Spearman's Fate

Suddenly, Lancer asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with this matter, but Alsace didn't know how to answer it for a while, but luckily Lancer didn't really ask the question, he directly stated his answer .

"Because of the number of humans! With the huge population base, more heroes were born. They are weaker than other races, but they surpass those powerful races through their own efforts, and then they use themselves as a beacon to illuminate the progress of mankind. They have guided those ordinary people who are weak and do not know right from wrong to survive! Then I ask you again, who can become a 'lighthouse' to guide everyone!"

Usually Lancer is always taciturn, he is like a diligent behind-the-scenes worker, always silently helping everyone, and even when chatting with others, he can't see the feeling of a "legendary hero" at all, on the contrary Like an ordinary person, but suddenly broke out at this time, he told everyone that he was not really as talkative as everyone imagined.

And Alsace, who was the main target of Lancer, didn't know what to say for a while. He first glanced at Uther, then at Lancer, hesitating for a few seconds...

"it's me?"

"That's right! It's you! No matter how strong Uther is, he is only the leader of the neutral organization, the Silver Hand. If he has no other choice, he can naturally, but now you are here! You are the prince of Lordaeron. It is because of your existence that the city has not completely fallen into chaos. Everyone trusts you, whether it is your teacher, your soldiers or me before! But you let us all down! "

There is no doubt that Alsace is a proud and self-confident person, his sunny smile is his symbol, but the quagmire of Stratholme made him feel at a loss, and his experiments failed again and again. In the end, he fell into the final hysteria after all the smooth sailing. At this moment, Lancer's words were undoubtedly telling him 'you are important'.

But even if he knew about it, he was still at a loss, he didn't know what he should do...

With a face full of pain, he covered his head with his hands and let out a hysterical growl. Even Uther, who was stabbed by him before, couldn't bear it. In his opinion, Lancer's actions seemed to be deliberately attacking Alsace. The weakness is average, but he doesn't know what to do, so he can only choose to trust Lancer in the end.

He is obviously the most holy knight in Azeroth. During the Second Orc War, he was so dazzling. He could see the situation clearly and issue the most suitable orders no matter what the battle situation was. When he was optimistic about his disciples, he fell into confusion.

After the venting roar ended, his eyes gradually lost focus, giving the impression that a salted fish on deck had lost all his dreams.

Lancer knew that his goal had been achieved.

Of course, his purpose is not just to destroy Alsace's heart, but to 'bedding'.

"Didn't you ask Uther what to do before? Now I'll tell you my answer—I will do everything, even if my limbs are mutilated, even if I am cursed by others, even if I am feared by others, I will do everything." Keep going till the end!"

"So what if... we still failed? What about the dreadlord who succeeded? He turned everyone in Stratholme into undead?"

"Then kill them all!"

Lancer's answer without hesitation made Alsace realize the biggest gap between himself and Lancer. When he said "kill all the plague-infected people", he almost fell into hysteria. For him, there is no way , but Lancer was extremely calm when he said this sentence. To him, it seemed that all this could not shake him at all.

Is he really emotionless?

No, the previous communication is enough to see that Lancer sincerely hopes to save the people infected by the plague.

"There are tens of thousands of people in the city of Stratholme. If we fail in the end, it means that we have to face tens of thousands of undead. Even your soldiers will be resurrected after death, but———— -so what!"

"Here are the most elite paladins and priests of the Silver Hand! There are the most elite soldiers of Lordaeron! Since they will be turned into undead when they die, let them all survive! Do you think that the people standing in front of you Who is it? Are you underestimating me, or Uther?! There are only tens of thousands of undead, and I will kill them all for you to see!"

Lancer's words are undoubtedly a shot in the arm. Indeed, what he is afraid of is that tens of thousands of undead will invade the surrounding area. You must know that the people living around are basically ordinary people. Once they are attacked and die, the threat of undead will expand. It was telling him—even if it failed, someone could solve it all.

But before he could be happy, Lancer's next words made his heart feel heavy again.

"At that time, the only thing you need to do, or the only thing you can do is to remember all this, remember your weakness and incompetence, carry all this and move forward again, you know, this will be the nightmare of your life , every time you close your eyes, you will think of countless people you can't save! This is the price of your decision to become a 'hero'! Tell me now—————————— Are you willing to gamble your future!"

There is no doubt that the 'future' that Lancer described to him is more terrifying than he imagined.

but------

"I am willing!"

It is obviously a more terrifying "future" than he imagined before, but Alsace did not hesitate, because the only reason he was desperate was because he was at a loss, and in his opinion, the only thing he could do was to bear it alone. All of this, but at this time Lancer told him that he was not without choice.

Even if he is covered in bruises, even if he still fails in the end, at least he can bear the 'curse' of everyone without complaint or regret, because this is his own choice, not a 'helpless choice'.

"very good."

"Crack~"

As Lancer let go of his hand, Alsace fell directly to the ground, but he was lying on the ground showing a smile instead.

Sitting up with one hand propped up, he patted the dust off his body, and scanned his surroundings with firm eyes.

There is no doubt that he looked a bit embarrassed at this time, but everyone didn't look down on him because of this, because they knew Alsace's decision, and they already knew what he would bear for this decision.

"Do you still want my order? Everyone return to their posts! We will fight until the last moment!!"

It was clear that there was a road that might lead to a 'nightmare' in front of them, but everyone put their hands on their chests without hesitation.

"Yes!!!"

As everyone left the command room in this way, Alsace gave Uther a last look with a complicated expression, and then suddenly bowed at 90°.

"Sorry, teacher, I overstepped before, please continue to help me."

Looking at Alsace who bowed deeply, Uther's expression became extremely complicated at this time.

"certainly……"

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After everyone left, Uther sat directly on the chair as if he had been exhausted.

I just don't know if it's because my disciple said he wanted to "slaughter the city", or because Lancer finally "persuaded" my disciple, or because he regretted that he didn't do anything...

Uther, who was sitting on the chair, seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

"Lance, did I... did something wrong?"

Without raising his head, Uther knew that Lancer had come to his side, so he spoke directly, and Lancer sat beside him with a blank expression.

"Yes, you are wrong."

In fact, Lancer has always wondered why Arthas, who was a disciple of Uther, eventually became the Lich King, and now he finally knows why, because Uther is so perfect, but his 'perfect' ' But not for nothing.

Up to this point, he has experienced countless difficulties that people can't imagine. Although Alsace has inherited all his excellent qualities under his teaching, he has not experienced tempering, just like a rootless weed. At one point the wind and waves were completely blown away.