The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Why, the holy light that claims to be righteous has finally arrived..."

"Arthas, at the very end, I want to show you something."

"My king, if you don't see it, I will regret it forever."

At this time, Sylvanas held a blue arcane orb in her arms. Before she finished speaking, she gently placed it in front of the heroes.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that one of you would surrender to me before we even started fighting."

"You are still my once loyal subordinates, Sylvanas, heroes, your resistance is powerless."

"Then in order to show my mercy, I don't mind taking some time to let you say your last words. I..."

"I...I love him."

In an instant, the Lich King suddenly pulled out Frostmourne, and a vacuum field instantly formed around him.

Countless ice spikes appeared out of nowhere, and the already cold temperature dropped by seven or eight degrees in an instant.

“Ah… ah! You guys are just…”

"Arthas, why is your ending thirty-five anima?"

"Jaina, I want to ask you a question. Why are you just standing there watching?"

"But, Arthas, you are only worth thirty-five anima, which is really too little! So pitiful."

"Damn it! You succeeded in irritating me! I'm going to kill you!"

"I will let your bodies suffer eternal torture! Let your souls suffer endless loneliness!"

"Since you are so stubborn, then heroes, attack!"

……

The heroes who returned to the right time and the right place fought bravely with the help of information provided by two unknown persons.

Soon, the heroes defeated the furious Lich King together, ended his sinful life, and forced him to listen to the so-called "truth".

After exacting his revenge on Mal'Ganis and the Lich King, Prince Arthas strolled into the portal opened by Jaina.

Amid the excited cheers of the expeditionary soldiers, Arthas led them back to his hometown, Lordaeron, in triumph.

Now, as bells rang in various places in the royal city of Lordaeron, Prince Arthas, with smooth golden hair, a bright blue cloak, and silver-white Lordaeron standard armor, rode on Invincible on a path.

At this moment, Arthas held Jaina in his arms, took out his weapon, and carefully examined his deserved reward - Frostmourne.

[Frostmourne (Can break like chopsticks): A rune magic sword that likes to devour souls. The more "souls" it absorbs, the sharper and stronger the weapon becomes.

That day, it felt the power of the Holy Light and voluntarily submitted to its lifelong master, Arthas Menethil.

Holy Light and Death: Six major specializations: Blood, Frost, Unholy, Holy, Punishment, and Protection.

Domination and Will: All pressure from the strong will be useless to you, and the undead without intelligence, master, or will will voluntarily submit to you.

Split Personality: You can break it apart from the hilt (or with your mind) just like Varian broke Saramaine apart. At that time, the sword will automatically split into two swords: the proud sword and the cautious sword.

Attack and Defense: Because this sword contains two sword spirits, they will snatch precious materials or energy from each other to enhance the abilities of the corresponding personalities.

Attack and defense are interchangeable: You can command one of the sword spirits to take the lead at any time and exert the corresponding power of Frostmourne.

Imprisoned Souls: Mal'Ganis (1), Ner'zhul (1), Rulkan (2, gifted as a gift)

Sword of Sorrow: Even demons that die in its hands will be imprisoned by it in order to increase its and its master's power.

The more souls imprisoned in Frostmourne, the better the quality. The accumulation of souls will further enhance the lethality and defense of Frostmourne.

Sole owner: Arthas Menethil

Other users only: Jaina Proudmoore

Disadvantages: It's a two-handed sword, and you may need to find a way to make it shorter so that you can hold it steadily.

Do you understand, kid? By the way, can you really operate two swords? 】

Bang! The drawbridge leading to the inner city was lowered, and Arthas slowly put Frostmourne into the sword sheath hanging on his waist.

He lightly grasped the reins, squeezed the horse's belly, breathed in excitement, held the beauty in his arms, and slowly led the troops across the suspension bridge.

"Look! It's Prince Arthas and Princess Jaina. I knew they would be victorious."

"Holy Light! The warriors of the Alliance have defeated the undead Scourge in Northrend and are returning home in triumph."

The enthusiastic people of Lordaeron, seeing the heroes returning home from the expedition to Northrend, threw flower petals on the stage.

"Praise the Holy Light! The undead will no longer harass our lives. Our wonderful life is finally back."

"Look! Kana, he is Falak. This time, I will let him marry you in a grand ceremony, and then we can hold a grand wedding for you."

"Mom, Thassarian has returned from his expedition! Our family can finally be reunited."

……

Countless brightly colored petals floated down from the sky and landed lightly on the heroes.

Looking at the petals swaying in the sky, Arthas and Jaina reached out and took a few petals.

Before I even put it to my nose to smell it, the fragrance of the sweet-smelling flowers hits my nose.

"This flower smells so good! Arthas, I am so happy now."

"Jaina, happier days are waiting for us in the future!"

"It's agreed, pinky promise..."

The enthusiastic and kind prince pushed open a door in the eyes of the people of Lordaeron who were full of respect and love.

"Ah! my child."

"Father, what happened?"

"Muradin, please come out and explain."

"No problem, Arthas, this is another one you and Jaina left for you."

With a puzzled look on his face, Arthas Menethil was about to ask Muradin about the other self and Jaina.

Could it be that Jaina and I are fake? The real Arthas and Jaina are someone else, this is impossible! I absolutely cannot believe it...

As Arthas Menethil was guessing the truth, a series of voices interrupted his imagination.

"You no longer have to make sacrifices for your people, and you no longer have to bear the weight of the crown."

"Father, I have taken care of everything."

"Do you see the filial sword in my hand? Father! Frostmourne is hungry..."

Arthas Menethil seemed to have woken up from a big dream, staring blankly at the photo stone in Muradin's hand that was automatically playing the picture.

Frostmourne? Isn't my weapon a hammer? When did I get it?

When he came to his senses, he returned to Lordaeron from the icy and snowy land of Northrend.

He looked at what was in his hand and saw that it was the war hammer he usually used, not the rune magic sword in the picture at all.

"Kingship is not eternal, my son."

"Yes, father, it's time for me to take over that heavy burden."

"Yes! When you were born, child."

"The forests of Lordaeron whisper your name, fool."

……

"Lich King, you bastard! You attacked me again! I will never let you go!"

"Lorcan, go check it for me. Damn... how come there is still some."

"Lich King, I... Before I, Yogg-Saron, was born..."

……

Looking at the scenes displayed by the photo stone, everyone except Arthas Menethil laughed out loud.

Daelin, Antonidas, Varian, Jaina Proudmoore and other relatives and friends of Arthas.

They did not behave like nobles at all and burst into laughter.

Fortunately, Terenas knew this would happen, so there was no one else near the throne except him and some old friends.

Fortunately, I watched the entire video early, otherwise I might not be able to bear the unbearable gazes in public.

Thank you, Arthas and Jaina from another world, Daelin and I are extremely proud of you.

If Daelin, who was laughing, knew what Terenas was thinking, he might draw his sword...

"Arthas, wake up, we should go."

"Didn't you say you were going to take Frostmourne to Ironforge?"

Jaina, lying comfortably in her man's arms, pinched Arthas who was in a daze.

As soon as he came back, why did he kneel there stupidly? He almost came into close contact with the cold snow.

This really gives me a headache, my Arthas, what headache have you encountered now?

"Jaina, I have a feeling that I have been tricked by you again. I feel a chill down my spine."

Even though he was covered with holy light, Arthas still felt very cold, especially cold.

His right eye kept twitching, with no respite.

There was a feeling in his mind that told Arthas that there were two selves in other worlds who were persecuted by Jaina in his arms without knowing the reason.

"How could that be? With a considerate girl like me by your side, you'll be fine!"

"My prince, let me check you out and see what's wrong with your head."

Yes, Jaina is my good wife, how can I blame her?

My other self, Jaina and I have never harmed you.

So far, she and I have only dealt with the Lich King himself. We have no grudges against each other, so why are they picking on me?

But my eyelids are still twitching! Could it be that someone in this world is trying to harm me?

"Arthas... there's nothing wrong with your brain. Are you hiding something from me?"

Ruffling the prince's hair, Jaina pouted and spoke maliciously.

"Jaina, let's go back to Ironforge. We should check on the progress of the Ashbringer..."

"Oh no! Someone in Arthas is spying on us."

"I knew someone was trying to harm me, Jaina, let's go and take care of him now."

"Well, Arthas, I'll take you there right away."

The eight elects of Holy Light surrounding the prince and princess had question marks on their faces, expressing their confusion.

Arthas, you just touched Frostmourne for a short while, how come there are so many petals on your body?

The fresh floral scent I smelled seemed to be from flowers we had just picked in Lordaeron.

And Jaina, weren't you casting a spell to open the door just now? How did you end up in Arthas' arms?

How did you manage to do all these things in less than a second? We don’t understand, we don’t understand at all, our heads are so dizzy.

"Knights of the Silver Hand, your prince needs your help."

"Your Highness, we are coming right away."

"Jaina, it's our turn to perform. We can't give the enemy time to frame us."

So, Uther, Tirion and others, who were confused, followed Arthas and Jaina into the portal to an unknown land.

"Arthas Menethil, are you crazy? What good will it do you to fight me?"

"Zovaar, you and I have an irreconcilable feud."

"Although I am dead now, I have regained my true power. Death has made me understand everything."

"It's either you or me between us. Let's fight it out, evil warden of the Maw!"

"Holy Light! Grant me the power to destroy the evil before me! I will not waver for the sake of my people!"

"You lunatic! Why on earth? What on earth did Sylvanas show you?"

"For Lordaeron! It is because of you that my people are able to..."

"Arthas, they are victims of the changing times, and they deserved to die!"

"No, Zoval, I just know that if there were no conspirators like you in the world, we would..."

"You don't understand at all, Arthas, what you will encounter in the future. I am right, I..."