The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Why would you destroy Lordaeron, fallen prince."

"It's my interest. Goodbye, Turalyon."

At this moment, Arthas pulled out Frostmourne from Turalyon's body and threw him down. The "golden" blood spilled in all directions, helping the heroes break the refrigerator seal on their bodies.

No one can match my strength. Despite your hostility towards me, the immense power in my body is totally inexhaustible... okay?

By the time you have experienced failure again and again and are trying to find patterns in the future, I may have already returned home.

"Arthas, you are a complete lunatic."

The heroes of Azeroth who found an opportunity to break the ice became furious when they saw the clones of N'Zoth around them looking dead, with Tirion being the first to curse Arthas loudly.

After being frozen twice, he didn't have time to be happy when he came out. He saw a group of relatives and friends dying of exhaustion. No one could tolerate this.

Arthas, who killed the fake Turalyon with one sword, also looked behind him... at the clones of N'Zoth that looked very familiar but quickly turned into octopus monsters. He couldn't help but sighed and sent their remains back into the sea.

It was a false alarm. Vereesa and the others had just been thawed. We didn't kill the wrong people... If we did, I can pull them up today. The resurrection method is so reliable.

But, N'Zoth, you've expended so much effort just to anger the heroes of Azeroth?

Also, this special treatment, the other one doesn't have it? It's unfair, am I also included in your plan?

"I shouldn't have had any mercy on you, monster!"

Seeing her mother Catherine die in front of her, Jaina's heart was filled with pain.

Once again, I watched my loved ones die in front of me. Now I have no relatives.

For a moment, Jaina's eyes burst into violet arcane light, and long and sharp ice spikes pierced Arthas like a rainstorm.

"Monster? I am your monster, Jaina."

Facing these ice spikes, Arthas still only swung his sword once, and then let the sword wind push back and knock down a group of heroes.

What's wrong with you? Didn't you sell out Uncle Dai Lin a long time ago? Can't you see that it's a false illusion?

If you will regret it, then your previous self...how come you, a lazy bastard, still have time to call me.

Um... um, got it. What you and I saw was different, so I was wondering why the other one went crazy.

What I saw was Dai Lin...our dad, and what you saw was our mom. To put it another way, it might be good to temper her temper.

Are you ready for the big baby I asked you to prepare? No more talking, I'll just let you and them freeze for a while.

"I'll deal with you later, heroes. Welcome to the icy dream!"

A whistling cold wind blew, and the heroes turned into ice sculptures again.

After many practices, Arthas reduced the duration of their freezing while torturing Azshara.

Until he found a pitch-black ball in the woman's belly. He patted her belly and injected a large amount of death power into it.

"You are simply... a lunatic..."

After a brutal beating and belly massaging with little hands, the liquid was finally squeezed out. Arthas was a little stunned. As the little hands withdrew, Azshara fainted from the pain, holding her stomach.

Men and women should not touch each other. I am a married man... Of course I have to use my wife's hand to disguise it as my own big hand. While confusing N'Zoth, I can take a look at this... Isn't it beautiful?

Mr. N'Zoth, Ms. Azshara, you guys are really playing tricks on this world... N'Zoth, the Thousand Bearded Demon, I always feel that if I touch this black ball that resembles an embryo more, I will be able to sense where you are sealed.

Could this kind of corruption be one of your tools to transform the minds of your followers... one of many methods? Or is this one of Azshara's ways to break free from your control?

Not wanting to waste brain cells, Arthas used frost aura to stimulate Azshara and woke her up.

You won't succeed if you pretend to be unconscious. What if what you have in your stomach is a trick of N'Zoth to confuse me? You old foxes have really screwed me over.

"Monster, what do you want?"

Azshara opened her beautiful eyes again, and her golden vertical pupils stared at Arthas.

The deceased in front of me was so cruel and showed no mercy to women.

Can you give me some way out? After all, I, Azshara, am the ruler of a country. Otherwise, even if I die, there are some things I would rather take with me.

Psychicism is not invincible, strong man, I will not be controlled by you.

My Queen, why don't you take a look at yourself? Apart from your face, can a normal human being move his hands? You can only punch hard.

"I want to know... where is N'Zoth?"

I originally wanted to say... your appearance must not be reduced, just endure it for a few days or thirteen days and it will be over.

As if seeing Azshara's stubbornness, Arthas picked up Frostmourne in his left hand and prepared to stab the face of the female naga in front of him as he said this.

If I didn't need to play a normal Lich King idiot, the stairs and stuff... I would just give them whatever you want.

"Well, I'll take you there, Your Majesty."

Seeing that the dark king in front of her didn't stab her anymore and instead used his sword to slash her face, Azshara, who didn't want to become ugly, couldn't stand it anymore and gave in.

Sometimes, helping with plastic surgery may be a good way to deal with such strong women who care about their beauty.

"You should know the consequences of betrayal, Azshara."

"Yes, my lord."

Seeing Frostmourne, who was getting closer and closer to her, leave, Azshara slowly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

If you insult me ​​today, I will find an opportunity to join forces with others to overthrow you tomorrow.

They have prepared a teleportation formation right under your eyes, so you must find a chance to leave this monster later.

Necromancer spells should be destroyed. The resurrected undead are more inhuman than the other, and they look down on people. They are the typical representatives of darkness and evil.

"Arthas Menethil! I want..."

A sharp cold wind blew by, and Jaina, who struggled to break free from her restraints, flew over with fury and landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

"Give me the coordinates of N'Zoth's seal, and you will stay to stop them, Azshara."

"Yes, my lord."

Sure enough, the stronger and more careful a person is, the more likely he is to make this kind of mistake.

.The next time we meet, it will be your turn to beg for mercy in my hands, my majesty...evil monster!

As for why Azshara had such an idea, it was of course because after Arthas obtained the coordinates, he raised Frostmourne, slashed out a frost sword, and destroyed the ceiling of the Eternal Palace.

Afterwards, he released the black death shield, and Arthas, who was covered in it, broke a piece of the floor with one foot, used the force to fly out of the Eternal Palace, and swam to the depths of the sea.

Queen Azshara, the next time we meet, I will let you experience what it means to be targeted.

Unless there is someone more hated than you, you will be the first one I hit.

Playing tricks in front of me, I have experienced so much torture, and I have learned a lesson from my mistakes.

If I hadn't used too much force... I was afraid of accidentally breaking their mentality, I really wanted to do it.

"Your Majesty, we are late in coming to your rescue. Please forgive us."

Shortly after Arthas left, the Naga Royal Guards who had been frozen in ice broke free from their restraints and rushed to the Eternal Palace without stopping.

"Everyone else, please leave. Fasqi and Sivara, stay."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

While the other naga were busy repairing other buildings outside the palace and returning to their respective posts, Azshara cast a transformation spell on the three naga present.

"To remove the spells from these heroes, we should..."

"Azshara, I never thought we would see you again."

At this moment, the freezing spells on the heroes of Azeroth melted away by themselves.

Especially when Tyrande saw Azshara, who had returned to her appearance ten thousand years ago, and her acquaintance Vashj, she sighed softly with mixed emotions.

"Tyrande, Maiev, Malfurion, my good subjects, it's been a long time since we last met."

"Not good, everyone retreat quickly."

Before Malfurion could finish his words, the palace they were in was covered by countless wildly growing plants, and a group of people were pressed against the wall by these plants.

The Archdruid finally released his ultimate move, but the timing was a little wrong. It was all Tyrande's fault... the evil prince, who froze Malfurion in an instant.

How many times? He didn't give me any extra time. He is indeed the evil fallen prince.

"Malfurion Stormrage! You are so..."

"Please calm your anger, great Mother Nature."

Azshara suddenly fell to the ground and thought Malfurion was talking to her, but she became angry again when she heard the second half.

"No matter what you planned before, Queen Azshara, we need unity now more than ever."

Seeing that no one around was willing to break the tense atmosphere, Avian clapped her hands, walked over and extended her right hand to Azshara.

"Little girl, you are braver than them and you deserve... this little gift is for you."

Azshara, who also reached out and held Avian's right hand, suddenly felt that the female elf in front of her seemed to have had close contact with her.

Although she didn't know when it happened, her intuition told her that this woman must have hurt her.

"Thank you, Queen Azshara."

"By the way, little girl, what's your name?"

"Your Majesty, my name is Avian Mingyi Theron."

He saw the blood elf in front of him excitedly taking the conch he gave her, looking carefree and polite.

Azshara, once the light of light and now the Queen of the Naga, suddenly felt that her intuition was wrong. Such an innocent and kind girl... a married woman, would not do that kind of thing. After all, this was the first time she met Avian.

"Heroes, I know you are here to deal with that monster."

"But now he can only fight another monster. I think we should share information about each other."

However, she quickly calmed down the chaotic thoughts in her mind and began to discuss with the heroes of Azeroth how to deal with Arthas.

"Azshara, will the battle between them not give birth to an even more terrifying monster?"

"Don't worry, Malfurion."

"Only one of those two monsters will win. This is a struggle between Death and the Void."

"The winner must be the monster we are about to fight, and he just scoffs at the power of the ancient god."

"People like him feel at ease when their power belongs to them."

In response to Malfurion's questions, Azshara simply told him what she believed to be the truth.

"Well, let's go back to Theramore first."

"After this confrontation with Alsace, we all had some new thoughts."

"Will you join us, Azshara?"

"Of course, Your Excellency the Archdruid."

With the help of several dragon kings in the distance and the local mages, a teleportation array suddenly appeared, covering the heroes of Azeroth.

Faced with such power, N'Zoth, who is still sealed, is bound to fail against that monster... N'Zoth, how did you get out?

He came to Theramore with his two loyal servants and saw that Azshara of Murozdur fell silent. This was inconsistent with his understanding of him. N'Zoth was actually so afraid of a "strong mortal".

"Isn't this Queen Azshara? Are you willing to bring people to join our anti-magic coalition?"

Seeing that Azshara was not only alive but also returned with the heroes, M'roz'do strode towards Azshara and asked with a smile.

"Bronze Dragon King, Time Keeper Nozdormu?"

"My name is Muroz'do, Azshara."

"Mnozdo, nice to meet you."

"Azshara, I'm glad to see you, too."

The two strangers who disliked each other and had not seen each other for many years stretched out their hands at the same time and tightly grasped each other's right hands. In silence, Azshara and Munozdo had fought countless times.

"Lady Proudmoore, you don't have to be too sad."

"Ms. Mingyi, my mother..."

"She is still alive. What we saw before was just an illusion."