Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The league then received information from an unknown source.

The death knight Arthas headed to the Hillsbrad Hills in the south with a conspiracy, intending to completely cut off the path of human reinforcements.

Although I don’t know where this news came from, it still attracted the attention of Kaliya and others.

They immediately confirmed the authenticity of the news.

"I'm going to stop him!"

Eventually, Mograine spoke up and requested the mission.

As a paladin, he has high mobility and also has strong strength protection.

Kallia can't leave here, Kael'thas doesn't want to leave, and Lord Falstad's aerial team can't leave either.

In the end, everyone agreed to Mograine's request and asked him to rush to the Hillsbrad Hills to stop Arthas' move.

Mograine took a group of his subordinates and left under the cover of night.

This paladin, who was full of justice in his heart, had long been extremely angry and eager to punish Arthas.

Last night, his departure midway led to Uther's death, which has always made Mograine heartbroken.

[Your sister doesn’t want to face you, so let me clear the door for her! 】

Mograine vowed to make this death knight pay the price for tarnishing the honor of Lordaeron's royal family.

But his speed is still too late...

Alsace, who arrived in the Hillsbrad Hills earlier than him, had already started spreading the plague from the west. By the time it was getting dark, his plague had already spread to most of the villages.

Mograine also arrived at this time. When he arrived, Arthas was in Tarren Mill below Alterac.

On the main road, thousands of human zombies with ulcerated skin and pus were wandering densely - they were brought from various villages in the west.

When Mograine saw this scene, his whole body exploded.

"Alsace!!"

His roar spread throughout Tarren Mill, attracting the attention of Arthas who had not finished his work inside.

He rode out on his mangled horse.

"It's been a long time no see. Lord Mograine."

The pupils in his eyes were covered by blue light, and Arthas greeted Mograine expressionlessly.

He didn't let the paladin see the fear in his heart.

Frostmourne trembles.It clearly feels threatened by the Ashbringer.

Arthas and Frostmourne are far from Mograine's opponents now.

But, they also have a hidden partner...

"Alsace, you! What did you do?"

Mograine pointed at the wandering zombies and asked with a trembling face.

The faces of these zombies still retain the fear before them, but their skin is ulcerated and their flesh and blood keeps falling to the ground.

The air was filled with a foul stench.

"Oh, you mean them?"

Arthas turned around and looked at the wandering zombies, and then said indifferently: "They were originally going to be my people, but now they just changed their country."

If there was a nationality in this world, Alsace would probably have another way of saying it - 'I changed their nationality for them'.

"This is an eternal kingdom. Lord Mograine. Do you want to come?"

Arthas smiled and extended the invitation.

"Daydreaming!"

Mograine spat: "Even if I were a ghost, I would not enter your damn kingdom."

He raised the Ashbringer, and the angry holy light burned: "Arthas, you father-killer and teacher-killer, accept the sanction of the holy light!"

The Paladin led his subordinates and began to attack.

This too strong power made Alsace's expression change.

"Stop him!"

He shouted, and the thousands of zombies immediately swarmed up and stood between the two.

But how can these bastards be Mograine's opponents?

Ashbringer waved.Without even a single swing, dozens of zombies were reduced to ashes.

This was the first time Arthas had seen such a powerful weapon.

[Damn, they are really designed to restrain us! 】

He thought this way, and then took advantage of the short period of time that Mograine was delayed, and immediately rushed back to the small town of Tarren Mill to continue spreading the sudden plague.

The soldiers in the town were already dead, so his plan went very smoothly.

Many humans think that they will be fine if they stay inside the house, but Alsace likes the wails from a closed room the most...

There is nothing more despairing than seeing family members turned into zombies - those people will also become members of the undead in despair.

"Ha ha..."

Full of dark pleasure, he was having a great time.

"I discovered something interesting."

The ice on Alsace's chest suddenly said.

This attracted the Death Knight's attention.

"what's up?"

he asked.

"It's almost daybreak. We might be able to kill that paladin with a little plot."

Darkan replied in a low voice.

Arthas remembered the last time he killed Uther.

"What do you think..."

He followed Darkan's plan with peace of mind.

This death knight hid, and with the help of Darkan's power, he completely covered up his aura.

After a while, Mograine led his paladins into the town.

Tarren Mill, which was once lively, is still lively now - wails of death and zombies roam the town.

"Go and see if there are any survivors!"

Mograine squeezed the Ashbringer tightly and then ordered.

"My lord. Hall of Alsace...he is missing!"

A paladin came back to report.

Mograine gritted his teeth.

【Did you run away? 】

He thought this, and then ordered the knights to clean up the zombies and save the refugees.

The sun rises from one end of the mountain forest...

Suddenly, King Mograine rushed over with a dark aura.

"what!"

Mograine swung his sword and split the thing into two pieces. Only then did he realize that it was a hellhound.

Before he could feel at ease, murderous intent came from behind again.

"Damn!"

Mograine swung his sword and planned to chop it in two.

However, his pupils shrank.The attack was finally stopped.

What appeared to him turned out to be a paladin he had always believed in!

The Ashbringer drew aside the Paladin's sword.Then he knocked him off his horse.

When the paladin fell from his horse, Mograine noticed the confused eyes...

【Controlled? 】

He almost left to react.

"You can't escape!"

Arthas's voice sounded from beside him, and Mograine broke into a cold sweat.

But he still has time.

He turned around suddenly, and huge flames exploded in front of his eyes.

Those pairs of sunshine, and a concentrated similar spell...

Mograine narrowed his eyes reflexively and hesitated for a second.

In this second, Frostmourne penetrated his body...

"roll!"

Mograine raised his foot and kicked it away, kicking Arthas away along with Frostmourne. The Ashbringer's burning holy light quickly recovered from his injuries.

But it didn't work-

This is a fatal injury, even for Mograine.Can't resist either.

"Lord Mograine!!"

The paladin who fell to the ground ran over in a hurry.

"Hurry up and stop him!"

All the paladins roared and surrounded Arthas.

"Lord Mograine. Please leave quickly..."

These people did not know that Mograine was fatally injured, and were eager to let him leave to recover.

Mograine opened his mouth.

[No, I can’t tell them...]

His heart suddenly trembled.

[No one can protect the Ashbringer from leaving! 】

"Block him...block him..."

Mograine vomited blood while gritting his teeth and galloping.

He wants to take the Ashbringer away from this place while he still has the strength...

My eyes are blurry, my head is swaying... my heart is beating a little bit lower...

[Am I going to die like this? 】

Mograine felt the warmth coming from the sword in his hand.Recalling the first time I met Kaliya.

That Holy Light...that little girl...

His only disciple...

Mograine fell to the ground, as if his internal organs were about to fall out, but he still heard a cry of fear in his ears.

who is it...

Mograine lay on his back and tried his best to open his eyes. In his hazy vision, a little girl stood there...

"Ow—"

The little red dragon wearing a bell flew eagerly beside the girl.

"Bell...dang..."

He almost moaned the name.

As if I had found support in my heart, the powerful holy light suddenly burst out...

It's a bell, it's a bell...

Heaven will not destroy him, Heaven will not destroy the silver hand!

Mograine struggled to raise the sword and held it in front of the little girl.

"Run... take it... to find..."

"try to find..."

His mouth was open.But he still didn't have the strength to say the last few words.

The air gathered in his throat, but always flowed out of his chest...

——If you want to save the world, you must take the sword from the knight and send it to its true owner. ——

——Who is its real owner——

——It will tell you——

——It will take you forward to find your savior...your queen...——

The sound of wind spreads through the eardrum...

Tiny hands hold the Ashbringer...

I don't know when the little girl stopped crying in fear.

"I know."

A trembling and childish voice reached Mograine's ears.

"Its owner is Her Highness Kaliya..."

This seemingly inevitable answer brought a smile to Mograine's face.

He let go.The holy light on my body slowly extinguished...

With the Holy Sword in hand and faith in the heart, the inheritance of Holy Light can eventually be passed on to the next generation.

The pace of history never stops, but another story has changed.

This man who was betrayed by his biological son in his original destiny, caused the Ashbringer to fall, and lost his belief in justice...is the ending better now?

Maybe someone can give the answer...

"The ending you have is the ending I long for..."

The man sighed softly while witnessing everything.

Everyone is pursuing, but some people are pursuing eternity, some are pursuing power... and some people are pursuing freedom from fate...

Whether he is a mortal or a demigod... (To be continued