The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Ms. Proudmoore, what should we do with these resurrected tribe members?"

After General Marcus Jonathan of the Seventh Fleet, the Alliance reinforcements, dealt with the resurrection incident in Theramore, he found Jaina Proudmoore and asked how to resolve the follow-up of the matter.

Although there were two Proudmoores on the field, one was not wearing a hood and looked sad, and the other was lying on... Arthas... The Lich King...

"Imprisoned in Theramore's dungeons..."

"What's going on? My face is so wet."

At this moment, Arthas happened to wake up and felt his face was wet.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Jaina with a red face, wearing a hood and sticking to his face. She hugged him tightly and he was too embarrassed to get up.

After figuring out what Jaina had done, Arthas told her to turn off her passive ability. He first wiped his and Jaina's faces with the cloak behind him, then slowly stood up while holding his wife.

Let her bury her head in her arms, trying not to let the people around her notice Jaina's red face.

Since my wife doesn't want to do it, I will of course try my best to shield her from the prying eyes of people around her.

Very good, some people are still quite hostile to me. I am 100% sure that I can beat these people and leave with Jaina in style.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen handsome men and beautiful women before?"

So, Arthas, who was full of confidence, forcefully hugged his sweet and soft wife Jaina, and walked towards the gaps around him with a step that showed he respected all his relatives.

"My wife and I have something to do, please make way... Jaina, I've already said it..."

Under the gaze of people around him, he accidentally brought his wife to confront the Lord of Theramore, Lady Jaina Proudmoore.

After taking a close look at the two Jainas, he, who was face-blind, relied on his intuition to foresee that his lower abdomen might be in danger at any time, and ruthlessly pushed away the girlfriend in the heart of the blue dragon Kalecgos in front of him.

"Don't act so young, you 32-year-old old lady. You're blocking Jaina and I's way home."

"I am old aunt... Arthas."

"That's right. My wife is 23 years old this year. What can you compare with her?"

"Are you from that time? I remember..."

"Don't let your imagination run wild. We only need one day to investigate the plague and one day to destroy the Lich King."

This is the twenty-ninth year of Heimen. Auntie, although you look almost exactly like my wife, only the wife I hold in my arms will stay with me all my life.

Witch, don't even think about escaping the holy eyes of me, Arthas Menethil. Even if you are not as sweet and gentle as my wife, don't try to seduce me, a paladin with a heart of justice.

Feeling Jaina holding him tighter in his arms, Arthas realized that he had done something right that was particularly in line with his wife's wishes and ended his own pinching crisis.

Holy Light! I only have...

"Your Highness Arthas, I wonder how you and Your Highness Jaina are going to get back?"

"And please don't be rude to Lady Proudmoore. After all, she is also..."

"Also? What is it? The way she looks at me really annoys me."

Seeing the familiar red-haired wizard Ronin blocking his way, he supported the Lord of Theramore.

Arthas, who was having a headache, tapped Jaina to indicate that she should be ready to open the door at any time and take him away immediately if something went wrong.

Just because I am invincible doesn’t mean Jaina is invincible. I should protect my wife first and then think about other things.

"I don't remember Jaina looking at me with any reminiscence. She wasn't looking at me."

"I don't remember Jaina having wrinkles on her face. Her face was so radiant."

"I don't remember Jaina just standing there, refusing to even get into my arms."

Feeling that the person in his arms was a little dizzy and hot, Arthas immediately shut up and stopped talking about this topic.

Adjust yourself quickly! It's not like we haven't kissed before in front of so many people, why are you so shy all of a sudden?

Steam Princess Jaina pressed close to him, just wanting to say, you have said everything I wanted to say.

You make me feel even more ashamed. Can you give me a few chances to adjust myself?

It's all your fault, Arthas. I don't want to pay attention to you. I need to cool down for a while. Don't move.

"You are lying... No, you are making it up, Arthas Menethil."

"I have been with Her Highness Jaina for so long, don't I know her well?"

"She is completely different from the other one in your arms. You have not experienced the bitterness of Lady Proudmoore."

Seeing Pained stand up to explain for the Lord of Theramore, she exposed Arthas' lies with just two words.

The brave performance of this night elf gave Arthas other ideas.

Pained, you are our first eyewitness and Jaina's personal guard. We are just using you to change the subject.

I guess you all aren't the smart and clever type of people, so I'll convince you with reason.

"You said your name was Pain, right? How could you say that?"

"I am your savior. What I say must be useful to you. You should..."

"Arthas, don't get off topic."

Seeing that the honest Pain was being held hostage by Arthas, Ronin stood up again.

"Since you came here nine years ago, how can you, as a prince of a country, be so ignorant of etiquette?"

For a moment, Arthas was stunned by the question. It was indeed he who was rude first.

My brother, Ronin, how could you betray the pure friendship between us?

I am a dragon, so it's normal for me to be a little rude. Think about them, the dragons, demons, undead and other races, who call us mortals every day and look down on people like us who are incompetent.

"Excuse me, Lady Proudmoore, Lady Pained, please forgive my earlier rudeness."

I apologized directly, and you guys should respond in a way that allows me to back down.

"It's okay, Arthas, it's my own problem."

The Lord of Theramore, who had freed himself from the word "old aunt", immediately responded to Arthas in a low voice after hearing the prince's apology.

"I'm sorry, Prince Arthas."

"I was too impulsive before. I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience caused to you and this lady Proudmoore."

No, don't kneel down on one knee all the time. Jaina and I don't play that game.

Oh, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have been the first to blame you, and I'm deeply sorry.

"Yeah, it's okay. I was young and inexperienced, and my temper was too impulsive..."

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry to offend you, but I would like to ask you why your Holy Light..."

"My fellow Holy Light brothers, each of us has a different path to Holy Light. Just follow your heart."

"I gave up the lethality and defensive power of Holy Light in order to pursue the ultimate healing ability."

Faced with the Draenei's question about Tirasalan, Arthas didn't know how to explain it. Our Holy Light is not on the same level.

You believe in the holy light of Naaru, I believe in my own holy light, and the move I just made, you can't compare with me in terms of quality and quantity, okay?

What do you think? What does it have to do with me? If you create a healing priest like me, will I become the founder of this field?

You can't think like that. He is my brother in Holy Light. It's rare that he is the first one to speak honorific words to me.

"Thank you for your praise. I feel honored to be recognized by a powerful Paladin like you."

Are all Draenei so easy to get along with? It seems that I have been judging others by my own standards.

"Will you shake my hand, Lord?"

"Oh, you're welcome. I'm not a great lord now, my brother."

"You are too modest. If you are not that, then I am just an apprentice."

"No, no, you are just too modest. I still have a lot to learn from you, General Tirasaran."

Holding the big hand extended by Tirasara and feeling the warm holy light on him, Arthas suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

I have to take action against them in the remaining fourteen days. Isn’t that a bit too much... Let me hypnotize myself. I am doing this for their own good. This is good for them...

"I didn't expect that Your Excellency knew my name. I am even happier."

"I'm sorry to bother you, two Paladins, but would you mind paying attention to the feelings of this Lady Proudmoore?"

"That's not necessary at all! I'm fine. I'm in great shape now."

Jaina, who had returned to normal, hid behind Arthas and responded to Ronin with a smile.

Sometimes the transformation spell is still very useful. At least, except for Arthas, none of them can see their true state.

I need a little more time, Arthas, hold on for a while, and then we can fly high, okay? I have thought of a reasonable way for us to change our identities.

"Luo Ning, you've already said sorry, right... Then I have to tell you something."

Taking a secret glance at the warm spot on his back, Arthas sighed inwardly and started fighting with Ronin.

You have lied, my brother, why do you believe those things?

"What do you want to tell me? Prince Arthas."

Feeling the malicious gaze of the prince in front of him, Roning turned around and asked.

"Luo Ning, why do you believe in the prophecy?"

"Your destiny is up to you. Don't be superstitious about predictions. A bright future is waiting for us."

"Arthas, I..."

"Korialstrasz, your mentor Krasus, left you a prophecy scroll. Are you going to tell everyone about the prophecy inside it?"

Seeing Ronin's face turn ugly, Arthas instantly became happy. He finally chose a suitable opponent.

You are the one who made me lose face, and I am the one who made you lose face. Now it's tit for tat, and I feel better.

"I am particularly saddened to think that my two lovely nephews, Giramar and Galadin, will lose their most respected father."

"Well, my wife's good sister, Vereesa Windrunner, has raised two children alone with great difficulty. My heart aches even more."

"Arthas, are you telling the truth?"

Hearing this, the Lord of Theramore reacted again.

Remembering what happened before, Ronin wanted to leave Theramore and sacrifice himself.

"What exactly is the prophecy, Luo Ning..."

"Another Jaina! You are the person involved. Think about the power of the magic bomb and what Ronin did before."

After Arthas' earnest persuasion, many of the parties who had discussed with Rhonin how to deal with the Focusing Iris together with Jaina Proudmoore turned to look at Rhonin.

Their attention was finally no longer on Arthas. The performance of the Prince of Lordaeron in front of them was indeed nothing like the Lich King two years ago.

Grand Mage Rhonin, if you don't give us a reasonable explanation, then we will have no choice but to ask the Kirin Tor Council to enforce the ruling.

We are all very curious about what prophecy scroll Krasus left you that made you willing to sacrifice yourself to save Jaina Proudmoore.

"My brother, Ronin."

"Don't hide it anymore. Do you need me to read it out for you?"

I have Jaina's database, and every time I open a dungeon... What are you talking about? There's no such sentence in the database? Aren't you supposed to be my most versatile assistant?

It’s okay. I, Arthas Menethil, am the best at dealing with people who believe in superstitious prophecies.

Destiny has been defeated by me. Your predictions are nothing but falsehood. They are all scams of the Ancient Gods. You have all been deceived by the void.

As the saying goes, Riddler, get out of Dalaran. If you hadn't been hiding it, we wouldn't have had to sacrifice so many people and remember those bloody lessons with our flesh.

"Our destiny is determined by ourselves, my brother. Don't be superstitious about the future."

"For the sake of your family, you must not succumb to fate."

When Roning was about to collapse, his savior arrived.

"What are you all doing? Shandris Feathermoon and I thought you were... the Lich King!"

"Vereesa Windrunner, can we talk it out... Jaina, it's up to you."

"Well, it's up to you, my Arthas."

"Arthas, I want to..."

"You forced me to do this! Holy Light is invincible!"

In a moment, Arthas appeared in a bright light, abducted the 23-year-old Jaina, and strode away.

"You are... the Lich King?"

"Shame of the dragon! Kalecgos!"

You are going too far. Everyone who sees me calls me the Lich King, right? Then I will call you by my nickname.