Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Andrea didn't answer the words of the dreaded demon king, holding up the Garnier staff in his hand, and the golden curtain of holy light enveloped the entire battlefield in front of the church.

The bright rain of holy light fell from the top of the light curtain, and the humans and undead who were drenched by the light rain showed completely different reactions.

The wounded human soldiers were surprised to see their wounds heal quickly under the effect of the light rain, while the undead screamed hoarsely, trying to avoid the ubiquitous golden rain.

After completing a round of clearing and weakening, the human side had an absolute advantage on the battlefield, and Andrea turned to the earth-colored Dreadlord under Alsace's horrified gaze.

"So, which one are you?"

"Varimathras? Detherok? Anaceron? Or Mephistroth?"

The dread demon king who was locked in the cage of holy light shouted angrily, "I am Mal'Ganis!"

Every nathrezim is a cunning creature, and even within their kind is full of intrigue and intrigue.

He was the only one among the bunch of names that Andrea called out, which made Mal'Ganis very upset.

Andrea shrugged, "Whatever, you all look similar anyway."

"Let's get down to business, did you just say that Lordaeron is doomed to fall?"

Andrea looked at Mal'Ganis, who kept rolling his eyes, with great interest, "Who gave you confidence? Ner'zhul, that old orc who called himself the Lich King? He was still isolated from Azeroth and couldn't get in." Kil'jaeden?"

The manic Arthas finally calmed down a lot under Ilucia's comfort. Hearing that the Lich King was an orc, he once again clenched the warhammer in his hand.

‘Is the orc playing tricks again? '

Mal'Ganis knew something was wrong when he saw the change in Arthas' demeanor, and his mission might fail.

Mal'Ganis is not afraid of death, he will return to the Twisting Nether to be resurrected if he dies, but if the mission fails... the punishment of the Burning Legion is definitely more difficult than death.

"The Lich King has long since gotten rid of the restrictions of the mortal body, and has drawn a clear line of demarcation from the orcs. Now he is the Lord of the Undead in command of the Scourge!"

"The plague food has already flowed throughout the entire territory of Lordaeron. This country is hopeless. If you don't want to be implicated, you'd better..."

Andrea condensed the energy of the Holy Light Cage, turning it into countless circles of light that bound Mal'Ganis and dragged him in front of her.

"Watch your words, little bat."

A shot of holy light hit his face, and the highly compressed energy made Mal'Ganis let out a shrill scream. The only moving bald head swayed from side to side, appearing in great pain.

Alsace was in a very complicated mood at this time. After he calmed down, he realized that Mal'Ganis had been teasing him with words before, which made him unable to calmly think and judge. He was always played by the opponent in the battle.

However, in the hands of this night elf, the powerful enemy that Alsace thought was difficult to defeat was rounded and flattened like a toy. This kind of psychological gap made it difficult for Alsace, who had been smooth sailing since he was a child, to accept it.

"I'm so weak? Didn't my father say that I'm a genius?"

Andrea still had a question and wanted to interrogate the big bat, so he knocked out Mal'Ganis, who was in great pain, on the spot, and prepared to take him back for interrogation slowly.

"etc!"

Alsace saw that Andrea was about to take Mal'Ganis away, so he hurriedly stood up to stop him.

"Chairman Moon Shadow, Mal'Ganis has caused immeasurable damage to Lordaeron, and he must be brought back to Lordaeron's royal city for trial."

Andrea nodded to Alsace and said, "Yes, but this guy is still useful, we can't let him die easily for now, please forgive me, Prince."

"this……"

Thinking of the hundreds of thousands of people who died in Stratholme and Andorhal due to the plague, Alsace wished to kill Mal'Ganis.

But he couldn't ignore Andrea's opinion. After all, the other party was a big boss with supreme power in the powerful and ancient country across the sea.

"Alsace..."

Ilucia pulled Alsace's sleeve and signaled him to give in temporarily with his eyes.

"Huh~"

Arthas adjusted his breathing, "Okay, but I hope Chairman Moon Shadow can tell me where is the man behind the Lich King?"

Seeing the stubborn expression on Alsace's face, Andrea frowned, "Dalaran's support mage is outside, we will return to Lordaeron's royal city later, and I will naturally tell King Terenas the whole story." , why is the prince in such a hurry?"

Arthas hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head firmly, "No, I don't plan to go back."

Ilucia was taken aback, "Alsace?!"

Gently touching Ilucia's long silver hair, Arthas said decisively, "The Scourge has caused great damage to my country. If we can't wipe them out in one go, maybe there will be a second or third one." One, maybe more Mal'Ganis appear."

Alsace remembered the name of the Dreadlord that Andrea had read just now, and it was obvious that there was more than one such twisted and deformed monster.

Moreover, Alsace still had a pimple in his heart at this time. Before that, he overstepped his father's authority and dismissed his mentor Uther with a strong attitude. Before he made results, he had no face to go back and face the two elders.

'So tough? '

Andrea spread his hands helplessly and said, "I can tell you, but the Lich King is in the remote Northrend continent, and there is no King Terenas to allocate ships for you, how are you going to continue going north to sea?"

Alsace smiled confidently, "This is easy to handle. Stratholme is a port city, and there are still a large number of merchant ships in the city's harbor. With a little modification, they can sail smoothly."

Andrea frowned, "Ner'zhul, you've prepared well. You didn't destroy the chasing ship, and deliberately induced Alsace to continue northward." '

Now that Alsace's words have reached this point, Andrea is not someone to him, and he doesn't have enough ground to stop him from pursuing revenge.

"Well, I will bring Mal'Ganis back to Lordaeron and tell King Terenas the whole story."

Andrea looked at Ilucia, this girl made it clear that she planned to accompany her all the way.

But Arthas pushed his girlfriend out of his arms with difficulty at this time, "Ilucia, you should also return to Dalaran to report the situation to Master Antonidas in person, the bitter cold north is not suitable for you."

"but……"

Arthas kissed the anxious Ilucia on the forehead, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, my father's reinforcements should arrive soon, I will definitely kill the Lich King with my own hands, for the tragic death of Lordaeron Revenge of the people."

Alsace's determination was made, and the repeated blows made him eager to use victory to restore his lost self-confidence.

In his opinion, no matter how strong the Lich King is, it cannot match the impact of thousands of troops, and the Holy Light can greatly restrain the undead, and Andrea has shown the effect before.

However, Arthas didn't take into account that the undead resurrected by Stratholme were just low-level zombies with no brains, and they couldn't be compared with the elite undead under Ner'zhul.

Andrea's ability to suppress a large number of low-level undead with one blow does not mean that he can rush into the Frozen Throne Kai Wushuang, at least until he reaches the level of a true god.

With Mal'Ganis rolling his eyes in his hand, he watched Alsace set sail, and Andrea touched his chin worriedly.

‘This unlucky kid won’t go back to the old path again, will he? For the time being, let Shandris and the others pay attention. '