Andrea did not answer the words of the fearful demon king. He held up the staff of Garnier in his hand, and the golden curtain of holy light enveloped the battlefield in front of the church.

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

The injured human soldier watched in surprise as the wound on his body healed quickly under the influence of light rain, while the undead screamed hoarsely and tried to avoid the ubiquitous golden rain.

After completing a round of clearing and weakening, the human side had an absolute advantage on the battlefield. Then Andrea turned to the terrifying demon king with a terrifying face under the horror of Arthas.

"So, which one are you?"

"Varimassas Desai Locke, Annatheron, or Memphistos?"

The Fear Demon King, who was locked in the Holy Light cage, shouted angrily, "I am Marganis!"

Each Nasrezm is a cunning creature, and even within their clan is full of all kinds of conspiracies and intrigues.

The only one of the names Andrea called him was not the only one, which made Marganis very upset.

Andrea shrugged, "It's easy, you all look the same anyway."

"Back to the point, did you just say that Lordaeron is destined to fall?"

Andrea looked at Marganis with interest, whose eyes were constantly spinning, "Who gave you confidence? The old orc who called himself the Lich King? Or Kiljadan, who was isolated from outside Azeroth?"

The manic Alsace finally calmed down a lot under the comfort of Ilushia. When he heard that the Lich King was an orc, he held the warhammer in his hand tightly again.

‘It’s the orc who is messing around again?’

Marganis knew that it was not good when he saw Arthas's expression change, and his mission might be failure.

Marganis is not afraid of death. At worst, he will return to the twisted void and resurrect, but in the event of the mission failure... the punishment of the Burning Legion is definitely more difficult than death.

"The Lich King has long been free from the limitations of the mortal body and has drawn a clear line with the orcs. Now he is the undead master who commands the Scourge Legion!"

"The plague food has already flowed throughout Lordaeron, and this country is no longer saved. If you don't want to be implicated, you'd better..."

Andrea condensed the energy of the Holy Light Cage, turned into countless apertures to tie Malganis up and dragged him to himself.

"Note your words, little bat."

A holy light bullet made the face covered, and the highly compressed energy made Marganis scream in a shrill voice. The only moving bald head swayed left and right, which seemed very painful.

Arthas was in a very complicated mood at this time. After calming down, he realized that Marganis had been teasing him with words before, making him unable to think and judge calmly, and was always played with by the other party in the palm of his hand during the battle.

However, the powerful enemy that Alsace was invincible in his mind was rounded and pinched like a toy in the hands of this night elf. This psychological gap made it difficult for Alsace, who had been smooth sailing since childhood.

"So I am so weak? Didn't my father say I am a genius?"

Andrea still had questions to interrogate the big bat, and knocked the incredible Marganis out of the spot and prepared to take it back for a slow interrogation.

"etc!"

Seeing that Andrea was about to take Malganis away, Arthas hurriedly stood up to stop him.

"Speaker Moon Shadow, Marganis has caused immeasurable damage to Lordaeron, and he must be brought back to Lordaeron for trial."

Andrea nodded to Artsas and said, "Yes, but this guy is useful. You can't let him die easily for the time being. Please forgive me."

"this……"

Thinking of the hundreds of thousands of people who died of the plague in Stansom and Andorhal, Alsace wanted to cut Malganis into pieces.

But he had to consider Andrea's opinion, after all, the other party was the boss with supreme power in the powerful and ancient country on the other side of the sea.

"Alsace..."

Ilushia pulled La Alsace's sleeve and signaled him to give in temporarily.

"Huh~"

Arthas adjusted his breathing "Okay, but I hope Speaker Yueying tells me where is the mastermind behind the name of the Lich King?"

Seeing the stubborn expression on Arthas's face, Andrea frowned, "Dalaran's response wizard is outside. Wait for us to return to the Royal City of Lordaeron, I will naturally tell King Terenas about the future, why should the prince be so anxious?"

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

Ilushia was surprised "Alsace?!"

Gently touched Ilushia's long silver hair, Alsace said firmly, "The Scourge has caused great damage to my country. If we cannot destroy them in one go, maybe a second, a third, or even more Marganis will appear."

The name of the Demon King Andrea just read out, Arthas remembered it in mind. Obviously, there is more than one such twisted and deformed monster.

Moreover, Arthas had a knot in his heart at this time. He had a tough attitude before, and had dismissed his mentor Uther. Before he achieved results, he had no face to go back to face the two elders.

‘So hard-headed?’

Andrea had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "I can tell you, but the Lich King is in the distant Northrend continent. Without King Terenas to arrange a ship for you, how can you continue to go north to sea?"

Arthas smiled confidently, "This is easy to deal with. Stantosom is a port city. There are still a large number of merchant ships in the harbour in the city. With a little transformation, you can sail smoothly."

Andrea raised his eyebrows, "Neozu, he is well prepared. He did not destroy the ship that was pursuing the sea, and deliberately induce Alsace to continue northward."

Since Arthas said this, Andrea was not his person, and he did not have enough position to continue to stop him from pursuing revenge.

"Well, I will bring Marganis back to Lordaeron and tell King Terenas about the cause and effect of the matter."

Andrea looked at Ilushia. The girl clearly planned to accompany her all the way.

But Arthas struggled to push his girlfriend out of her arms. "Ilushia, you should also return to Dalaran and report the situation to Master Antonidas himself. The bitter and cold north is not suitable for you."

"but……"

Arthas kissed the anxious Ilushia on the forehead, "Don't worry, I'm fine. The reinforcements of my father should arrive soon. I will definitely kill the Lich King with my own hands and avenge the tragic death of Lordaeron."

Arthas's determination was determined, and the successive blows made him eager to use victory to regain his lost self-confidence.

In his opinion, no matter how strong the Lich King is, he cannot resist the impact of thousands of troops, and the holy light can play a great role in the undead. Andrea had already shown the effect in reality.

However, Arthas did not consider that the resurrected undead of Stantosom was just a brainless low-level zombie, which was completely incomparable to the elite undead under Ner's men.

Andrea can control a large number of low-level undead with one blow, which does not mean that he can rush into the Frozen Throne and Kai Wushuang, at least he will never be able to do it before he reaches the level of the True God.

Marganis, who rolled his eyes in his hand, watched Alsace take a boat sailing, and Andrea touched his chin with some concern.
Chapter completed!