Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis

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"The Holy Light protects us."

"Purify these evil spirits."

The entry of the Knights of the Silver Hand completely turned the tide of the battle, and the undead began to crumble.

Chapter 22 Uther the Lightbringer, the Prince Driven by Revenge

“Uther! You’ve come at just the right time.” Arthas looked at Uther with great joy.

The series of battles had left him physically and mentally exhausted!

His tense expression relaxed only after he saw his mentor and the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"Don't celebrate yet, child. The battle is far from over. Continue the attack and wipe out these undead," Uther said, nodding to Arthas.

Uther the Lightbringer is incredibly powerful; his mastery of both the Holy Light and martial arts is arguably unmatched in the entire League!

Although there were five Paladins in the first generation, only three were truly powerful: Uther the Lightbringer, Tirion Fordring, and Turalyon, who had disappeared in Outland.

Raising his warhammer high, Uther unleashed a powerful burst of holy light, instantly purifying all the undead creatures around him.

"Holy Light! Grant me strength!"

The sight of dozens of paladins joining forces to cast holy light spells was terrifying. The golden light illuminated almost the entire Hearthglen Valley, and all the undead creatures began to evaporate almost the instant they came into contact with the holy light.

All the human soldiers were bathed in holy light, and the fatigue accumulated from days of fighting vanished instantly. Their wounds also miraculously healed under the holy light.

With the addition of the powerful Silver Hand paladin forces, the war became one-sided, as the power of the Holy Light was extremely effective against the undead!

In just a few tens of minutes, the undead army that had surrounded Hearthglen so tightly was completely wiped out by the paladins!

"We have won! We have won!" The remaining defenders in Hearthglen wept with joy, raising their weapons high, embracing each other, and crying their hearts out.

If it weren't for His Highness the Prince and the mage Rhodes, they wouldn't even have had the courage to hold on.

After the battle, Uther came to Arthas, accompanied by the sorceress Jaina.

"You actually held out for so long, child. If I had arrived any later..." Uther sighed as he looked at the devastated battlefield and the undead creatures swarming around him.

The danger of this battle far exceeded his expectations. The number of undead besieging Arthas and his men reached several thousand, while their defenders numbered only a few hundred.

He never expected Arthas to last this long. This was supposed to be a compliment, but Arthas, whose expression was already highly sensitive, didn't think so.

“I’ve done my best, Uther! If I had a squad of paladins at my disposal, I would have already…” Arthas roared angrily, his face grim.

He thought Uther was blaming him for failing to protect the evidence here, allowing so many people to die at the hands of the Scourge, but he had done everything in his power and even risked his own life.

“Uther is actually praising you, Prince Arthas!” said Rhodes, who was standing to the side.

“I’m not praising him. He just did his job. I’d say he did a passable job,” Uther said.

As a strict mentor, he cannot praise his disciple excessively, especially a prince, otherwise he will make him arrogant.

Arthas snorted coldly upon hearing this!

He was somewhat dissatisfied; why was it so difficult to get a compliment?

From childhood to adulthood, I received a strict education: you are the prince of Lordaeron, you must fight for your people, you must make your father proud, and you must earn the love and respect of your people.

Your father often told you that you would become the king of this land, ruling over all of Lordaeron, and that the Alliance would serve you as their master.

The heavy burden of being the future king and the pressure of being the leader of the alliance were making him feel a little suffocated. Arthas didn't know if he could become the person everyone expected him to be; he could only try his best.

This undead plague caused Arthas's long-suppressed resentment to erupt!

“Alright, now is not the time to concern ourselves with honors. What we face is only the beginning. Every warrior we lose in battle will make the undead army stronger,” Uther said.

"Then let's capture their leader first! I'm going to Stratholme to kill Mal'Ganis! Even if it means death, I'll do it!" Arthas said.

Margaenes, the mastermind behind this despicable dreadlord.

“Don’t get excited, kid. Your courage is commendable, but the commander of the undead army is not someone you can defeat alone. The Dreadlord is not as simple as you think.” Uther patted Arthas on the shoulder and said.

He had already learned some things from Jaina, including about the Dreadlords, which was indeed very difficult for Arthas.

The Dreadlords are demons, and should theoretically be dealt with by the Guardians of Dalaran, but unfortunately, Medivh, the Guardians of Dalaran, is dead!

However, the power of holy light can still drive away these demons!

"Do as you please, Uther. My mind is made up. I'm heading to Stratholme now! No one can stop me from killing Mal'Ganis." Arthas didn't say much more and immediately began to gather his army, preparing to march on Stratholme.

Rhodes, standing to the side, was speechless. Heading to Stratholme, the little prince's final fate had begun.

Uther and Jaina also sighed and immediately began arranging for their troops to follow Arthas's advance.

"You must be Mr. Rhodes? I've heard that you possess both magical secrets and the power of the Holy Light?" After Arthas left, Uther looked at Rhodes, nodded to him, and asked.

On his way here, he had already seen Rhodes cast Flash of Light and simultaneously cast the mage's Frostbolt!

“I am a mage, but the power of the Holy Light has blessed me, allowing me to use it,” Rhodes said with a smile.

“Thank you for your help, Lord Rhodes. You and Arthas have come a long way together. I hope you can persuade that child not to be too impulsive,” Uther said.

His own words might have been too harsh, but as a teacher, he was destined not to be too lenient with Arthas. But Rhodes was different, as was Jaina. The two of them were Arthas's friends in this battle, and he hoped that the boy would listen to what they said.

Never act impulsively.

“I will, Lord Uther.” Rhodes nodded to Uther.

“Don’t worry, Lord Uther, I’ll use invisibility to follow them and see,” Jaina said.

"Hopefully! I will send the remaining troops to Stratholme as reinforcements. Hopefully we won't arrive too late." Uther said, then turned and left.

Chapter 23 The Prophet? Former Guardian Medivh

"Mr. Rhodes, what's wrong with Arthas? He seems to be in a particularly bad mood," the female mage asked Rhodes after Uther left.

He didn't know what Arthas had gone through while he was away, but it was clear that his childhood sweetheart had suffered a very serious blow.

Rhodes took a deep breath and said, "He has taken too much responsibility upon himself, even blaming this disaster on his own incompetence. Being too much of a perfectionist is not a good thing."

Arthas's transformation is arguably irreversible, and this matter involves many things that are currently beyond his control.

“What should we do, Rhodes?” Jaina’s voice carried a hint of helplessness. “Lord Uther told us to persuade him…”

“Then let’s go and try to persuade him, if he’s willing to listen,” Rod said.

“Alright, I’ll cast an invisibility spell on you too.” Jaina nodded and cast the invisibility spell on both herself and Rhodes. Then the two of them chased after Arthas.

Half a day later, Arthas's army rested on a hillside. The little prince went up to the top of the hill alone, and Rhodes and Jaina also came there invisibly.

However, just as the two were about to reveal themselves, a giant raven suddenly flew down from the sky. The raven slowly landed on the ground and then transformed into a mysterious person wearing a gray-brown robe and holding a staff.

Rhodes, of course, knew who this mysterious man was: Medivh, the former Guardian who had just been resurrected by Aegwynn, and also the key figure who would guide the Night Elves, the Horde, and the Alliance to fight against the Burning Legion.

“Who is he, Rhodes?” Jaina asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, don't make a sound, we'll just watch from the sidelines," Rhodes said, shaking his head at the female mage.

At this moment, Arthas also noticed the movement behind him and turned around to look at the gray-robed mage in front of him.

He had been hoping that the person catching up would be Gina! But to his surprise, it turned out to be an unknown mage.

"Who are you? What business do you have with me here?" Arthas looked at the mage in front of him with a wary expression.

“Hello, young prince, I mean no harm, but we must talk, talk about the future of your country,” Medivh said.

“I don’t have time for idle chatter, mage, get to the point,” Arthas said.

“Listen to me, child, this land has fallen, darkness and despair have descended, and no matter what you do, the outcome is already predetermined.”

"If you truly wish to save your people, then lead them across the ocean to the western continent of Kalimdor!" Medivh sighed and said to Arthas.

The young prince seems to have been targeted by the Burning Legion, and he shouldn't have shown himself, but he still wants to make one last effort.

If the young prince is willing to travel to Kalimdor, that would be the best outcome, as he would guide the young prince to meet Thrall, the orc leader.

"Are you kidding me? Mage, you want me to run away? This is my kingdom, my land, and protecting my people is my only mission," Arthas demanded angrily.

He remembered who this mage was; he had also appeared at a meeting of the Kingdom of Lordaeron a few months earlier, when the undead plague had just broken out.

This mage had warned his father and urged him to lead the people to Kalimdor.

What a joke! Leading the people of a country to migrate is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

For the Kingdom of Lordaeron, their current task is to deal with the plague.

“So you have made your choice, but remember, the harder you fight the enemy, the more you will send your people into their clutches,” Medivh sighed.

It seems that everything was destined to happen, and the Kingdom of Lordaeron was doomed to perish. He had done his best, first persuading King Terenas and then Arthas, but to no avail.

Unfortunately, he couldn't reveal his identity as the Guardian, since Medivh was the one who attracted the orcs. As the culprit of Azeroth, if he revealed his true form, he would likely be beaten to death by the mobs.

To outsiders, he was the epitome of evil!

In his final moments, Medivh glanced meaningfully in the direction of Rhodes and Jaina before transforming into a giant raven and flying away once more.

After Medivh left, Rhodes and Jaina dispelled the illusion and appeared before Arthas.

The three met in silence. Arthas remained silent, and Jaina and Rhodes were unsure how to begin.

“Arthas, we are very worried about you, so we wanted to come and talk to you. That mage, I can sense a huge power in him.”

Perhaps he was right, perhaps he knew everything that was about to happen. Finally, the female mage broke the silence.

He could sense the immense power emanating from the mage, a power even stronger than that of his mentor, Antonidas.

"Stop talking! I don't care about the future that madman sees, Jaina, and Rhodes."

"No matter what he says, I will not abandon my homeland and my people. We shall set off for Stratholme now. You will help me, won't you?" Arthas said.

“Of course! Your Highness Prince Arthas, after all, our employment isn’t over yet! I haven’t received my payment yet,” Rhodes said with a smile.

"I will double your reward, Lord Rhodes." Arthas nodded to the two of them, then turned and walked away into the distance without looking back.

Soon the army continued its march, and along the way, many reinforcements joined Arthas's forces!

Several days later, when a group of people arrived in Stratholme, Arthas's army had grown to more than 10,000 men.

During the march, Rhodes built a market and a blacksmith shop, and also saved up 5000 units of gold to build a supply warehouse. Now he can earn a little bit of ore and wood every day.

Shortly after Arthas arrived, Uther arrived at the gates of Stratholme with a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand and a large number of Lordaeron soldiers.

Stratholme is the largest city besides the royal city of Lordaeron, and it is a city that absolutely cannot be lost.