The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In the endless blue ocean, there is an inconspicuous place, stubbornly attached to this blue ocean cake like a white dot.

A man with white hair wearing terrifying black and gray armor, holding a sheep-headed demon sword that exudes cold air in his left hand, and pulling a winged war horse with blue eyes in his right hand.

The man stood straight on a circular ice floe with a radius of five meters. After his invincibility disappeared, he raised the magic sword Frostmourne and swung it at the sea in front of him.

In an instant, the sea within a five-kilometer radius was split by the five-meter-long sword energy, and some of the sea water automatically formed into water-shaped stairs, extending from the feet of Arthas to a city. Nazjatar was at the end of this staircase.

The sea level around the Eye was slowly rising because of his attack. Knowing that something bad was going to happen, Arthas took a step forward and swung his sword downwards to create a road of frost.

As Arthas slowly walked down the stairs, the sea surface above his head gradually overlapped, and the frost stairs behind his feet slowly melted, allowing the sea water to reconnect.

At this moment, creatures living on the coasts all over Azeroth only saw the sea spreading a little toward the land and then gradually retreating. Some people were puzzled by this, some were very excited to see this... but more people were still busy with their lives as usual.

At this time, Arthas estimated his own moving speed, and gently clenched his right hand. A dark round motorcycle, which looked like the king's vehicle on the Wheel of Fortune, condensed out of thin air.

At the same time, the frost stairs below Arthas automatically turned into a smooth and flat ice-blue passage with blood-red protective railings on both sides. Every ten meters above the railings, dark green evil aura fire was burning, illuminating the surroundings.

With a cold face, Arthas suppressed the excitement in his heart and the burning Tamashi in his heart, and rode on his own royal chariot at a lightning speed, and by the way, he inserted Frostmourne... with a clang, he neatly inserted it into the scabbard on his left hand.

With the sound of snapping fingers, the Death Knight's King's Wheel turned completely white. It had to look exactly the same... Unfortunately, some people were watching, so it couldn't be transformed into the king's only burning soul in front of everyone.

After lightly twisting the handles in his left and right hands, he injected inky black power of death, which sent a crystal blue beam of light backwards, rushing towards Nazjatar ahead.

Look at the power of the earth and sky roaring! Synchro... Where's my Tamashi? Forget it, there are others... It's not too much for me to condense an ice dragon model to charge with me!

He did it right away. From the power emanating from Arthas, a crystal-clear frost Tamashi descended and flew in the air. He looked vivid and lifelike. Not only did he look like a king, he also followed his master closely.

Azshara, I, Arthas Menethil, have come to see you. Come and see the true power of darkness!

"N'Zoth, do you think I would be defeated by an ordinary mortal?"

"How ridiculous... Have you already set up chess pieces next to me?"

Sitting lazily on her throne, Azshara glanced at one of her maids. She was instantly eroded by the power of shadow and became the incarnation of N'Zoth.

"You'd better accept the power I give you, Azshara, my collaborator."

"As the Queen, I..."

"There is no if, unless you are willing to remove my seal, but there is not enough time."

At this moment, Enzos dropped a piece of his own power crystal and gave it to you. You can do with it yourself.

He has arrived. I have wasted a lot of time with you... Let me witness your end, my servant.

"You are too impatient, N'Zoth, I am..."

"Forget it. I hope you won't betray me."

After leaving behind only a crystal of power and a wisp of consciousness-dominant clone, Enzos' main consciousness left here and returned to his cage to wait for the arrival of the enemy.

On the other hand, they were still trying every possible way and racking their brains to get the heroes of Azeroth to come to Nazjatar to fight Arthas, preferably with both sides suffering heavy losses.

"Your Majesty, someone is splitting the ocean and coming towards us."

"Who dares to..."

"Your Majesty, that man is a ghost, and he is coming soon."

“Gather our forces. Defend Nazjatar…”

"Your Majesty, he said his name is Arthas Menethil, and he wants to discuss something with you."

"Oh? What's wrong with him..."

"Your Majesty, someone is calling."

"That's enough! I'll join you..."

"Your Majesty, we..."

"Azshara, surrender to me, and I will bring you supreme power."

As Frost Tamasi smashed the gate of the Eternal Palace, the cold voice unique to Arthas was heard here.

On this cold seabed, there was unexpectedly a strong wind blowing, and the several icicles it brought with it even knocked away the Naga messenger who came to report the news.

"The Queen will not surrender to anyone..."

"Very good. I gave you so much time, and the answer you gave me... made me very satisfied."

Arthas, holding Frostmourne, came here with a transparent black cover that could not be eroded by sea water, and pointed his sword at the arrogant Azshara.

"What should I call you? Fallen Prince."

Seeing that Arthas did not take action, Azshara felt that she might have something to talk about with the man in front of her.

"Killing you and resurrecting you as a ghost might be the best solution."

Before he could finish his words, Arthas flashed in front of Azshara with sword in hand and stabbed her into the body.

The ocean currents around her would not help her; her body was instantly trapped and she could not move.

"Azshara, take care of yourself."

After the incarnation of N'Zoth said this, it temporarily drained the sea current of the palace, turned into black light and disappeared.

Suddenly, rays of light of different colors flashed by, and Tirion, who was attacking with the Ashbringer, slashed Arthas back with a sword (a knife?) to protect Azshara.

In the current situation, the biggest enemy is Arthas. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and we need to win him over.

"Arthas, your plot will not succeed."

Looking at Tirion with a righteous face, Arthas cursed in his heart, You are not my opponent... Two eras have passed, old Fording.

Especially you, Avian, why did you let them come? Can't you let me kill N'Zoth first?

Avian, who was shooting arrows with other archer heroes, fired three flaming arrows in a row, secretly saying, There is nothing I can do. Others all agreed that rescuing Azshara was necessary.

"I've had enough of you maggots, die..."

"You're careless, monster."

He looked at the wheel blade that pierced his heart from behind, and Maiev Shadowsong who suddenly appeared behind him.

Shouldn't you be in the Vault of the Wardens in Azsuna in the Broken Isles, guarding the body of Illidan and those you believe to be evil?

Azeroth is in crisis... You're back again... Indeed, I didn't read the news, fortunately Illidan is not alive.

Otherwise, I might be exposed... I'm the Death Knight, I'm not afraid of anyone, I'll chop them down one by one.

"You did a good job of hurting me."

"But do you think you can really beat me?"

"Lady Maiev, I'm here to save you."

Arthas, trying to hold back the severe pain, snorted coldly, grabbed the head of the watcher behind him, and threw it at Avian who was rushing towards him with two swords in hand, causing the two of them to collide with each other.

Damn you, N'Zoth! How dare you plot against me! When I catch you, I will make you feel the same pain and torture that I am going through today.

If I had known earlier, I would not have held back. My heart hurts so much, physically. Fortunately, you couldn't kill me. Now I am immortal.

Since you want to get involved, then in order to show my sincerity, use your ideas to demonstrate my strength.

"Kneel before your king."

After sending his elder brother Varian away with a punch, Arthas used Frostmourne. No matter what the situation, Ice Box is a very useful group damage skill.

"Naga, tell me, where is your master?"

He picked up Azshara and punched her in the stomach before she could respond, then Arthas asked her a question.

"Oh... I'm not..."

"Oh? You are not his servant, then why are you so ugly, almost exactly like the servants of the ancient god."

With a slap, Arthas slapped Azshara on the left cheek.

I'm going to destroy your dignity first. You don't seem to be doing well in ruling.

A woman who lives in the glory of the past will never open her eyes to see the world, and her empire will have long since perished.

Even I can break into the "Empire" at will now. Except for your diehard fans, none of your people are truly willing to die for you.

"You... uh..."

"Tell me where N'Zoth is? I'll let you go."

Another slap came over, and with two snapping sounds, Azshara's cheek seemed to swell a little.

Tell me or not, I’ll beat you up if you don’t... Your face is so well maintained, and it feels good to the touch.

"I'm sorry, Arthas, I have to stop you."

Arthas, who was about to launch a violent blast, looked in disbelief at the staff that pierced his heart. My shield was broken again.

You are so cruel to treat your former lover so harshly? Jaina Proudmoore.

"I have long seen your true colors, Jaina."

"Your pursuit of peace is just a cover for your selfish desire for power."

Regardless of whether it is right or not, let me first put a hat on you: Theramore didn't explode, so you still don't understand.

You want to sacrifice me for peace? I speak for myself and I won’t agree!

"No... Arthas... you have to... resist..."

"I am who I am, Jaina, and I do what I want."

Then, Arthas lifted up Jaina, ready to strangle her swan-like neck.

"Monster, let me go."

It’s great that you came. I was worried that the person lying over there who couldn’t get up wouldn’t come to help!

Take my Proudmoore Ice Sculpture Impact, Rhonin, Kalecgos, Varian... Magni?

With a bang, Kalecgos and Rhonin hugged Jaina and retreated.

With two clicks, Magni took Varian away. Muradin, who was well prepared, helped his elder brother change his position and became Varian's cushion.

Seeing this scene, a lady who was hiding in the ice and ready to take action withdrew her little hand and waited for other heroes to take time to rescue her.

"The Light will end you, Arthas."

With a clang, old Fording turned into an ice sculpture again, raised his sword and kept silent.

"Elements listen to me..."

There was another clang, and Earth Guardian Thrall fell to the ground holding the Hammer of Destruction.

"Elu..."

As soon as Tyrande, who had just broken through the ice, spoke, Malfurion, who was about to use his ultimate move, fell silent.

"besides……"

Every one of you has a grudge against my heart, right? At this moment, his heart was cut by an axe, pierced by a spear, and stabbed by a dagger.

Have you abandoned the upright spirit of the Horde? Why are you, a neutral blood elf rogue, joining in the fun?

"Monster, we..."

"You think you can defeat me? Orcs, even you, the most powerful warriors, cannot defeat me."

Arthas quickly kicked Valeera away and asked her to go and accompany Varian.

After that, he raised an orc and a troll in each hand, and the kind-hearted Arthas let their heads touch each other.

After pulling out the weapon embedded in his body and leaving behind several pieces of heroic ice, Arthas turned to look at Azshara.

"I'll give you one last chance, Azshara. Tell me where N'Zoth is."

The heroes of Azeroth have dragon allies to maintain this space, but you are alone.

"You think you can sneak attack me? Vereesa, Sylvanas... Alleria?"

Arthas, who used his backhand to hold up his shield to block Windrunner's sneak attack, was speechless. The Void Elves appeared so early?

No, you are N'Zoth. I have killed so many of your clones. The shadow power you exude should not be like this.

"Enzos, are you finally willing to show up?"

"What do you want to do to my Alleria? Monster."

Looking at the future heroes around him, Arthas seriously suspected that they were all transformed by N'Zoth. He was very familiar with this illusion-like opening.

Aren't you still sealed? N'Zoth, the Thousand-Bearded Demon

"At this moment, we in Azeroth..."

"N'Zoth, I know it was you, and you will pay for what you have done."

At this moment, Arthas raised Frostmourne and slashed at N'Zoth's clone.