The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Changing back into his original eye-patch outfit, Lor'themar walked up to the city wall and patted the shoulders of the two non-commissioned officers who were directing the soldiers in the front to defend.

"Elf, it's dangerous here."

"If you are not here to help defend the city, please leave immediately without delay..."

"Farric, Marwyn, you guys organize the defense here."

"Leave the attacking undead to me."

As usual, he looked for his adjutant, drew out his knife, strode to the top of the city wall, and jumped down.

"High elf, you shouldn't..."

"Quel'dorei, you have no obligation..."

Seeing this high elf ranger jumping off the city wall to commit suicide, Falric and Marwyn cried out at the same time and looked down.

Let's see if there is any chance to recover the body of this fool. Can you listen to our answer first and then decide whether to seek death or not.

Your death must be meaningful! We were also surprised that you were so familiar with us and ordered us around.

Also, your tone sounds a little familiar to us. How about giving us some time to react?

"Selama ashal'anore! (Fight for justice for the people)"

"Ah... uh."

In front of the main gate of Lordaeron City, the Scourge was rushing in.

To deal with these undead, Lor'themar leaped into the air and jumped to the city gate, shouting slogans.

Then, with a natural whirlwind slash, he killed six zombies that had just arrived at the city gate. He swung his sword diagonally, cutting two jumping zombies in half.

However, the undead would not have such an emotion as fear. The second wave of zombies came, with their mouths full of sharp teeth and spraying liquid, looking quite ferocious.

"The Scourge is nothing but chickens and dogs, vulnerable to attack."

Arthas stood there with his halberd, wielding the halberd that cut off the zombies, and dark red anger lingered around his body.

His blue eyes stared straight ahead at Mal'Ganis who was clapping his hands, his aura no less imposing than that of a demon.

"Elf, you have quite a bit of courage."

Seeing the elf's brave behavior, Mal'Ganis did not call him a mortal for the first time.

"But you forgot that you don't have enough capital."

"Really? Demon."

"You have people, and I have people, so...fire!"

Lor'themar waved his right hand, and a ten-meter-wide fireball came whistling and hit the undead army behind Mal'Ganis.

"Elf, this is all you have to rely on..."

"Of course more than that."

Hundreds of arrows and hundreds of magic orbs of different colors responded and once again accurately bombarded the undead behind the demons, starting the war.

"My army..."

"So much nonsense, if you are a man, you should fight with real swords and guns."

Lor'themar charged forward with his halberd, bringing with him a strong gust of wind. What could the Nathrezim in front of him do to block such a powerful blow?

"Elf, you are too arrogant and underestimate your opponent."

Mal'Ganis simply crossed his arms to block the full-strength attack from the warrior Lor'themar before his rage ran out.

"Mal'Ganis, you underestimate me too much."

A blue light flashed, and Lor'themar turned his halberd into a sword, swung it out as fast as lightning, and took the demon's head.

"Your power is only so great, elf."

"Same here, cunning Nathrezim!"

"You still have the leisure to refute? How outrageous!"

While Lor'themar and Mal'Ganis were fighting one-on-one, four ranger generals were aiming at the top of the city wall.

"Three sisters, are you aiming well?"

Avian, holding a bow and arrow, narrowed her eyes slightly and made a light sound.

Three Wind Walkers, are there any sisters who can step forward and shoot an arrow?

I think Lor'themar can't hold on any longer, he's just gritting his teeth and holding on.

"We're ready, Avian."

Vereesa, who had already charged a violet magic arrow, echoed in response.

Be ready, Avian, and strike now.

This is the first time I discovered that Lor'themar likes close combat duels. This is indeed very different from his usual self.

"So, who of us is going to fire the first shot?"

Sylvanas, holding a dark blue ice arrow, asked doubtfully.

Who is coming? I can’t bear it anymore.

Lor'themar Theron, we are rangers, but you are learning close combat from a warrior. Shouldn't you be swinging your sword desperately when you have no way to retreat?

"Avian, you are the leader, shoot the arrows quickly."

Alleria, holding a holy arrow shining with golden light, urged Avian.

Regent Lord... Lor'themar, the melee heart hidden in your heart is fully demonstrated in this you.

"Uh...sisters, let me tell you the truth."

"I became a Ranger General not because of my archery skills. Do you believe me?"

"Don't look at me. I make a living from arcane magic."

Seeing that Lor'themar was being suppressed by Mal'Ganis, Avian didn't dare to continue playing and told the truth.

Are you that scared? Lor'themar, use your trusty Light of God to smother your face and attack.

"Oh, you got to the top through magic!"

"The fireball you just threw was really good. You do have excellent magical talent."

"No wonder we haven't seen you two shoot arrows. As rangers in this world, you are somewhat derelict in your duty."

The three Windrunner sisters shouted in unison, and the three arrows that had been charged turned into three streams of light and attacked Mal'Ganis.

"Is your name Lor'themar? I'll give you a chance."

"This is too much! How dare you insult me."

Seeing the message sent by Avian in the channel, Lor'themar shouted, immediately slashed with his sword, and retreated with the force.

"Haha... despicable elf!"

Seeing the three forces rushing towards him, Mal'Ganis no longer hid his strength. He supported himself on the ground with both hands and summoned a dark green fel energy shield.

Three arrows blew up Mal'Ganis' shield, forcing him to retreat thirteen steps.

"Is this all your power, Mal'Ganis?"

Although Lor'themar was holding a knife and taunting the demon, he was actually very panicked. When did you become so powerful?

Every time I attacked, I attached other abilities to the outside to cover up the holy light inside. As a result, I was almost defeated by you even though I was familiar with your fighting methods.

Not only did I not end the battle quickly, but I was also bullied by a defeated general like you. I simply cannot stand it.

You just suddenly became stronger in the game. How could you become so much stronger in reality? Do you have a power bank?

If Ner'zhul, who is far away in Northrend, heard Lor'themar's voice, he would probably applaud. I am the power bank you mentioned.

However, the premise of all this is that Ner'zhul can move, otherwise everything is false.

"If you keep hiding your strength, you'll die miserably, elf."

"It's obviously you, I'll just keep going at full throttle!"

"Since it is I, Mal'Ganis, who said so, then you can go on your journey with peace of mind."

"I advise you to speak properly, devil! For the sake of the Holy Light!"

With the Mi-Axe held high, Lor'themar spread his wings of light, leaped up, and condensed a ray of holy light to chop down Mal'Ganis who was getting closer and closer to him.

"I knew that you had the stench of Holy Light lurking in you, Paladin."

"Stink? What's on me is light!"

"Very well, use this as your..."

"Devil, who will talk to you about morality!"

As Mal'Ganis excitedly swung his claws to tear apart the Holy Light, Lor'themar jumped into the portal given by Avian and ran away.

At the same time, the three Wind Walker sisters on the top of the city screamed.

It turned out that Avian had finally shot her arrow, and turned into a fire phoenix screaming towards the sky and pounced towards Mal'Ganis.

"I think I know how you got to the top through magic, Avian Brightwing."

"Aurelia, please check if the demon is okay."

The three ranger generals looked in the direction Sylvanas pointed and realized that although the arrow was loud, its power seemed a little insufficient.

After the smoke cleared, Mal'Ganis only had a slight scrape on his left arm, and there was no trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Mortals, I've had enough..."

Before Mal'Ganis could finish his words, green blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

When he turned around, he found a portal behind him.

"No, no, no, I'll borrow your words."

"You are too arrogant, Mal'Ganis."

A sword stabbed into Mal'Ganis' chest, and Lor'themar, who was standing behind him, retorted with his sword in hand.

"You are indeed a little clever, but who am I? I am...Pfft."

"I know, you are Mal'Ganis!"

A golden light flashed, and Lor'themar scratched his ear, turned his sword into a spear, and stabbed Mal'Ganis behind him with a backhanded shot.

"Mortal, I have to admit that you do have some skills,"

"But I, Wayne, have been waiting for a long time."

Chi! A Nathrezim suddenly appeared and stabbed Lor'themar's chest with a claw.

"How is that possible? I didn't even sense you leaving here."

However, Lor'themar's wounds did not bleed, but instead emitted wisps of holy light energy.

"You fool, Wayne Gai, he ran away a long time ago."

"You should have taken decisive action when he stabbed my clone."

After crushing an abomination to death and recovering from his injuries, Mal'Ganis pointed at his brother and cursed.

"You disappoint me so much, my brother."

"I am so sorry, Mal'Ganis."

"Next time, I won't let you down again, my brother."

After retracting his claws, Waynge bowed and apologized to Mal'Ganis with a very sincere attitude.

"Wait, why are you walking back? Shouldn't we continue to attack the mortal capital?"

"You're so slow, Wayne."

"When you are still alive, tell me about the next time."

Mal'Ganis walked into the undead army, shook his head and sighed.

"Inert? Mal'Ganis, you can't..."

"My friend, listen carefully to what Mal'Ganis says. Will you have another chance?"

Lor'themar, leaning behind Vaingale, whistled, twirled the mi hammer in his left hand, pressed Vaingale's shoulder with his right hand, and softly comforted the enemy in front of him.

"Mortal, you dare..."

"What can I say! Don't you understand what Mal'Ganis is saying?"

"He only dares to call me an elf, but you dare to call me a mortal."

"This is the difference in perspective, my friend."

He smashed the hammer into the body of his "friend", then Lor'themar turned the hammer into a sword and drew it out.

He walked forward a few steps, leaving behind a chic back.

"You will regret not killing me, mortal."

Just as he finished speaking, a fireball came with three arrows and rushed into Waynge's body.

"Well... time's up!"

When Lor'themar snapped his fingers, a thick holy light emerged from Vaingai's body.

In the light, Lor'themar threw the magic sword that had been transformed by Avian, and stabbed it into the head of Vaingai behind him.

With just a wail, Waynge's body turned into two feet of light, and his soul flew into the magic sword.

"How dare you attack me? Mal'Ganis and I were fighting one on one, my brother."

"Is that right, Mal'Ganis?"

After taking back the magic sword that looked the same as the Mi Sword, Lor'themar took out the Mi Sword.

He performed a sword dance in front of Mal'Ganis and the undead behind him, then swung a golden sword beam straight at the enemy.

"If you had not swung this sword, Lor'themar, I might have agreed."

Mal'Ganis stepped to the left and personally sent away several undeads and spoke in a cold voice.

"Demon, accept the judgment of justice... Kel'Thuzad."

"Prince Arthas, long time no see."

A lich came from behind Mal'Ganis and knocked Arthas away with a slight wave of his hand.

"Arthas, are you okay?"

"Please don't worry, I'm fine, Jaina."

At this time, reinforcements from both sides also arrived, forming two distinct forces at the gate of Lordaeron City.

"Lor'themar, it's time for another fight..."

"Come on, Avian! Fire!"

A fireball and an ice ball came with rolling heat waves and rolling cold winds respectively, and hit the undead army again, killing many of them.

"Don't just stand there and watch... follow me! For Quel'Thalas! For the Alliance!"

The battle between the Alliance and the Scourge at the city gate, led by Lor'themar, started again.

In the soul prison of the magic sword, Waynge, who was heartbroken by the betrayal of his brother, saw a familiar demon.

"Mal'Ganis, why did you betray me!"

"Who are you? Strange Nathrezim, I don't even know you."

"He is Venge! Mal'Ganis."

"Lotilas, Venge, you have recognized the wrong person. I am over here."