Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I pioneered a divine kingdom of faith.

Chapter 361 God Loves the World and Suppresses Heresy

"Cough cough... These lowly people have no idea what dignity is! These good-for-nothings..."

Anastarian stood inside the tower, his clothes stained with blood.

The sight was shocking to everyone present.

The king has now gone mad, and on top of that, he was so angry that he vomited blood.

I estimate that not many of them have a good chance of survival.

He might die before the war ends.

Just as everyone was silent, a report came from outside.

"Your Majesty, Minister Darkan has betrayed us, and nearly ten thousand elven soldiers have been slaughtered by the Scourge..."

"What did you say?"

"Your Majesty, Darkan revealed all the defensive structures of a certain city to the enemy, causing widespread casualties..."

"puff……"

Anastarian's vision went black; he finally couldn't hold on any longer, vomited blood, and fainted.

People nearby rushed forward to help him up.

And as Anastarian's heir... Kael'thas has ascended to the throne!!!

Cough cough, another idiot.

However, this seemingly foolish man was not actually stupid. After reviewing the latest intelligence, he decisively chose to contact the alliance.

Regardless of any price offered by the other party.

He would be willing to take on any of it.

As long as the safety of the people can be guaranteed.

This letter, which seemed to abandon its dignity and plead with allies, was made public by the royal family.

Although some people feel upset.

But he won the hearts of many people, because the new king at least cared for his people.

If you persevere, you will surely achieve victory.

Magical letters are transmitted very quickly.

It takes about three hours to get there.

In addition, there's the time needed for the other party to discuss things, and for both sides to reach an agreement; all of these take time.

According to Kael'thas's deduction.

If they can hold out for five days, Quel'Thalas will be saved.

But can they really hold on?

Kael'thas was somewhat confused!

Time passed by, and about six hours later...

The first letter has arrived.

The above content is quite bizarre, requiring neither magical power nor elven resources.

Lordaeron is actually going to proselytize.

All high elves must join the Cult of Eternity.

The ancestor of all gods.

Furthermore, several elves will be selected from among the high elves to serve as goddesses.

"What do you think about this?"

Kael'thas delivered the letter to the ministers and elders.

Everyone looked at each other.

Who is the progenitor of all gods?

"Your Highness, please reconsider. If the enemy is truly some terrifying monster, we cannot withstand it..."

"Yes, generally speaking, those who claim to be gods are not good people."

"That's how we feel too, and to demand some kind of goddess is clearly just preparing to be an evil sacrifice!"

Faced with a heated discussion where everyone was talking at once.

Kael'thas only said one sentence.

"Do we still have a choice?"

A deathly silence fell over the meeting room.

They are already struggling to survive on their own. Even if they were asked to make an even more terrible request, could they refuse?

Kael'thas calmly said, "How long can we hold out? A month or two? And what can we do during that time?"

The Emperor's maintenance of the High Elves' arrogance has already offended many people.

That arrogance is extremely annoying to humans.

Even though we have a long history, let us not forget why Silvermoon City was born.

The soldiers outside are waiting for our news!

Choosing to form an alliance would undoubtedly boost morale significantly and provide the necessary support.

Even if the opponent is an evil god, who can save us from our current predicament?

Quel'Thalas is located at the top of the continent, and there are no other forces nearby except for the trolls.

Dwelling on past glories.

Now, however, they have fallen into a desperate situation.

How tragic.

Whether to await extermination or choose to surrender to Lordaeron is a serious question.

There is not much time left for them.

Finally, seeing that no one objected, Kael'thas issued an order.

The solution is to agree to all of Lordaeron's demands.

This included sacrificing spirits and converting residents to a religion.

On the coastal border of Quel'Thalas.

A caravan of undead was escorting a group of elves toward the sea.

What awaits them is endless torment.

Sylvanas finally awoke after being in a coma for five days.

The power within his body was completely unusable.

It was sealed away by dark magic.

I've become a prisoner myself. If my older sister and younger sister knew, they would be very sad.

The boats were made from animal bones and wood.

They were escorted by a band of undead knights, but no one could have imagined it.

This group of people is being controlled.

"Hurry up, we must send these elves to Northrend to be crafted into exquisite artifacts at the throne."

Sylvanas looked at the sky in despair, wishing someone could save her.

Just then, a voice came from afar.

"Halt! You hideous undead!"

Along with the sound came a powerful arrow of light.

Battle is imminent.

However, for some reason, these seemingly invincible undead were no match for these human soldiers.

"Miss Elf, are you alright?"

Arthas looked at Sylvanas kneeling on the ground with a smile and said this while untying the ropes binding her.

"Who are you?"

"The prince of Lordaeron has been pursuing the matter of the Scourge. Although it is regrettable that your king rejected our proposal, this is the border."

I didn't cross the line, did I?

"No, no, thank you, Your Highness. If it weren't for your appearance, we would have all been sent away, and might have been turned into twisted, mindless undead."

I recall the terrifying appearance of the dead.

Even Sylvanas trembled with fear.

With the explanation from nearby soldiers, the elves finally understood.

It turns out that after the Scourge was driven out of Lordaeron, they had been lingering in this area, but their king was too arrogant at the time.

They simply won't listen to what others say.

This ultimately led to these disasters.

This group of spirits was small, only sixteen in number; the rest were dead.

After all, he wanted to act.

Too many people won't work.

While they were chatting, Sylvanas asked the prince before her to help her country.

Unfortunately, Arthas said, "This is not in line with the life of your king. He said that the higher beings disdain to associate with us humans."

"Calling me a blood-sucking mosquito will only drain your blood."

Upon hearing this, all the elves lowered their heads in shame.

Sylvanas said apologetically, "I'm sorry, that's just how our king is. But we are different, and I will repay you if I have the chance in the future."

"No need to repay me. Lordaeron is a nation that worships the progenitor of the gods, whose teachings are to love humanity and to love life."

I just did what I was supposed to do.

"The progenitor of all gods?"

"Yes, a great god surpassing even the Titans! Our power comes from the god! Otherwise, dealing with these undead wouldn't be so easy!"

Through Arthas's account, these elves heard the name of the progenitor of the gods for the first time.

Despite having doubts in my heart.

But the opponent's strength doesn't lie.

Perhaps humanity has truly obtained the power of a great deity.

Just as Arthas was giving his speech and demonstrating his power, a magical letter appeared before him.

"Hmm? This is truly good news! Your king has agreed to the alliance and has even permitted the entire population to worship the progenitor of all gods!"

"What? That can't be right."

Sylvanas snatched the letter and began to read it.

It not only bears the royal seal, but also Prince Kael'thas's name and the signatures of several ministers.

Not only that, the other side also demanded that Lordaeron send troops as soon as possible.

It wasn't until she saw Kael'thas's father coughing up blood and falling into a coma that she understood what had happened.

Arthas addressed his soldiers, "Prepare to march! We're going to support this nation that worships gods!"

"roar!!!"

"Kill those trolls; the believers in the gods must not die anymore."

Sylvanas awoke from her shock and, seeing the army fully prepared for battle, asked directly, "Aren't we setting out now without waiting for the king's orders?"

Although the person in front of me is a prince of Lordaeron.

But the military can't be mobilized arbitrarily.

Arthas, however, said to her, "God loves the world. Since the high elves of Quel'Thalas believe in God, I don't need to wait for my father's orders to take action! Come, ranger-general, you will lead the way."

"oh oh……"

Hearing that they could set off sooner, the beautiful female elf became excited.

After all, the sooner they could request reinforcements, the sooner they could save their hometown.

Arthas brought very few people, and together with the people stationed nearby, there were only three thousand.

But this small force opened the eyes of the high elves.

What is a meat grinder?

They finally saw it for themselves.

With the divine shield activated, he rode off on his horse.

The trolls, numbering in the thousands, were utterly no match for Arthas and his companions.

(End of this chapter)