The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Mal'Ganis, what kind of magic did they use?"

"Even though I used my mental power to scan them just now, I didn't sense any energy fluctuations at all."

"I feel the same way. I don't know what tricks they are playing. Judging from the situation, they should be heading to Ironforge."

"Don't be too anxious, Ner'zhul. We still have a lot of time to study slowly."

"Who dares to invade my territory! Paladin? Kneel down."

The ten uninvited guests who came to the Frozen Throne fell to the ground one after another under the intimidation of Ner'zhul's powerful mental power.

They lay on the ice in different postures. Eight of the heroes looked as confused as they were before they came out.

We agreed to go to Ironforge. You guys should have a limit on how far you can go. The final battle is coming up so soon...

"Demons, you can't defeat us who are blessed by the Holy Light. The power of the Holy Light is invincible!"

"That's right, the supreme holy light! Please bless me..."

"We are Paladins. The Holy Light is with us! Don't even think about it..."

Uther and Tirion barely used their willpower to break through the mental shackles imposed by the Lich King, but before they could respond to Arthas, they were kicked down by Mal'Ganis one by one.

Unexpectedly, the thick ice surface of the Frozen Throne cracked with a snap where the two paladins hit it.

"Mortal, this is the sacred territory of the Scourge."

"The holy light you speak of cannot respond to you in this land."

"You must know that the Holy Light is hypocritical, and everything has a price."

"It was beyond our expectation that you came here when we were at our wits' end."

At this time, Mal'Ganis walked to Arthas, who was lying on his back, and grabbed him with one hand.

"Arthas, should I say you are stupid or foolish?"

"We were busy trying to figure out how to deal with you, but you led your men into a trap."

"Little Prince of Lordaeron, your actions really excite Ner'zhul and me."

"Do you know how hard we have been working? To make you..."

However, Mal'Ganis's deep, hoarse voice was followed by a loud shout.

"You've fallen into a trap, Mal'Ganis."

"Is it uncomfortable to be fooled by me? I like this expression of yours so much."

"I have learned a lot from you. You are worthy of being my destined enemy."

"We've let you be so arrogant for so long. It's our turn to fight back."

"The Knights of the Silver Hand! Tell the enemy that our will is indestructible and unstoppable."

Arthas, who had changed his clothes in an instant, was teleported away by Jaina and came right in front of Ner'zhul.

"Arthas, listen to me, we can..."

"No need to say more, Ner'zhul, for Lordaeron, for the people you have killed."

"In their names, I hereby declare an end to all your crimes."

"Sorry, there is still Holy Light! Ner'zhul, repent in the judgment of Holy Light."

"You will regret this. I am Ner'zhul. I..."

In an instant, the shining Arthas used Frostmourne, carrying the dazzling holy light, and shattered Ner'zhul's cage with one sword.

After freeing the Crown of Domination, Arthas gently stroked the ice-breaking weapon - Frostmourne.

"Ner'zhul, your so-called terrifying power is nothing more than this."

"It's just gravel, not half as good as me."

"How hateful! You fell down before I even tried to exert any strength."

"Dark ant, you are not worthy of that crown."

The second time he fought the Frozen Throne in his life, Arthas, who was becoming more and more skilled, said that his swordsmanship was not fierce or precise enough when he killed the Lich King.

He needs more Lich Kings to practice with him to make his swordsmanship stronger and faster. Frostmourne is so useful!

It’s clearly just a legendary power, but it can chop up a demigod like chopping melons and vegetables. In one word, it feels great!

The demigod who cannot move, a powerful being with a nemesis, faces such a clear target.

If Arthas didn't strike hard with his sword, it would be a shame to have such a favorable opportunity.

At this moment, the Crown of Domination containing the soul of Ner'zhul finally rolled to the feet of Arthas.

"Crown of Domination, you have suffered so much. I will set you free right now."

"Ner'zhul, you still remember Rulkan, right? Think about your..."

"You are nothing short of a demon, Arthas Menethil."

"Rulkan, will I really be able to see her again?"

Knowing that his plan had been completely exposed, Ner'zhul's last words came from the Crown of Domination.

In his last moments in Azeroth, he was reminded of his deceased wife Rulkan by Arthas' words.

"Forget it, your plot will not succeed, and I don't have the leisure to listen to your last words."

"Goodbye, my old friend. I'll take you on your way right away."

After saying this, Arthas bent down, picked up the Crown of Domination, and swung it hard.

He suddenly raised Frostmourne and pierced the Crown of Domination.

Amidst Ner'zhul's painful wails, his soul was sucked into Frostmourne.

He was not the first soul to be devoured by Frostmourne, there was also a Ner'zhul inside.

In the place where the souls of the sword Frostmourne were stored, the two souls of Ner'zhul looked at each other in confusion.

"You are me? Are you also a soul controlled by Arthas?"

"He lied to me. I can't see Luerkan at all..."

"Rulkan is here, but she's mine..."

"You are wrong, impostor. Rulkan is mine."

"You don't agree? Let's fight and talk?"

"Go to hell, useless chieftain of the Shadowmoon clan."

"It is you who deserves to die, you pathetic and incompetent Lich King."

The other power contained in the Crown of Domination had no time to explode and was transformed into pure energy to nourish the Lich King suit.

A part of the special energy turned into a stream and slowly flew into Jaina's staff.

There was no sound around the Frozen Throne, only the even and rhythmic breathing of the heroes.

Just like the death of Ner'zhul before, the boundary between life and death in Azeroth and the Shadow Realm has not been opened.

On the other side, the Four Silver Saints had tied up Mal'Ganis with holy light and brought him before the two princes.

During this process, the Mograine group of four did not contribute at all. As soon as their golden wings lit up, the battle was over.

Everything happened so fast, so they thought there was still some gap between themselves and the first Paladin.

"Arthas? Are you okay?"

The eight Holy Light brothers were very confused and asked him in unison.

Holding their weapons tightly did not bring them enough sense of security, and they felt extremely panicked.

Faced with the mighty aura of the Lich King Arthas, their bodies trembled from time to time.

The first time I encountered Arthas with such a dark and oppressive aura, I felt that he was even more terrifying than the demon under my feet.

By the way, where did the paladin go?

If you hadn't used Holy Light when you swung your sword, we would have probably hit you as well.

"Brothers of the Knights of the Silver Hand, I have no problems. The Holy Light is by my side."

"Don't worry, warriors, we have won."

Arthas clenched his hand, and a bright and dazzling holy light appeared in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, a cold wind blew past the Frozen Throne, and the Lich King turned back into the prince of Lordaeron.

The blue cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, and Arthas' lonely back made people feel empathy.

The Silver Four and the Scarlet Four silently gazed at the prince of Lordaeron. This was a moment that was destined to go down in the history of the Alliance and even Azeroth.

Arthas Menethil finally overcame his destined fate of corruption and stood on the Frozen Throne as a paladin and a prince of Lordaeron.

"Arthas, I think..."

"I know what you want to do, Jaina, you don't want to, okay?"

"I have to save face too. It's better not to let me catch you doing what you're thinking."

"You know the consequences, my princess."

"Actually what I want to say is, Nuo... I'll give you a cup of hot bubble milk tea to warm you up."

In a flash, Arthas became deflated. He had misjudged Jaina's thoughts again.

In response, he took the bucket of warm milk tea handed to him by Jaina and drank it in tons in front of others.

Originally, Jaina handed over a normal-sized cup, but Arthas questioned her.

She deliberately changed it to a bucket. Jaina was worried that a glass of milk would not be enough for the prince to drink. A bucket represents a man's romance.

"I'm so proud of you, kids..."

"That's enough, Uther. I've had enough of your flattery."

"As a paladin, how can you act like a gangster..."

"Arthas, you..."

"What are you talking about? Shut up. I am your student, Uther."

Uther's face darkened when he heard the word flattery.

What he wanted at this moment was to pull out the fatherly whip given to him by Jaina and give Arthas a good beating.

The fists that relaxed and clenched from time to time showed how terrible the inner struggle was that Uther, who seemed kind on the surface, was going through.

By the way, have I ever said this? Well, I feel like I have said it many times.

After spending a long time with a disciple who is different from the one you had in mind, have you really changed?

Teacher Fao, have I really become the person I hate the most?

Holy Light! Please forgive me...

"Uther, Arthas is playing tricks on you! Don't forget what we did when faced with this kind of thing."

"Tirion is right, brother. We are ready to act at any time."

"I agree with Gavin Rader. If a child doesn't obey, just give him a beating."

"Thank you, old friends. I understand."

The persuasion of Tirion, Gavinrad and Sedan made Uther understand that the naughty boy was asking for death, and as his master he had to teach him a lesson.

I believe that Terenas, Master Faol and the great Holy Light would be happy to see this scene.

Arthas, my good disciple, don't blame the teacher, I had no choice!

If it weren't for you, how could we four brothers understand the joy of education in another sense.

What a pity, Turalyon is not here...

"Ahem... can I take back what I just said?"

"I was just treated unfairly and I spoke out in anger."

"Don't take it seriously, my good masters. I'm just expressing my feelings...please don't come over here, okay?"

While being taught a lesson by the Silver Four, Jaina and the Scarlet Four dealt with Mal'Ganis.

Jaina was very happy at this moment. She found another flaw of the Nathrezim, which would definitely be useful when she returned.

It was all Mal'Ganis's fault for being too stubborn. He accidentally said something that was a trump card and then he strangled his own neck.

What else can we say? Our conspiracy will not succeed and we will fail.

Funny, just the words of a loser!

It’s such a pity that, as beautiful as I am, I couldn’t get more information out.

He was indeed not dead at that time. During this period of time, Arthas and his own guesses were indeed correct.

Oh no, I should have let Arthas stab him with the sword, why did I act on my own initiative?

Um...I made a major discovery.

"My prince, we should go back."

"Wait a minute Jaina, we have one more thing to do before we leave."

After the bruised and battered Arthas healed himself with a shot of Holy Light, he spoke slowly.

After his last experience, he decided not to hesitate any more, as the king had to save his face.

Today, grace and etiquette cannot be lacking. He really wants to prepare a gift for his other self.

"Oh, my warrior, where do you want to go?"

"Open the door, return to Lordaeron, and take care of some final matters."

"My goddess, we need a short break."

"If you open the door, I will give you five gold coins at a time, my Highness Prince Alsace."

However, the carefree Knights of the Silver Hand rushed in before Arthas took a step with his left foot.

"Arthas, let us go first. We all know that you are the most enthusiastic and kind prince in Lordaeron."

"Wait, I'm paying you, you can't do this."

"Kid, just like you said, we are rogue paladins."

"The weather is really nice today. Consider this bag of money as your gift to us. You are worthy of a king!"

"Thank you for your patronage, Master Paladin."

"You're welcome. Alsace pays for it."

"Praise the Holy Light! Today is another glorious day!"