The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"My servants are waiting for you. They are starving."

"Didn't you notice, my subjects?"

Walking to the center of the conference hall, Terenas found a stone the size of a grain of rice and immediately crushed it.

"Look what you are all so scared of. It's just a prank by an unknown wizard."

"Your Majesty is right. We have been deceived."

"That damned Curse Cult must have sent people here to disrupt our military morale and try to delay our decision on them."

"Your Majesty Terenas, we should immediately send someone to capture that wizard and make him receive the punishment he deserves."

"The laws of Lordaeron are sacred and inviolable. My Lord, I believe that this cunning villain must be severely punished to demonstrate the supreme majesty of the Menethil royal family."

Listening to the flattery of these nobles, Terenas returned to his seat with a sullen face, and he had already cursed his "subjects" countless times in his heart.

After listening to it three times, you cowards finally realized, where is your face? Don't you have any shame? You still need me to take the initiative to help you.

Apart from the few of my people on the stage, who among you will join me in searching for this debris and let me wipe it out with my own hands?

Am I, Terenas Menethil, really your king? Or am I just your puppet?

On the surface, you praise me as a wise king, but secretly you wish to drive me out of office.

It's also an offense to the dignity of the Menethil royal family... How can it not be an offense to your own dignity?

I threw all the responsibilities to our Menethil royal family, and I just sat back and reaped the benefits. How could I let you guys have it so easy... How shameful!

Isn't supreme majesty your own interest? You are even more evil than goblins.

At least they will humble themselves for gold coins, but you guys are not like that, you are decent... I really want to save your face.

If it weren't for the stability of Lordaeron, I would send you to hell with my own hands and let you see what the gods you believe in are really like.

Although I don't know what that thing is, when my son inherits the throne, I will send you off. I swear to the Holy Light that I will do what I say.

By the way, some of you are not only corrupt but also oppress the people and are even traitors to your race. I really...

"Your Majesty, we have discussed how to arrest the evil wizard. Please review it."

"Oh? You guys have thought of this solution."

"My most loyal subject, Lord Jones Floss, are you sure you want to tell me this?"

"Did you see that I'm old? Did you think I couldn't lift a knife? Jones Floss!"

"Answer me! My most loyal subject!"

Hearing Terenas's continuous and harsh questioning, the pale-faced Jones' legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

But fortunately, the table blocked other people's sight, and not many people saw his ugly appearance at this moment.

"Your Majesty, we should continue discussing the Scourge. Please forgive my sins."

"Very good. Anyone else disagree?"

"No, Lord Terenas."

So, the Noble Council of Lordaeron finally began to formally discuss the agenda of this meeting.

But can they really come to a conclusion quickly? Will the Terenas of this world disappoint us? Perhaps he has already disappointed us.

However, his combat power is indeed not on the same level as the several Terenas that Lor'themar had met before.

At least there is no problem fighting Uther, he is an old legendary warrior.

Otherwise, how could he follow the original plot and go to Quel'Thalas with Uther to deliver... instead of running south, he ran northeast.

In a sense, is it a halo that reduces intelligence? I don’t know!

What's more, with Lor'themar and Avian in this world, he can't just charge in with his head held high!

In the temporary camp of the Scourge, Mal'Ganis, with his hands behind his back, asked Kel'Thuzad behind him when reinforcements would arrive.

"Kel'Thuzad, when will the frost dragon army arrive here?"

Today they failed to capture Lordaeron in one go, and they lost a lot of troops, even a general was sacrificed.

This lesson learned with blood was too painful. Mal'Ganis himself was beaten seven times by mortals and his majesty was no longer as strong as before!

"Lord Mal'Ganis, the Frost Dragon Legion is expected to arrive here before noon tomorrow."

"Those mortals will not be able to remain rampant for long. Their doom will be brought about by us ourselves."

Kel'Thuzad bowed to Mal'Ganis and spoke so confidently, their Scourge was indeed large enough.

While the Scourge is attacking other parts of Lordaeron, it can also gather troops to besiege the capital of Lordaeron.

I'm sure the humans in the city are feeling overwhelmed by this now. Our Scourge is gathering here from all over, and you can't possibly defeat us.

"Hahaha! This is really good news, Great Lich."

Mal'Ganis turned 180 degrees and laughed three times, praising Kel'Thuzad, and now he didn't even call him by his name.

"We will definitely complete our own mission and summon Lord Archimonde."

Kel'Thuzad, with loyalty written all over his face, saluted again and responded to Mal'Ganis in an extremely flattering manner.

When your Burning Legion's invasion of Azeroth fails, it will be our turn for the Scourge to rise, Lord Mal'Ganis.

Today, Titus also found a suitable alternative sword bearer.

The time is not far until my master, the Lich King, is freed from the Frozen Throne.

Frostmourne, who will be your master? I'm very curious... Good news keeps coming! Hahaha!

While Kel'Thuzad was laughing wildly in his heart, what was the alternative sword-bearer in his mind doing?

"Why are you guys resting while I'm guarding the door?"

After burning the abomination in front of him with one sword, Lor'themar leaned against the wall and looked at his friends gathered around the campfire behind him, shedding vague tears.

"Sir, we are here to accompany you."

"Revos Sunfury, I'm not talking about you."

Glancing at the team of spellbreakers standing with shields behind him, Lor'themar sighed.

This is not my Lordaeron, why should I fight so hard and dare to take on... You are loyal, but can you give me a hand?

What the hell is that, casting spells behind me? Aren't we supposed to be fighting the undead in close combat, enjoying the war song of fire and blood?

If you were my only soldier, I would lead you to attack the enemy's hinterland. Attack is the best defense.

Rather than letting the undead consume our combat power, it is better to implement a decapitation tactic.

"Alas, it's not your fault. There are just too many undead."

With another long sigh, Lor'themar charged forward with his knife in hand. Even though his opponent was hundreds of undead, he remained undaunted.

Following behind him were countless arrows and magical orbs. Lor'themar was not alone, and there was not just one elf fighting.

At this city gate that was only ten meters wide, he just wanted to...

Dongdong! Arthas pushed open the door of the Lordaeron Nobles' Council Hall and strode in.

"Father, and fellow councillors, I would like to interrupt your meeting for a moment."

"We have repelled a wave of attacks from the Scourge. We must take this opportunity to evacuate to Kalimdor."

Arthas walked to the center of the hall, speaking loudly and with a heavy tone along the way so that everyone present could hear him.

He still hasn't forgotten to cross the west. If Lor'themar knew this, he would probably beat him to death. Now is the time to race against time and wait for support. How dare you retreat in the main battlefield?

Is this all the Holy Light you learned not long ago? The Lordaeron I remember is not as big as your dungeon.

"We have wasted too much time. If this continues, Lordaeron will..."

"You are wrong, Your Highness Arthas."

"We, the entire military and civilian population of Lordaeron, are united as one. The Scourge will never be able to break through the defenses we have built together."

Lord Jones Floss, who represented other members of parliament, stopped the prince from speaking. Who are you? How can you say something that would disturb the morale of the army?

It's because King Terenas sat next to me. Otherwise, why would I speak for a young man like you? I curse...

"Jones is right, my boy."

"We cannot abandon our country so easily. The people of Lordaeron who are being invaded by the undead are watching us."

Although Terenas' temples were already gray, his eyes were still bright, and he gently warned his son.

As the royal family of Lordaeron and the leaders of the people, they cannot retreat until the situation becomes irreversible.

"Haven't we already held out against a wave of attacks from the Scourge? If we can hold out once, we can hold out a second time, and even..."

"Father, you have no idea how terrifying the Scourge is. There are too many of them, blocking out the sky and the sun..."

"Don't you think we don't know? Arthas Menethil!"

"While you were fighting against the Scourge on the front line, we witnessed the horror of the Scourge here with our own eyes."

Having said this, Terenas paused for a moment, a little angry, and then continued.

"If the so-called prophecy of the crow prophet is true, then we cannot give up our territory."

"The Lich King first chose Lordaeron as the main attack direction. He must have a conspiracy."

"As long as we hold this place, we can see through the conspiracy of the demons and the undead."

Hearing this, Arthas in the audience wanted to refute his father, but he couldn't think of any way.

"You have to understand, Arthas."

"We are the core of the alliance. If we go away and leave our people and allies behind, what will they think of us?"

"Arthas, I told you that a king must be responsible, have a broad perspective, and have a long-term vision."

Seeing his son's expression changing constantly, Terenas could only comfort Arthas in his heart.

When the critical moment really comes, I just need to stand up and take all the responsibility.

You and Jaina can go, and take the people who follow you with you, west to Kalimdor.

The Eastern Kingdoms needs someone of sufficient stature to take responsibility for all of this, but that person will never be you, my child.

My fate was sealed when the Scourge chose us in Lordaeron.

Either destroy them or be killed by them, choose a suitable way to die in exchange for the future of Menethil and Lordaeron.

The crown on your head and the kingship in your hand are not so easy to hold, my child.

Perhaps I did not teach you well, Arthas. I hope that you will understand everything in the future and understand my position and considerations at that time.

What your father did, at least in terms of the results, was good for you and Jaina.

My child, when you were born, your name quietly echoed in the forests of Lordaeron...

"Father, it is because of your teachings that we must cross to Kalimdor before it is too late."

After mentally combining the teachings of Terenas and Uther, as well as the visions of the future that Alexstrasza had shown him, Arthas came to a conclusion.

The holy light in his body also told him so. His idea was not wrong and his belief was extremely firm.

Only by uniting the power of Kalimdor can he lead his people to defeat the Lich King who is hiding behind the scenes and controlling fate.

"Guards! Take the prince down to calm down."

"At your command, Your Majesty."

"Father..."

"Seal it and take it away!"

"As you wish, Your Majesty."