The Death is taking off.

The remaining four ships of the cursed pirate Gaboa escorted the dark spaceship to the clouds, and disappeared into the sky of North County under the acceleration of the wind element.

Lothar took away all the elite undead he awakened, and also left with the black knights. Although Eredin and his brothers suffered heavy casualties, only one spellcaster, the black knight, survived to the end.

But the Black Spirit pirates' wish to do something big finally came true.

When today's news spreads around the world, the notoriety of the Black Knights, who are important participants in the incident, will resound throughout Azeroth, and no one will dare to regard them as a "moving treasure trove" anymore.

This is definitely news that makes people happy.

But for those who survived, today's events are not so joyful.

In the deathly silence of the North County Monastery, Holy Light Pope Faol was half-kneeling on the ground, gathering the broken hand bones of a deceased person next to its weathered remains.

Behind the Pope, the paladins were silently pouring holy water on the corpses. The liquid blessed by the holy light could dissipate the dark atmosphere on the bones, allowing them to rest in peace again.

But if you want to completely eliminate the possibility of these dead souls being resurrected, you must use flames to purify everything.

Of course, the dead who have only ashes left have no body that can be resurrected. Although they will be pulled up as resentful spirits, it is better than letting the living experience the despair of being completely surrounded by the undead again.

The bravest and most sincere paladins were filled with fear and despair at this time. Even the great knight Turalyon hid in the corner, buried his head in Lady Alleria's arms and cried silently.

It wasn't that he was frightened.

He was just severely shaken by today's failure.

He was heartbroken over his failure to prevent Marshal Lothar's corruption.

The same is true of Little Alsace.

He was injured.

The Lion-Hearted Slayer in his hand was shattered into pieces due to his reckless sword fight with Frostmourne and scattered on the ground. However, Arthas, who was hanging his arm with a bandage, still had to comfort his painful brother.

Varian's condition couldn't get any worse at this time.

He was tired and desperate, painful and angry. His body was covered with blood and he had to be sent back to Stormwind City immediately.

"I'll go too."

Little Jaina tried to board the carriage escorting Varian and the other wounded, but Arthas refused with a slightly indifferent gesture.

This was a situation that had never happened between the two of them before, leaving the little mage stunned on the spot.

But she reacted quickly.

She held her Ebony Cold staff, stared at Alsace who had his back turned to her, and said:

"Is it because of my brother? Do you hate me because I am his sister?"

"I don't!"

The little prince gritted his teeth and said something, then he reached out and closed the carriage door as if to escape.

The moment the door lock closed, he whispered:

"You and your family will definitely have a hard time in the future, and everyone in Kul Tiras may be criticized for this, but Jaina, be strong. When I take care of Varian, I will go to you...

.

I will protect you from that bad guy.

I swear!"

"I..."

Jaina wanted to retort, but looking at the devastation around her, she really couldn't say anything. She could only watch in silence as the carriage in front of her drove away from North County, which was full of corpses.

When Black left Azeroth for Draenor, he told Jaina that he would do some things that looked evil to outsiders. He once said that he hoped that Jaina would not be like others and be deceived by what she saw with her eyes.

misleading.

But now, after personally experiencing the undead disaster in the North County Abbey, Jaina firmly believed in her brother, but she also had to doubt the necessity of Black's action.

If it is to help the world, is it really necessary to do this?

The little mage clenched her staff tightly, feeling depressed and complicated in her heart. Dalaran also suffered heavy losses today, and the human spellcasters lost their leader.

The death and resurrection of Master Antonidas will definitely be the second blow to Dalaran after the collapse of the city, which may even make Dalaran's magic faction unable to recover from the fall.

And the source of all this must be attributed to Black Shaw.

Alsace is right.

Once Black Shaw's true identity is revealed, she and her family will face terrible criticism and accusations, and even Kul Tiras will be affected by this...

"What are you thinking about? My daughter."

Dai Lin's tired and low voice sounded behind Jaina. The little mage turned back to look at her father who was covered in scars but still trying to smile at her. She pursed her lips, took a step forward, and hid in Dai Lin's arms.

The admiral also reached out and hugged his daughter. He seemed to feel the fear and uneasiness in Jaina's heart.

He whispered:

"Don't listen to those people's nonsense. We will be fine. I will not allow you to live in a world where you are criticized, and Kul Tiras will not bow to vicious rumors."

"But father, if my brother's identity is exposed..."

Jaina said softly:

"How can we help him?"

"He still wants help?"

Dai Lin snorted and touched the painful scar on his cheek unhappily. He complained in a low voice:

"He is already powerful enough on his own, and he has also found an elf lover who is not inferior to him. As expected, this boy already has some of the charm I had when I was young.

As for identity exposure...

The person they want to accuse and insult is the damned pirate Blackshaw! What does it have to do with my son, your brother Derek Proudmoore?"

"but..."

Father's slightly shameless answer made the little mage's eyes widen. She raised her head and said to Dai Lin:

"But everyone knows it, how could this be hidden?"

"It would be fine if we didn't admit it."

Dai Lin laughed and patted his daughter on the head, saying:

"If they insist on finding evidence, let them question me face to face, or catch Blake Shaw and torture him to question the truth. If someone boring comes to ask you, do you know how to answer?"

"Um."

Little Gianna also smiled at her father's answer. She nodded vigorously and said:

"Those are two completely different people. To discuss a notorious pirate and His Highness the Prince of Kul Tiras who sacrificed their lives for the country together is an offense and provocation to Kul Tiras!

If anyone dares to ask me that, I will definitely teach them a lesson!"

"You are an amazing family."

The great knight passing by, Old Fording, heard this shocking question and answer and immediately couldn't help but complain. Compared to others, Old Fording's reaction to today's events was not that intense.

This is also normal.

Old Fording has always been a paladin known for his impartiality and independent thinking. He has his own understanding of the world and will not follow what others say.

"Come with me, Your Majesty Dai Lin."

Old Fording shook his head and said to Dai Lin:

"Your Majesty will hold a meeting in the monastery to discuss the issue of Marshal Lothar and Frostmourne."

"What's the discussion about?"

Dai Lin frowned and said:

"Before we find the weakness of the sword, there is no point in talking any more. Instead of wasting time, it is better to start preparing the army for war now. You also heard what Lothar said before leaving. He is going to Northern Xinjiang to teach those old men a lesson.

If we don't handle it well, what happened today is likely to happen again in Lordaeron, Stromgarde, and the Royal City of Gilneas."

"What we are talking about is Frostmourne's weakness."

Old Fording looked around and lowered his voice and said:

"Before you came to the Kingdom of Stormwind, there was an assassination by a demon in the Storm Fortress. The demon hunters and wardens captured a Dreadlord. Just now they sent the news.

During the torture of the Dreadlord, they discovered important information related to Frostmourne.

Lothar can still be saved!"

The great knight clenched his fists and then unclenched them. He pursed his lips and said:

"It is said that in order to become the complete Lich King, in addition to Frostmourne, Lothar also needs to get a crown war helmet. That war helmet is now in the hands of the devil...

If we can get it in advance, maybe we can bring Lothar back to us."

"Isn't it? Great Knight!"

Jaina widened her eyes and said:
To be continued...