Listening to the bells coming from outside the palace and the countless cheers from the people, the elderly King Terenas, who was sitting on the throne, finally showed a faint smile on his tense face.
Because he knew that his efforts to create the image of a triumphant hero for his son had finally paid off.
Except for those citizens who survived the massacre and the refugees who left the East Wilder area to settle in the Stranglethorn Vale in the south, the entire Lordaeron has basically forgotten what Arthas did in Stratholme.
After all, Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest, the most central and prosperous areas of the kingdom, are too far away from the northern territory.
In addition, King Terenas blocked the news immediately after learning about the Stratholme tragedy, so most ordinary people have never even heard of it.
And those nobles who got the inside information did not dare to offend the current king and the future king easily, so they chose to keep their mouths shut and wait and see what would happen.
In the end, a massacre and death involving tens of thousands of people was covered up.
This was another factor that led King Terenas to ignore and even encourage large-scale migration from the East Wilderness to the south.
He wishes that anyone who remembered this incident would disappear from their country.
In this way, the Crown Prince will continue to gain the support and love of the people, and in the future he will ascend the throne in a heroic manner to rule this most powerful human country.
It can be said that Terenas went to great lengths to whitewash Arthas.
They even lied with their eyes open, ignoring the hundreds of thousands or even millions of undead creatures hiding deep in the mountains and forests, as well as large tracts of land that had withered, died, and died under the influence of the plague.
He announced to the outside world that his son had defeated the leader of the Scourge in Northrend in the far north, and that the remaining enemies no longer posed any threat.
In addition, the old king also specially transferred the Lightbringer Uther and the Knights of the Silver Hand led by him from the royal capital and sent them to garrison in Andorhal.
Avoid these stubborn and single-minded paladins from suddenly jumping out and saying inappropriate words on such an important occasion.
In short, he gave all his love, care and expectations to his only son, not realizing that this specially prepared celebration would soon turn into a terrible massacre.
Soon, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching from afar, the door of the throne hall that had been closed was banged open.
Arthas, wearing a black velvet-like cloak, walked in from outside with his two trusted confidants.
When King Terenas saw this scene, he immediately stood up from the throne excitedly.
The prince, who had become a Death Knight, drew out the bone-chilling Frostmourne, prodded his sword to the ground, knelt on one knee in front of the surrounding guards and envoys, and saluted his father, the king.
Although the whole set of movements made people feel a little bit uncomfortable because they were too fast, his etiquette and posture were impeccable.
"My son, I knew you would return with victory and glory."
The old king opened his arms and spoke to the prince who was kneeling a few steps in front of him with a tone of pride and honor.
After all, when Arthas left the capital of Lordaeron, he was still a young man without much experience and just starting out.
But now, almost half a year has passed, and this child who knew nothing at the beginning has experienced more than one fierce battle with the Undead Scourge.
He even started a killing spree with the terrible dreadlord in Stratholme, and finally sailed across the sea with an army of less than 3,000 people to the extremely harsh and cold environment of Northrend to kill Mal'Ganis, the culprit of the undead plague.
Apart from the highly controversial Stratholme massacre, the Crown Prince's performance was perfect from every angle, even far exceeding everyone's expectations.
In comparison, even Varian Wrynn, who led the people of Stormwind Kingdom back to their homeland to build their homes at a young age, seems much inferior.
After all, Varian Wrynn was still taking refuge in the Kingdom of Lordaeron at this age. He never had a head-on fight with the brutal orcs from beginning to end. It was not until the end of the Second War that he truly assumed the responsibility of being a king.
But what about Alsace?
At such a young age, he has demonstrated unparalleled courage, responsibility and decisiveness.
In particular, the rapidly growing personal strength made King Terenas vaguely see the shadows of human heroes such as Anduin Lothar and Turalyon.
Even in the eyes of King Terenas, his son was destined to surpass these heroes and become the undisputed leader of all mankind and even the Alliance, bringing the Kingdom of Lordaeron to an unprecedented height.
If there is anyone in this world who has the highest expectations for Arthas, it must be the elderly man in front of him.
And the sentence "My son, when you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron was whispering your name" expresses his strong emotions and expectations to the fullest.
Just as Terenas was about to stagger down from the throne and help his beloved prince up to perform a scene of filial piety between father and son, Arthas, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly heard a low sound coming from Frostmourne in his hand.
"You don't have to sacrifice anything for your people anymore.
There is no need to bear the weight of this crown.
Because I have arranged everything for you.
Go ahead and do what you have to do, what you want to do.”
As these words came out of his mouth, Arthas, who had been kneeling on the ground with his head down, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth in a graceful arc. Then he suddenly stood up and took off his hood, revealing his skin as pale as that of a dead person, and his long hair that had changed from golden to between silver and gray. He strode towards his father under the stunned gaze of all the onlookers around him.
Bang-bang-bang-bang
The boots made of Saronite made a low muffled sound as they stepped on the marble steps and the carpet above.
No one knew what had happened to the prince, let alone why he behaved so rudely or what he was going to do next. Even the royal guards around him were at a loss as to what to do.
You must know that there is only one legitimate male heir to the royal family of Lordaeron, and that is Prince Arthas in front of you.
Therefore, before King Terenas gave the order, no matter how strange the Crown Prince's behavior was, they did not dare to step forward to stop him.
In the blink of an eye, Arthas came to the throne, grabbed his father with the strong and powerful arm of the Death Knight, and a terrifying blue chill burst out of his eyes.
"What's going on? What are you doing? My son!"
King Terenas finally came to his senses, his face full of shock and disbelief.
Until this moment, he had not yet realized that the Death Knight in front of him, who exuded a cold aura, was no longer the crown prince he was familiar with.
Instead, it is a puppet of the first Lich King, Ner'zhul, a walking corpse with suppressed self-awareness.
"Of course I will inherit your throne and kingdom, my dear father..."
As soon as the last word came out of his mouth, Arthas pierced the old king's chest with the artifact Frostmourne without hesitation.
"ah--"
The intense pain and the rapid loss of vitality made King Terenas lose the ability to speak. He could only stare at his son who was so close to him, with his wide open. There was no apology, pain or self-blame on his face. He struggled to raise his arm to touch the prince in the last moments of his life, but in the end, he drooped his head and took his last breath before he could raise it.
The blood-stained crown rolled down the steps of the throne to the ground, as if foreshadowing the future fate of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
The most filial son of Azeroth stepped on the shoulder of his father's corpse without hesitation and pulled out the sword, grinning and announced: "Now, I am the king of Lordaeron."
moment!
Everyone in the throne room was in an uproar.
Whether it was the representatives and envoys from other Alliance countries or the nobles and soldiers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, they were all horrified by the prince's act of patriicide and had no idea why he did this.
After all, Arthas is the only legitimate male heir, and no brother can pose a threat to him at all.
Besides, King Terenas is old, and maybe he will die of old age in a few years. Then he can still smoothly inherit the throne and become king. Why is there so much hurry?
The nobles and royal guards of Lordaeron began to spit on and curse the prince's beastly behavior like crazy, refusing to recognize the legitimacy of his throne and clamoring to bring Princess Calia back to be queen.
It is obvious that those present have not yet realized the seriousness of the situation and still regard it as a coup initiated by the prince.
However, Arthas obviously had no intention of continuing to play with the other party. He immediately gave the order to Marwyn and Falric who were accompanying them to take action. He also used the Death Grip to pull down the most arrogant noble from the second floor and pierced his heart with a sword.
At the same time, the royal guards were powerless against the two powerful and battle-hardened death knights.
Especially their weapons and equipment made of Saronite, which were so strong that ordinary swords could not even leave a white mark when they were cut, and they were killed one after another by the rune swords that were attached with death magic and plague.
Before long, the entire throne hall was littered with corpses.
Many corpses were quickly transformed into undead after being killed.
While the people outside were still unaware of what was happening in the palace, Arthas immediately applied the experience he learned in Stratholme on how to quickly massacre a city to the capital of Lordaeron.
Although the number of undead in the city right now is insignificant compared to the defenders guarding the capital, even if the plague is spread now, it will take some time to complete the transformation.
But the problem is that the artifact Frostmourne perfectly helped him solve the problem of insufficient troops.
The soul of every life killed by this terrifying rune sword will be devoured or torn apart in an instant, and the body will instantly turn into an undead creature under the erosion of death energy.
In just about half an hour, Arthas used Frostmourne to transform thousands of killed civilians.
Some of these people turned into the lowest level zombies, but more of them turned into agile and extremely deadly ghouls.
Some paladins and high-level warriors were transformed into death knights like Marwyn and Falric.
These death knights can also kill living beings and transform undead through the knowledge and power gained from the Lich King.
As a result, the Scourge quickly grew like a snowball in the densely populated capital of Lordaeron.
By the time the defenders reacted and rushed into the streets to rescue the citizens and resist the massacre by the Undead army, the latter had already formed an advantage in scale and actually defeated the elite defenders.
As a former paladin, Arthas obviously knows what kind of power poses the greatest threat to himself.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to lead the team to raid the Cathedral of Holy Light, as well as all the priests and paladins inside who possessed the power to restrain the undead, and then turned them into Death Knights and Necromancers.
In an instant, the capital of the strongest human kingdom in the eastern continent replicated the tragedy of Stratholme almost overnight.
The only thing to be thankful for was that since the attack was launched from the inside, the city gate leading to the outside was still under the control of the defenders.
Many citizens living on the outskirts of the city who had not yet been surrounded by the undead army were able to escape with a small amount of property, supplies and loved ones.
In just ten hours, tens of thousands of people gathered in Briel, the town closest to the royal city.
Since this was the place where Kel'Thuzad studied the Scourge, and it was also the first town to be attacked by the plague and the undead, it is now in a semi-abandoned state.
The densely packed tombstones on the wasteland outside the city clearly indicate where the missing residents went.
If possible, no normal person would be willing to stay in such a spooky and extremely unlucky place for a long time.
But the problem is that these refugees who escaped obviously don't have many good options.
After all, they were running in such a hurry that they could only carry a small amount of valuable jewelry and gold and silver coins, and had no means of transportation such as carriages.
In addition, there are a large number of women, elderly people and children among their families. These vulnerable groups simply do not have enough physical strength to travel long distances, and they have to stop and rest after every few steps.
So Briar became the only place that could provide a house and a bed to rest and sleep.
However, considering that a plague had broken out here, people did not dare to eat the food in the barn, let alone drink the water in the well. Even the clothes and bedding in the house were thrown outside and burned.
The so-called rest and sleep were just lying on hard wooden beds. Some might not even have beds, but just lying on the floor or table for a short nap, and then continuing along the road to the south to the Silver Pine Forest, which was relatively safe for the time being.
Once they heard the slightest movement, the refugees would immediately get up in panic and lie by the window to look out, fearing that Arthas was coming with his undead army.
Others entered the stinking sewers and escaped through the sewage pipes behind the royal capital and Lake Lordamere.
But their worries were obviously unnecessary.
Even though the prince possessed artifacts like Frostmourne and a growing legion, it was obviously not something that could be accomplished in a day or two to completely capture and occupy a large fortress city like the capital of Lordaeron.
In particular, many veterans and officers who had participated in the two Orc Wars soon engaged in fierce street fighting with the Undead using the city's complex streets and well-arranged buildings.
With their clever minds and effective tactics, they turned the entire city into a huge battlefield, and relied on favorable terrain to build flexible defenses and tenaciously block the enemy.
It is obviously unrealistic for brainless, low-level cannon fodder like zombies and ghouls to defeat fully armed elite human soldiers before they form overwhelming numbers.
What's more, the priests who were sent by the Church of the God of the Covenant to preach in the Kingdom of Lordaeron also joined the army without hesitation, providing soldiers and officers with holy water that could protect them from the plague.
Some of the guys who were previously warriors or paladins directly put on sturdy armor, holding a war hammer in one hand and a shield in the other, and began to physically purify these undead.
Since they all had relatives and friends who had died at the hands of the plague and undead creatures, and some were even survivors of the Stratholme massacre, they were all filled with anger at Arthas's act of patriicide and surrendering to the enemy.
At this moment, a priest who could cast three-ring divine spells was in a narrow alley, leading twelve elite infantrymen to block the way of forty or fifty zombies.
He first skillfully released several group-effect strengthening spells, then took the lead in opening a bottle of holy water, took a sip, and then poured the rest on weapons, shields and armor.
The rest of the soldiers followed suit.
The purpose of drinking it is to prevent being accidentally infected with the plague due to long-term fighting with undead creatures. Applying it on weapons can add divine energy to the attack and cause greater damage to the enemy. The holy water on armor can weaken the evil magic effects such as diseases and curses that may be attached.
In previous battles, they had experienced the benefits of holy water, so they regarded these good things provided by the Church of the God of Contract as treasures.
When necessary, it can also be used as an investment weapon to smash the enemy, instantly burning a large number of undead creatures and making them temporarily unable to move.
"Get ready! We can't retreat a single step until all the civilians on this street have evacuated."
The priest shouted at the top of his voice to encourage everyone in the team, and then cast a spell to bless himself with three first-level spells: [Magic Weapon], [Protection from Evil], and [Shield of Piety].
Since he was a Paladin before his conversion, he also called upon the power of the Holy Light to infuse the hammer, causing it to emit a blinding golden light.
In a flash, the howling zombies swarmed into the narrow alley.
The soldiers who were on high alert threw forward several ignition oil tanks found from nearby abandoned houses without saying a word.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Along with the sound of the pottery jar hitting the wall and shattering, the burning grease quickly scattered in the air and fell on the body of the ghoul, causing a fierce combustion.
Various wood and cloth piled up in the alley as obstacles also immediately caught fire, forming a high-temperature flame isolation zone in less than ten seconds.
And as the fire spread, the surrounding houses also began to catch fire.
Similar thick smoke and flames can be seen almost everywhere in the capital of Lordaeron, and most of them were ignited by the humans themselves.
In order to stop the advance and massacre of the undead horde, the army and soldiers had already given it their all. They didn't care that this prosperous capital would be destroyed in the fire. They just wanted to ensure that as many living people as possible escaped through the city gate.
It was such a hellish scene that even the savage and bloodthirsty orcs would stop or retreat when seeing it.
But the problem is that the undead are obviously not living beings, but a group of monsters who do not know what fear and fatigue are.
These low-level ghouls could not even understand what death really was. They only knew to rush forward under the command of the Death Knight, either killing all living people or being killed by the enemy.
So, they rushed through the isolation zone in the blazing flames, with dazzling red flames all over their bodies, and rushed straight towards the pastor standing at the forefront.
With the blessing of [Power of Bull] and [Blessing of Strength], the latter swung his hammer and rushed forward without saying a word.
Boom! With a violent impact, the ghoul with its fangs and claws bared was instantly blown away by a terrifying force far beyond its comprehension. Its entire head was smashed directly by the hammer, and its brain and broken bones splattered everywhere. It flew more than ten meters in one breath and hit the four ghouls behind it before it barely stopped.
"Oh—good God! Are you sure you are really a priest?"
The veteran next to him was shocked by the violent and bloody scene and couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
Because in his impression, the priests of the Church of Holy Light usually wear robes and have gentle and kind faces, and their main duties are limited to preaching, sermons and providing medical services to the people.
As for those who appeared on the battlefield, they were basically paladins who appeared later and combined the advantages of priests and warriors.
"Why, don't you like priests like us?"
While he was talking, the priest swung his warhammer and shot a charging ghoul in the head. Then he turned around to reveal a fully enclosed helmet covered in blood and brain matter. He looked as scary as it could be.
But the old soldier was not frightened. Instead, he grinned and responded with a bloodthirsty smile: "No! Your Excellency! I fucking love you to death! If possible, I hope all priests will be like you!"
“Hahahaha! Very good!
Then hold the weapons in your hands tightly and come with me to purify these damn undead.
The great God of Contract, Soth, is watching all believers!
He will give us the strength and courage to stand up to our enemies!
For the Kingdom of Lordaeron! For the innocent people! Maybe everyone will die here today, but our death will buy more people a chance to live."
After an impassioned speech, the priest took the lead and collided with the zombies that rushed through the fire isolation zone.
The soldiers in the team seemed to be infected as well, roaring and fighting against the undead whose number was several times their own.
Because behind them were hundreds of panicked civilians fleeing towards the city gate.
As the most powerful human nation and the country that contributed the most to the Alliance's victory in the two Orc Wars, the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron have always been willing to die bravely in desperate situations.
Especially the two legions that guarded the king's capital with a great sense of honor. From the highest-ranking marshal to the lowest-ranking soldier, not a single one was afraid to flee. Instead, they took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of blocking the Scourge Legion and buying time for the surviving citizens in the city to escape.
They knew very well that facing the Scourge that had already grown in size and was constantly releasing plague, the only outcome that awaited them was death, or even being pulled up and turned into part of the undead army after death.
But even so, no one took a step back when they saw their comrades falling one after another.
Just as Arthas killed his father with his own hands, causing the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron to fall into chaos, Baron Rivendare of Stratholme in the East Wilder region immediately led the Scourge army out in full force and launched a fierce attack on densely populated areas such as Corrin's Crossing, Tyr's Hand, Havenshire, and Darrowshire.
Millions of skeleton armies hidden in the mountains and forests swept in like a tide under the command of liches and necromancers of the curse sect.
Although King Terenas had strengthened the defenses of these places in advance at Zuo Si's reminder, all resistance was futile in the face of overwhelming numbers.
The Kaolin intersection, which was the most important transportation hub, fell in less than three days.
Tens of thousands of civilians in the surrounding areas were massacred. Most were either transformed into ghouls or their bodies were torn into pieces and sewn together into more fleshy and difficult to destroy stitched abominations.
Although the Hand of Tyr managed to hold out the first wave thanks to the easily defendable and difficult to attack terrain and the stone walls that were more than ten meters high, they also suffered heavy losses and it was unclear whether they could hold out the second round.
In less than a week, Baron Rivendell crossed the Thandoril River and swept through the Western Plaguelands with devastating force.
Large tracts of farms were destroyed by the attack of the Undead army, and only the heavily guarded Hearthglen and Andorhal were still barely resisting.
Especially the latter, because of the presence of Uther the Lightbringer and the Knights of the Silver Hand led by him, it is difficult for the Undead army to gain any advantage by relying on their numerical advantage.
Originally, Baron Rivendare wanted to lead the other death knights and liches to charge in person, but he was almost purified by Uther's terrifying holy light energy.
From then on, he never dared to attack Andorhal easily, and he didn't even dare to besiege it.
As perhaps the most powerful user of the Holy Light among humans, even Arthas, holding the artifact Frostmourne, was no match for Uther who was giving his all, not to mention a mere Baron Rivendare.
However, abandoning Andorhal does not mean that the undead army has stopped.
On the contrary, they quickly passed through the Western Plaguelands and entered the core area of the Kingdom of Lordaeron - Tirisfal Glades, and began to massacre the millions of people there.
Although the news of the prince's patricide and surrender to the enemy spread quickly as the refugees fled.
However, since the location of the royal capital happened to be on the only way to the south to Silverpine Forest, even though the people had begun to panic, they did not dare to go south easily.
Because they had no idea whether if they fled south now, they would be blocked by the Scourge Army rushing out from the royal capital.
In this way, due to the betrayal of Arthas, the most powerful kingdom of mankind, Lordaeron, was destroyed in a very short time.
The civilians who were killed and the corpses dug out from the tombs became the most important supplement of troops for the Undead Scourge to sweep across the country.
With millions of Scourge troops ready to go, the Third War has finally officially begun.
Just as the human refugees in the north were fleeing frantically to the south, they also brought this shocking news to other Alliance member states, including Dalaran.
Through urgent magical communications, countries such as Gilneas, Kul Tiras, Stormgarde, Ironforge, and Quel'Thalas immediately learned of this incredible and important information.
They didn't even bother to confirm whether the news was true or not, and immediately began to gather troops to block the route that the Undead Scourge had to take to move south.
The nearest two cities, Dalaran and Gilneas, formed a coalition force in less than two days, and together with the troops stationed in the area by the Kingdom of Lordaeron, they marched northward along the road.
Daelin, commander of the Kul Tiras naval fleet, took on the responsibility of transporting the refugees, sending the people of Lordaeron to the relatively safe Stranglethorn Vale in the south. He also sent a fleet north to investigate the situation in Tirisfal Glades to see if he could rescue more refugees.
Only at this moment did he truly realize what the terrible disaster that Zuo Si repeatedly mentioned was referring to.
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On the other side, in the City of Contract, far away at the southernmost tip of the Eastern Continent.
Princess Calia, who had just learned the explosive news that her brother had killed their father and was destroying the Kingdom of Lordaeron with his own hands, was now completely stunned. She sat there motionless for a long time before she could recover.
When her brain, which had stopped thinking, started to work again, the first thing she did was to stand up and shout, "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could Arthas kill his father! His father loved him so much and gave him all the best things."
"I'm sorry, Princess. I know it's hard for you to accept this, but this is a fact that has been confirmed repeatedly by Dalaran.
At present, the capital of Lordaeron has turned into ruins, with rampant undead creatures everywhere.
The two legions stationed nearby also suffered more than 70% casualties, and only less than 30% survived after covering the retreat of civilians.
They have now retreated to Silverpine Forest to join the coalition forces of Dalaran and Gilneas.
As for the East Wilderness and Tirisfal Glades, although there are still some towns and fortresses resisting with all their might, it is only a matter of time before they fall if they do not receive reinforcements.
Most importantly, Arthas's actions have completely deprived him of his legal inheritance rights.
Now you are the last survivor and rightful heir of House Menethil.
So I think you should immediately declare yourself the successor to the throne and raise a flag to let everyone know that the Kingdom of Lordaeron has not yet perished.
And give hope to those towns that are still resisting.”
A high-ranking church official stepped forward and offered cautious advice.
"Become...become a queen? At a time like this?"
Jialiya's mind was obviously very confused at the moment, her heart was beating wildly, and for some reason she couldn't stop her tears from flowing down.
Perhaps she didn't have much affection for her strict father.
But she can be said to be full of gratitude, respect and love for her mother who always cares about her and understands her.
Because if her mother had not come forward to persuade her father, Jialiya's husband and his family might have been brutally executed long ago.
The church leaders nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it is now.
The more desperate this moment is, the more the Kingdom of Lordaeron needs a legitimate leader who can unite them.
With this relationship, we can begin to consider whether to bring all the refugees to Stranglethorn Vale or to form an army to go north and retake our homeland.
Moreover, only by becoming the queen can you make Uther and the Knights of the Silver Hand he leads obey your orders and cooperate with the series of military operations we may carry out."
I have to say, this person's suggestion is indeed quite insightful.
After all, in politics, whoever can grab the declaration first will firmly grasp the initiative.
Although the Menethil family of Lordaeron now only has Calia as the sole descendant...
Oh, no, she also has a daughter who has not been publicly acknowledged.
But the political significance of declaring her accession to the throne as queen now is completely different from becoming queen later when warlords form separatist forces in the battle with the Scourge.
The former can quickly solidify into a political symbol, deeply imprinted in the hearts of the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, giving them a clear object of loyalty.
Even if warlord separatist forces were formed later, the other party would not dare to think of replacing the royal family because the soldiers and ordinary people in the ruling area were loyal to the royal family. No matter how big their ambitions were, they could only hide them.
However, the latter gradually united the people's hearts and formed an actual separatist faction in the long battle with the undead. Both civilians and soldiers gradually felt alienated due to the absence of the royal family, and even transferred their hatred for Arthas to Calia.
It is possible that the Kingdom of Lordaeron will split into several factions over whether to recognize the princess's legitimate inheritance rights, and then start a civil war or simply become independent territories.
Especially for a fool like Garithos who does things without considering the consequences, it is hard to imagine what outrageous behavior he would do driven by his ambition.
So in this situation, the sooner Calia claims the throne of Lordaeron, the better.
And now becoming a queen can also be recognized by the leaders of the alliance countries.
Unfortunately, because Jialiya was too sad and worried about the safety of her husband and daughter, she did not give a positive answer. Instead, she sent everyone away on the grounds that she could not think, and went through the secret passage alone to Zuo Si's room.
As soon as she walked out of the secret passage, she saw the god she believed in, with his upper body naked, injecting a tube of boiling blood emitting mysterious energy into her body.
The next second...
The skin that looked pale and bloodless turned red and purple almost instantly, and all the blood vessels suddenly swelled, like earthworms twisting under the skin.
Not only that!
Zuo Si's eyes also showed a creepy dark red light, and an extremely powerful force began to surge throughout his body along with the beating of his heart.
Finally, a pair of bright red wings made entirely of energy suddenly opened from behind, looking like the wings of a wind snake.
As the wings flapped slightly, Jialiya only felt that the blood flow in her body began to accelerate uncontrollably, and then something suddenly flowed out of the nasal mucosa, and a strong smell of blood filled her nose and mouth.
Nosebleed? She stared in disbelief, watching the dark red blood droplets drifting towards Zuo Si not far away, drawing a blood line in the air that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.
Fortunately, this strange situation did not last long.
It stopped abruptly after about one or two seconds.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't notice you coming, and I couldn't control the power I just gained. Here, wipe the blood off your nose."
As he spoke, Zuo Si quickly folded the pair of huge energy wings behind him, picked up a handkerchief and handed it over.
Jia Liya subconsciously took it and wiped her swollen eyes first, then blocked her nose that was still bleeding, and asked carefully: "What was that power just now? Why do I suddenly feel like the blood in my body is out of control?"
"Nothing. I happened to obtain a portion of demigod's blood from an ancient temple, and then purified it to strengthen this mortal body. The power he possesses should be to control blood and absorb life force."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and gave the answer directly.
As everyone knows without asking, this demigod is naturally Hakkar, the Blood God once worshiped by the Gurubashi trolls.
Although this bloodthirsty and cruel demigod has been banished from Azeroth for a long time, his descendants and sunken temples still exist.
Zuo Si only took advantage of the situation a little bit and easily got what he wanted from the other party.
Combined with the blood of the dreadlord that was taken before, this container can be regarded as a truly enhanced version of the vampire ancestor, and it can absorb both life and spiritual power at the same time.
If he wanted, he could always start mass-producing powerful offspring through the Embrace.
It is even possible to obtain the target creature's bloodline, abilities, knowledge and memories through this predatory sucking.
Now, even when facing the demon army of the Burning Legion, Zuo Si, who is temporarily unable to descend with his original body, clone or projection, can ensure that he has the strength to fight.
"Strengthen this mortal body?"
Jia Liya blinked in confusion.
Zuo Si patiently explained, "Because my real body is too far away from Azeroth, I can't really descend for the time being, and even the power transmitted to me will be greatly limited.
Therefore, in order to cope with the impending disaster and protect all believers, we must find a way to strengthen ourselves a little.
By the way, why are your eyes swollen from crying?
Could it be that something big has happened in the kingdom of Lordaeron in the north?"
"I... I just got the news that Arthas betrayed the country and surrendered to the enemy. He also killed my father and massacred the entire capital during the triumphal ceremony.
Others in the church were suggesting that I declare my succession as queen immediately.
But my mind is very confused now and I can't calm down and think at all.
So I hope you can give me a little guidance."
After saying that, Jialiya threw away the handkerchief that was stained with nosebleed, bent down and kissed the magic ring on Zuo Si's finger. Her pitiful eyes were like a small animal longing for its owner's caress and protection.
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