Chapter 371 369. Paladin Steve (End 3)
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Shi San Zi He Shang
Chapter 371 369. Paladin Steve (End 3)
Hearing the prince's words, the hesitant and frightened citizens breathed a sigh of relief, but...the cruelty is yet to come.
Adams quietly appeared beside 'Steve' and nodded.
"But I'm sorry!"
"Today...is destined to be Stratholme, a dark day for this 'Holy City'."
"And today, it is also doomed that a considerable number of people will die!"
Wow, the crowd trembled again.
"I'm sorry!" As he said, 'Steve' shook his head, "After my elite assassin team lost more than half of their lives, they divided the plague-infected into three groups, mild, moderate, and severe. By."
crowd:……
A few days ago, the black-clothed corpse that inexplicably appeared beside the city wall or in a dark corner was an intelligence assassin of His Highness the Prince?
"I can only tell you with regret that the heavily infected...even if Archbishop Alonsus Faol is resurrected, there is probably nothing he can do." 'Steve' shook his head.
Yes, the Archbishop is dead.
The crowd convulsed again.
Archbishop Alonsus Fao!
You may have no feelings for the missionaries, and you may not remember the names of all the saints, but you will definitely know the name 'Alonsus Faol'.
In Dalaran a long time ago, a missionary of Lordaeron threw a copper coin into the fountain pool and made a wish: [I hope that one day I can spread the way of the Holy Light to the common people, and Teach them the meaning of the three virtues. 】
This missionary is Alonsus Faol, later the archbishop of Stratholme Cathedral in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a friend of Anduin Lothar, the founder of the Paladin profession and the Knights of the Silver Hand.
After the victory in the war against the Horde, Alonsus Faol raised a large amount of funds to build the Cathedral of Light in the newly rebuilt Stormwind City.In order to commemorate his dedication to the Church of Holy Light and his contribution to the reconstruction of the Stormwind Kingdom, a statue of Alonsus Faol was erected in front of the Cathedral of Light.
This person who dedicated his life to the Holy Light has spread the spirit of the paladin to every part of Azeroth, and will pass it on forever.
He fulfilled the wish on the original coin and is a well-deserved saint.
Not to mention, the people living here in Stratholme have long regarded Alonsus Faol as their spiritual leader.
If the old man was still there, today's demons wreaking havoc with the plague would never have happened.
It's just that 'Steve' doesn't know that if the plot goes according to the development, within a year or two... Alonsus Faol will be 'resurrected'.
During the Scourge invasion, the plague infected the lands of Lordaeron.From the tomb of Alonsus Faol, a mindless zombie was born.This was just an accident at first, even the generals of the natural disaster did not realize that there was such a person among the members of the natural disaster.
However, over time, Faol's own will recovered, and he hid and looked around for the survivors of Lordaeron.
Callia Menethil, the last living royal of Lordaeron, was found and secured by Faol.
This is the time for the second fool to resurrect the Scourge after the Lich King.
"I... can only save those who are mildly infected." 'Steve' shook his head, "This time there are only 500 mid-level paladins and priests, each of whom is guaranteed to fight against the undead. Under the premise, only five mildly infected people can be cured. So, there are only [-] people."
Crash——, the entire Stratholme was shocked.
"But don't worry, I have notified Wangcheng and Dalaran to speed up the production of holy water and potions. But we only have one day, how much we can save in one day... can only depend on the will of the 'Holy Light'!"
The citizens who gradually crowded towards the gate of the city were completely panicked.
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness! Are you going to abandon us?"
"4 people."
"God... how could this happen?"
"I want to live, I don't want to die... woo woo."
"Your Highness—help, help me!"
"We don't want to die!"
Sure enough, some people began to attack the army.They feel that the law does not blame the public? !
The personal guards took a sudden step forward, stabbing straight with the spears in their hands, "sud———" and fell to the ground in front of the formation.They never dreamed that His Royal Highness would actually kill them!
"Again, those who dare to approach the former will be killed-no-pardoned!!!" The attendant raised his long sword and shouted.
He had to say this.
Prince can't say.
The pot must be carried by him!
"you……"
'Steve' stood out from the crowd: "I don't ask you, everyone can understand the current crisis situation in the kingdom, and even the entire continent. I can only say that this time, only our group of people came to support .I can only tell you that today...no one can leave Stratholme!"
"I will never allow any infected person who may become an undead to leave and harm the compatriots outside."
"call……"
'Steve' let out a long breath.
"You think I'm cruel, and you may hate me, but... I... have no choice. I will do my best to treat you, but... I am also mentally prepared for mass death."
"And—here, in this city, there is a horse-riding 'Dreadlord'... a guy named Mal'Ganis, leading his team of demons, is accelerating the transformation of infected people into 'undead' 'the process of!"
"At the moment when I explained to you, inside—, deep in the city... some of your relatives and friends have become undead and are slaughtering humans."
"But I... have to explain it to you here!"
"Really, there is not much time left for me to solve this plague!"
After finishing speaking, 'Steve' took a sharp breath and roared loudly!
"While I want to explain the current crisis to you, I also have to fight for time with Mal'Ganis! My side is saving people, and his side is killing people. My healing speed is slow, and their transformation speed is fast!"
"The transformed undead will kill innocent citizens. There may be your relatives and friends among them!"
"And every extra undead will bring a point of pressure to my team, and one more soldier will die!!!"
"Yes, they can die! Because that is the end they are destined to face as soldiers. Since they became your 'protector gods', they have the responsibility to protect you and kill the enemy!"
"This is their mission and their glory!"
"Today, soldiers are destined to die!"
"But their death is worthwhile, they are heroes!"
"And now, every citizen of Stratholme present, you will also be heroes! Yes, you can also be heroes, and of course you can also choose to be bears!"
"The whole city has been poisoned, deadly poison!"
"Go!"
"If you don't want your highly infected relatives to become dirty and ugly undead, go fetch a bowl of well water and feed them to drink."
"It hurts, but within 1 minute ... it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Of course, you can also choose not to do it!"
"Our soldiers came today to kill the undead, this is their responsibility!"
"As for the moderately infected people, drink it or not...it's up to you."
(End of this chapter)
Hearing the prince's words, the hesitant and frightened citizens breathed a sigh of relief, but...the cruelty is yet to come.
Adams quietly appeared beside 'Steve' and nodded.
"But I'm sorry!"
"Today...is destined to be Stratholme, a dark day for this 'Holy City'."
"And today, it is also doomed that a considerable number of people will die!"
Wow, the crowd trembled again.
"I'm sorry!" As he said, 'Steve' shook his head, "After my elite assassin team lost more than half of their lives, they divided the plague-infected into three groups, mild, moderate, and severe. By."
crowd:……
A few days ago, the black-clothed corpse that inexplicably appeared beside the city wall or in a dark corner was an intelligence assassin of His Highness the Prince?
"I can only tell you with regret that the heavily infected...even if Archbishop Alonsus Faol is resurrected, there is probably nothing he can do." 'Steve' shook his head.
Yes, the Archbishop is dead.
The crowd convulsed again.
Archbishop Alonsus Fao!
You may have no feelings for the missionaries, and you may not remember the names of all the saints, but you will definitely know the name 'Alonsus Faol'.
In Dalaran a long time ago, a missionary of Lordaeron threw a copper coin into the fountain pool and made a wish: [I hope that one day I can spread the way of the Holy Light to the common people, and Teach them the meaning of the three virtues. 】
This missionary is Alonsus Faol, later the archbishop of Stratholme Cathedral in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a friend of Anduin Lothar, the founder of the Paladin profession and the Knights of the Silver Hand.
After the victory in the war against the Horde, Alonsus Faol raised a large amount of funds to build the Cathedral of Light in the newly rebuilt Stormwind City.In order to commemorate his dedication to the Church of Holy Light and his contribution to the reconstruction of the Stormwind Kingdom, a statue of Alonsus Faol was erected in front of the Cathedral of Light.
This person who dedicated his life to the Holy Light has spread the spirit of the paladin to every part of Azeroth, and will pass it on forever.
He fulfilled the wish on the original coin and is a well-deserved saint.
Not to mention, the people living here in Stratholme have long regarded Alonsus Faol as their spiritual leader.
If the old man was still there, today's demons wreaking havoc with the plague would never have happened.
It's just that 'Steve' doesn't know that if the plot goes according to the development, within a year or two... Alonsus Faol will be 'resurrected'.
During the Scourge invasion, the plague infected the lands of Lordaeron.From the tomb of Alonsus Faol, a mindless zombie was born.This was just an accident at first, even the generals of the natural disaster did not realize that there was such a person among the members of the natural disaster.
However, over time, Faol's own will recovered, and he hid and looked around for the survivors of Lordaeron.
Callia Menethil, the last living royal of Lordaeron, was found and secured by Faol.
This is the time for the second fool to resurrect the Scourge after the Lich King.
"I... can only save those who are mildly infected." 'Steve' shook his head, "This time there are only 500 mid-level paladins and priests, each of whom is guaranteed to fight against the undead. Under the premise, only five mildly infected people can be cured. So, there are only [-] people."
Crash——, the entire Stratholme was shocked.
"But don't worry, I have notified Wangcheng and Dalaran to speed up the production of holy water and potions. But we only have one day, how much we can save in one day... can only depend on the will of the 'Holy Light'!"
The citizens who gradually crowded towards the gate of the city were completely panicked.
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness! Are you going to abandon us?"
"4 people."
"God... how could this happen?"
"I want to live, I don't want to die... woo woo."
"Your Highness—help, help me!"
"We don't want to die!"
Sure enough, some people began to attack the army.They feel that the law does not blame the public? !
The personal guards took a sudden step forward, stabbing straight with the spears in their hands, "sud———" and fell to the ground in front of the formation.They never dreamed that His Royal Highness would actually kill them!
"Again, those who dare to approach the former will be killed-no-pardoned!!!" The attendant raised his long sword and shouted.
He had to say this.
Prince can't say.
The pot must be carried by him!
"you……"
'Steve' stood out from the crowd: "I don't ask you, everyone can understand the current crisis situation in the kingdom, and even the entire continent. I can only say that this time, only our group of people came to support .I can only tell you that today...no one can leave Stratholme!"
"I will never allow any infected person who may become an undead to leave and harm the compatriots outside."
"call……"
'Steve' let out a long breath.
"You think I'm cruel, and you may hate me, but... I... have no choice. I will do my best to treat you, but... I am also mentally prepared for mass death."
"And—here, in this city, there is a horse-riding 'Dreadlord'... a guy named Mal'Ganis, leading his team of demons, is accelerating the transformation of infected people into 'undead' 'the process of!"
"At the moment when I explained to you, inside—, deep in the city... some of your relatives and friends have become undead and are slaughtering humans."
"But I... have to explain it to you here!"
"Really, there is not much time left for me to solve this plague!"
After finishing speaking, 'Steve' took a sharp breath and roared loudly!
"While I want to explain the current crisis to you, I also have to fight for time with Mal'Ganis! My side is saving people, and his side is killing people. My healing speed is slow, and their transformation speed is fast!"
"The transformed undead will kill innocent citizens. There may be your relatives and friends among them!"
"And every extra undead will bring a point of pressure to my team, and one more soldier will die!!!"
"Yes, they can die! Because that is the end they are destined to face as soldiers. Since they became your 'protector gods', they have the responsibility to protect you and kill the enemy!"
"This is their mission and their glory!"
"Today, soldiers are destined to die!"
"But their death is worthwhile, they are heroes!"
"And now, every citizen of Stratholme present, you will also be heroes! Yes, you can also be heroes, and of course you can also choose to be bears!"
"The whole city has been poisoned, deadly poison!"
"Go!"
"If you don't want your highly infected relatives to become dirty and ugly undead, go fetch a bowl of well water and feed them to drink."
"It hurts, but within 1 minute ... it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Of course, you can also choose not to do it!"
"Our soldiers came today to kill the undead, this is their responsibility!"
"As for the moderately infected people, drink it or not...it's up to you."
(End of this chapter)
