The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

For the first time, the people around them discovered that the Arthas in their memories was actually quite good compared to this person.

If that Arthas was the same as this one, they might all lose.

He is so thick-skinned that when a fight breaks out, he immediately changes his attitude and gives gifts.

"Your Highness Prince Alsace, it is inappropriate to accept a gift..."

"Evil Nathrezim, take my sword."

Before Lor'themar could refuse, Arthas suddenly jumped towards a priest who was frozen by Jaina.

With the momentum of a meteor, he stabbed her head.

"Mortal, you misunderstand. I am not a Nathrezim."

The fierce knife was blocked by the chaplain's hands. She felt that she was innocent and had suffered an unprovoked disaster.

In response, Arthas shook his index finger and shouted: "I can see at a glance that you are a Nathrezim."

"I have slashed your compatriots Mal'Ganis and Balnazzar countless times."

"Can you fool me with your poor disguise? Witness the purifying power of Holy Light!"

This was the first time the Nathrezim spies encountered such a reckless opponent, so they simply gave up pretending.

After revealing his true identity, he grabbed Arthas with one claw. She had never met such a shameless person.

It must have been randomly selected by the mortal in front of him, and he just happened to draw his own.

But she forgot that it was Jaina who froze her and then Arthas killed her.

If there is no solid evidence, will the cunning Arthas draw his sword? It's better to dream to comfort yourself.

"I really didn't make the mistake. You are the Nathrezim. You are so impatient."

"Compared to your predecessors, you are still too impulsive. You are really a disgrace to the Nathrezim."

The Nathrezim spy became even angrier upon hearing this. She couldn't help it and directly called for a team fight.

"Come on, Deepsworn! Kill them all."

As soon as these words were spoken, hundreds of Abysssworn troops flew out from below and launched an attack on the Shadow Realm coalition on the battlefield.

"Be careful, their goal is to destroy the portal to Zaremetis."

After hearing Jaina's reminder, the friendly forces present began to defend the portal.

Instead of dispersing the troops to attack the Abysssworn, they concentrated the troops and used the portal as a diffusion point to gradually expand the defense line outward.

The various troops advanced steadily and continued to push outward, gradually eroding the surrounding Abysssworn armies.

"No, how is this possible!"

"It is impossible for these five forces to coexist peacefully within you..."

So much nonsense. Instead of spending time talking, you might as well quit.

At this moment, Arthas used the power in his body to condense the five-colored light onto the blade.

He chopped with force again, and in a flash, the Nathrezim spy in front of him was cut in half.

The dead bodies of the Nathrezim slowly turned into smoke and drifted away with the wind.

Ever since Arthas realized that half-wits also have their own ways of fighting, he has tried to squander the energy in his body to deal with these enemies who are foolish enough to take his sword.

In the two most recent battles, great results have been achieved.

This kind of first-sight kill may not be effective the second time the enemy has been prepared, but how many people can survive the second time?

Although Arthas's weakness will be discovered after the first time, legendary power is not so easy to deal with.

"Jaina, let's go."

"Okay, Soranos, let's go!"

Soranos, who was infused with arcane, carried his two masters on his back and transformed into a blue arcane form.

He flew up suddenly, slapped down a Deepsworn soldier with a slap, and then shot several Deepsworn soldiers to pieces with a breath of arcane ball.

Arthas and Jaina were on its back, drawing their bows and shooting arrows, and like other archers, they shot down the Deepsworn with accuracy.

By the way, take the time to help Soranos infuse energy and transform his form.

Soranos, in his fire form, took a deep breath and breathed out flames, burning the offending enemy.

Soranos, in lightning form, controlled lightning and struck down several invading enemies with crackling lightning.

In frost form, Soranos used one claw to bring up a biting cold wind, shattering the frozen enemy.

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Soon, the army of the Deepsworn was wiped out by the Shadow Realm coalition.

The brave first wombat had enough of fighting and went back to its warm little home.

In this battle, it really shines, it is truly an unparalleled general.

"I'm glad you guys are back safely."

"By the way, Arthas, this is your sword."

After the battle, Daelin hugged his beloved daughter and then returned the sword to Arthas.

The pirated Frostmourne, which was lost less than a day ago, finally returned to its owner after being studied by countless people.

"Thank you, Dad. We have something very important to tell you."

After taking back the pirated Frostmourne, Arthas said to Daelin.

"Oh, good son-in-law, what did you find?"

"Let Prince Kael'thas of the blood elves speak. We were able to find out this news with his help."

Arthas and Jaina kept their word and gave so much credit to Kael'thas.

When everyone looked at Kael'thas, Kael'thas calmed down and began to talk about their findings.

"Thank you for your trust. We have found some Firstborn language in Zaremetis."

"You mean to say that during your absence you went to Zaremetis?"

"Yes, Your Highness Prince Renathal."

"It's incredible, you did a great job, heroes."

After a long period of treatment, Prince Renathal has already woken up.

He was surprised that the three mortals who knocked him unconscious had been to Zaremets.

"Everyone, the power of leadership is not unstoppable."

"The automata that live in Zaremetis can temporarily resist the power of domination."

"We also found that if we infused the automata with the language of the Firstborn, they could resist for longer."

"Can the language of the Firstborn really resist the power of domination?"

In response to Bolvar's question, Kael'thas simply smiled.

"Highlord Bolvar, we saw it with our own eyes."

"We have conducted many experiments, and none of them have proven that the language of the First Born can indeed resist the power of domination."

After all, these are what Kael'thas heard from Arthas and Jaina, so they should be correct.

They said that they had put a lot of effort into obtaining this information, and they gave me the credit.

They are truly selfless. Compared to them, I am so selfish.

The self-deprecating Kael'thas found a credible reason to convince himself.

"Heroes, I wonder if you have collected enough of the Firstborn's language."

"Perhaps, I can use them to create weapons to resist the power of domination."

At this time, the commander of the army spoke.

Such important news has paved the way for them to defeat Bolvar.

Find something to counter the ruling power, plus the news that Bolvar told him not long ago.

At this time, he already had an idea in his mind, to use the broken Crown of Domination to forge a weapon to fight against the power of domination.

"That's right! We also put a lot of Firstborn language into this book."

"We three collected it after killing many Deepsworn in Zaremetis."

Jaina, who was in Arthas' arms, slapped her head and took out a magic book filled with the language of the Firstborn from her ring.

When he and Arthas told Kael'thas these things, they forgot to give him the book.

She felt quite embarrassed. She had originally intended to remain an unknown figure, but now she accidentally became the center of attention.

"Very well, heroes, let's try it out."

"As long as we unite as one, we can win the final victory."

"Now, we have the key to defeating Zovar."

The Lord of Arms took the magic book handed over by Jaina and gave an inspiring speech.

"Arthas, Jaina, thank you, but..."

"Kael'thas, we are brothers from the same family, so we should not have different opinions."

"In my world, you are my good brother Arthas."

"No need to say more, Kael'thas. We won't stay long. This is our token of appreciation."

"Arthas...good brother..."