The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Who are you anyway? A dragon."

Seeing the elf in front of him...the appearance of Arthas, Mal'Ganis's heart was broken and he couldn't believe it.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying, Mal'Ganis?"

Mal'Ganis quickly blocked the sword and suddenly realized that Frostmourne was the authentic one.

If that's the case, the Crown of Domination on the other party's head should also be authentic.

Now that we've been exposed, let's fight Arthas with all our might!

With this in mind, Mal'Ganis threw away the broken sword and used all his hidden strength to catch Arthas off guard.

The sorrow of the Holy Light is still not sharp enough.

Not long after it appeared, it broke into two pieces. It was really sad and lamentable.

But... I, Mal'Ganis, will not fail so easily.

You are nothing but a bronze dragon from the future. You know the past well and want to change history. Dragons like you will only die in...

"What on earth are you Nathrezim hiding? In addition to frequently using fel energy, you actually have other powers."

"You hold so much power and look strong. You won't..."

"As long as you die, no one else will know this secret."

The red fist carrying the anima hit Arthas's heart. The dragon in front of him? Humans already know too much.

Mal'Ganis thought that Arthas must die here and destroy the souls of the undead in front of him.

The Emperor's plan must not go wrong, Arthas Menethil must die!

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

After swinging his sword several times in a row to block six heavy attacks from the Nathrezim in front of him, Arthas taunted again.

I'm really sorry for not sending you to death right from the beginning. These six punches made my knuckles hurt.

It’s true that he looks like the Lich King, but can you change him to an undead race for me... It hurts!

"Do you really want to die? I'll grant your wish now."

After knocking Arthas back with a punch, Mal'Ganis gnashed his teeth and stomped his hoof on the mental energy shield with a whoosh, using the force to pounce.

The left fist carried chaotic evil energy, igniting a two-meter-high dark green flame that roared towards him.

The right fist was attached with a dead undead, and it rushed over with a blood-red wave of the same height.

The body was split into two by the red and green Force, and there was a dark black sphere occupying the center of the chest.

"You don't seem to know as much as I do. Can you withstand my sword?"

He took two steps in the air to stop, then crouched with the sword in hand and stood up easily.

With a twist of his hand, he summoned a Death Grip filled with evil aura and grasped Mal'Ganis. The artist then immobilized him and forced him to automatically charge towards Frostmourne in Arthas's hand.

Why are you pretending? I have a trick that can break a hundred... You're really amazing, you can still use that trick!

After all, this is your home turf, and you almost got hit... But you almost did, Mal'Ganis.

In a flash, Arthas tore open Frostmourne, turned quickly and chopped to the left and right, and stomped on the shield.

I'm attacking from all sides, what gives you the right... I forgot about the top of my head, block it with the Holy Shield!

It turned out that Arthas used his left and right swords to cut open the mirror image of Mal'Ganis, and with himself as the center, he drew out ice spikes and earth spikes, stabbing in all directions.

However, Mal'Ganis's real body fell from above, his fists as powerful as ever, aiming at Arthas' head, and then... with a clang, it hit the circular holy shield that was shining with golden light.

"Heh! How long can your shield last?"

"Arthas Menethil, I admit that I underestimated you."

"Although I don't know how you got here, but... can you, a fake Lich King like you, defeat me?"

Seeing the holy shield in front of him begin to crack, Mal'Ganis looked at the so-called Dark King below and sneered coldly.

I was shocked when I saw you at first, but you are just an ordinary legend who is relying on the power of others to bully others.

What can you do to stop me when I'm firing at full force?

"I didn't think I said I only knew Holy Light, Mal'Ganis."

Arthas, who was in the Holy Shield, chuckled and summoned out shields in an instant.

The five shields of Bone Shield, Ice Shield, Anti-Magic Shield, Rock Shield and Holy Light Shield are activated at the same time.

You break one, I have many more, what else do you have? Mal'Ganis.

"Arthas! Are you only capable of hiding in your shell?"

Punch after punch, constantly breaking the shield outside Arthas' body, and suddenly black light appeared in Mal'Ganis's hands.

A flash of black light appeared, passing through the crack and rushing straight towards Arthas.

Submit to my command and accept my...how can you be okay?

"Why don't you take a look at what I'm wearing on my head? Are you seriously ill if you want to compete with me in power of control?"

After clicking his helmet, Arthas asked in confusion.

"Arrogant! Give me..."

"Your shadow power is a little weak... Your brother, Tichondrius, seems to be stronger than you..."

"In our duel, I will definitely be the winner. You have already been tricked and are sinking into..."

"Can you please not be so loud? As long as it's a low-quality fake illusion, I will kill it with my sword."

Bunny girl Jaina and the like, I destroyed them with one sword, is reality not sweet and soft?

In the blink of an eye, Arthas broke through the illusion, and with a sword in each hand, he slashed towards Mal'Ganis with the power of holy light.

While you are breaking through my layers of shields, I am also accumulating energy.

"Why are you so difficult? Paladin, you forced me to do this..."

"Are you sure you want to run? There are mages outside who are not weaker than me. How can you run away when it's two against one?"

"Arthas Menethil! This is truly the end!"

Mal'Ganis took out three scarlet crystals and several dark green crystals from his waist and crushed them with one hand.

With one breath of inhalation, his body became even larger, and red and green energy surged all over his body.

"My full-strength attack, Paladin...what can you use to block it!"

He simply pinched out a ball of energy mixed with mental energy and fel energy with one hand and threw it towards Arthas with great force.

"Oh? It only takes a second for me to turn the tide of the battle."

"Since you have no other means now, it is my turn to end you."

"What's the use of this move other than being fancy?"

"Please look... the first move of the Qianyan Sword Technique I created - the Fiery Sword Burns the Sky, the Holy Light Breaks the Evil!"

With a sword, he split the two-colored energy ball thrown by Mal'Ganis, and then Arthas jumped up shouting for the holy light.

He summoned one hand of the earth after another and grabbed Mal'Ganis's limbs and head with lightning speed. Golden and black chains appeared out of thin air and locked the joints of the demon's body, temporarily restricting Mal'Ganis's movements.

Without waiting for Mal'Ganis to say his last words, Arthas stabbed Mal'Ganis in the heart with the sword Frostmourne, which was imbued with golden and black energy.

With a "swish" sound, another Frostmourne, with the help of the wound opened by the sister sword, carried with it the ochre-colored power of the earth and pierced into the demon's chest.

With another hissing sound, the power of Menethil, with the might of golden flames, pierced the demon's neck with a sword.

"Do you think I'm just a legendary dragon? I have three legendary powers in my body. Do you understand the value of this?"

"Damn it... Arthas... I will..."

"You still want to queue up for resurrection in the twisting void? I don't even know how many of you I have killed."

"By the way, the Frostmourne I have is a strengthened version."

There was a flash of green light, and Mal'Ganis of the Nathrezim failed again, his body turning into green mist and dissipating.

His howling soul, along with the soul of Kel'Thuzad that he had not yet completely extracted, slipped into the soul prison of Frostmourne.

I thought Mal'Ganis would become stronger as he grew bigger, but after you came in, you directly severed the connection with Ner'zhul, and it seems that he is not very strong anymore.

You don't even need to wait to summon a demon? Worrying about others knowing your little tricks... you might as well run away right away.

"There is one more thing. I have to be more cautious and not relax."

So, in order to prevent these gases from having other effects, Arthas purified them with holy light.

There was once a Mal'Ganis who was also powerless and failed, but was still able to send messages to his brothers.

Mal'Ganis, do you know how heartbroken I was when I saw the Crown of Domination being taken away by Deseroc?

Finally, the cautious Arthas also purified himself with the holy light.

“Ugh…Ah!”

As the holy light flashed past, two screams were heard.

However, under the continuous impact of the holy light, their voices became smaller and smaller, turning into two gray lights and pouring into Frostmourne.

"You two are still alive. Your souls are so tenacious."

"It seems that Mal'Ganis's strength is not good enough! In the end, I got the advantage."

"Since you are still alive, go inside and keep Kel'Thuzad company... There will be more people, and it will be more lively."

Arthas breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the tiny black lines that had secretly been branded on his back disappear.

Just like last time, Mal'Ganis, the location you carved is exactly the same as the other location you chose.

If it weren't for Jaina, I, Arthas, would have been killed by you countless times. I immediately entered the dungeon and used the save again and again.

How many times do I have to die before I can see through your conspiracy? I don't want to know. It's definitely painful and a lesson I'll never forget.

"What a pity! I thought that after you exposed your strength, you would be as powerful as the future Twin Kings of Fear."

"That time, you and Jin Taisha deliberately died in our hands. What was your conspiracy?"

"Perhaps Denathrius saw that something unexpected had happened. In... with the way the Eternals gave you power, you were just pawns."

With a sigh, Arthas wiped the Frostmourne that had been put back together in his hand and confirmed his thoughts again.

During the Shadowlands incident, if I had been more reckless, I and Jaina might have really been gone.

It’s okay if I’m gone, but Jaina is gone...what are you thinking about!

"Without your own power, in Azeroth... you will only be enslaved!"

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. The real reason might just be some people's ridiculous thoughts."

"Why think so much? I will witness everything with my own eyes."

"It's time to leave here. Jaina is still waiting for me."

This shield formed by heart energy was shattered by a single sword from Arthas after the death of its owner.

Walking out of the duel arena carefully prepared by Mal'Ganis, Arthas saw only a volcano of piled bones.

The flame burned outside the white bones, automatically grilling the chicken legs on the aerial rack. A simple-minded Thunder Elemental was just flipping the grill.

If you move the camera a little to the right, you can see Jaina holding a chicken leg bone with only a few pieces of meat left in one hand. She suddenly jumps up and shoots away the fearless Undead warriors.

So Arthas was fighting a life-and-death duel with Mal'Ganis inside, while Jaina was outside beating the undead and enjoying her life. How miserable!

"Jaina, you can't enjoy it alone, I'm coming too."

While the legendary experience time was still intact, Arthas summoned the golden light, mounted his warhorse, took up the Sorrowful Sister Sword, and rushed towards the undead scourge.

Without top-notch combat power, what can the locusts use to fight me? Can the other Nathrezim react?

After completing the mission, Jaina and I went back. I believe that in Lordaeron, we will have the help of the reinforcements we brought.

There could be fewer sacrifices...it would be best if they were just injured, I will heal them all for you!

"To each his own, Arthas."

"Follow your wishes and have a good fight!"