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"The situation is not good." Illidan began to worry. He had not panic for a long time, but now he couldn't help it. Nathanos has completely disappeared. The effect of evil energy is not great. Illidan has tried 65 times, and he dared not increase his strength. He was afraid that doing so might hurt Nathanos, but there was no other way.

"What else can I do now?" The night elf sat next to Nathanos, quite depressed. He could only wait, waiting for Nathanos to wake up. "You'd better wake up quickly, otherwise my plan will be in vain."

...

The chicken legs are soft and crispy, and the meat has the taste of chili. It should be sprinkled with Quelsalas wine, which is oily but not greasy, and the taste is great! This is my mother's skill, and Nathanos never thought he could have such a delicious food. Aurelia put a glass of excellent Silver Moon City fruit wine on the left.

"Thank you!" Nathanos took it and drank it all, the taste was exactly the same as in his memory, or even better. Human beings seemed to have forgotten everything Aurelia did to him, he forgot that she had abandoned him at the place where he had eaten. He could not remember everything Aurelia did, he only remembered the first memory between the two - their vows.

‘Don’t leave me, Aurelia. No matter what happens, no matter what, don’t leave me.’

‘I will never, Nathanos. I will never!’

Everything went back to the past. The only thing that Nathanos couldn't accept was his cousin Stephen. He grew a lot taller, probably much more mature. He was wearing a pair of silver-white armor with the logo of Lordaeron on it. His sword was brand new, and he wore the rank of the guardian knight on his left shoulder. This was already a very high rank. Nathanos was surprised. He remembered that Stephen's dream was to become a knight and have his own castle. It seemed that he had realized his dream.

While Nathanos was observing Stephen, he found that the other people's eyes were focused on him, even when they were eating. They smiled, but there was a little stiffness in their sincerity, which made people feel uncomfortable. Secondly, there was something strange, that was the order of seats, why did he sit in the place where his father would sit on his usual day, and his father himself sat on his right hand, as if the owner of Marys Farm is now him rather than his father. To put it more bluntly, they now look like a master-servant relationship, he is the master, and others, including Aurelia, are servants.

"Why are you all looking at me?" Nathanos couldn't help asking.

"Because you are a hero, my lover." Aurelia's gentle voice echoed throughout the room. She held Nathanos's hand, and her sweet smile swept away human doubts.

Many people have commented on him like this, but it always sounds strange, Nathanos nodded slightly.

"I didn't do anything."

"No, my dear. It is an indelible achievement to seize Arthas. The whole of Lordaeron and Quelcelas are praising you."

What! Nathanos could not condense these two words into words, but his expression had already spoken for him.

"In Stantam, Lord Uther is judging Arthas, and I heard that King Terenas is going."

It was crazy! Nathanos put down his food and rushed out the house desperately. No one stopped him, and even seemed to have everything between him and the door been moved away. He pushed open the door with the greatest strength. He was about to look at the door of Stantamme in the distance, but the first glance he saw outside was not the blue sky and white clouds, nor the woods and grasslands, but the white brick walls, and the various flags of the sky. There were also the cathedral, the crowd gathering outside the cathedral, the Silver Hand Knights who maintained order, and the people who were judged by Aurelia.

Although he buried his head and hid his face under the long grey hair like a waterfall, Nathanos knew who he was without any identification.

"Alsace!"

The owner of the name was tied up and was scolded by the people. He knelt down to face his father, Terenas Minaihil, Alsace's mother and his sister Galia stood on the left and right sides of the king. In addition, there were many big names Nathanos knew, such as the sea general Dalyn Prodmore, the prince of Quelthalas, and Anthonydas, the leader of Dalaran and his apprentice Jaina. These people were there? Some people were still alive, just like him.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Nathanos shook his head, scolding himself for having such thoughts, which is of course worthy of happiness. They are all alive, nothing more worthy of happiness than this one.

"We gather here! Just to make justice manifest!"

The passionate voice forced Nathanos to look up at each other. It was Uther, the messenger of light, and he was there too!

"Under the great Kingdom of Lordaeron, evil was brewing inadvertently, and it attempted to take away hope, kill life, and destroy civilization." The speech of the messenger of the Light made the onlookers feel excited, and countless shouts made Nathanos feel uncomfortable. The sound was noisy, but it was vaguely recognizable. They demanded the trial of Alsace who had fallen to the ground.

"Blessed by the Holy Light, when the wave of death swept across Lordaeron, Lordaeron's hero led the way to stop the coming of destruction. He successfully defeated the evil and captured the person who brought disaster alive." Uther stared at the back of Arthas' head. In his eyes, Nathanos saw no disappointment or annoyance, only hatred. The Paladin seemed to have forgotten that the fallen prince was his apprentice, or that he was unwilling to admit this, which would shame his reputation. But for any reason, Nathanos was unwilling to believe that he knew Uther, and the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hands was by no means a person who shied away responsibility, nor was he ruthless. He should not even appear here, judge Althanos here, he should stay in the church, recite the prayer silently, and pray for the redemption of Arthas' soul.

This Uther is not the Uther in Nathanos' memory.

Nathanos wanted to walk forward, and he was walking through the crowd, and when he approached the judgement table, someone spoke again, but not a living person, but a dead person.

"I did nothing wrong." Arthas raised his head and roared, his face paled with the sunlight. His appearance made Nathanos heartbroken, as if he saw himself. "I smashed the Curse Sect, I defeated Marganis, I destroyed the Scourge... "

"Enough! Do you think you've done a glorious job?" The voice was Muladin Bronzebeard. King Magni's brother should have been missing long ago. "Look at what you have become! I'll tell you to stay away from that sword, but what about you!"

"That's our only hope, the hope of defeating Marganis."

"At the cost of your soul?" Uther asked.

This question stunned Nathanos, and Fairwood's experience flashed back to his mind. After Illidan defeated Tikdios, his brother Malfurio had asked him this way.

"I...I am still me!" Arthas shouted this sentence with all his strength, "I am still Arthas, Frost's sad whisper attempts to control me, but I defeated him. I am not a monster, I still have my own sanity!"

The prince's struggle touched Nathanos. He hated Arthas from the bottom of his heart, because he slaughtered Stantholm, because he killed his father, because he destroyed his kingdom, he invaded Quelthalas, he killed him, and turned him into a deformed creature. The prince's crimes are numerous, but...

...But now nothing happened. Lordaeron is still there, Terenas is still alive, Uther is still alive, Stantome is as prosperous as before... Everyone is there, the kingdom is not eroded by the undead, pure as before. Only Alsace has changed, but his appearance has changed, his heart is still there, he has not become a butcher.

"Don't say it again!" The five authoritative words interrupted Arthas's defense. The cruel thing was that his father, King Terenas, was speaking.

Nathanos wanted to know what he would do with Alsace, but he appeared here and sat upright on the judges table seemed to have shown his attitude.

"Come on, Sir Uther."

There was no blame, no scolding, just a simple order to the judge. So cruel, Nathanos could almost feel the pain of Arthas, which was also his pain, and the people they cared about... no longer cared about them.

"The Holy Light will make those who fall into darkness come back." After Uther said this, several burly paladins began to approach Arthas. Nathanos knew that they would call the Holy Light to come to the prince, but unlike the Paladin's promotion ceremony, this time the Holy Light will tear Arthas apart.

The ceremony reached its climax with the people's shouts, and no matter how hard Arthas struggled, it could not dim the holy light on his head. He began to be manic and started to shout, but to no avail.

"I don't!"
Chapter completed!