The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Inside the watchtower, next to a small table that was newly built.

Arthas and Jaina sat on small benches and raised their glasses to celebrate.

"My dear, it's only been a short time, but it seems to me that your skills are getting better and better."

"Honey, the special effects you mentioned aren't that difficult!"

"All you need to do is weaken the lethality of the spell. The fancy effects are of course casual to me!"

After drinking a cup of warm passion fruit juice, Jaina poured another cup and responded to Arthas with a yawn.

In the icy and snowy Northrend, drinking warm drinks and warming your stomach is really comfortable.

After another drink, the two of them drank the pure natural coconut juice without additives without noticing that someone was slowly approaching the stairs below.

"Honey, I told you coconut milk tastes good!"

"You're right, have another one, and drink passion fruit juice later!"

"Your Highnesses, I wonder if you could give me a cup of hot drink to warm me up."

"Of course you are... Mal'Ganis!"

With a smile on his face, Arthas casually made a stone cup with his hand.

He poured a lot of hot milk tea into the cup and was about to hand it to the person.

He accidentally looked up and saw a familiar person, causing the milk tea cup in his hand to fall accidentally.

"How careless you are, Prince Arthas Menethil, who wields the power of the Light and the Earth."

"But please stop, is this how you humans treat your guests?"

Regarding the alert actions of the two people in front of him, especially the one who took out a sledgehammer.

Mal'Ganis simply smiled, caught the fallen cup steadily, and drank from it.

"It is indeed a good drink. I didn't expect that you two are actually good at being cooks."

"Oh fine."

"Your Highnesses, I'm sorry, but I'll end my greetings with you here."

As if realizing that everyone was an enemy, Mal'Ganis stepped back after finishing his milk tea.

Without waiting for Arthas and Jaina to gather their strength, Mal'Ganis, without any intention of killing, clenched his fist and hit the paladin in the face.

However, Arthas easily took on Mal'Ganis' move and knocked him back half a step.

"Nathrezim, you are unworthy to be our guest."

"Mal'Ganis, what conspiracy do you have here?"

"There is no conspiracy, I am just curious. You really surprise me."

However, Mal'Ganis responded gently to Arthas's questions, like a friend.

This made Arthas and Jaina even more panicked. Having learned from their mistakes, they were most afraid of being besieged by the enemy.

The only person who can help is Muradin, but he is more than a hundred meters away from here.

I guess he's still enjoying his sumptuous lunch! Currently, only Jaina's magical portal is useful.

Fortunately, they were abused by a 38-year-old woman and learned the secret of counterattack.

If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. They have the ability to escape, and will never take the initiative to follow Mal'Ganis's rhythm.

Things like Dihua can be adapted to everyone.

"With the help of this Jaina Proudmoore, Arthas Menethil, you have truly changed."

"You are so different now than you were in my memory."

"In this situation, you should have called me without fear of death."

Seeing that this handsome man and beautiful woman refused to fall for his trick, Mal'Ganis decided to use a different method to gather intelligence.

Mal'Ganis found it difficult to deal with the prince who had remained calm even after realizing his fate.

According to his intelligence, Arthas had just brought an expeditionary force to Northrend, and Jaina appeared as soon as they landed.

When he went to investigate curiously, he found that there was also a Jaina Proudmoore in Dalaran.

Based on this information, the battle-hardened Mal'Ganis immediately thought of time magic.

However, Mal'Ganis did not expect that even Arthas would be temporarily replaced.

"Prince Arthas, you don't want the other Princess Jaina to know that you..."

"Sorry to bother you, this is my only wife, no other."

"If you don't have anything to say, I don't mind sending you to see the Holy Light!"

Upon hearing that Mal'Ganis was planning to trap him, Arthas's expression immediately changed and he tried to stop him by force.

With the Holy Light in his hand, Arthas, who would not be timid at all, was ready to take action against Mal'Ganis at any time.

Courtesy and etiquette are for friends. If you treat your enemies as enemies, it would be considered considerate if you don't send them a three-foot-long white silk.

"Wow ha ha ha! Did the Holy Light respond to you again?"

"You have already abandoned the Holy Light. What else has the hypocritical Holy Light promised you?"

Seeing the shining holy light, Mal'Ganis laughed out loud and asked a question.

"Arthas Menethil, did the Holy Light of Light answer your prayers in Hearthglen?"

"Did the merciful Holy Light show itself when purifying Stratholme?"

"Seeing countless people of Lordaeron die at the hands of the Scourge, has the Holy Light of Justice given you any enlightenment?"

"By the Holy Light above, Arthas Menethil personally sent his people away..."

Arthas, unable to bear it any longer, slashed at Mal'Ganis in rage.

Although I didn’t do what you said, “I” is still me.

Devil! The consequences of angering the good guy are very serious... How dare you hide!

"Future Jaina Proudmoore, why do you want to pull a prince who is so resentful of the Holy Light back into the embrace of the Holy Light?"

"Daughter of the Sea, I really can't understand it at all."

"For the perfect lover in your heart... Oh no, little princess of Kul Tiras, you must at least be better than the other you."

"She won't act immediately like you do. She will just watch her lover fall silently from afar."

Quickly dodged the angry attacks from Arthas and Jaina in front of him.

At this moment, Mal'Ganis felt as relaxed as if the sky had cleared after the rain.

The angrier the two Sword Bearers are, the better, as they will eventually seek power amidst the Scourge’s relentless onslaught.

At the end of the script, I will be pleased to watch them fall and draw out their butcher knives to chop down the people who trust them.

"Your power is so weak that it is impossible for a mortal to cross the upper limit."

"I'll let you be arrogant for a while. The Scourge has surrounded you."

"Witness the power of Mal'Ganis! A puny mortal, yet you are subservient to the might of the Scourge."

"I will be waiting for you outside the city. Any obstruction on your part will not change your fate."

Knowing that his chosen Swordbearer was utterly enraged by his words, Mal'Ganis told the story of how the Alliance's Northern Expedition ended.

Unexpectedly, he was able to obtain the information he wanted simply by changing his method.

Today's young people can't stand provocation.

He pretended to be weak and impatient, but the genuine expression on his face was really funny... I was so disappointed.

I hope any of you can still be so stubborn after picking up Frostmourne.

The beauty of death and the pressure of domination are something no one can resist, especially those with weak wills.

Finally, his clones were broken up by the joint attack of Arthas and Jaina.

"Arthas, I am pretending well, right?"

"It seems that we have fooled him. Mal'Ganis has run out of the camp."

"That's right. I was just pretending to be weak and not using my full strength!"

"So, Jaina, how about we pretend again?"

"Yes, Arthas, we are very angry now!"

At this moment, Jaina, who expressed her deep agreement, grabbed Arthas' arm.

"Arthas! Let's go! Let's go and settle the score with Mal'Ganis!"

"Without his brothers to save him, what can he use to fight us?"

Before the two men could get down from the tower to fight, a dwarf came up with a weapon in hand, breathing heavily.

"Kids, something terrible has happened!"

"It seems to be the demon you mentioned, Mal'Ganis is leading his troops to attack."

"Muradin, let us take you to complete your revenge."

"Wait, what are you talking about? I don't understand..."

"Don't think about it, Muradin. Fighting the Scourge is more important."

"Wait, I can walk by myself."

"Don't come over here! I can't..."