The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Zovaar, your actions have overturned the balance of the universe."

Star Saint Legron descended from the sky and stabbed Zoval in the back with a pair of sharp daggers.

"For the survival of reality, anomalies like you must be completely eliminated."

Bolvar cried out in pain and threw Legron off his back with one hand.

The heroes of Shadowlands and Azeroth would not miss this opportunity, and all kinds of spells exploded on Zoval in various patterns.

"Katherine, Drake, Jaina, Tanred, let's go together!"

"Show this monster a glimpse of Proudmoore's power."

With the heroes' final blow, Zoval, the ruler of the Maw, was knocked to the ground and unable to get up again.

As for Anduin, he was subdued by Valeera, Sylvanas, Bolvar, and Genn Greymane.

"Your protection will perish sooner or later."

"A divided universe cannot withstand what is coming."

After saying these words with difficulty, Warden Zoval's sinful life came to an end today.

At this time, a portal appeared next to Zoval's body.

"Zovaar, here we come!"

Two night elves ran out with weapons in hand.

With a clang, Arthas, who was looking around for the enemy, was grabbed by the neck by the Wheel of Judgment.

Just when he wanted to say innocently, "Wife, what do you want to do?", the voice of the weapon owner interrupted his thoughts.

"Illidan, aren't you guarding Sargeras?"

"You've changed so much. And what's going on with me?"

Arthas looked in the direction Maiev Shadowsong pointed and saw a Maiev being lifted up by her.

"Ms. Maiev, we know we were wrong."

"Actually, this is our disguise, you see..."

The two people who had regained their true forms looked at Maiev in horror, and begged for forgiveness with innocent, shining eyes.

The real boss was really powerful and caught them both in just a few moves.

They had no power to resist her. Three minutes had already passed and they were truly powerless.

I wanted to come out and help kill Bolvar, but unfortunately everything was over too quickly.

"Humph! Next time, don't make such a big joke."

"I'll let you go this time."

Maiev, wearing an owl helmet, snorted coldly without any expression, waved her cloak, and flashed away.

"She's so cool, Arthas. I can't imitate her."

"Jaina, can you please think seriously? We..."

"I see you're enjoying it too! I don't know who was talking just now... um."

How could such a thing be spoken out in public?

So, Jaina, I'll just have to ask you to shut up for now.

A pair of white hands stopped Arthas from continuing to abuse Jaina.

"Arthas, is there any way you can help Anduin?"

"Although Zoval was defeated by us, the sword of sorrow in his hand still controls him."

Arthas was confused when he heard what Jaina Proudmoore said.

You all defeated Anduin, but the remaining wills of Salamaine, Varian, and Varok didn't come out to help?

Is it so difficult to break Saramaine apart? With thirty-five mental energies, what can he do without Zoval's control?

"Let's go and see Anduin's situation in person. Without seeing it with my own eyes, there's nothing I can do."

"Okay, let's go right away."

A blue light flashed, and the three were teleported to Anduin a hundred meters away.

Arthas looked at Anduin in front of him, half-kneeling on the ground, his hands tightly clasped around the King's Sorrow that was stuck in the ground.

He looked like he was struggling, with blue light in his eyes. He must still be fighting against the remaining soul of the Lich King.

Without thinking, Arthas picked up the bewildered Jaina, held her and pointed at Anduin.

"Wife, it's time for you to show your power."

"You said these words in the voices of Varian and Varok..."

After listening to what Arthas said, Jaina looked excited and her face turned slightly red.

"Then leave it to me. I will make sure the task is completed."

It's time for Jaina to show her power again. Practice makes perfect with her onomatopoeia and voice transmission.

"This sword should not obey darkness. It was forged with courage..."

"And our...glory."

"It and our legacy...are with you."

Just like that, the voices of Varian and Varok appeared out of nowhere.

At the same time, Arthas and Jaina were helping Anduin break the King's Sorrow.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not pry the weapon open.

"That's enough. I controlled him for so long just to ask you a question."

"Arthas Menethil, what happened in your world that made your life and mine so different?"

After hearing clearly what the other self who was controlling Anduin said, Arthas knew that it was his fault again.

Because of the appearance of himself and Jaina, the remnant soul that should have disappeared has persisted until now, just to seek an answer.

"Wife, let the other me see the story of you and me."

"Can you please not talk about this? I... Ouch! I'll just let it go."

It still took Arthas’s intervention for Jaina to reluctantly release her slightly adapted version of the story.

The first scene is in the Blackrock Tribe, where the high-spirited Arthas leads Jaina to encircle and suppress the orcs and the black dragon.

The second scene is in Andorhal, where the two Lightforged Kel'Thuzad learn the truth about the plague.

The third scene is in Hearthglen, where the two work together to destroy the Scourge led by Les Frostwhisper.

The fourth scene is when they meet Medivh. The two of them refute Medivh together and firmly follow the path in their hearts.

The last scene was in Stratholme, where the two acted to delay time and purified Stratholme with the antidote to the plague.

"This is the answer you want. It can be said that without Jaina's support, I would not be who I am today."

“No, no, no. Without Arthas always pulling me along, I would not be able to make these decisions with him and overcome those difficulties.”

Jaina blushed at Arthas' words and refuted him shyly.

"Is this the starting point for my fate to change? If I had been like you, perhaps none of those things would have happened."

"Thank you, other me and Jaina."

"After all, my will was not strong enough, and I was immersed in hatred and anger."

The residual spirit of the Lich King who controlled Anduin spoke and slowly opened the King's Sorrow.

After leaving Anduin's body, a bright blue light appeared in the air.

"No, Arthas, this is all my fault!"

"If I hadn't been with you at that time and hadn't tried to dissuade you."

Like the Lich King's remaining spirit, Jaina Proudmoore also watched these images carefully.

When I saw the last remaining soul of the person I once loved the most, I subconsciously burst into tears.

"No, Jenna, my princess, you are not wrong. I am the only one who is wrong."

"I deserve this outcome, and I have no regrets."

"Jenna, my last wish is that you can find your own happiness."

"Don't feel sad for me, Jenna. You should smile more. You are the most beautiful princess in my heart..."

He barely managed to gather the body he had been in before birth and gently wiped the tears from his lover's face.

Watching her forcefully smile through her tears, the last remaining trace of Arthas Menethil in this world smiled and disappeared with the wind.

"My prince... my love... Arthas... Menethil..."

Arthas and Jaina, who were quietly crying, couldn't bear to see the scene of their lovers parting, so they opened a portal and left.