lcionline Chapter 190 Arthas's Confusion
Chapter 190 Arthas's Confusion
Just as the orc army was marching into the Barrens, a huge change occurred in Lordaeron.
Arthas led an army of 500,000 and fought a war in Andorhal with the Forsaken led by Sylvanas, the Banshee Queen of the main timeline!
The Kingdom of Lordaeron, which has a large number of Paladins, has a terrifying combat power! And the Holy Light also restrains the undead!
The Forsaken were beaten pretty hard!
Tirion Fordring and Turalyon led the Silver Crusade and charged into the Forsaken army, invincible!
Although Uther, Alexandros, and Dathrohan all became Death Knights, Lordaeron is rich in military generals!
The younger generation is beginning to emerge!
But Sylvanas in the main timeline is not a weakling, she is a powerful figure at the peak of the legend!
He has many strong men under his command!
The competition in high-end combat power can be said to be evenly matched.
Of course, please don't compare it with a country ruled by a cheater. In 10,000 years, it is normal to have more than a hundred demigods! It is abnormal to have no demigods!
Except for the night elves, other races are already outstanding if they can reach the peak of legend!
Demigod is already the ceiling for mortal creatures!
In Andorhal, Arthas carried the greatsword of Lordaeron.
Turalyon and I walked on the empty street, the moonlight stretched our shadows very long...
"Are you tired, Turalyon?" Arthas said to himself as he walked.
"Ah!? Not tired, Your Majesty!" Turalyon didn't react at first, then his expression became puzzled, and he asked: "Why do you ask such a question?"
Arthas looked up at the twin moons in the sky with his deep eyes and said slowly: "I'm tired!"
"There are too many disasters in the world of Azeroth. Today, the evil comes out to do evil. Tomorrow, the evil will come out! The civilians of Lordaeron have been affected by this sudden disaster, and tens of thousands of them have died!"
After Arthas finished speaking, he slowly pulled out the big sword!
Gently run your fingers across both sides of the blade!
The white moonlight shines on the sword, flashing a chilling chill!
"This sword was once a symbol of Lordaeron's royal power and was inserted in the center of the throne room! My father once said that it would be best if this sword was never used in a lifetime!
Unfortunately……"
After hearing this, Turalyon smiled slightly.
"Where there are people, there will be struggle, Your Majesty!"
"Yes, humans are such strange animals! But the great emperor's kingdom didn't have these things? An empire has existed for 10,000 years and is still developing healthily, but what about us humans? More than 1,200 years ago, the Arathor Empire had already split into seven kingdoms!
And they are still fighting among themselves! Why? Turalyon? My brother-in-law!" Arthas suddenly looked at his most talented commander with bright eyes!
In his heart, he really hoped that the other party could help him answer this question.
Turalyon pursed his lips. He didn't want to answer this question at first. He knew Arthas's character very well. He was very stubborn about justice and liked to take all the responsibilities on himself!
But the other party now calls him brother-in-law, which means he is asking for advice as a family member, not as a king!
Turalyon sighed and walked to a dusty bench on the roadside. He bent down and wiped it with his sleeve, then turned to look at Arthas.
"Come, sit here and I'll tell you something, Arthas."
Arthas was slightly startled. This was the first time Turalyon called him by his name instead of calling him His Majesty the King!
"Yes, brother-in-law!"
Arthas walked to the bench and sat down, looking at Turalyon seriously, waiting for his words.
“The stable politics of the Dark Night Empire actually has three elements!
First, their king Salvador is the strongest in the world. No one can defeat him, including the dragons! As long as he is alive, the Dark Night Empire will never be in chaos!
Second, the Dark Night Empire’s military and political system is separate, with internal affairs only responsible for internal affairs and the military only responsible for military affairs.
Although the top leaders are composed of two or even three people, they are all Salvador's direct descendants. No one will betray him.
Third, Salvatore's wives, Azshara and Tyrande, both of them have different identities. One was once the queen of the Dark Night Empire and is now the regent. None of the officials under her dared to disobey her.
Tyrande is the leader of the Moon Temple, the largest religious force in the Night Elves Empire, which is the most trusted organization among the night elves!
As long as they are here, the Dark Night Empire will not be in chaos and the development of the empire will be very stable!
But what about us? Alsace!
As far as I know, many of Lordaeron's nobles have already fled, taking with them a lot of property. They are not afraid of the authority of the empire at all, but are afraid that they will not be able to live a good life! They don't have Lordaeron and you in their hearts, only their own interests! These people are hidden dangers to the empire!"
Turalyon pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Arthas.
The latter did not refuse.
After taking the cigarette, Arthas took out the lighter from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep puff!
He leaned quietly in the chair, one hand hanging casually at his side, the other holding a lit cigarette. The curling smoke rose and swirled in front of him, blurring his face.
His eyes were a little blurry, as if he was immersed in his own thoughts. His slightly furrowed brows revealed his annoyance and confusion. He took a deep puff of cigarette, and the spicy taste spread in his mouth, and he seemed to find a trace of comfort from it.
He slowly exhaled smoke rings and watched them slowly dissipate in the air, just like his mood at the moment, complex and elusive. His fingers gently flicked the ash, and the sparks flickered in the darkness, like the faint light in his heart. He sat there silently, smoking with an indescribable loneliness and desolation, as if the whole world was left with only him and the burning cigarette.
After a long time, Arthas finally made up his mind. He wanted to change Lordaeron!
Turalyon on the side looked at him quietly, without disturbing Arthas's daze.
Perhaps from now on, the young king will undergo some kind of transformation that is unpredictable.
Turalyon left quietly, and Arthas was completely immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice his departure.
About an hour later, Arthas slowly came back to his senses. He turned around and looked around, and found that Turalyon had already left, leaving only the pack of cigarettes on the stool.
He smiled faintly, picked up the cigarette and put it in his pocket.
"Are you afraid that my sister will find out?"