The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"This cage can no longer hold me! I, Ner'zhul, am finally free! Tichondrius, you will pay the price!"

"Kil'jaeden, Zorval, you must understand that Frostmourne is mine."

"Only I, Ner'zhul, can accomplish such a great feat, and you are nothing but the dregs of time, the remnants of fate..."

The above are all the fantasies of Ner'zhul who regained his freedom. The real situation is actually:

"Lord Tichondrius, your humble servant Ner'zhul greets you."

"Lord Mal'Ganis, I really have no intention of harming you! Those are just mortals trying to sow discord."

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"Ner'zhul, we are not here to listen to your flattery."

"This Frostmourne is now in your care."

"Don't let us down. You should be aware of the consequences."

"Of course, Lord Tichondrius."

"Loyal Ner'zhul is willing to serve you, even if it costs me my life."

Ner'zhul, who had regained the body of a frost troll, stood in front of Tik'Odis and said, patting his chest.

Under the current situation, he still needs the help of these adults in front of him, and Ner'zhul dare not have any rebellious thoughts.

When the time is right, he would be happy to return all the humiliation he suffered today.

And this troll body is really not suitable. He originally wanted the body of Arthas or Jaina.

He had also spent a lot of time before getting familiar with how to control the human body.

Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished, forcing him to possess this body.

"Not good. Frostmourne is completely out of my control, Lord Tikaudis."

"It already has its own owner. We have been tricked."

However, as soon as Ner'zhul got the Staff of Frostmourne, he felt that the staff was incompatible with him and wanted to leave him.

"What's going on? When I used it just now, it wasn't like what you said."

"Ner'zhul, show it to me."

"Yes, Lord Tichondrius."

After picking up Frostmourne again, Tikaudius looked left and right but didn't find any problems.

This staff is obviously very docile in my hand. Could it be that Ner'zhul did something?

But what the emperor told us is... forget it, let him try it again.

"There's nothing wrong with Frostmourne, Ner'zhul. Why don't you try it?"

"My lord, Frostmourne is clearly..."

"Ner'zhul, just give it a try. If anything goes wrong, we will be there to watch."

With a look that said "if you don't take it, you'll be in trouble", Ner'zhul, knowing that his fate was unfortunate, once again picked up Frostmourne.

This time, Frostmourne finally stopped making a fuss and lay obediently in Ner'zhul's hands.

"Lord Tichondrius, Frostmourne..."

"Frostmourne! Obey me!"

Accidents always happen so wonderfully. A loud male voice came from a portal that suddenly appeared.

Arthas, who walked out of the door, was very confused at this time? He didn't shout! Is my Frostmourne still lying in my storage space?

"Arthas, you want Frostmourne to obey you? Are you trying to make us laugh to death?"

"Mission? Mal'Ganis, I have people. Lots of people! Enough to crush yours."

"You are surrounded by us, demon. I don't mind if you just surrender..."

"Bullshit! You two really want to surround us? We are six against two!"

Faced with the blow of reality, Arthas fell silent and turned to look at Jaina suspiciously.

Wife! You can't afford to play, so we're the only ones here to die?

"Jaina, where's our backup? Scare them to death."

"Frostmourne! Follow the orders of Jaina Proudmoore!"

Did I hear you wrong? What was Jaina yelling? Frostmourne?

Jaina, if you really want Frostmourne, I can...

"Frostmourne, I, Ner'zhul, am your master. Obey me!"

In the blink of an eye, the staff left Ner'zhul, and Ner'zhul was alone again, roaring angrily.

Once again, the things that belong to me betrayed me.

Whoosh! The staff of Frostmourne flew past Arthas within a centimeter of his eyes, cutting off a few strands of his golden hair.

At that moment, Arthas understood that the Frostmourne they were talking about was a staff... a staff?

That's not right? I clearly remember that Frostmourne is a rune sword.

Could it be that the original timeline of the world I'm in is that Jaina and I went to Northrend? She would draw the sword for me.

And I, Arthas Menethil, will become her most loyal death knight? A pitiful and respectable pair...

Perhaps it was because he gained infinite power of the Holy Light that he fought her to the death, deciding the outcome or even dying together, leaving behind a series of tortuous and bizarre love-hate stories between Arthas and Jaina.

Or you could become an unknown person, struggling in the turbulent times of Azeroth, seeking your own path.

Uh... weapons can be fused? That doesn't make sense... Even if Jaina becomes the Lich King, she still has to draw her sword... the staff doesn't change? I'm blind!

The staff named Frostmourne flew in front of Jaina and stopped, gradually merging into the staff in Jaina's hand.

After the two staffs merged, the staff in Jaina's hand did not change at all and remained exactly the same as before.

"The work is done! It's my turn..."

"A sneak attack? Such a shameless act by a sinister villain."

It turned out that the three swarms of stinking bats thrown out by Balnazzar, Diceroc and Varimathras were purified by Arthas with a ray of holy light.

"Thank you for your compliment, Lady Proudmoore. We, the Nathrezim..."

"Please shut your stinky mouths. The justice of the alliance has arrived now."

Jaina behind Arthas clapped her hands a few times, and a portal emitting a faint orchid glow appeared.

The long-awaited human and dwarf heroes arrived at the Frozen Throne, led by Uther, Muradin and thirteen others.

In their team, there was a Kael'thas who was surrounded by three flaming balls and he was out of place among them.

His whole body was burning with flames, and as soon as he appeared, the gorgeous flames illuminated the surroundings.

In this cold place, as enthusiastic as he is, all he wants is to warm everyone up.

It was definitely not the power that suddenly exploded after he saw the demon with his own eyes and knew the horror of the Burning Legion.

"Demon, for the Alliance, taste the wrath of Sunstrider!"

The most frightening thing was the silence in the air. In order to break it, Kael'thas condensed two phoenix flames in his hands and shot them out.

"That's all the power of your fire, Kael'thas Sunstrider."

With one hand, Tichondrius crushed the Phoenix that was rushing towards him, and with a smile on his face, he clapped his hands lightly.

Amidst the sparks, personally applauded Kael'thas.

Then, Tichondrius turned around and pressed the shoulder of the undead troll wearing the Crown of Domination behind him.

He whispered in Ner'zhul's ear: "It's your turn, Ner'zhul."

"It's time to fight them and test your strength."

"The Frozen Throne is your home turf. We are optimistic about you."

When he heard that Tikaudis wanted to send him to die so as to buy time for them to escape, he already understood the truth and looked embarrassed.

"Sir, I feel..."

“Ahahaha! Sorry, heroes of Azeroth, it is you who are surrounded.”

"It's time for the show to begin. My comrades, my servants, come out."

"Let these mortals see our power. They dare to challenge us. They are courting death!"

In an instant, the space around the Frozen Throne shattered, and hellfires and demons walked out of it one after another.

Similarly, under the glacier of the Frozen Throne, the elite Scourge who had been hiding for a long time broke out of the ice, led by the Crypt Lord Anub'arak.

When they came out, they deliberately widened the Frozen Throne so that the army could stand on it safely.

"Heroes of Azeroth, do you think we are just lambs to be slaughtered?"

"Fish on the chopping board? Little do you know that we are just using our bodies as bait to lure you to come."

"Before this, we thought you wouldn't dare to come here and die, but we didn't expect you to be so bold."

With his hands behind his back, Tikeaudis walked slowly forward with his brothers, opened his arms, and loudly recounted their plan.

"Arthas, Jaina, what if you figured out our plan?"

"Today, I will teach you a bloody lesson."

"In the face of absolute power, your so-called justice and judgment are nothing but empty words."

"Tikeaudis, they may not survive today."

At this moment, the ferocious-looking Diselocco kindly reminded his leader.

The time has come for the arrogant mortals to die; the evil power and death have sounded their death knell.

"Oh... mortal, is that so?"

"My brothers, do they really have no more cards to play?"

"Are the warriors of Azeroth going to kneel before evil on this auspicious day?"

"Demon! Holy Light will not abandon its believers. In the name of Holy Light! Go..."

The moment Saidan, who was more than two meters tall, strode forward, dark green evil energy emerged around him and instantly bound him to the ground.

"Saidan Dasohan, take a good look around you. Do your brothers dare to take action?"

Gently tearing open the fel seal on Saidan's mouth, Balnazzar waved his hand, made Dasohan float up, and pointed his finger directly in front of him.

The other fourteen masters of the alliance, like Saidan, were wrapped in fel energy or frost chains.

Uther, Tirion and others couldn't even utter a word. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't break free of the strong shackles on their bodies.

"Ms. Proudmoore, do you think Frostmourne is really that easy to steal?"

"Give you a chance, and I might consider letting you go."

Varimathras, standing in front of Jaina, summoned a ball of fel flame and placed it in front of Jaina.

"What's going on, mortal, how can you break free..."

However, the blazing green fireball was precisely controlled by Varimathras, emitting a wisp of flame.

"Stop it, demon!"

Before the flames reached Jaina's face, who had broken free from her restraints and was about to attack, a strong holy light suddenly flashed out.

"Ah! Arthas, how is it possible..."

"Varimathras, how dare you hurt my Jaina!"

"No one... no one! Can bully her in front of me."

"On the day of our wedding, I promised that I would be her lifelong guardian knight and never leave her!"

"No one can hurt her! Did you hear what I said?"

Arthas, with the summoning crown on his head, chopped Varimathras away with a sword. In a rage, he shouted loudly his previous oath.

"Even the Lich King doesn't dare to do this, let alone you, Varimathras!"

At this moment, Arthas' eyes were shining with golden light, his whole body was burning with golden flames, and the power of Menethil and the ring in his hands were also emitting golden light.

Golden flames burned all around him, instantly melting the layers of ice around him, emitting bursts of scorching hot breath that brushed across the enemy's face.

The silver-armored knight, like a god from heaven, appeared on the scene with holy light all over his body, and shattered the attacks launched by the surrounding enemies with one sword after another.

Daelin and Antonidas, who were able to unlock the shackles at any time in the distance, saw this scene and smiled with relief.

They and other acquaintances of Arthas and Jaina were thinking the same thing: when did you two hold your wedding? You weren't even engaged...

However, in the eyes of demons and undead, Arthas at this moment is nothing more than a moment of afterglow, the last struggle of a mortal before death.

The Burning Legion conquered planet after planet, and the resistance of mortal warriors only excited most demons.

When the souls of these heroes were trapped in the fel furnace and were being exploited for fel energy, the wailing and begging for mercy they heard was exactly the supreme enjoyment they were craving for.

"My comrades, please step back and let me put an end to his tenacious life."

"Mal'Ganis, let me, this mortal..."

"Varimathras, that's the dispute between Mal'Ganis and Arthas."

"Back off, don't make me repeat myself a second time."

"Wait until Mal'Ganis has finished venting his anger. If Arthas is still alive, I'll leave it to you to deal with."

Hearing what Tichondrius said, Varimathras snorted coldly and turned away.

As Mal'Ganis approached Arthas step by step, other demons and undead made way for him.

"Arthas, between you and me..."

"You are no match for me, Mal'Ganis."

"In the name of Holy Light, you will die by my sword."

"In the name of the Nathrezim, I accept your challenge."

Even if Arthas in front of him burst out with a terrifying holy light again, it still couldn't stop Mal'Ganis's desire for revenge.

The next moment, Mal'Ganis laughed loudly, drew a long sword from an unknown demon, and rushed towards the battle of destiny in his heart.

At this moment, his heart was filled with excitement, his whole body was filled with strength, and the power of evil energy permeated the sword.

The weapon is filled with thick fel power, ready to fight the sword of its master's enemy at any time according to Mal'Ganis's will.

For a moment, the long swords in the hands of the two duelists emitted clear sword sounds at the same time, and the strong emotions of the man and the demon seemed to make the two swords communicate with each other's masters.

"This is our last battle, Arthas Menethil! Let us fight to our heart's content..."

"What I want to say is, heroes of the alliance, can you please stop pretending? You're making me worry for nothing."

After Arthas chopped Mal'Ganis back with an axe, Jaina flashed to the prince's side.

"We just need a little time, Arthas."

"Those demons are too cunning. They prepared so many people to besiege us."

"Jaina, what do we need to do now?"

"of course……"

"For Azeroth! For the Alliance! Let us fight them to the death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless elements and summoned creatures appeared on the Frozen Throne.

At the same time, portals appeared out of thin air, and fully armed warriors walked out of them.

The Paladin lights up the holy light, the Mage unleashes the arcane, the Warrior burns with rage...

Unable to bear to see Arthas fight alone, the heroes who had been accumulating strength for a long time finally took action.

For a moment, on the Frozen Throne, the fateful battle between justice and evil was about to begin.