The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In a Scourge base in Northrend, Mal'Ganis sensed an extremely powerful force of death in the distance.

He had never imagined that after obtaining the power of Frostmourne, Arthas could actually become a demigod.

Mal'Ganis originally thought that Arthas, with Frostmourne, would be at most a legendary player.

This is hard to believe, because people so adapted to the power of death are so rare.

It is unbelievable that a Paladin who is not even a legendary figure can be so powerful after being corrupted and darkened.

It is almost impossible for a being comparable to the current Arthas to appear among the millions of mortals in Azeroth.

At this moment, deep in his heart, Mal'Ganis believed that this was the truth of the matter.

Otherwise, do you really think that demigods are cabbages? Many of the planets he conquered did not even have demigods.

"My loyal servant, immediately order the other undead troops to launch a full-scale attack on the human camp."

"Yes, Master."

A dozen or so necromancers from the Cult of the Curse left after receiving the mission assigned by Mal'Ganis.

They were the adjutants assigned by Ner'zhul to Mal'Ganis, and they were responsible for reporting Mal'Ganis' situation at any time.

Having obtained a powerful Death Knight, Ner'zhul can't wait to enter the powerful body of Arthas.

Before that, he had to kill Mal'Ganis who was spying on him.

He took this opportunity to make an example of someone and establish his unshakable position.

However, far away in the Frozen Throne, Ner'zhul always felt that his power was gradually slipping away.

He had no idea what was going on, and no matter how he checked the Frozen Throne it was useless.

Unable to detect any results, he could only watch his power slip away, not knowing where it was going.

"Arthas, I really look forward to seeing you in front of me now."

"Hahaha! For your people, for your homeland, do what you think is right."

"What a thrilling sight it was when you took up Frostmourne and slaughtered your people."

"Your fallen end is far beyond my imagination. It's a pleasant surprise. I'm ecstatic."

At this time, Mal'Ganis, who was standing there laughing, turned and left.

He needed to find a suitable place and wait for Arthas to arrive.

At that time, he would let Arthas understand everything and take the initiative to become the vanguard of the Burning Legion's conquest of Azeroth.

At the same time, as a messenger of death, he spreads the great truth of death in Azeroth and even the universe.

Let his master, Emperor Denathrius, gain a capable general and let Arthas contribute to the emperor's cause.

When Mal'Ganis thought of this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hold on warriors, His Royal Highness the Prince and Muradin will definitely come back with our savior, Frostmourne."

"Farric, there are more and more wounded soldiers in the rear, and the priests are simply too busy to handle it."

Marwyn, covered in wounds, came to Falric and helped him kill the abomination that had just broken through the camp's defenses.

Not long ago, Marwyn led some soldiers to carry away the wounded warriors who were still fighting a bloody battle with the undead.

And to fill the gap in the defense line, I found a topic to talk to Farek.

Exhausted, he needed to find a way to focus his attention.

"Marwyn, now we can only trust Prince Arthas and Muradin."

"Now that we are surrounded by the undead, we can only fight to the death."

"By the Light! You are right. Fight to the death, Falric."

"Marwyn, please at least send me away with fire before I die."

After saying this, Falric raised his shield to fill the gap in the upper defense line.

"Farric, let's supervise each other. Like you, I don't want to become a damned undead after I die."

"Brothers, hold on a little longer. I have a feeling that His Royal Highness the Prince will be back soon."

Marwyn struggled to smash a skeleton warrior, helped her injured brother to the ground, and then filled the gap in the defense line.

"Luke, don't force yourself. Go to the central wounded camp and get some rest."

"No, Marwyn, let me go! I can kill more undead for my wife and children."

"Isn't it for this purpose that we followed Prince Arthas here from afar?"

"Lex, take him away! His Royal Highness said that saving lives should be the priority."

"It's bad! Commander Marwyn! More Scourge troops are pouring in, and our defenses can't hold up."

So, Falric, Marvien and Luke shouted out orders in a hurry.

At least, we have to hold on for a while and not let down Prince Arthas's trust.

Just like Luke said, they came to Northrend with Arthas so that their families could live in peace.

Soldiers' duties are natural and they have no choice but to do so for the hard-earned peace.

"Brothers, gradually withdraw the defense line and stabilize the battle line."

"Brothers, behind us are our relatives and friends, never give up!"

"Brothers, for our homeland! For our families! We must defend this place."

"The captain is right. Let us fight those undeads! We will never surrender!"

"None of you will die today, brothers. I'm back."

When the Scourge surrounding the expeditionary base sent all its forces to attack here, Arthas arrived riding on Invincible.

"Guys! We've brought back our savior, Frostmourne."

"It's our turn to counterattack, for the Alliance!"

Behind him was Muradin riding on Golden Light, and he also came back following Arthas.

"Evil! I will turn your blood and bodies into ice."

"The end is coming!"

With just a casual swing of the sword, Arthas emitted an icy frost aura that froze all the undead fighting the expeditionary force.

"Brave and fearless warriors of the Alliance, accept the blessing from the Holy Light!"

Arthas raised Frostmourne and immediately released a huge column of holy light that poured into the expeditionary base.

In an instant, all the injured soldiers recovered from their injuries.

Even some soldiers who were missing arms and legs grew new limbs.

"Let us unite to protect our loved ones and our country."

"For the Alliance! Kill those damn undead!"

Enshrouded in the glory of the holy light, they all stood up, raised their weapons and shouted in unison: "For the Alliance!"

In an instant, more than 8,000 Alliance soldiers followed Arthas and Muradin, who were bravely serving as pioneers in the front, and fought bravely against the enemy.

Jaina, who had followed a long time ago, no longer pretended and charged forward with everyone, giving them various buffs.

At this moment, only the suffering of Ner'zhul within the Frozen Throne has been achieved.

It was right to sacrifice a Lich King to save the lives of tens of millions of families in the Alliance and ensure that their family pillars could return home safely.

So, Arthas led an unstoppable army and purified the Scourge wherever he saw it.

Finally, Arthas reached the burial site chosen for him by the dreadlord Mal'Ganis.

Mal'Ganis had just chosen a place, and after sensing the terrifying power of holy light, he thought that Arthas was fighting with a powerful paladin.

Unexpectedly, both bursts of power came from Arthas, and his arrogance taught him a lesson he would never forget.

"This is impossible, Arthas. No one can resist the power of domination."

"Save your words, Mal'Ganis."

"My mind is filled with the voices of innocent people thirsting for revenge for the unforgivable crimes you have committed against the people of the Alliance."

"Now, on behalf of all the people of the alliance who have been killed by you, I would like to make you face justice."

"This day next year will be the anniversary of your death."

"No! Frostmourne! You can't..."

Arthas clenched Frostmourne in his hand, without mercy and without any unnecessary movements.

He stabbed Mal'Ganis' heart with a powerful sword, ending his sinful life.

"Warriors, let us rest here for a while."

"There is a more brutal battle waiting for us."

"Jaina, stop hiding, come and help me."

"All right! My prince."