I walk in the world, representing another great existence, and that great existence is me.

Is it ridiculous? Maybe, or not.

When I face to face, it is not the so-called clonal replica, nor the so-called differentiation of consciousness and soul, but the self derived from the same origin. What does it feel like when face to face?

Looking in the mirror? Or, it is called self-reflection...

The only one who knows oneself best is always the only one. When one can examine oneself from the perspective of a second or third party, it means that one will no longer allow mistakes. God’s perfection is actually more than just a full objective consciousness?

If you don’t become a god, that feeling will be indescribable.

"Gianna, why, I always feel a little uneasy in my heart?"

Late at night, Alsace was wearing a thin, close-fitting dress and wandering in front of the bed, looking anxious.

The beauty lying on the bed half-wrapped her body with a quilt, some beautiful and tender white appeared and was quite charming, and it made people think of it. Isn’t it Princess Jaina Prodmore?

Don't doubt their intimacy. If Arthas, who was young at that time, had not learned to face up to his feelings, they would have been married several years ago.

Parents on both sides are happy to see this situation.

"Alsace, don't worry. Darren has controlled the situation, what else can I worry about? Besides, this new epidemic is believed that the Kenreto Parliament, who obtained the sample, will soon develop an antidote."

The terror of the new epidemic has been analyzed by pharmacists. Although the terrifying effect inference shocked every insider, the immunity of master-level professionals to the epidemic can bring some comfort to people. Moreover, Jaina, who has lived in Dalaran since childhood, has definitely not been able to understand Kenreto's firm belief in Kenreto.

As a member of the Kenreto Council, through various ancient documents, what else is there that Jaina has never seen before?

Even the legendary necromancer, or even those who attempt to turn themselves into necromancers, are not without Kenretto's council.

Although Jaina did not have the opportunity to participate in Dalaran's crazy God-making plan back then, she also understood it. Even if she could create "gods", would she still be afraid of a mere plague?

"Maybe, you're right."

Arthas shook his head, perhaps knowing that he was abrupt, or that he understood that there was no need for unreasonable worries. He threw all his worries behind him and saw Jaina's joy. In this situation, he finally turned into heat and burned his vibrant heart...

"Gianna..."

“Alsace…”

The falling curtain covers many spring scenery.

Maybe, this will be the last one before the rainstorm

"What's going on! You mean, similar cases have also occurred in the third district of Nancheng?!"

Darren, who was awakened by the guards from his sleep, hurriedly dressed in neat clothes and came to the Earl's Mansion Hall with red eyes.

The spacious hall, all the luxurious decorations were demolished, and after being reorganized simply, it completely turned into a very iron-blooded war hall style.

Prince Alsace may not like what local nobles like, especially those generals and officers of the Northern Expedition, including Darren Cialis, must not like it.

After scanning the two monsters that were held in a cage, it can be seen that they are not crazy yet and should be in the dying stage of the case. But that terrifying degree of decay is enough to make anyone frown.

Darren Cial was no exception. The eyebrows that entered his temples were like two cold knives, but the hilt was tightly pressed against the hilt of his right hand inadvertently against the hilt of the long sword hanging from his left waist. The young major general's lips were already a little pale.

"A total of the cases, how many cases will you say again. Also, how long has this been like this? To be honest..."

The voice was trembling, not because of fear of this monster with weak attack power, but because of the terrible consequences...

If all residents of Stantamom were infected with this strange disease. If, the disease began to spread out...

A small leader of a city guard swallowed his saliva and glanced at the monster curled up in the cage again in fear. His tone was even worse than that of Darren.

"Three, more than three hundred and eighty, and there are more than three hundred and eighty in the third area alone! The first case was discovered at midnight. At that time, the man was even crazy and actually attacked the city guards! You know, such things are always less likely to be discovered at night...control... The group of patrol soldiers didn't care at that time, until... until..."

The little leader of the city guard had a little crying voice. I don’t know if he was afraid of Darren’s anger or thought of something terrible.

"It was not until someone in the group of guards who were accidentally injured that had a disease! It was not until things could not be controlled and even expanded in full swing! You came to me! Is that right!!!"

Darren roared angrily, his eyes flushed red, like a hungry tiger. From depressed to angry, he even wished he could cut the local army corporal with one sword.

Oh my God! There are more than 380 areas! How can I control this! As the nominal deputy military commander of Stantosom, he has only received the news until now! What does this mean? It means that there are clearly some people in the senior management of the City Guards deliberately conceal it!

After all, the Northern Expedition Army was limited in number and were all exhausted. In addition to sending people to patrol regularly in the temporary garrison and around the Earl's Mansion, the city's surveillance was still the same as the city defense army that swore allegiance to the prince in the afternoon!

But now, such a big mess has emerged...

Darren sat down on the chair in dejectedly, and his personal guards all looked at each other.

"Sir, do you want to notify the prince..."

A major of the Northern Expedition Army, also one of Darren's confidants, stepped out to Seer and leaned over and asked.

Because the Earl's Mansion is quite large and there are sound-silence arrays arranged in the bedroom, as long as it is not earth-shaking or specially going to inform, even if there is a quarrel outside, Alsace will not know. The premise is that he does not actively release his perception...

But in this case, Darren watched him and Jaina enter the bedroom with his own eyes. As a normal man, how could he always keep excessive alert? The elites of the Northern Expedition Army were concentrated in the Earl's Mansion. Safety is not a problem at all, let alone Locke's powerful door god...

"No!"

After a little distracted, Darren immediately rejected the major's proposal.

Regardless of the stunned major, Darren stood up from his seat with his eyes narrowed, as if he had regained his enthusiasm - perhaps, it was the madness of the silence.

"You can't let the prince know! Someone will always bear the sin! The prince has already suffered too much responsibility before, and it's my turn this time."

"Sheit, go and notify the brothers in the military zone and ask them to come here to gather. Come quickly! Come and take these guys down!"

Darren coldly ordered that before the city guards carrying the cage reacted, they were knocked unconscious and captured by several elite soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army guarding around them.

The major, called Shett, also had his eyes slightly wet, and he hurriedly retreated. Of course, he understood what Darren was going to do.

"Whoever will tell the prince rashly what happened here is better if you have any other handles in the future. "

Looking around coldly, Darren's tone was not friendly.

However, the soldiers around the Northern Expedition Army looked at him with admiration and a little touching...

"Swear to be loyal to the prince and to be loyal to the major general!"

No one is a fool...

For these soldiers, the way to control the plague in the middle is never as complicated as that of the mages...

"Gianna, somehow, I always feel something bad."

"Well? Arthas, you're too careful, go to bed. What big thing will happen at this time? Didn't Seer just report safety through magic transmission? You really have to wake people up in the middle of the night to patrol. So Seer has no complaints."

"...Maybe, but..."

"Okay, okay. Look, Seer will never deceive you. Even if he will deceive you, can I deceive you? Even if we all deceive you, your own spiritual consciousness will never deceive yourself..."

"Gianna, sorry, I don't doubt you, let alone... just...ah, let's sleep, it's still late at night, I haven't enjoyed this kind of peace for a long time."

"Sleep, Alsace. I have been in a long time, and I haven't enjoyed the taste of dreams..."

"Maybe, for us, any unnecessary rest is a luxury. This is a kind of sorrow, and isn't it a bargaining chip above others?"

In front of the Alsace bedroom, Locke was wearing heavy steel armor, blocking the intersection meticulously like a disciple.

From time to time, fluctuating his body, allowing a small door to isolate two completely different worlds.

"God said that there is no difference between good or evil, everything is done as you wish. Arthas, you should thank me and yourself..."

"My Lord, the God of War, the punishment... praise you!"

At the end of the passage, hurried steps suddenly came. Several maids did not know how to avoid the patrol guards and walked straight towards the prince's bedroom.

The maids had a little dull eyes, as if they had no will of their own, and were like walking corpses.

Their empty eyes seemed to have not seen Locke like a door god.

Lock opened his eyes that were originally closed as if he was resting, his pupils were purple, making his already resolute face look even more heroic.

He raised his hand and pointed at the maid's place. The uninvited guests immediately disappeared and melted like ice cubes falling into boiling water...

"The prey of my God does not allow pagans to blaspheme. It is just a minimal means to control it with hatred and self-blame..."

Lock murmured to himself, closing his eyes again, as if nothing had happened...

At the same time, the cold wind whistled over the Northrend continent again.

However, in the Dragon Bone Wilderness, the soldiers of the Dragon Milling Legion no longer shrank, but roared proudly towards the direction of the Ice Crown Glacier. I don’t know what kind of support they have, and they seem full of confidence...

At this moment, in order to respond to the invisible anger of Naozu, a loud dragon roar sounded, especially long...

"So, what questions do you have now!"

The hut that is not very bright and transparent is at best only a dozen meters in length. Although from the perspective of humans, such a thatched house is not small, in Mogaole, this can only be described as narrow.

But in such a small thatched hut, at least twenty people gathered. Almost half of them were burly orcs and magnificents who were three meters away, or even more than four meters tall, while the rest half should never live in peace with those orcs - members of the alliance!

There are dwarves, gnomes, elves... and even, there is the only human.

Scratched between two majestic taurens, Zhuge Qingtian felt cold sweat in his heart, just wanting to curse himself.

I have questions! Of course I have questions! Oh my God, the old woman behind the curtain must be crazy. She actually wanted them to assassinate Kane Bloodhoof! This is completely seeking death!

Kane Bloodhoof, the chief of the Taurus clan, the supreme leader of the Thunder Cliff, is a famous strong man even in the warlike tribe! Zhuge Qingtian cannot understand Kane's true strength. S-level? S-level? All of this is a mystery to him. Even, he is not very clear about the level of strength in the plot. The only thing he knows is that he should be a high-level pro, or a master-level - if all confiscated props are included.

But no matter what, how could he push Kane down just by relying on these mixed fish and shrimps around him that most of them were even worse than him? It was crazy, that person must be crazy.

Just when almost all the members of the alliance looked very pale and even showed strong fear, the dozen orcs and the Taurus cried in unison.

"No doubt, I am willing to contribute everything to the terrifying totem!"
To be continued...