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Dalaran

Jaina thought quickly, there should be a way to save all this. Antonidas personally rummaged through some of the things Kel'Thuzad left in front of her. The archives were in a mess.

"Teacher, how much longer will it take?"

"Wait a moment, Jaina. As long as it is magic, there must be another kind of magic that can compete with it." The Archmage said what he just said again. Jaina believes in the judgment of her mentor, but to solve the problem, she must understand the root of the problem.

, but since Kel'Thuzad was driven out of Farah, most of everything he had left behind had been destroyed, including information and some experimental data, and the rest was buried deep in the archives.

"Teacher, I have a question." Jaina looked at Antonidas's back with confusion. The archmage messed up a bookshelf and came to a new bookshelf.

"Don't worry, we will definitely be in time." Antonidas knew what she wanted to ask and simply replied. But Gianna shook her head.

"No. I want to ask, are those who turned into undead creatures really dead?"

Antonidas turned around and looked at Jaina in confusion. How could she ask such a simple question?

"Of course, because it is no longer organs that support their survival, but magic. Their heartbeats have stopped, and their bodies will begin to decay over time."

"If that's the case, can we do it?" The color on the female mage's face began to slowly fade, as if Antonidas' answer had dealt a heavy blow to her and taken away all her hope.

"What can be done?"

"Save them! Turn them into living people and bring the dead back to life."

Hearing her words, Antonidas also stopped. He threw it away, and the book in his hand was brought back to its original position on the bookshelf by a ball of purple energy. Jaina was right, and even him suddenly

Beginning to doubt this. Finding a way to suppress the plague can only stop the spread of the plague, but it cannot make the victims of the plague-including those who are transformed and those who are transforming-turn back to their original appearance. Antonidas will not doubt it

What I just said is that all life will move towards the end of death, but it is absolutely against the laws of nature to resurrect the dead into the living.

There was silence between the mentor and the apprentice, and they both had the same answer in their hearts: They can't do it! Magic can't do it! Even the Holy Light can't do it!

This is really bad!

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The sky in Hearthglen was overcast, and sporadic light rain flowed down Nathanos's hand onto his sword, creating a bright white streak on the blood-stained blade, as eye-catching as a tear trail.

The weather and fatigue made his vision blurry. Nathanos didn't know how long he could fight. He had already had corpses stacked at the city gate. Now all the remaining defenders of Hearthglen, including the injured soldiers, were assembled.

By his side, only children and women were left behind them. However, the number of enemies was still more than ten times their number.

Today's sacrifice deeply stimulated him. Nathanos had never fought such a difficult battle before. He cared more about Alsace than the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves.

Did he really abandon this place? Abandoned everyone here?

"His Royal Highness is not coming, is he?"

This voice shocked him who was immersed in thinking. He hurriedly looked for the owner of the voice, only to find that the other person was beside him. It was a young man, not yet an adult, but he looked unkempt and covered in blood.

He looked like a veteran.

More people focused their attention on Nathanos because of this issue. He closed his eyes. No matter what questions, accusations, or even attacks he faced next, he was not going to resist. These soldiers had the ability to vent their anger.

power.

"Thank you, Lord Nathanos!"

He opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar face again, and the other person showed a smile.

"Thank you for staying here and fighting alongside us. You are exactly the same as the former Lord Fordring. My name is Erigor, and I am honored to stand beside you."

Nathanos was stunned for a moment, then replied with a wry smile: "Thank you, Erigor."

"They're here again!"

A soldier shouted, the undead launched an unknown number of waves of offensive, it is impossible to count. But every time, Nathanos regarded it as the last wave before death, and also took the lead in the charge, killing the first one.

Entering the enemy army, he slashed, blocked, and dodged wildly. The undead were not afraid of death, and he was the same now, because at this moment, his consciousness had become a little numb, and he only thought about one thing, kill him

These ugly monsters. Death has been left behind by him.

"Holy Light! For Lordaeron! For the King!"

A passionate war cry sounded. Nathanos's heart was shaken. He suddenly recovered from the passion for killing and left in search of the sound.

"It's reinforcements, it's the Knights of the Silver Hand!"

The soldiers cheered in the hope of survival, and so did Nathanos. Until then, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained. He wanted to rest and leave the rest to Uther.

Uther brought the backbone of the Knights. They were energetic and battle-hardened. They were not afraid of the undead army. Now the zombies fell faster, and every wave of attacks was carried out with the fierce frenzy of war hammers, swords and the iron hooves of war horses.

Disintegrated in the fire. The last undead soul was burned by the holy light, staggered for a few steps like a headless fly and fell down.

Uther hurriedly dismounted and ran to Nathanos who was collapsed on the ground. With trembling hands, he took out a water bag and brought it to his mouth. After several failed attempts to call out, Uther raised his head and ordered: "

Clean the battlefield immediately and deal with the wounded. Everyone is stationed in Hearthglen!"

Nathanos was placed on the stretcher, and Uther lifted one end alone, while two soldiers were responsible for the other end. Looking around at the sea of ​​bones and remains, he couldn't believe that this was still Hearthglen, once occupied by Tilly.

Hearthglen under the leadership of Ao. The ground was almost completely covered with blood. The blood gathered in one place and flowed down the slope like a river. What frightened him the most was the wall of bones stacked at the gate of Hearthglen. This must be Na

Thanos paid attention and used this method to protect the incompetent people in the city. The soldiers of the Knights used a lot of force to collapse it, still chanting the Holy Light silently in their hearts.

"It's okay, Nathanos. Everything will be fine."

The battle is over?

Nathanos seemed to hear Uther's voice in his sleep. He opened his eyes, only to find that he was standing on the street, in a city in flames. Screams and swords cutting flesh and blood came from all directions.

the sound of.

This isn't Hearthglen. Where is this?

Nathanos looked around in panic, familiar yet unfamiliar. Not far in front of him, the door of a house was kicked open from the inside out. A man in armor pulled a woman's hair and roughly

He dragged her out. The woman wailed, begging the guy to let her go. But the other guy didn't. He just pulled the woman in front of him and raised the sword in his hand.

"Stop!" Nathanos' eyes widened and he rushed forward, thinking how could it be possible. He saw that the man's blood-stained armor actually had the blue mark of Lordaeron printed on it - it belonged to Lordaeron.

Soldier! Why would he do such a thing?

The soldier didn't seem to hear his voice, and the weapon still slashed at the woman's head. Nathanos rushed over in desperation, but watched helplessly as he passed through the soldier's body, and then the woman let out a miserable cry.

Yelling, the world fell into deathly silence. Nathanos opened his eyes wide and didn't understand why. He didn't smell the crackle of fire burning wood and the smell of smoke - was this a dream? How could it be so real.

Nathanos looked around and finally spotted a figure standing on a high tower. His face was obscured by the smoke, and he looked so different. The outline of the weapon in his hand looked like a war hammer, and the cloak behind him was fluttering.

Nathanos wanted to see who this guy was, and the black smoke surrounding this guy dispersed automatically as if he understood his desire.

At that moment, Nathanos suffocated!

"No!"

"Lord Nathanos! Lord Nathanos! Calm down, calm down! It's okay, it's okay."

Erigor grabbed Nathanos's arm and gradually calmed him down.

"You were just having a nightmare, my lord."

Yes, this is all a dream, but...

"Where's Uther? Where's Arthas?" Nathanos raised his head and asked immediately. He wanted to prove that he was wrong and that what he saw was false.

Eligor's expression froze, and then he replied with a dull smile: "They are all fine. It was Lord Uther who saved us."

"You are lying, tell me where Arthas is? I want to see him!"

"You can't go!" Eligor stopped Nathanos who was about to get out of bed. His face gradually became ugly, and he did not dare to look directly into Nathanos' eyes.

"answer me!"

"He's gone!" Eligor replied anxiously. Although Uther warned him not to report any news to Nathanos, he couldn't do it. Sooner or later, everyone would know about it.

Nathanos stopped breathing in surprise.

'What does he mean? Arthas is gone! Where has he gone?'

Erigor seemed to know what Nathanos was going to ask next, so he continued: "His Royal Highness has gone... to Northrend."

Northrend! Nathanos didn't dare to think about his ears. He suddenly grabbed Erigor and asked through gritted teeth: "Northrend? Are you kidding me?"

"This is true, this happened three days ago, but you..."

Three days ago! Nathanos was stunned.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"One... one week!"

A week! How is this possible? Seven full days have passed since the Battle of Hearthglen ended?

"What is going on?" Nathanos asked in confusion. He was scared. Something terrible must have happened this week to make him so frightened. It was probably related to the dream. "Why Al

Thass is going to Northrend, and he left three days ago? What is he going to do?"

"he……"

"That's enough, Erigor." Uther came in and stopped the young paladin. "You go out, and I will explain to Nathanos next."

Erigor nodded, looked at Uther and then left. He walked quickly, feeling relieved.
To be continued...