The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Bang! An ice sculpture fell down. Who did it?

Oh! It turned out that this was the result of Arthas's desperate efforts. After being frozen many times, he had learned how to break the ice by himself.

Bang! Two swords of different colors shattered the ice. Feeling dizzy, Arthas silently gave a thumbs up to his good brother in his heart.

No matter which world he met, Brother Varian was always so kind-hearted and helped him out of danger time and time again without getting tired of it.

"Thank you, Varian."

"Jaina and I exist..."

"Treasure her, Arthas."

"Don't be like me, living a decadent life and repeating my setbacks."

"My last thoughts now are only revenge and watching Anduin grow up."

However, after the humorous icebreaker Varian pulled up his brother Arthas, he sighed helplessly.

"Brother Varian, don't be sad. My sister-in-law must be..."

"I haven't seen you like this for a long time, my brother. You have changed. You are now the same as before..."

"I was worried about Uncle Terenas... Never mind, I was worrying too much, Arthas."

"Go ahead and do what you want to do. I am sincerely happy for you now."

Arthas, who was about to laugh out loud to liven up the atmosphere, looked at Varian, who had no expression in front of him and was trying to force a smile, and his face changed.

In less than a second, Arthas, with bright eyes, stared blankly at Varian's dull eyes, as if he wanted to say, Brother, I understand all your suffering.

"Brother, now I have the ability to do one thing. I will let..."

"That's enough, Arthas."

"I understand. For the sake of the people of Stormwind, I will come out."

"Brother, do you remember the vows we made when we were little?"

"Brother, I still remember, for..."

"Well, it's a good thing you still remember everything. I have something to do so I'll leave first."

Seeing Arthas stand firm, Varian forced a smile again and waved his hand to stop his brother from continuing.

Varian, the good brother, felt particularly gratified. He raised his left hand, made a gesture that only he and Arthas understood, and immediately turned and left.

His mission here has been accomplished, the Alliance has won, and the people of the Alliance no longer have to suffer from the invasion of the undead from Northrend.

However, among the things that Arthas wrote to him, only the enemy who secretly planned to kill Tiffin had not received the justice he deserved.

After discussion, the two deputies he trusted most came to the conclusion that Varimathras was the murderer, and that Lady Prestor, who was loyal to Stormwind, would not deceive him.

After all, it was an exclusive piece of information. According to Katrina, a righteous warrior sacrificed his life to obtain that information.

Varian only felt sadness and self-blame for this. Yet another innocent and unknown Alliance warrior was murdered by the mastermind behind the scenes because of his "trivial things".

Varian strolled casually and found a quiet place on the Frozen Throne. He sheathed his sword, stood facing the wind, and stared absent-mindedly at the snow-covered scene outside the cliffs in front of him.

He listened to the cold wind whistling in his ears and wiped his wet eyes, but a drop of crystal clear tear still quietly slipped out through the gap between the big hands and slowly slid down his resolute face.

On this freezing frozen throne, the tear gradually solidified as it fell, turning into a round, snow-white bead.

Unexpectedly, the bead happened to fall into Varian's open palm. Why was he crying?

Of the two people who were silently watching Varian's lonely back, one of them had a look of sympathy and reminiscence.

Grand Duke Bolvar of Stormwind bowed his head and sighed, then turned and left, heading for Ner'zhul's execution ground, leaving Varian alone.

He knew very well that some things could not be persuaded now, and required the person concerned to bravely walk out of it on his own over a long period of time, or he would linger there forever.

However, the guilt in one person's eyes only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

She looked at Varian with even hotter, more contemptuous, and more eager eyes, as if he was just a plaything in her hands, allowing her to tease him in every way.

He was finally hers. After this battle, Varian could no longer escape the fate that the black dragon had woven for him.

Countess Katrana of Stormwind felt bored. After secretly glancing at Varian, she left with a smile, leaving behind a series of clattering sounds.

Now she has more important things to do. Although her plan to disrupt Stormwind City was unexpectedly modified temporarily, she unexpectedly gained deeper and heavier trust from some people.

Unfortunately, Onyxia didn't know that when she decided to go to the Frozen Throne with Varian, another ending that belonged to her was quietly approaching.

The arrogant Black Dragon Princess will eventually pay the price for her actions, which is her...

"We should respect his final wishes and give him a peaceful death, ending his life quickly and painlessly."

"Tirion, you once said that race does not represent glory, but enemies stained by sin do not count. They are not worthy!"

"Saidan, that's not what Fording meant. What he meant was actually very euphemistic. To put it bluntly..."

"Gavinrad, what are you talking about? I don't understand. Let me go first..."

"Brother, when you say this, can you please stop doing the same thing as Fording, pretending not to know?"

"The problem is that Uther yourself..."

"I understand. Just like what Arthas and Jaina said, it's time for me to take action."

Uther, with a serious face, stepped forward and pushed Fording and Dathrohan away.

"Supreme Holy Light! Please respond to your devout believers."

In the blink of an eye, he raised the Lightbringer hammer himself, condensing a shining holy light.

"Uther, you are our leader. How can we trouble you to do such a dirty job?"

Bang! The hammers collided, and Gavinrad stopped Uther from grabbing the head, even though he was the first to come.

"That's enough, Paladin, if you don't have the heart to do it."

"I, Daelin Proudmoore, don't mind taking action for you. For the sake of the Alliance, I will do my best!"

Pulling apart the two confronting paladins, Daelin drew out his precious sword, and the legendary admiral's rage was ready to burn at any time.

"Father, I want to remind you of one thing. Arthas really wants to end things with him."

"You can't do this until Arthas makes a decision."

When Daelin, full of fighting spirit, raised his sword, Jaina stretched out her little hand to freeze her own father and said dissatisfiedly.

Although I have frozen Arthas, you cannot snatch our spoils in front of us. The head attack is ours. We are the juniors. You can let us take it, okay?

"Oh? Is it our fault? Can you break this nasty spell first?"

"No, not unless you stop and just watch from the side."

"Jaina, you should know that for your and Arthas's sake, I must..."

"Alright! Can't I give it to you? Give it to you right now! Bad daddy! Get away from me!"

"My child, you are so kind. All we need is..."

"Here you are! Please be more conscious! Fork out!"

"Oh! My dear daughter, let's get out of here right away."

"Old friend, would you do us a small favor?"

"As long as you are willing to share some with me, old Antonidas will never refuse you."

Grabbing a dozen bottles of beer and several hunks of meat from Jaina, who was pouting and looking angry, the elders quickly found a secluded place, opened the beer lids, and ate the meat in big mouthfuls, enjoying this hard-earned gift.

"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have taken it out in the first place."

"Mother, where are you? Tanred, I miss you!"

It turned out that the elders were questioning Jaina again and again, asking why you got married secretly without their knowledge?

We even have a crown and two wedding rings. If we hadn't noticed the shining things on Arthas' head and on his left and right hands when he leaped up, how long would you have kept this from us?

We agreed that we must have another wedding, and it must be grand and festive, otherwise if you ever have a...Jaina, can you hear us?

What is this? Meat and wine? It smells so good! Not bad! Very good!

That's it. After ordering the warriors to clean up the battlefield, several elders came up with a brilliant idea to snatch these good things from Jaina.

"Arthas, it's all your fault. It's all your fault. Wuwuwu...my...wuwuwu..."

In front of Jaina, the undead troll, bound in shackles, was crawling on the ground, the soul fire in its eyes dim, as if it would be extinguished by a strong wind.

Here, Ner'zhul had been waiting for the Alliance's judgment for too long, about six minutes! Every second seemed like an eternity, it was really too torturous.

Are you humans usually so leisurely? Then, how did you have the ability to act so quickly and decisively? In less than three days, I was defeated by you.

I don't accept it, I really don't accept it. It's so aggrieved. I, Ner'zhul, will never admit such a thing.

In my grand plan, it was clearly my turn...

And you, little girl, at least shed some tears when you pretend to cry! Your face is full of grievances, but you can't even shed a tear. Your acting is so fake that even an old beastman like me can't be fooled.

Arthas Menethil, why haven't you come yet? I am already impatient to wait. Come and put an end to me, so that I...

"Ner'zhul, do you have any last words on this beautiful day?"

"I am so generous that I don't mind giving you some more time to breathe a few more breaths of the fresh air of Azeroth..."

"Alsace, the winner is the king, the loser is the enemy."

"If you really have mercy on me, please give me a quick death."

"This is my last wish, Ner'zhul. Nothing more."

Walking up to Ner'zhul, Arthas scratched the back of his head in confusion and said, "According to the script, you should spit at me."

Is this the Ner'zhul I remember? You might have been able to act like this when you were younger, but now I feel like you're trying to trick me.

Poor old orc, do you have any hidden tricks? Even Mal'Ganis has hidden a lot of his strength.

The two currently trapped in my Frostmourne were either stabbed to death by my forceful attack or by my unexpected stabbing.

As the first Lich King of Azeroth, who has great ideals and various conspiracies, is this all you can do?

Could it be that the Ner'zhul I met before was the normal one, and you are a low-end noob? Otherwise, how did the staff version of Frostmourne come about? I think my idea should be right...

"Come and fight me in a mak'gora! Ner'zhul, I am generous and willing to grant you an honorable fight."

"You died with honor in battle. Your wife, Rulkan, would be happy to see you like that."

"Lulkan..."

"I disagree, Arthas, you forgot Uncle Lothar and Orgrim..."

"Jaina, please don't worry about me."

Gently taking the tender, white little hand extended by Jaina, Arthas held her in his arms and whispered a promise.

They hugged each other for who knows how many times. In this warm hug, his Jaina finally stopped blushing and became very calm and cooperative. Arthas felt very satisfied.

"Have you forgotten the oath I swore to you? My princess, please trust your knight."

"Since you have made this decision, I will support you."

"May you return victorious, my Lord Knight."

"Of course, my princess."

"Hahaha! Arthas Menethil, you will have the same ending as Anduin Lothar. You can't..."

"Shut your filthy mouth, Ner'zhul."

A couple exuding a strong atmosphere of love said these words in unison with such amazing momentum that they successfully shut up Ner'zhul.