It was difficult to leave one's homeland.
This was an emotional bond that humans had in any era and world.
The land gave birth to life, and the land gave birth to emotions.
Duque understood the feelings of the soldiers of Lordaeron. Unfortunately, as a commander and a traveler who knew the course of history, he knew what he had to do.
He could not stop the tragedy that had already happened. He could only let it spread and expand.
That night, he received some bad news.
As expected, the Doomsday Army's attack was not limited to just one direction. The Church of the Damned had infiltrated Lordaeron very deeply. The latest report was that in the Tirisfal Woodland, more than ten cities had been poisoned by the lords of the Church of the Damned. They either poisoned the wells or the granaries, causing tens of thousands of people to die and turn into zombies.
Coupled with the Doomsday Army that had set off from Lordaeron, more than half of the Tirisfal Woodland had fallen.
However, there was good news too.
The [Emergency Evacuation] drill that Duque had stopped back then had played an unexpected role. Duque's butler, Makarov, had successfully used the water transportation of Lordaeron Mill Lake to save nearly a hundred thousand citizens. He had even used the fleet behind him as bait, luring Arthas into thinking that all the refugees had fled south to the Dalajan.
In fact, most of the refugees had circled around Fenris Island in the middle of Lordaeron Mill Lake before heading west into the Silverpine Forest. They had now arrived at the North Stream Coast to await rescue.
This could be explained by Antonidas's dark expression. The old man was certain that Duque's subordinates had tricked the Dalajan. Otherwise, Arthas's Undead Army would not have targeted the Dalajan first.
The old man did not catch up with the Dreadlord. As soon as he returned, he announced that the Dalajan would focus on clearing out the Undead in their territory. He did not even want to see Duque.
However, at the very least, he promised to give two mages to Kael 'thas to lead the Scarlet Cross Legion led by Duke.
Including the Dalaran Infantry Regiment that was protecting the Mages, Duke now had a hundred thousand soldiers in his hands.
Duque was very displeased that Antonidas refused to see him. However, he could only helplessly accept this fact. In history, Antonidas also became more and more stubborn as he grew older. In his later years, he was just like Terenas, each of them worse than the other.
Kael 'thas was quite excited about the opportunity to lead troops in a foreign country.
"Duque! This time, please give me some pointers. I will cooperate fully with you. "
Duque nodded and accepted Kai Zi as his little brother.
In the end, Duque chose to follow the Beastmen's footsteps. However, his target wasn't the South Flow Coast, but the North Flow Coast. Firstly, there were more than 300,000 refugees gathered there, but there weren't many soldiers to protect them. Secondly, Duque did not dare to go to Stratholme through the Alterac Mountains.
In the steep terrain of the Alterac Mountains, the most commonly used battle formations were useless. In such narrow and steep terrain, there was no need for an army of ten million Undead. Five hundred thousand skeletons could jump down from the top of the mountain and carry the soldiers down the cliff. No matter how many elites the humans had, it was useless.
Humans were not Undead, and even the most elite soldiers would be tired. That night, Duque had to let the soldiers have a good rest.
Throughout the night, Duque had to run to the South Sea City-State. The sky near the Dalajan had been shrouded by the Canopy of Undead, and communication had become very bad. Only in the South Sea City-State could Duque use magic to communicate with other countries.
At the same time.
Arthas was not having a good time.
He found that his soul seemed to have fallen into a state of confusion.
When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that he had returned to the place where he had led the million Undead army — the outskirts of Lordaeron.
He finally recognized the guy who had saved his' life '.
The Dreadlord, Tichondrius, looked almost identical to Mal 'Ganis. They were both sharp and vicious, but he also had nothing good to say about Arthas.
Arthas subconsciously raised his broken right hand that was tightly holding [Frostmourne] with his left hand.
"Yo, I'm not your enemy," Tichondrius said. Tichondrius said, twisting his lips into a smile that looked more like sarcasm. "But don't expect me to comfort you. Although you killed your biological father and handed the kingdom to the Scourge Army, you passed the first test. The Lich King is initially satisfied with you. But you … look at what you have done? "
Arthas was silent.
"You actually retained so many human emotions, causing you to be completely unable to use the power of [Frostmourne]! Ugly! Too ugly! "
Arthas felt two completely different emotions attacking him at the same time — shame and anger.
"Yes!" he replied, trying to maintain a calm and powerful voice in front of the great demon. "I was wrong! I haven't completely forgotten the people and things I used to love. I feel regret and regret for my failure, and I feel ashamed for losing to Duke Marcus. "
"Very good!" The Dreadlord sneered. He was satisfied with Arthas's honesty.
"Next time! Next time, I will definitely kill Duque! I will imprison his soul in [Frostmourne]! I will let him suffer eternal torture! I will also kill Jaina and turn her into a banshee! "
But at this moment, another voice came from the depths of his heart, not from Frostmourne. You're lying! You can't even harden your heart to kill Jaina!
For some reason, he suddenly felt very envious and jealous of Duque who completely owned Jaina even when he was missing.
He knew that a real Death Knight should not have emotions.
But he just could not control himself.
He suppressed his emotions.
Yes! The voice in his heart would eventually disappear. He could not bear the growth of the warmth when he thought of Jaina. If he let it develop, it would spread like gangrene and swallow him up.
The Dreadlord pretended not to see the emotional struggle in his heart. Instead, he laughed and said, "There's no need to be so anxious. Perhaps Duke Marcus will become your right-hand man … as a Lich. However, the Lich King can't bear to see your miserable state anymore. Now, I'll give you a chance to become stronger and bear more of [Frostmourne]'s power! "
"Say it! I'll do it! "Arthas said without hesitation.
"Right now, there's a group of uninvited guests trying to break into the throne hall that belongs to you and steal your father's remains! Go and destroy them! As long as you succeed, you will have greater power! " With that, the Dreadlord touched [Frostmourne]. Arthas was shocked to find that the power from the demon sword was rapidly repairing his broken body.
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