The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Jaina, you tied us up just to make us do the work?"

"We are so incompetent that we are affecting the reputation of the heroes. Please let us go."

"Zaremetis honeymoon trip... um... no... um..."

"Yeah... um..."

Jaina Proudmoore, who was getting impatient, covered the two men's mouths with her hands.

"Shut up and follow me back obediently."

Don’t you think it’s showing off when you show affection in front of her?

She pulled Arthas and Jaina, who were tied up like dumplings, into the portal, with Soranos, who had already surrendered, riding under her crotch.

As for how they were caught, it was because the Navy Commander had placed a spell coordinate on them.

Jaina, who was happily alone with Arthas, got so excited that she forgot to check.

As a result, when the Shadowlands coalition set out to attack Zoval, Admiral Jaina easily determined the location of the two.

The loyal Soranos was knocked unconscious to the ground with just one move.

The two people who were grilling pork chops and chicken legs were tied up with blue ropes before they could even drink the milk tea.

The only food and drinks left were given to the animals in the wild, which ate heartily and were especially grateful for the delicious food given by the First Born.

On the other side, in the Underworld Forge.

Zorval, who controls Anduin, is destroying the will of the prophet Dosigny. He plans to control the prophet's queen and use it to open the way to the Holy Tomb of the Firstborn.

Surprisingly, the Shadow Realm coalition was supposed to linger in Olympus according to the plan.

He suddenly appeared here, shouting slogans, raising weapons, and fighting against his own army of Abysssworn.

"Zovaar, your end has come."

"Anduin, we are here to rescue you."

With a loud shout, portals appeared around Zoval.

Heroes walked out of the portal one after another, and they were not afraid of Zorval at all.

Don't they know how powerful their own power is? This puzzled Zovar.

However, now it will soon submit to my rule.

When they go to the Holy Tomb of the First Born, they will understand that they are invincible.

The more you want something, the more your enemies will try to stop you.

The prophet Docigni was teleported to the coalition base camp by the mages with a whoosh.

Before Zoval could attack in anger, Alexandros and Darion, father and son, jumped over and repelled Zoval.

"Mortals, you have angered me!"

"Let me show you the powerful power of command."

However, the others who came here to fight Zovar had no effect and united against Zovar.

During their final battle with Zoval and Anduin, Arthas was captured by the broken-horned Mal'Ganis.

Arriving at a quiet cave, Mal'Ganis pinned Arthas down with a bang and slammed him into the stone wall.

"No matter who wins or loses, Arthas Menethil, today is the day you die!"

With blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, Arthas tried to break free from the big hand that was strangling his neck.

The sharp nails on Mal'Ganis' hands would hurt if they pierced his neck.

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Perhaps I should have used more force to end your life, but, torturing you is my..."

At this moment, a door opened behind Mal'Ganis, and a beam of frost froze Mal'Ganis.

Seeing that Mal'Ganis was frozen by Jaina, Arthas quickly pried his hands apart.

While using a holy light to heal himself, he used a hammer as fast as lightning to ruthlessly hit Mal'Ganis.

When Mal'Ganis was about to be hit by the Hammer of Wrath filled with holy light, Jinteisa suddenly appeared and blocked the hammer.

Mal'Ganis, who had long guessed that Arthas had someone to help him, called Jintaisa before leaving.

What a pleasant surprise! Arthas was well prepared and released all five colors of energy, ready to annihilate the two dreadlords in one fell swoop.

At this time, Mal'Ganis, who was freed from the ice, hugged Jintessa and rolled out of the cave.

In the cave, Jaina carried the weak Arthas, cast a short-distance teleportation spell, and hurriedly fled the cave.

Mal'Ganis and Jintessa, who survived the explosive energy, understood that after that blow, Arthas was powerless to resist.

Sensing Arthas's presence, he quickly caught up with Jaina who was carrying Arthas on her back.

"I told you, Arthas, today is the day you die."

"I won't show any mercy this time. To show my respect, I'll send you on your way!"

Seeing the two dreadlords getting closer, Arthas, who still had legendary rage in his body, smiled slightly.

The pale face is just my fake, you foolish Mal'Ganis! I, Arthas, always have a trick up my sleeve.

But I am still a legendary half-baked warrior, and anger will give me strength.

Mal'Ganis, I never fight a battle I'm not prepared for, unless it's an accident!

The moment Arthas took out the pirated Frostmourne, Jaina threw Arthas backwards with force.

There are also colorful spells rushing together with Arthas to cover his attacks.

In the air, Arthas brought the biting cold wind and chopped back the dreadlord with two "axes".

Before the Dreadlords could gain a foothold, piles of elementals emerged from the ground and hugged them tightly.

"Roar!"

Soranos, who was just summoned by Jaina, caught Arthas steadily, kicked off his feet, and retreated back to his master.

At the same time, a purple-blue lightning penetrated into Soranos' body.

In its thunder form, it draws lightning, lights up its claws filled with electricity, and swings out two-meter-high claw-shaped thunder.

With a loud bang, at the moment when the thunder was about to hit the Dreadlord, the elements exploded one after another, raising dust all over the sky.

The smoke dissipated, and Arthas, sensing that the Dreadlord was still alive, condensed a hammer of holy light and smashed it over.

Using the energy replenishment card, Arthas' first priority was to restore the power of holy light in his body.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

The two Dreadlords holding shields attacked together and knocked away Soranos who was rushing towards them again.

A few claws cut through the flying fireballs, ice arrows and missiles, gradually closing the distance with Arthas.

Both sides knew that this final close combat would determine the other side's life or death.

"Holy Light is my power!"

Gathering all the strength in his body, Arthas roared.

"Go to hell! Arthas!"

Mal'Ganis also responded angrily, and with his hands filled with blood-red energy, he punched the hammer that was emitting golden light.

"No, you fell for it again."

Behind Mal'Ganis and Jintessa, two beams of scorching holy light pierced through their chests.

At this moment, sharp ice spikes emerged from under the feet of the two dreadlords and pierced their bodies from bottom to top.

There were also fireballs and lightning falling from the sky, striking their vital parts from top to bottom.

It turned out that Arthas and Jaina in front were just illusions created by Jaina.

The real them had already turned on invisibility and hid aside when the Lord of Dread rushed over.

"No, Arthas, victory belongs only to us."

Mal'Ganis was seen crushing the red crystal hidden in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, Mal'Ganis and Jinteisa recovered from their injuries.

Seeing the Dreadlord recover from his injuries, Arthas and Jaina flashed away.

Just as the two were about to open the door and run away, blood-red smoke appeared from their bodies, enveloping them, leaving only their heads exposed.

No matter how Arthas and Jaina tried to break free, their bodies floated uncontrollably towards the dreadlord.

"Arthas, your little tricks won't make any waves in the face of absolute strength."

"In order to catch you two nimble rats, we had to use ourselves as bait."

"Goodbye, Arthas!"

At this moment, they grabbed one person each and strangled Arthas and Jaina's necks tightly.

Likewise, Arthas and Jaina were struggling with all their might, and they would never give up.

Because he had prepared a variety of defensive spells around his neck, he could run away at any time.

Now they are just pretending to give the Dreadlord a little sweetness.

After not seeing each other for a few days, they have undergone tremendous changes, at least they have more cards up their sleeves.

"Oh, Arthas, let me hear the last words of the prince of Lordaeron."

"When you die, I believe the history of Azeroth will remember your sacrifice."

"Hahaha! Thank you for my mercy. Today, my revenge, Mal'Ganis, is complete."

As the death of his enemy approached, the excited Mal'Ganis gave Arthas the opportunity to say his last words.

"You are... quite right, Mal... Ganis."

In an instant, the two people in the hands of the two Dreadlords transformed, and with a little force they broke the Dreadlord's hands.

Amid the dreadlord's painful groans, the night elves Illidan and Maiev made a brilliant appearance.

"You are asking for your own death!"

"Today, justice will be served!"

In just thirty seconds, the scars caused by the Warglaive of Azzinoth and the Wheel of Judgment were deeply embedded in the bodies of the two dreadlords.

"By the Light! Goodbye, Mal'Ganis."

In the blazing holy light, the bodies of Mal'Ganis and Jinteisa, who had lost their ability to resist, silently turned into dust and dissipated on the land of Zaremetis.

During the days of traveling, Arthas and Jaina discovered that the three-minute combat capability brought by Illidan and Maiev was very strong.

Within three minutes, the combat skills honed over those long years were deeply engraved in the bones of Arthas and Jaina.

He could subconsciously launch countless attacks quickly, with amazing destructive power, leaving the two people who had disappeared speechless.

During those days, they always took out three minutes to fight with each other and benefit from it.

It can be said that the three-minute transformation is their strongest strength at present.

As long as no one can block the first blow or someone finds out the news, it is still very effective and will never get out of hand. That's how it is.

Today, after being kidnapped by Jaina Proudmoore, they prepared a series of plans.

What to do against different enemies.

If the enemy is too powerful, just run away; if the enemy is strong enough, just show weakness before exploding.

As for the soldiers, they would be killed instantly without much explanation. There would never be a master who hides his identity.

As long as there is enough time to prepare, they will strike hard while keeping their lives. This is the creed of survival that they have recently developed.

Everything was going as planned. If they couldn't defeat Mal'Ganis, they could still run away.

The magical portal is very unreasonable.