The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"The Burning Legion, the fallen titan Sargeras? They are eyeing our Azeroth covetously."

Varian glanced at the grinning Aqiang in front of him, and resisted the urge to slap him to test his temper. He put on a serious face, touched his chin, and spoke.

"Twilight followers, the void... the ancient god N'Zoth? They are our common enemies."

"If you want to eliminate hatred, you should first manage your own people? But don't we all advocate democracy and freedom, especially zzzq..."

"Warden Zorval, how do you know him, Lor'themar... the powerful warchief?"

Sylvanas, who was standing behind Aqiang, interrupted Varian. After jumping off a cliff at the Frozen Throne and being shot to death by Godfrey, Zoval set his sights on her.

Now she understands a lot of things and is hesitating whether to join Zoval's big plan.

She still has a lot of time to think about her future career planning.

The results were exposed by this powerful chieftain who was supposed to be from the future... But what is your wife's mount trying to do by holding up the sign every day? What is the meaning of those five big words?

"Can you be more specific, Chief Aqiang?"

In response to the simultaneous questions from others around him, A Qiang did not say anything, but simply pointed at the three dragon kings who walked out of a portal.

I would also like to be more specific, but I don’t have enough background information. I have almost carefully selected and condensed them into the essence before telling you.

I have only been to the future twice, what can I tell you? Look at my War Bear, I am at a loss for words even in the private chat channel.

I guess he is just like me, unable to think of anything else. How could he know more than I do? He doesn't even bother to see who is the ancestor who truly holds the other's lifeline.

How many things can Xiongxiong hide from me? He would consult me ​​first on almost everything, and I am the smartest wizard in his eyes...

While the fake Chief Aqiang was daydreaming, the real Aqiang had already figured out the details of his wife.

I thought you were capable of so much, but I discovered it in Theramore... You are not my all-purpose and virtuous wife. I was extremely disappointed in you, but at the same time, I was secretly delighted.

With my growing strength and clearer memories in my mind, I, the powerful chief, can still look down on the world.

Although I haven't played the dragon version much, it doesn't prevent me from remembering the four elements transforming into a dragon... It's obviously the Proto-Dragon, and those cute little hands... It's time to take action.

Kalecgos, the new blue dragon king! Thank you for sending the message to the other dragon kings. I just asked Avian to say a few words about turning into a dragon... Good brother, I will be gentle when I hit you later.

"Roar……"

"Heroes of Azeroth, we come with no hostility."

Before a bear could utter a sound, a sword pierced its heart. Blue ice came out of its mouth and it tried to raise its paw to warn everyone.

"The Red Dragon Queen is right. I feel a darkness coming."

"My friends, if we want to defeat our powerful enemies, we must unite..."

While most of the Alliance and the Horde's attention was focused on the Dragon King, a bear and a strong man were stabbed to death by Frostmourne, and the other was almost dead.

"Impossible, it's the Lich King!"

"He is resurrected. How come he suddenly appears here?"

"Go and save the chief, we can't lose him."

Except for some loyal followers of Chief Aqiang who noticed the cold eyes of the Death Knight Arthas, the Rune War Bear had already turned into a faint blue light and ascended to heaven.

"Unexpected visitors, without your presence, how long would it take me to wake up?"

"If you don't tell me..."

"Losers have no right to live in this world. Only the strong can rule the world."

"I, Chieftain Aqiang, will never let you off even if I die, Arthas Menethil... Avian, leave now!"

Before this powerful chief blew himself up, he changed the subject, gathered the power of magic, and teleported away his wife and loyal subordinates who wanted to save him.

In the vast arcane energy, Chief Aqiang has ascended to heaven, while the assassin stands among them like a dark figure.

“Hahahaha! Heroes of Azeroth, it’s our turn to fight it out.”

As the arcane energy dissipated, Arthas's wild laughter rang out from inside, and the faces of all the camp leaders present were solemn.

The self-explosion just now was so terrifying that most of them had no confidence that they could withstand such an explosion. The resurrected Death Knight looked a little too powerful.

So many things happened in less than a day. Facing the crownless Arthas, can the heroes of Azeroth easily defeat him?

"What? Are you afraid of me? Witness my true power, idiot."

Seeing that the heroes around him only sent a few people to keep an eye on him and sent some people to stabilize the morale of the army, Arthas decided to take the first step.

"My child, it's time to settle the accounts between you and me."

Muradin was seen running towards them with his hammer and axe in his hands. He was not in the Frozen Throne at Icecrown Citadel due to some matters.

All I heard from Tirion was that Bolvar and the Lich King died together, but that didn't stop him from wanting to deal with his former disciple.

"Dwarf, do you think you can defeat me?"

After raising the question, Arthas immediately transformed into a sword spirit and ran to the side to watch.

Teacher, it would be bad if you were hurt by your own weapon. I will change to an indestructible sword and fight you.

"I can't forget those days in Lordaeron... Child, I will stop you."

"Strength is everything, dwarf."

"For Khaz Modan! Arthas."

With a clang, Muradin, who had turned into a small hill, was blown away by Arthas' sword. He turned into an ice block, the king of hills, in mid-air and fell on the ochre-colored barren land with a bang.

"Muradin Bronzebeard, take a good look at your tragic end! I will keep you until the last moment."

After the farewell, Arthas swung his sword three times in a row to block the withering arrows shot at him. Black was his favorite color.

It would have been better if it wasn't shot by the betrayer Windrunner. It's time to deal with you... traitor.

"My Dark Ranger, how are you these days?"

"You've been fooling us..."

"What do you think Bolvar can do? The Crown of Domination will only belong to me."

With one hand on Sylvanas' neck, Arthas opened the portal to the Frozen Throne, a dark and evil door of death.

"Stop it, you evil monster!"

The Dark Queen's warrior Nathanos rushed over with two swords raised, slashing at Arthas' bone shield again and again.

He didn't want to see his queen suffer any more. At this moment, Nathanos's eyes glowed red, and every strike of his sword carried a stronger power of withering.

"You call me a monster? Hero, look at yourself, you're just as much of a monster as I am."

"Let me go...Nathanos..."

"Don't worry, he won't die from this kick."

Arthas kicked away Sylvanas's lackeys and blocked the attacks of countless heroes before passing through the portal.

"We must catch up quickly. We can't let him get the Crown of Domination."

Seeing that the Frozen Throne was on the other side of the portal, the fearless Varian rushed in first, carrying Salamaine.

Not to mention that Frostmourne has been restored, Arthas is already so powerful without the Crown of Domination, it would be disastrous if he took it.

He must be stopped, at all costs.

"You seem to be too slow. It's time for our second round."

Along with this voice came... the bald Bolvar, the black-haired Varian with a single ponytail, and the gray-white waterfall-like hair Sylvanas. The three of them were swept out of the portal by Arthas' sword.

"Are you okay, Varian?"

"Back off!"

Varian hugged the Lord of Theramore in front of him, rolled away, and dodged a transparent ice sword.

"You dare to let your guard down in front of me? Jaina..."

"You're not him...a monster."

"Hmph! Then I'll grant your wish."

"Don't even think about it! Arthas!"

A large machete of holy light suddenly appeared and blocked Arthas's furious attack. It was the Lich King's terminator, the Lord of Holy Light, Tirion Fordring, who came with the Ashbringer.

"Fudin, with your current declining strength, what can you use to fight me?"

"The Holy Light will not abandon anyone..."

"The Light has abandoned me! Paladin."

With a clang, Tirion, who came to support, took several steps back holding the Ashbringer before he could barely stand firm.

Since the last time they parted at Icecrown Citadel, the resurrected Arthas has become much more powerful, and the magic sword in his hand seems to have become even stronger.

However, the Holy Light will defeat him, just like last time, old Fording thought so, and dodged the four black sword energies slashed by Arthas in succession.

It was a good thing that he dodged it, but someone suffered. Bane, who was carrying the totem and preparing to charge, was beaten back repeatedly by the four death shadow sword energies.

"It was you who abandoned the Light, Arthas."

"Fordin, Holy Light is just a..."

"Lok'Tar Ogar! For the Horde!"

Following the sound, Garrosh leaped over and slashed.

"I've played with you guys for so long, it's time to end it."

Arthas swung out a ray of frost to freeze the young hero, then he stomped on the ground to crack it, spun around, and slashed out a bloody sword energy, repelling the heroes rushing towards him from all directions.

"How dare you, weaklings like you, challenge me? You are nothing but trash!"

As soon as he said this, Arthas swung out four cross-shaped sword energies, flattening all the heroes within a 350-meter radius centered on him.

The heroes sank into the earth one after another. Looking from the sky, one could see human-shaped pits digging into the barren land.

Sighing for them in his heart, Arthas, who had restrained his strength a lot, couldn't help but sigh in his heart that powerful strength was so fascinating.

Some of the heroes outside this range began to fear the enemy before them. Arthas seemed invincible.

"We can't hold back any longer. The Lich King is too powerful. We must unite as one."

"Dragon, you are just reacting now, it's too slow."

As Alexstrasza made her decision, Arthas, holding Frostmourne, flashed over.

"You have lost the power of the guardian dragon. What can you use to fight me?"

Arthas turned around and punched, knocking Nozdormu back. He turned around and kicked Ysera, who fell into the ground. He hit Alexstrasza with his head and she was knocked flying.

The dragon king who has transformed into a mortal seems too weak to be able to withstand a single attack?

"I will resurrect you into my own dragons, and let you fight for my cause."

"You will never succeed. The dragon will never yield to you."

When Arthas was imagining his future, he was not paying attention and was stepped on by Ysera who had transformed into a dragon.

However, the dragon claw that Ysera was holding down with her left hand began to rise. In less than a breath, Arthas lifted Ysera up and threw her towards the Red Dragon Queen.

"Not enough! Not enough at all! I..."

Arthas, who was howling towards the sky, was suddenly trapped by the sands of time, and the Crown of Domination tied around his waist fell off.

"Looks like we need to take a long-term view, heroes."

"I can't hold him captive for long. Let's retreat first and find a quiet place...uh..."

"Bronze Dragon, your sands of time cannot trap me."

Arthas rushed out from the quicksands of time and slashed out a frost sword energy to blast Nozdormu away.

"We're ready, let's go."

The group of mages who had prepared the teleportation spell in the rear completed the spell with the help of other comrades.

Under Arthas's surprised eyes, they turned into blue lights and left here, even the Crown of Domination was no exception.

Shit! I forgot to seal off the surrounding space... I wasn't planning to wipe them out at once, so it's better to let them show some flaws.

We still have a little over thirteen days to get to know each other! Heroes of Azeroth.

"N'Zoth! How dare you spy on me!"

A night elf who was watching silently from 25 kilometers away was dumbfounded. "How can you see me from such a distance? My other clones must be... missing one."

"I was not mistaken. Ancient God, here I come."

It turned out that Arthas felt that a wild boar was an eyesore, so he simply pulled it over with Death Grip and killed it with one sword, causing the power of shadow to emerge.

It seems that I must unite with other righteous people to destroy you first, the Lich King Arthas.

You, who have been resurrected, have such power with only a sword... If I had not gotten rid of the seal on my body, I would... find someone to team up and deal with you.

You are a variable. The future I see will not include heretics like you.

In the future that the Void shows you, you should stay in the Shadowlands until you die, and the arrival of heroes will make you disappear.

How did you resurrect, Lich King? For a long time, I secretly observed Azeroth, but I could not see any signs of your resurrection.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I here?"

As the shadow power of N'Zoth left the unfortunate Sentinel, she felt a little overwhelmed as she looked at her surroundings while resting at home.

"No, I still need this identity. It's time to report the situation to Priest Tyrande."

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and the sentinel named Serindar Featherbow put away his longbow and prepared to walk away.

And at this moment, a darkness came and held her down, and the chains of death entangled her.

"Ma'am, there seems to be something wrong with you... Never mind, let me help you."

Seeing that the Sentinel was about to wake up, Arthas forcibly extracted a strand of shadow power from her and knocked her unconscious.

She slapped the ground with her palm, and in return a loyal earth element carried her away.

My power is endless, sea, here I come.