The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

A white-haired high elf with a ponytail, wearing an exquisite phoenix robe with gold and red stripes, and a rice knife hanging on his waist, slowly walked out of his hut.

"Lor'themar? The robe you are wearing seems to be the standard of Sunstrider, the royal family of Quel'dorei."

The three Windrunner sisters rubbed their eyes at the same time in disbelief, and the second sister Sylvanas asked Lor'themar the first question.

In the impression of the three of them, Lor'themar would dress like this? It doesn't make sense!

He was dressed like this just a few minutes ago. He was obviously a qualified ranger. He looked quite handsome with a black eye patch on his left eye.

Although he is a little old now, he has a kingly aura, like a veteran who has been in power for many years... You enter the room just to change your clothes.

"Aren't you afraid of being...?"

"I am Sylvanas Windrunner, the Regent of Silvermoon City."

Bang! Lor'themar slammed the armrest of the small house and responded to Sylvanas shamelessly.

Although Anastarian may still be alive now, he is still in the plot after this battle.

Only you, Sylvanas and some of the high elves survived the Scourge's blitzkrieg.

The whereabouts of some Quel'dorei are still unknown, but they appear to help in the plots of other campaigns.

Therefore, the future Quel'Thalas elves in this world may not have completely disappeared, and many of them are still alive, fighting to the death against the Scourge.

And, that you were imprisoned in Lordaeron along with Terenas and Uther.

Although I don't understand that plot, it doesn't prevent me, Lor'themar, from being the regent of the blood elves.

"Please put away your curiosity. I will lead you to defeat the evil Scourge."

Clang! He drew his sword and pointed it forward, his eyes full of determination.

"I can already smell the stench of the undead. Let's go and guard the gate of Lordaeron together."

Bang! The Ranger Lord finally remembered and slammed the door shut.

"Is this why you brought the three of us here to rest? The other troops have already chosen positions to defend."

"We didn't understand why at first. It turns out you gave the order long ago to fool us!"

"Hahaha! I'm just General Avian's deputy. You three Windrunner sisters insist on listening to me. What can I do?"

Ding ding ding! The regent who blocked three feather arrows laughed out loud.

"You have come a long way! Lor'themar Theron, you dare to speak to my elder sister Alleria like that."

Considering how low-key her loyal subordinates were, Sylvanas couldn't help but loudly pass the blame.

Aurelia was so angry at her second sister's behavior that her veins bulged. Didn't they agree to form a united front?

You actually betrayed me. Fortunately, my little sister didn't do the same as you.

Sylvanas, please remember that the younger sister is the older sister's sweetheart.

"Is there a possibility that in this world, I am the leader of Quel'Thalas?"

Snap! Lor'themar, who was stroking the rice knife, did not bother to speak, but carefully wiped the precious sword in his hand.

"And you, Sylvanas, are just an ordinary ranger under my command. It's a pity that I didn't bring you with me from this world."

"Otherwise, I really want to see that scene."

Wow! Lor'themar, shaking out a knife flower, pointed directly to the key issue and revealed the fact that Sylvanas used Alleria as a shield.

"You are nothing like him, Regent. He is not as arrogant as you."

"Thank you for your compliment, Vereesa. Times have changed, and we must keep up with the times."

"Okay, now you must..."

"I'm so sorry, Windrunner."

Bang! Lor'themar, who was pretending to be weak, was hit on the head by Avian's back. He pretended to faint and flew back to the room, throwing himself on the soft sofa in the room.

"He is not usually like this. I apologize to you on his behalf and ask you to forgive his offense."

"This is the token for managing the city defense and the soldiers we brought with us. Please take it."

"I'm going to teach him a lesson. You guys go first, we'll be there later."

"Sisters of Quel'Thalas, may the light of the Sunwell be with you."

"We are willing to obey your orders, General Avian."

Ding ding! The two tokens, one white and one gold, were held firmly by Alleria and Sylvanas respectively.

Seeing through things but not saying anything, using the carrot and stick approach with one person playing the good cop and the other playing the bad cop...give everyone a way out and then just walk away.

Perhaps when Alleria arrives at the defense center of Lordaeron, she and Uther will see almost identical tokens in each other's hands and confront each other.

However, the truth is, Aurelia knew very well that they were just a supporting force, with only a few people... and they just needed to manage their own soldiers well.

Little girl, you have been with Vereesa for too long, and you seem to have been influenced a lot by my younger sister. You have been living in... I won’t say more, we are very busy.

"Little sister, if you really have a friend like Avian Mingyi, remember not to bother them."

"Ah... the one who looks like her is Jaina."

"It hurts, Alleria."

"Why did you hit me again? What did I do wrong?"

"Ah, I don't know whether this is good or bad for Ms. Proudmoore."

Looking at her younger sister's bewildered look, Aurelia sighed.

He shook his cloak and strode after the second sister, leaving the youngest sister where she was.

"Wait for me, I haven't caught up yet."

"Big sister, you can't treat me the same way as the second sister!"

"Vereesa, stop insulting me and come here quickly."

While the three Windrunners here were counting the elven troops, did anything happen in the royal palace of Lordaeron?

When Arthas and Jaina pushed open the door leading to the throne of Lordaeron, they saw an old man sitting on the throne.

He is the King of Lordaeron, Terenas Menethil.

"Ah, my child."

As soon as the King of Lordaeron saw Arthas coming back, he stood up and called his son softly.

"Father, I am glad to see that you are well, but we will not be happy for long."

Seeing that his father was still in good health, Arthas smiled.

"Yes, I have heard about the plague spreading in northern Lordaeron."

"But don't worry, my child."

"We are the most powerful kingdom in the Eastern Kingdom continent. There is no way we will fall."

Terenas, who was unaware of the real situation, comforted Arthas softly, his tone full of confidence.

With the Knights of the Silver Hand and the united people of Lordaeron, how could the Scourge destroy the Kingdom of Lordaeron?

We are united and strong. The invasion of the Scourge? We can destroy it with a flick of our hands.

"My child, may I ask what is this mysterious aura that surrounds you?"

I discovered that my son has a special aura that looks very shiny.

But Terenas was full of worries, wondering if the Crow Prophet had cast a curse on his son.

"Father, I saw a vision of the future from the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza."

"This is a powerful blessing she generously bestowed upon me, and she also told me that if I did not leave Lordaeron, I would be destroyed in the future."

Understanding his father's concerns, Arthas immediately spoke up to explain.

The halo around him was a blessing rather than a curse. He was now full of power, and the Holy Light responded to him.

"I am very concerned about your safety and the safety of the people. We cannot take too much risk in..."

"All right, kid."

"You said we had to leave our homes and retreat from an entire kingdom."

"This is not an easy task, and I will not agree to it so easily."

Terenas walked forward, patted Arthas on the shoulder, and told him the key.

"In that future, I became the Death Knight!"

"I am being manipulated by the enemy and have betrayed humanity. I cannot let this happen."

"Father, please understand me!"

Arthas, still full of enthusiasm, spoke passionately about his future of purifying Stratholme.

"Arthas, you are my pride."

"Jaina, you are his future."

"Don't panic, children. I will discuss this matter with the members of the Lordaeron Noble Council."

"Now, go find a place and have a good rest."

Before Terenas left the throne and went to the noble council of Lordaeron, he spoke softly to his son and future daughter-in-law.

However, after Terenas left, the little things on Arthas and Jaina quietly attached themselves to his body.

At the same time, Jaina held the prince's hand beside her and comforted him silently.

"Jaina, what happened?"

Feeling disappointed with his father, Arthas turned to Jaina and asked.

"Arthas, we have to organize the evacuation of the people."

"The Scourge may have already arrived here. We may not have much time now."

"But we must do our best to buy enough time for the people of Lordaeron to evacuate safely."

Having said that, Jaina gave him a kiss to soothe the chaotic emotions in Arthas' heart.

"The Holy Light has answered my prayers. You are right. Let us go find Uther first."

Suppressing the fantasies in his mind, Arthas, with the help of the Holy Light, pulled Jaina down the stairs.

In a valley, with the help of several crypt demons, Mal'Ganis led the undead army to dig through the mountain wall.

The principle of this Nathrezim in this battle is to fight quickly and decisively.

Gather the strength of the army and attack the Alliance's political center, Lordaeron, before the Alliance countries can react.

After the capital of Lordaeron is flattened, the remaining forces in various parts of Lordaeron will fall into a situation of leaderlessness.

Since Arthas wants to cross the west, it is even more impossible for him to take the initiative to unite the remaining forces of Lordaeron to fight against the Scourge.

He has the right time, place and people. After destroying this city, he can advance to Quel'Thalas to seize the Sunwell, and then surround Dalaran to obtain the Book of Medivh.

It turned out that it took too long to help Ner'zhul choose the body, so it was best to take the initiative like him.

It has to be said that after the Dark Portal was opened, the Alliance and the Horde in this world fought two wars, but still did not learn any lessons.

They had already suffered the loss when the orcs blitzed Quel'Thalas and headed straight for the capital of Lordaeron, but they had no sense of precaution.

It is never out of date to remember the lessons of history and to maintain a sense of awe for history!

"Those who follow me will prosper, those who go against me...will perish."

As soon as these words were spoken, they echoed through the sky, and Mal'Ganis' voice gradually spread into the distance.

At the gate of Lordaeron Palace, Uther, who was waiting anxiously, finally met Arthas and Jaina.

"Children! What did King Terenas tell you?"

"It's terrible. Father said he would discuss it with his congressman first."

In response to Uther's question, Arthas, with a somewhat sad look on his face, shook his head helplessly.

"This is such a waste of time! This is really..."

As the Scourge invaded outside the gates of Lordaeron, all the bells in the entire city of Lordaeron rang, sounding the alarm.

"Arthas, it looks like the Scourge is coming."

"Jaina, Uther, let's quickly organize a defense and ensure our people have time to evacuate."

"Let's go, Arthas. (Child)"

In the Noble Council of Lordaeron, Terenas was discussing matters concerning the Scourge with his noble councilors and exchanging views with each other.

"Remember, mortals, your end is coming."

It turned out to be a small gadget that had dropped from Terenas' body and rolled to the center of the parliament hall.

A black king figure exuding evil and tyranny appeared in everyone's sight, bringing with him a frost special effect, which lowered the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

"Hahahaha! I don't want to show mercy to any of you, mortals."

"Your bodies and souls will belong to me, and I will transform you into flesh puppets and death ghosts."

"Take a good look at it and accept the transformation. This tragic future belongs to you alone."

"The Scourge will accept no surrender, mortal."