Uther approached his student and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm surprised you could hold on calmly for so long, young man." His voice was enthusiastic and proud, with a smile on his lips. Nathanos had to admit that in terms of disguise, Erigor was simply overwhelmed by Uther.

Dumped a lot.

"That was a week ago. I want to know what happened next?"

"Later... a lot of things did happen. Just as Eligor said, Arthas went to Northrend."

"Three days ago?" Nathanos confirmed again. The paladin in front of him nodded. He seemed to have aged many years.

"How did he..." Nathanos felt that his head was about to be overwhelmed by questions. He asked in a different way: "How could he leave in such a hurry? Northrend is not Gilneas, nor is it Stormwind City! Then

It’s the continent on the other side of the sea, a land of ice and snow. Even if an expedition team wants to go there, it will take a month to prepare!”

"Yes, but he only took five or six ships and hundreds of soldiers there."

"You didn't stop him?"

"I can't do it anymore."

Uther told Nathanos everything that had happened in Stratholme, including his removal from office by Arthas and Arthas' final decision.

Nathanos shook his head desperately when he heard these words. He rejected these messages, but they occupied his mind instead. "The whole city!" Nathanos's voice trembled when he said these three words, and a tear fell from his eyes.

His eyes dripped down, "The whole city!!! This is impossible..., he won't..." Suddenly he felt that the world around him was spinning, and then he fell down weakly. There was darkness in front of him, and many voices sounded, as if

He returned to that dream again. The prince standing on the tower was so cruel and ruthless. At this moment, Uther said exactly the same thing as what he saw. He could no longer tell whether this was a dream or reality!
Chapter completed!