Chapter Six, A Small Storm Caused by Butterflies.

On the other side, near the capital of Londor, under the brilliant sunshine, a gloomy middle-aged man is directing the workers in the farm center preparing for harvest, setting up peculiar platforms and some mysterious instruments. Next to the busy construction site, a three-legged iron pot big enough to hold a black bear is being carefully placed on the ground.

Dick understands very well how dangerous it is to be targeted by the big shots behind the scenes, but that's what makes it interesting, isn't it? The taste of changing history with one's own hands is so refreshing! Seeing Arthas' expression of interest, every cell in Dick's body seems to be singing, making him feel a little light-headed.

The farmer turned around and looked at the hired workers squatting next to the steaming pots, enjoying the aroma with contentment. Suddenly, he became furious and walked up to kick them.

Yes, after arriving in Andorhal, Arthas deliberately went to see those plague-infected beings who were isolated outside the walls of Andorhal. Walking corpses, evil aura, no pain, only passively chasing after anything living. The Scourge is truly a group of evil beings returned from hell!

I have obtained some information. Someone said... ... that this plague was caused by Brother Kel'Thuzad bringing along some rebellious mages. He also established a cult called the Cult of the Damned. Mentor, do you think this is possible?

After about ten minutes, Mr. Agamand smelled the magical powder with its unique fragrance. Although the green mist it emitted when boiled was somewhat intimidating, the scent itself was truly comforting. What a great thing! It really is a great thing!

On the other side, in Jaina's room, the mage miss is tinkering with an exquisite and mysterious device that looks like a strange thing made up of a large crystal and a complex engineering gear.

This is the most advanced magic research success in Dalaran, which requires experimentation within the borders of Lordaeron. If you don't believe it, you can send someone to Andorhal and the other farms in Brill to see. All of the farms there have been using this type of steamer since the beginning of this year.

At the next moment, the complex gears started to "click-clack" loudly. Before long, a projection-like image appeared above this peculiar instrument.

Arthas watched as Farick left. He closed his eyes, like a sleeping lion. No one knew what he was thinking, but it was certain that the prince's current mood was very bad.

Is it Jaina, has there been any result regarding the plague?

Jaina fiddled with it for five minutes before finally getting it done. She carefully placed the thing on the table and took off the short-handled staff from her waist. After charging the staff, she gently tapped the surface of the large crystal with the top of the staff, which was glowing with purple light.

Respected mentor, could you please tell me if Senior Kel'Thuzad has truly gone missing?

Quickly go and work! Today we need to set up three platforms, and this magic powder needs to be burned for an hour, no, three hours every day! If we have a good harvest this year, I will consider being generous and waive one-fifth of your rent. Now, go and work!

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Arthas tried to calm himself down, but the more he tried, the more Dick's words appeared in his mind. Finally, the prince became so irritated that he kicked a chair, barely dissipating his negative emotions.

Antonidas blew out a few smoke rings and suddenly said to Jaina.

Mr. Agamand took out a handkerchief and wiped his oily face. He eagerly watched the steam pot being assembled and secretly glanced at the expressionless middle-aged man, pondering in his mind.

But only Arthas himself knows that this anger is mixed with a hint of fear. The Inner Court Knights were war orphans adopted by his father when they were young. The royal family provided them with all the expenses for their living and education. After decades of training, the Inner Court Knights would never betray the royal family.

Kel'Thuzad waved to Mr. Agamand.

Jianna politely greeted the old gentleman. Judging from her appearance, the old gentleman was none other than the leader of Dalaran mentioned earlier, the Archmage Antonidas.

Dick closed his eyes, seemingly shocked by the news. In reality, he was only using books to conceal the joy in his eyes.

Dick said nothing, he was silent like a corpse, but Arthas became more and more excited, and even drew out his own warhammer, the warhammer blessed by his mentor, the paladin Uther Lightbringer, wanting to teach Dick a lesson.

Come back, Jaina. This matter is no longer something you can intervene in. I will have Lor'themar take over this matter. If it is truly Kel'Thuzad, then you are likely no longer his match.

Arthas slammed his fist angrily on the table, causing the quill to bounce and leaving an ugly mark on the luxurious paper. The prince's letter, which he had just started writing, was ruined. However, the more he thought about what Dickey had said, the angrier he became.

Shut up! You commoner, how dare you insult a nobleman! If it weren't for the fact that you have made contributions to the Empire, I would have chopped off your head the moment your venomous lies came out!

Bang!

Believe! Believe! How could I not believe in Master Lao Ye?

Respected mentor, good day!

A middle-aged person with a serious expression said to the owner of Agamand Mills and this farm.

If it were someone else... I could tell you with certainty that it's impossible! But if it's Kel'Thuzad... Before he disappeared, he was obsessed with studying the evil warlock spells he obtained from the Shadow Council of the orcs. I warned him repeatedly, and he promised me that he would stop his research. However, two months later, he sold his property, even gave up his position in the Six Council, and disappeared from Dalaran...

Anthony turned around, his tone resembling that of an indulgent old man towards his juniors. But if Dick were here, he would definitely be immediately captivated by those bright eyes that seemed to be born from the stars. It was almost as if these eyes were not something that a human could possess.

He took a comfortable deep breath and then turned his head to see Kel'Thuzad sitting in the carriage, and he quickly shouted.

Jaina looked at Antonidas with a serious gaze, hoping to hear a different opinion from her all-knowing mentor than Dick's. Although her relationship with Kel'Thuzad was not good, the middle-aged man who always had a gloomy expression on his face hardly ever spoke to her. But after all, he was Jaina's first companion on the mage road.

But that is a noble! Even if it is said that a great mage is involved in the plague incident, Arthas would not be so terrified. But if there is the involvement of a noble, then the nature of the matter would be different. Like someone with real power like Rivendell, although he only holds the title of a baron, the area he can control even includes more than half of Eastern Darrowshire.

Actually, Your Highness, the hunter revealed another piece of information before his death.

Alas's mood is very bad, so his tone has become serious.

Dick closed his eyes, and after finishing these words, Arthas shouted at Dick like a roaring lion.

The person in charge of the farm, a chubby boss, was standing next to the middle-aged man, winking and frowning, anxiously asking.

Oh yeah...the show is about to begin.

Facing Anthony's question, Jianna looked a bit nervous. Instead of answering directly, she asked back seriously.

What do you want this for? Jaina, I remember your relationship with Kel'Thuzad, but it has never been good.

He stood up from the chair, with a look of incredulity on his face. He stared at Dick, wanting to see if this guy was crazy enough to dare to speak such outrageous words as a commoner.

He can easily summon an undead army powerful enough to threaten the royal rule!

Not at all! Thank you for your hospitality, but I have to rush back to Andohar. My favorite play is about to start, and I've been waiting for almost a year. I can't wait any longer!

It's rare for these mages to be so generous, unexpectedly giving me three steaming pots for free. Well, regardless of whether they are useful or not, I'll cook them tomorrow and see. Cooking them for an hour a day can double their value? Then why shouldn't I cook them a bit longer?

Frédéric nodded silently, and then left the temporary office in a decisive manner.

The royal household's inner court knights stationed in every major city are only known to the highest officials of that city. Since Dick mentioned that the hunter has been betrayed, it means that the highest official of Stanisom has already defected.

Miss Mage Silver Fang packed up her magic potions and scrolls with a bite, pushed open the door, and walked towards Dick's room.

呼... ... 法瑞克!

Alas, Mr. Kel'Thuzad, won't you stay for lunch? The bread from the Agamand Mills is famous throughout the entire Tirisfal region!

Dick lowered his head. Of course, these things were not told to him by the hunter. However, being well-versed in the development of history, Dick naturally knew that the current Kel'Thuzad was actually hiding near the Stormwind City in a small town called Brill. But as long as the influence of Arthas reached him, he would quickly return to Andorhal.

Mr. Kel'Thuzad, can these containers really help my farm achieve a bumper harvest this year?

Say!

My lord, is there anything you need me to do?

Middle-aged man glanced at the farmer, showing a stiff smile, pointing to the emblem on his chest, which was a mage emblem depicting stars and moons, the emblem of the mage city of Dalaran.

In the cramped room, silence fell once again. After a few minutes, Dick stretched his arms and lay flat on the hard bed, emitting a comfortable snore while mumbling indistinctly.

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Bang!

Faric, I need you to personally bring the best scouts to investigate the whereabouts of the grain transported from Stratholme to Andorhal. But don't alert the enemy. Also, have Maveen disguise herself and go to Stratholme. I want to obtain all information about Baron Rivendare within half a month, even his scandalous affairs with those noble ladies. I want to know everything!

Arthas shouted, and the fully armed guard standing at the door strode in. He bowed and stood behind Arthas. He was not only Arthas's guard captain, but also his most trusted comrade-in-arms during the Second War against the orcs. He would do his best to complete any task Arthas ordered.

It can be seen that on the unclear side of the screen, an old man with white hair and beard is busy with something. Judging from the old man's clothing, he should be a mage like Jaina.

The appearance of Kel'Thuzad, who has been missing for nearly a year, is actually just the first character to appear in the grand play of Arthas' fall and the destruction of Lordaeron. Their cooperation is seamless, but they never expected that there would be a little thing in this world that knows these things inside out.

Jianna, who has always been a well-behaved girl, unexpectedly showed a tough attitude this time. She reached out and turned off the device. Looking somewhat confused, she glanced out the window and quickly recalled the strange expression on Dick's face earlier in the morning.

With a sudden change in expression, it was now Arthas' turn.

If those words were truly spoken by the hunter to Dick, then there is a strong possibility that Lord Ravendale's betrayal is almost half true.

With the power of magic, please believe me, Mr. Agamand. With these steamers, all you need to do is mix the magic powder I give you with the special grains and one-third of water every day, steam it for an hour. I can guarantee that by June of this year, the yield of your farm will definitely double.

Watching Kel'Thuzad go away, Mr. Agamand disdainfully curled his lips. These mages have really become foolish from studying too much. Where else can you watch a play? Can Andorhal compare to the Royal Theater of Lordaeron? Hmph, country bumpkin.

The hunter's infiltration into the Curse God Sect was originally going smoothly. The reason he was discovered was because we had a traitor on our side! He betrayed the hunter and also betrayed the interests of the empire!

Anthony's face, with a smiling expression, immediately froze. He took a deep breath, and a large "川" character appeared on his aged forehead, wrinkled.

However, he was stopped by the equally anxious Jaina. The two of them exchanged words, and Arthas glared at Jaina before storming out and slamming the door. Jaina cast a complex look at Dic and then walked out, opening the door.

Anthony remained silent for a few minutes. He, who had quit smoking for nearly thirty years, suddenly picked up a pipe from the table and put it to his lips, taking a deep puff of smoke.

Yes, Your Majesty. Lord Ravenholt has joined forces with the Cult of the Damned. To be precise, as hunters have reported, they have organized a large army of undead near Zul'Mashar, including monsters such as ghouls and a terrible war machine called an abomination!

No, I refuse! I will investigate further! Goodbye, mentor!