The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

At the Golden Throne of Dazar'alor, King Rastakhan of Zandalari is handling the daily affairs of Zandalari with his subjects as usual.

"My loyal subjects, I heard the voice of a human yesterday, it seems to be from the Alliance... Prepare to fight, someone has intruded into our empire."

A sharp cold wind blew into the hall on the pyramid. Arthas came on the wind and slowly landed at the gate of the palace.

"Troll, I didn't expect you to have an empire here. It really surprised me."

"Insolent intruders, warriors of Zandalari, let us together ..."

"King of the Trolls, your resistance is futile. I am stronger than any of you Trolls."

In this palace, all the trolls except Rastakhan were frozen into ice sculptures by a simple wave of Arthas's hand, and watched helplessly as the battle between kings was about to take place.

"Why, are you afraid of me? The King of Trolls, don't you dare to fight me?"

Looking at Rastakhan who slowly stood up and straightened his back but said nothing in front of him, Arthas challenged him coldly.

Knowing the difference between us, which Loa would you seek help from? King Rastakhan.

"Great Rezan, please grant me your power."

Rezan, the Guardian of Kings, a huge Devilsaur Loa appeared, its shadow standing behind Rastakhan holding a scimitar.

"I feel the evil power of the undead before me."

"Rastakhan, we must fight with caution."

As soon as Rezan came out, he sensed the aura of the dark king emanating from Arthas. The Crown of Domination was just invisible, which did not mean it disappeared.

Therefore, the Lich King temperament in Arthas is always online. In order not to lose this temperament, Arthas has been suppressing the tremendous desire that emerges in his heart.

"Undead, the world of the living is not the place for you."

"Troll, your era is over. You should know who you are."

Seeing that Lashattar was finally going to take action, Arthas was very excited. How could he defeat him? This was a question.

"Since you are still stubborn, I will let you see the power of Zandalari..."

"Troll, I don't think I gave you the right to speak."

Arthas flashed over and attacked with his sword. Why should I give you a chance to speak? I am the leader.

"If your strength can satisfy me, I don't mind letting your subjects go."

"I will make you regret this, Dead One."

As Arthas and Rastakhan clashed swords, Avian and Murozondo were trying to determine something.

The two Enzos were confronting each other with tit-for-tat eyes.

"Mnozdo, I have told you everything you want to know. (You still don't want to believe me?)"

I shouldn't have transferred the memories to you. After losing my control, you became really confident.

If there weren't so many people watching us, and I wasn't even worried about that monster's spies, I would have absorbed you completely.

Let me show you who is the master, my servant.

"Avian, I feel like you seem to be hiding something? I can't trust you. (Look at the holy light on you, I can't completely trust you)"

As soon as we met, you understood my secret code. I was really shocked and afraid of being reunited with you.

But the holy light power emanating from you is telling me all the time that you are just a brainwashed... a clone that belongs only to me.

After I receive my own memories, I will gain the ability to control you and gain another part of your power.

"At least our goal of stopping Arthas is the same, isn't it? Eternal Dragon King. (Do you think you can control me? My clone, our current priority is revenge)"

Feel free to accept the new memories I give you, my clone.

You can't defeat me. As long as I'm alive, you'll still be under my control.

This is your innate mission. Now... I am just a little unfamiliar with the power of Holy Light. Sooner or later, you will understand the truth of everything.

"Yes, I think the same as you... indeed, General Mingyi. (We are equal now, except for the same goal of revenge, I will end it with you sooner or later)"

So, the two Enzos held each other's hands again. The conflict between the Light and the Shadow will not stop. Who will gain the final dominance?

"Mnozdo, my brother, you are here. We still need your help in many things."

Ysera, who had been looking for Murozdo for a long time, finally found him at the port of Theramore and greeted him happily.

Everyone is busy, how can you sneak out and run around? I also found Avian, you seem to have a pleasant chat, is this the consensus of the future people?

"Ysera, my sister, for the sake of Azeroth, I have plenty of time to answer your questions."

After saying goodbye to Avian with a simple glance, Munozdo followed Ysera back. He came out only because he felt Avian's call.

"My brother, can you still track down the Lich King?"

"Ysera, I am no longer able to track him since he left for the depths of the sea in search of N'Zoth."

Shortly after the two dragons left, Avian smiled softly, summoned a ball of holy light, teleported to the corner of the conference hall, and silently looked at the other people in the conference hall.

I want to see how efficient you are when I have a decisive battle with Arthas.

If it's just Azshara, you will let me down, heroes of Azeroth, do I have to do everything for you?

"Zandarawan..."

Before King Rastakhan could finish his words, Arthas knocked him down with a punch, knocking him unconscious to the ground and once again freezing the other Zandalari trolls around him.

One-on-one duel, why are you here to join in the fun? Just be a spectator, you won't get hurt, just a little cold. As for fighting me to the death... it's really my fault, I'm giving you a gift of ice in return.

The king's dignity cannot be violated. I don't want to think about it anymore. My lips are itching again.

"Your bravery and perseverance have greatly satisfied me. I will let you go as agreed."

"But... Zandalari trolls, you seem to be unprepared."

"However, I am willing to give you some time. I will be waiting for you to challenge me in Lordaeron."

"If you do not challenge me within seven days, I will personally destroy your kingdom."

Leaving these words behind, Arthas disappeared accompanied by the howling of a violent wind.

Before he left, though, he painted the pyramid an icy blue.

As the sunlight shone onto this huge ice artwork, beams of warm light shone on the Zandalari trolls lying on the ground around them.

"My king, are you okay?"

When King Rastakhan awoke, Ral and Loti were by his side, asking how he was doing.

"Who saved us from the hands of the Undead King? I must thank that powerful man in person."

When Rastakhan opened his eyes, exhausted, the first thing he asked was not how long he had been unconscious, but how they survived.

Faced with the unreasonable Dark King, he believed that only a strong man comparable to Arthas could save Zandalar.

"My king, it was the dark undead king who let us go."

"Lal, how could he let us go? He has..."

"Rastakhan, Ral is right."

The Devilsaur Rezan reminded that he, Paku and Gonk were only knocked down by Arthas and did not fall into a coma.

So, the three Loa witnessed with their own eyes what Arthas did in the end on the Golden Throne.

Just relying on that unparalleled cold air...if he wanted, the entire pyramid would be destroyed in an instant.

"Leiza, what is his purpose? His actions really make me..."

"My servant, Loti, show Rastakhan the last image of the dark warrior."

"As you command, Lord Gonk."

As the war druid Loti casts his spell, images of Rastakhan's unconsciousness begin to emerge.

"General Avian, what are you doing here? Are you thinking about Lor'themar?"

While others were discussing how to deal with and find Arthas, Jaina, who had no idea, found Avian hiding in the corner.

"I know that feeling, Avian. We have to be strong."

"If Lor'themar... Chieftain Aqiang saw you like this, he would be very sad. We can't let him down, right?"

Seeing Lor'themar Theron expressing his opinions at the conference table, Jaina changed her address.

She has also lost many relatives, and she can understand the feeling of separation from them...

"Lady Proudmoore, you are wrong. I do not miss my...husband."

In response to Jaina's comfort, Avian stopped rubbing her eyes and responded softly to the mage in front of her.

What are you thinking about? Woman, I'm just a little tired and want to be more awake. My mortal body of holy light is still adapting.

My incarnation makes me extremely irritated, the power of holy light in my body disgusts me, and what you have done makes me extremely disappointed.

While I was fighting, what did you do except make a few discoveries? You didn't call for help from other heroes. Now we need to work together.

The powerful chief you mentioned probably hopes that you will continue like this. His plan is going on, but you are hesitating.

"Don't push yourself, Mrs. Theron."

"I do not have……"

"I know your pain, my friend."

Looking at the blood elf ranger with a cold face, and feeling the sometimes firm and sometimes fragile will of the holy light in her body, Jaina misunderstood her.

He squatted down gently, opened his arms, and hugged Avian, who was pretending to be strong, trying to melt her heart with his sincere feelings.

Seeing the so-called Holy Light N'Zoth meekly throw himself into Jaina's arms, Mnozdo smiled disdainfully.

As expected, you are just brainwashed by yourself. Something like holy light... your holy light cannot resist her, which once again proves that you are not me.

Ridiculous future elf, I don’t know how you obtained my memories and thought you were mine... Your lover left you, so you became crazy and gradually went insane?

"Jaina Proudmoore, let me go."

"Relax my friend, everything will be alright."

"I received your kindness..."

After the others noticed the situation here, Avian unclenched her fists, showing a sad and relieved smile, leaving a few tears, pretending to be what they expected.

Why did I choose to become like this? I really brought this upon myself.

Arthas Menethil, I will seek revenge on you and repay you a hundredfold for the pain you have inflicted on me.

"May the Light be with you, Avian Brightwing."

"Thank you, Jaina Proudmoore."

No, I must repay you a thousandfold... It feels as if... The darkness lurking in your heart might be a delicious meal, Jaina Proudmoore.

In a private room, Arthas was finishing a glass of white happy water.

"A-choo! Who is talking about me again?"

"Will you catch a cold too, Arthas?"

"A-choo! Did you infect me?"

"I have no idea! How about a glass of iced cola to heal it?"

"I agree with your suggestion. It's really delicious. I feel a little full now."

"Me too, I'll take a break before going out to work."