For a group of devout and fanatical believers, nothing can make them feel more excited, thrilled and satisfied than witnessing the arrival of gods and listening to their teachings.
Even if this god brought news that couldn't be any worse.
However, Lanny and other high-ranking priests did not announce the news of Zuo Si's arrival to the public. They simply elevated the status of the young man he possessed and told all believers that this was the one chosen by God and represented the will of God.
Although the other pastors and believers did not quite understand what was going on, they did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, they were all very happy.
After all, this so-called Church of the God of Contract was established not long ago.
Moreover, most people are willing to join out of gratitude for saving their lives, or for revenge against the Curse Cult and the undead creatures they control. Their minds and ideas are relatively simple, without too many intrigues or thoughts of fighting for power.
But it is hard to say what it will become as it continues to grow and develop.
You have to know that in the face of huge interests and power, it is difficult for ordinary people to remain true to themselves and not be tempted for a long time.
Of course, in Zuo Si's eyes, it doesn't matter what the church eventually becomes.
Anyway, this is just a tool for him to enter Azeroth. If it rots, he can just throw it away.
As the team set out again, Arthas got closer and closer to Stratholme, the crossroads that would determine his fate.
Although the wheat fields on both sides of the road have turned golden, it is about to enter the most important harvest season of the year.
But no one felt happy or joyful.
Because of the influence of the undead scourge and the plague, many villages suffered heavy casualties, and only half or even fewer of the lucky ones received treatment and survived.
Some villages were completely wiped out and not a single living person could be seen.
It can be predicted that even if the wheat ears in the fields are ripe, there may not be enough people to harvest, dry, thresh and grind them, and many crops will even rot in the fields.
It is obvious that the Lich King and his cursed sect have indeed achieved quite good results in slaughtering civilians and reducing the population.
According to conservative estimates, at least 500,000 rural residents were completely transformed into undead creatures as a result of this round of plague.
Because the villages of the Kingdom of Lordaeron lacked medical and garrison forces, they could not withstand the doomsday scene of the plague and the siege of the undead army. Basically, wherever the plague spread, a large number of people would die.
Compared to the well-known "Stratholme Massacre", in fact, these neglected farmers are the most miserable.
No wonder Arthas was so angry, extreme, and even completely irrational when facing the dreadlord Mal'Ganis. He was easily provoked and did such a cruel thing as speed-killing the city.
Anyone who witnesses his once prosperous country being ruined like this, with thousands of people being slaughtered and even their bodies being desecrated, will inevitably become crazy and desire revenge.
Not to mention that he has a strong sense of responsibility and mission in his heart, believing that the king and the crown prince have a natural obligation to protect their people from foreign enemies.
Zuo Si ordered some of the church members to stay behind to harvest the ownerless farmland and store food in preparation for the upcoming boat trip south.
When they arrived at the outskirts of Stratholme, the originally huge military church was reduced to only about 120 priests and 3,000 militiamen who had received simple training and had fairly good weapons and equipment.
Although these people cannot be compared with the Royal Guard of Lordaeron, their combat effectiveness is quite impressive due to their religious fanaticism.
At least in the prince's eyes, they are qualified to be used as a reserve force.
Arthas had obviously accumulated a lot of experience in fighting the undead, and he immediately signaled his adjutant to build a solid military camp so that the soldiers would have a place to eat and sleep in peace no matter what they encountered.
At the same time, make sure you don't get stabbed by an enemy that suddenly pops up.
Obviously, at this moment he has become a qualified, even excellent commander.
Just as the soldiers and church members began to cut down trees and dismantle old houses to build a military camp, the sound of horse hooves and slight vibrations came from afar.
About a few minutes later, everyone followed the direction of the horse's hoof sounds and saw a group of elite cavalry wearing silver-white armor.
Needless to say, in the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron, the only cavalry that can possess such luxurious equipment and well-trained cavalry is the famous Knights of the Silver Hand.
After some repairs, Uther the Lightbringer finally arrived with his men.
He immediately dismounted from his horse and walked straight towards the prince who looked cold.
"I'm glad you were able to catch up, Uther."
Arthas greeted in a tone devoid of emotion.
"Please be mindful of your attitude. Although you are a prince, I am still your mentor."
Uther obviously noticed the dissatisfaction and contempt in the other party's eyes and tone, and his expression instantly became serious.
He obviously didn't like the prince's current attitude and the pair of crazy eyes.
Arthas sneered and retorted: "Ah, I have not forgotten this even if you don't remind me. Let's save these meaningless pretenses. We have more important things to do. Listen, Uther, now let me tell you the details of the Cult of the Damned and the Scourge."
As he spoke, the prince climbed up a small hill outside the city, intending to use the height advantage to climb over the city wall and check the situation inside the city.
Since he had been suddenly attacked by villagers who had turned into undead every time he entered a village or town before, he had to be extra cautious.
After all, Stratholme is not a small city. The number of residents in it is more than ten times the number of troops.
If they were all transformed into zombies and ghouls, we would be wiped out if we entered rashly, and there would be no room for negotiation.
Just when Arthas was feeling uneasy and hoping that he was not too late, he suddenly saw civilians coming and going on the streets and a peaceful and tranquil scene.
moment!
He finally let go of his worries and even had the illusion that he had finally been redeemed.
When Uther saw this scene, his originally tense face gradually relaxed a lot.
Because the paladin knew that the prince's impatience, anger, and hatred were all due to excessive concern for the safety of the people.
Small mistakes like this one made with good intentions can undoubtedly be forgiven and pardoned.
As a result, the two of them quickly put aside their previous minor unpleasantness and began to exchange information about the curse sect and the magical plague.
Jaina let out a long sigh, sat beside them and watched the master and disciple reconcile, then dozed off on a stone in the distance with a tired look on her face.
In order to calm Arthas' emotions and prevent him from completely losing control, she basically didn't get a good night's sleep along the way.
Not only did she often go to the prince late at night to provide him with a channel to vent his anger, but she also had to find ways to comfort him when he was angry.
Plus, mages aren't known for their physical strength, so they were almost reaching their limit.
To be fair, everything Jaina did for Arthas along the way can definitely be described as a "model girlfriend" and a "good wife and mother".
They even tolerated the latter's rude behavior when angry and a lot of extreme remarks.
You have to know that she is not an ordinary civilian, but the princess of Kul Tiras, who has been spoiled and pampered since childhood.
It is considered quite educated for a woman like this not to lose her temper on her own initiative, not to mention tolerating others losing their temper with her, even if the other person is the crown prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
So Jaina's love for Arthas is beyond doubt.
Only such a strong and sincere feeling could make someone like her who is so proud at heart humble herself and cater to the other party.
It's a pity that the two were destined not to be together.
From the moment Arthas was targeted by the first Lich King, Ner'zhul, his tragic fate was doomed.
Zuo Si had no intention of interfering in this matter.
Because he knew that this was an important node in the timeline that the Bronze Dragon Legion was paying attention to.
Once a problem occurs, a Bronze will immediately appear to correct the so-called "mistake".
Before the arrival of the real body, a head-on collision with these guardian dragons that wield the power of time is not a wise choice.
So Zuo Si simply handed a cup of tea mixed with goldenthorn and tranquilizing flower to Jaina.
The latter suddenly woke up after smelling the scent, and quickly rubbed his face, which looked a little dull, and took the teacup with both hands, forcing a smile: "Thank you. This is exactly what I need.
I've noticed that you guys seem to be pretty good at discovering and using various herbs.
Not only can you concoct magical potions with completely different effects that have never been seen before, but you can also make functional drinks with effects such as refreshing, removing fatigue, and speeding up the recovery of life and mana.
Is this also the knowledge imparted by the God of Contract?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "That's right. If you like, I can make a recipe list later. This way, even after returning to Dalaran, you can still drink your favorite Golden Thorn Concentration Tea."
"Give me the formula? Are you sure? You know, these things are very valuable in Dalaran.
I think any mage would be more than happy to pay the high price to obtain them.
Moreover, they can submit a patent protection application to the Kirin Tor Council, and then exclusively produce and sell it, making huge profits by using the intellectual monopoly for a few years."
As she spoke, Jaina's eyes sparkled with intense curiosity.
Because so far, the performance of this church, which was established by Zuo Si's fraud, is too perfect.
Whether it was treating civilians infected by the plague at all costs and never charging any fees, or sharing his exclusive knowledge and technology without reservation, he seemed so pure and kind, without a single stain or flaw from beginning to end.
“No, that’s not necessary.
God loves the world, so he teaches us to help each other and learn to share.
If there are hungry people who need food, provide them with food;
If there are cold people who need clothes, provide them with clothes.
By the same token, when someone needs these recipes, we are happy to make them public and share them with everyone.
Only in this way can the world's suffering be reduced and become a better place.
Moreover, money can’t bring true happiness and joy, nor can it bring true friendship, family affection, and love.”
Zuo Si obviously understood Jaina's current psychological state and her mental and ideological defects very well, and easily won her great favor.
To be precise, this "Daughter of the Sea" was quite naive in both politics and stance before she turned evil, and her head was full of unrealistic idealism.
For example, he tried to keep peace forever between the Horde and the Alliance, who had a blood feud, and he even sold his biological father, Alliance Navy Marshal Daelin, to Thrall for this purpose.
For example, he tried many times to use his personal friendship with the Horde Chieftain Thrall to mediate the conflicts and contradictions between the two major camps, but ended up making himself unpopular both internally and externally, and even a large number of opponents appeared within Theramore.
So what is the most attractive thing to a naive idealist? The answer is very simple.
They are another group of idealists who have lofty ideals and great beliefs and are incompatible with the cruel reality.
"Reduce suffering and make the world a better place? You and your God are truly admirable. If you need my help in the future, please let me know. I swear I will never refuse as long as I am able."
Jaina made her promise solemnly.
She had no idea of the sinister and cunning plot behind this.
After all, if you want to transport a large population from Lordaeron in the north to Stranglethorn Vale in the south, the first thing you need to solve is the problem of ships and safety along the way.
And who in the entire Alliance has more ships and a stronger navy than Kul Tiras? At least before Jaina put on the good show of fatherly love and filial piety, she only needed a letter to ask the huge fleet led by Daelin for a little help.
Just as Zuo Si was pretending to express his gratitude, the aroma of baking wheat suddenly wafted from the city of Stratholme in the distance.
It is not difficult to judge from the smoke constantly coming out of the chimneys of several large bakeries that bakers are baking and providing daily staples for the residents of the city.
moment!
Arthas, who was still talking to Uther in the last second, was horrified in the next second.
"Oops! We're too late! Those... those breads were baked from grains contaminated by the plague! Now all of Stratholme is filled with infected citizens!
Look, they are just coughing slightly, and they will become undead soon."
"Damn it! How could this happen?" Jaina stood up suddenly, her face suddenly turning extremely pale and bloodless. "I remember Archmage Anthony said that this terrible plague should be caused by psychic magic, so as long as we can crack the mystery, we can create an antidote to save everyone."
"It takes time to create an antidote using magic! But we don't have time!"
As he spoke, Arthas turned around and cast his gaze towards the priests such as Zuo Si and Lanny.
"I need your help! More than ever!"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. We are too few in number to save all the residents of Stratholme. We may not even be able to save half or one-third of them."
Lanny covered his face in pain.
At this moment he finally understood why the god he believed in required all believers to sail out to the sea and settle in the Stranglethorn Vale in the south.
In the face of an epidemic of this magnitude, even if the pastors in the church collectively overdraw their budgets, it would be a drop in the bucket.
The prince was obviously not surprised by this answer. He subconsciously clenched the hammer in his hand and responded in a cold tone: "I know. Save as many as you can, and I will take care of the rest."
"What do you want?"
As the closest couple, Jaina obviously knew Arthas best among all the people present, so she immediately noticed something was wrong.
"It's simple! I want to purify Stratholme. Rather than watching countless civilians turn into undead, I'd rather end their lives with my own hands."
Arthas had no intention of disguising himself and stated his intentions directly.
"What? Are you crazy?"
Uther's eyes widened, totally unable to believe that these words came from the mouth of a paladin who swore to protect the weak and uphold justice and fairness.
Jaina also advised, "Don't be impulsive! There must be many people in Stratholme who have not been infected by the plague. You can't just kill them like livestock because you are afraid of the spread of the plague."
"No!
This is not an impulsive decision, but a conclusion I reached after careful consideration.
If this is not done, those who are infected with the plague and do not receive treatment will become undead and will kill the rest of the people.
And those who were killed will stand up again and become terrible enemies.
Even those who were rescued would be attacked and suffer heavy casualties.
Only by following my method can we ensure that as many residents as possible survive.
Think about it, if those residents knew that they would become undead and attack and harm everything they loved in life, what ending would they choose?
Should I calmly accept this ending full of pain and despair, or die with dignity as a mentally sound person? If it were you, what would you choose? "
Arthas made his point in a way that was almost a roar.
He didn't realize that when faced with this typical trolley problem, from the moment he made the choice, he had fallen into the trap set by the Lord of Dread.
In other words, from the very beginning, the Lich King has been forcing him to make difficult choices, breaking his psychological and moral bottom line again and again.
After each choice, Arthas would slide significantly towards the evil camp.
The Stratholme massacre was the most important step in crossing the line between good and evil.
From here on, there was no turning back.
“I would definitely choose the latter.
But the problem is that no one has the right to make choices for the residents of the city.
And if you can only save a small number of people, how do you decide who dies and who lives? Can you make it fair? Can you make sure that everyone accepts the result? No, you can't.
We are like prisoners in a cage, and whatever we do is wrong.”
As she spoke the last few words, Jaina showed a look of frustration and sadness.
The smarter a person is, the more powerless he will feel at such times, because he knows the outcome but can't change anything.
But Arthas could no longer care about that, and said firmly: "Since you can't do it, let me do it! We must not let the undead escape Stratholme and continue to spread the plague throughout the kingdom. That will only lead to more deaths."
Jaina finally tried to persuade her prince to give up his crazy idea of massacre.
But before she could finish her words, Al As interrupted impatiently, "There is no extra time! The lives of those infected residents may only be a few hours or even minutes.
Once the transformation begins, the entire city will turn into a purgatory.
At that time, those who could have been saved would be killed in the chaos.
难道你忘记在壁炉谷发生的事情了吗？
如果没有从天而降的神迹，结果将会是灾难性的。”
乌瑟尔在沉默了足有两三分钟之后也忍不住开口反驳道：“你怎么会产生这样的念头？太疯狂了！肯定还有其他的解决方案。”
“不！没有了！任何迟疑跟优柔寡断都会导致更加严重的后果。乌瑟尔，我以未来国王的身份命令你清理这座城市！”
阿尔萨斯如同着魔了一样开始大吼大叫。
他完全不理解如此一目了然的事情，眼前这两个人怎么就是不明白呢？
明明自己做法能够拯救更多人，也能可以让陷入动荡跟混乱的王国重归平静。
至于那些即将遭到屠戮的斯坦索姆居民，只是在不得已之下做出的必要牺牲。
相信在得知真相之后，他们也会理解其中的苦衷。
“你还不是我的国王。更何况就算是，我也不会遵从这样的命令。”
乌瑟尔毫不犹豫选择了拒绝。
伴随着这句话脱口而出，场面立马陷入了一片沉默。
那凝重的氛围让空气都变得凝固起来。
平民出身、从未见过这种场面的兰尼不停吞咽口水以缓解内心之中的紧张。
唯有左思仍旧保持着淡然的样子，就仿佛在看过场动画一样欣赏眼前这幅名场面。
尤其是在近距离感受过阿尔萨斯的心理历程之后，他非常能理解艾泽拉斯第一孝子为何会做出这样的选择。
事实上换成现代社会的大多人，如果不是提前知晓剧情，估计也会跟阿尔萨斯做出差不多一样的选择。
恐惧魔王玛尔加尼斯充分利用了人性中的善良、责任、愤怒和仇恨，一点一点将洛丹伦王子逼上为其安排好的命运。
最终，在争吵中已经失去理智的阿尔阿斯宣布乌瑟尔叛国，直接导致了自己众叛亲离。
不光乌瑟尔和吉安娜选择转身离开，就连他麾下骑士、士兵也觉得屠杀斯坦索姆这个命令太过离谱，纷纷选择弃王子而去。
注视着成百上千渐渐远去的背影，阿尔萨斯感觉自己的心就像是被一柄利剑刺穿了一样痛苦、绝望。
没有什么比自认为做了正确的决定而不被亲近的人理解令人沮丧、充满挫败感。
但很快，他就发现左思的教会竟然一个人也没走，而是无一例外的选择留下。
这一点让阿尔萨斯原本如同死灰的心又燃起了希望的火光，转过身询问道：“你们为什么没有走？像这种屠城的命令应该不符合你们的信仰才对。”
“不，您误会了，王子殿下。
我们留下来并不是为了参与屠城，而是为了尽可能拯救更多斯坦索姆居民的生命。
我们可不会为了一点意见上的分歧就放弃自己的责任。
更不会在有能力的情况下坐视一个个鲜活的生命死去。
所以请您和您手下的士兵尽可能把那些还有救的人送出来吧，我们会负责剩下的部分。”
说罢，左思单手抚胸向这位尚未完全被黑暗所吞噬的王子鞠了一躬。
尽管对于斯坦索姆屠城的争议有很多，其中既有技术层面的也有道德层面的。
但不可否认的是，阿尔萨斯是唯一一个愿意在这种时候牺牲个人名誉，站出来勇敢承担责任与骂名的人。
要知道他可是王储，原本没必要冒这样的风险，完全可以把难题丢给乌瑟尔处理，让自己宛如白莲花一样纯洁无瑕。
所以无论结果如何，光凭这份承担责任的勇气就值得敬佩。
至少比那些出了事情第一时间总是想要隐瞒、谎报、推卸责任的家伙强百倍。
“哈哈哈哈！”
阿尔萨斯听到这番话立刻捂着眼睛发出了一阵大笑，在笑声中依稀可以看到眼角有些湿润。
不过很快他就控制住了有点失控的情绪，深吸了一口气说道：“谢谢，感谢你和你们的神没有在这种时候抛弃我。我在此发誓，等自己有朝一日成为国王，一定会支持你们取代圣光教会成为洛丹伦唯一合法的信仰。”
“您太客气了，这是我们应该做的。”
说罢，左思给身边的兰尼使了个颜色。
后者心领神会，立刻开始指挥牧师和随行的信徒们搭建简易床铺、调制草药、使用神术制造圣水……
甚至还用木头栅栏做了个隔离墙，防止某些重病感染者死亡后尸体迅速亡灵化伤害到其他人。
阿尔萨斯见状，也下令士兵们每人携带一份圣水防止被瘟疫感染，随后便浩浩荡荡从正门进入了城市内部。
没过一会儿功夫，惊恐不已的居民便源源不断从里边逃出来，其中有些身上还带着血迹，年轻普遍都在四十岁以下、六岁以上，并且症状并不是很严重。
因为只有这些人在服用草药和圣水后被治愈的可能性才更高。
至于那些年龄太大、太小和病重的，不用问也知道肯定被毫不留情的杀死了。
王子彻底抛弃道德与法律，用最极致的功利主义对整个斯坦索姆的居民进行筛选。
几乎与此同时，他还与恐惧魔王玛尔加尼斯展开了一场血腥残忍的竞赛。
一时之间，杀戮、死亡和救赎开始在这座城市中上演。
当亡灵们发现城外郊区的营地内有大量感染瘟疫的居民正在得到妥善救治，一部分甚至迅速恢复健康之后，立刻向这里发起了攻击。
数以万计的食尸鬼、僵尸和骷髅如同潮水般涌了过来。
由于大部分的士兵都已经被阿尔萨斯带进入城内，因此教会这边只能硬着头皮让民兵先顶上去，依托之前建立起来的防御工事层层阻击。
差不多三分之一的牧师甚至停止了制作草药和圣水的工作，转而与民兵一起并肩作战确保脆弱的防线不会崩溃。
从斯坦索姆逃出来的难民也有不少拿起武器加入其中。
他们不是傻瓜，当然知道如果防线被突破那么等待自己及其家人的下场就只有一个。
这个时候还不拼命什么时候拼命？ “长矛手准备！刺！”
“该死！我们的弓弩没有箭矢了！”
“那就用石块砸！”
“顶住！不要害怕！这些亡灵除了数量多之外根本没什么大不了的。想想身后的家人，我们已经无路可退。”
“我跟你们拼了！杀！！！！”
……
伴随着声嘶力竭的怒吼跟咆哮，所有人都爆发出了前所未有的力量。
此时此刻，城外的战况激烈程度丝毫不比城内差多少，甚至有过之而无不及。
“伟……伟大的神！我们现在要怎么办？”
兰尼只感觉口干舌燥、心跳加速，完全不知道该干些什么。
如果不是沿途吸纳了一些商人、乡绅和贵族，这会儿估计早就已经乱成一团了，哪里还能组织的起什么防守。
眼下正是他们承担起了组织调度的工作。
左思不动声色的回应道：“别紧张，我们现在防守的相当不错。
只要安排好轮流休息，撑上一段时间应该问题不大。
而且随着时间的推移，越来越多感染瘟疫的人会康复成为生力军。
等阿尔萨斯王子击败敌人的首领，我们这边的危机自然也就解除了。”
就在两人说话的功夫，一名站在瞭望塔上的民兵突然惊慌失措的大叫道：“不好了！亡灵似乎带来了攻城器械！还有……还有好几个由扭曲尸体缝合而成的巨大怪物！”
“什么？它们还准备了攻城武器！”
“完蛋了！以这种木墙根本挡不住投石器。别说投石器了，就连床弩也能将它刺穿。”
“怎么办？难道要杀出去吗？”
“别开玩笑了！会死的！”
就在无数人被亡灵大军新式武器吓到的时候，左思已经凭借魔法漂浮起来，顺着瞭望手面朝的方向果然看到了一排正在前进中的绞肉车，上边密密麻麻装满了血肉模糊的尸体。
与游戏中仅仅是作为一种远距离攻城武器不同，它在现实中的作用要大得多。
不仅可以投射石块对城墙造成破坏，还能丢带有瘟疫的尸体，亦或是加持通灵魔法使其在落地之后砰的一声炸开。
凡是被尸爆炸死的人，尸体都会在极短时间内变成亡灵。
除了绞肉车，体型庞大的憎恶也是相当可怕的敌人，仅凭自身重量就能直接撞翻木墙冲进来大杀特杀。
以民兵的水平，估计就算死上几十个、上百个，都不一定能干掉一个憎恶。
最重要的是，在这些精英单位的背后跟着一名艾泽拉斯版本的巫妖。
“呵呵，这是发现营地内能治愈瘟疫所以倾巢而出想要消灭威胁吗？看来耐奥祖也没有想象中那么蠢，知道什么东西对自己的威胁最大……”
话音未落，左思便抬起手通过咒语引导圣光能量。
During the days on the road, he had learned from Lanny how to use holy light energy and had practiced it repeatedly, so he was not at all unfamiliar with how to use it.
After all, undead creatures are the main enemies at this stage, and holy light can restrain them, so naturally we have to master it first.
Relying on his powerful talent, Zuo Si instantly shaped the huge amount of holy light energy he released into the shape of a golden arrow, and then suddenly pointed it forward.
The next second...
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The overwhelming rain of energy arrows covered the place where the lich was. The violent explosion and dazzling light produced when hitting the target even turned everything in front of him white.
Any undead creature that is exposed to the radiation will immediately have more or less burn marks on its body surface.
The weaker skeletons fell down in large numbers.
When everything calmed down, the meat grinder that was originally coming towards them with great momentum had all turned into fragments that could not be recycled or reused.
Almost half of the abominations were shattered into pools of bloody, foul-smelling flesh.
Such a terrifying spell effect not only caused the survivors to burst into thunderous cheers after a brief silence, but also caused the overwhelming undead attack to slow down.
Just when everyone thought that with such a guardian god in charge, no matter how many undead there were, they would not be able to attack, the biting cold suddenly broke out without warning, with Zuo Si as the center.
Bang!!!!!!!!!!!
A crystal clear prismatic ice column suddenly appeared out of nowhere and shattered in less than a second, forming a huge killing radius.
One of the pieces directly cut through the wooden stakes supporting the watchtower like a sharp blade, causing the entire tower to tilt sideways and almost hitting the militia below.
There are also smaller pieces of ice that, after flying for a distance, will either cut or freeze the unlucky people they are hit by.
Fortunately, there are enough priests, and there will be no danger to life after a simple treatment.
As for Zuo Si, who was at the center of the explosion, he was not hurt at all.
All the ice blades were blocked by the scorching hot ring of flames surrounding him and evaporated instantly before they got close to him.
There is no doubt that the frost magic just now was the iconic [Frost Nova] of the Lich of Azeroth.
After confirming the existence of a lich, Zuo Si had been on guard against the opponent's frost magic, and therefore made adequate preparations in advance.
After all, this temporary container is not as good as his own body, and must be used with care, otherwise a small injury may cause it to be broken in a moment.
"First the Holy Light Magic! Then the Fire Magic? Who the hell are you?"
With a low and hoarse voice, the lich finally emerged from its invisible state and appeared in an open space more than thirty meters away.
When the Holy Light Arrows bombarded him just now, he sensed the danger in advance and secretly used invisibility magic to hide, intending to kill this human who was suspected to be a senior priest through a sneak attack.
But no one expected that the other party could not only use such a powerful holy light spell, but was also very proficient in fire magic.
Especially the ring of fire, which looks very similar to the lava armor, but is much more powerful.
Normally, a young genius like this should have already become famous in the magical city of Dalaran and even the entire human world.
Unfortunately, Zuo Si obviously had no intention of talking, and his two hands instantly emitted dazzling orange-red flames and a heat wave.
Pyroblast?! As a high-level mage from Dalaran, the lich could obviously sense the power of the spell from the fluctuations of magic power, and immediately wanted to interrupt the opponent's spellcasting.
But unfortunately he was too slow.
In other words, Zuo Si's casting speed was too fast, so fast that it was far beyond the comprehension of most magic users in this world.
In just two seconds, he completed the fire magic that would take others at least four seconds to complete.
Before the lich could react, a super fireball with a radius of two meters was thrown out.
"No!!!!!!"
The lich instantly cast a protective fire barrier on himself and dodged to the side as much as possible to reduce possible damage and impact.
Just half a second later, the super fireball exploded on his body.
Boom!!! The violent explosion and flames directly enveloped the area within a radius of more than ten meters.
The horrifically high temperature even caused the stones and soil on the ground to show slight signs of melting.
But the lich is still a lich. Even though half of its body was almost burned into black carbonization, it is still alive.
Needless to say, the protective flame barrier must have played a key role.
The severely injured lich didn't hesitate at all and directly released the Death Contract to the abomination not far away.
moment!
The death energy that supported this behemoth was completely taken away and injected into the lich's broken body, repairing the damaged parts. After just two seconds, it was back to normal.
However, even though he had recovered, he was obviously wary of this young man who suddenly appeared. He did not dare to attack him actively. Instead, he stared at him with two cold lights in his eyes and observed him carefully, trying to find the opponent's flaws.
As soon as Zuo Si made a move to cast a spell, the Lich would instantly teleport away for a distance, or summon undead cannon fodder to stand in front of him. In any case, he would not fight you head-on, but instead delay and consume your energy.
Zuo Si obviously had no better solution for this despicable tactic.
Because the magical energy that his container can control is very limited, it is impossible for it to consume it endlessly.
So after trying several rounds of attacks without any effect, they simply stopped casting spells and just stared at each other, no one daring to act rashly.
(End of this chapter)