him as a liar, including the wizards of Dalaran, but the people of Dalaran probably did not want to believe that the dead Medivh was resurrected.

After thinking about it, he can only get one answer, that is, the bronze dragon-these paranoid guardians insist on following the so-called "history", and Medivh is also jealous of them, and in desperation can only follow the "history" "Come on.

Watching the long river of time, the high guardian of time stared at the world indifferently; but Arthas was not sure whether Medivh had discovered that the bronze dragon seemed to be unable to affect this timeline.

As for other things that should be blamed on Medivh, Alsace didn't say much, because it was not Medivh's original intention.The "good" belonging to the Guardian and the "evil" of the fallen Titan's soul began to clash from the moment Medivh was born.

In the end, evil took the upper hand, using the power of good to bring disaster to Azeroth, and Medivh just watched helplessly as the fallen Titan borrowed the power of the Guardian to make waves.

As Medivh said, the battle between good and evil had disappeared when he died on the tower of Karazhan, and he is now just a common mage called Medivh.

However, Alsace did not agree with Medivh's approach, but he would not add any more judgments. Medivh's matter is not the most important right now.

"Notify everyone and prepare to set sail."

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A few days later, in Northrend Dagger Bay, Lordaeron’s outpost fortress, Arthas landed there with his soldiers.

This is a dangerous bay in Howling Fjord, but the water is deep enough to build a port for sea ships, and at the bottom of the fjord, the power of the Lich King will hardly be able to detect this.

In the fortress of Dagger Bay, Arthas met another acquaintance-Brian Bronzebeard.

"Brian? Why are you here?" Alsace suddenly had an ominous premonition when he saw this adventurous dwarf.

"Aha! I tried to go deep into the storm cliff with my expeditions some time ago, but before they went far inside, they were driven out by the harsh weather and fierce ancestorsaurus."

"Then we met trolls again, so many trolls! They chased all the way, and we flee all the way..."

Brian vividly described his wonderful experience during the adventure, and Arthas made him stop for a while, "so why are you in Howling Fjord?"

The dwarf adventurer paused and smiled awkwardly, "Your soldiers rescued us from the hunt of those trolls, and we stayed here afterwards."

"Your fate is really big. The Frost Troll in the north is a tyrant in Northrend. It's already good luck if you provoke them to survive." Arthas tried to educate Brian so that he would not always Do something dangerous.

The old dwarf was not ashamed but proud, "Hey, adventure, I wouldn't know where the beast was eaten by the beast without a bit of luck."

Come on, this guy is helpless, you are not a monster, who is?

"By the way, Alsace, what are you doing in Northrend?" Brian pointed to the entire fortress. "When I knew there was a human fortress, I was shocked."

"Hunt and kill a dangerous demon. He is one of the people behind the plague of Lordaeron."

"Devil?! You said that I'm not sleepy anymore!" Brian's eyes stared like copper bells, "What demon? Imp, Voidwalker, or Succubus? No, no, you're talking about the man behind the scenes, sure. Not these ordinary goods."

"It's a Nathrezim."

"Nasrezim? What is that stuff-whatever it is, it must be a rare species, right? Can you take me with you, don't worry, I won't make a mess, although it's not as good as my two brothers , But my shotgun is not vegetarian either!"

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