The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"This monster's injuries heal too quickly. We must find another way."

Throwing aside her double-bladed blades, Sylvanas, with a frown on her face, felt something was wrong, and quietly reminded the others.

Everyone must change the way to fight Arthas. The monster in front of them is almost unharmed. She thinks Arthas is fooling everyone.

When everyone is exhausted, Arthas will fight back, mocking everything they have done before, and then put an end to all his opponents in the mockery.

After all, this former Lich King had a criminal record in the past. This is what Arthas did when they besieged Icecrown Citadel, but an accident happened in the end.

In the previous hour, almost everyone had calmed down temporarily, except for the furious Varian.

"I found that after Arthas's power exploded for a period of time, he would fall into a state of near immortality for a period of time."

Half-kneeling on the ground with his sword in his hand, Lor'themar, breathing heavily, expressed his thoughts.

"It was almost impossible for us to hurt him when he was in a state of explosive strength. But once we hurt him, his wounds would not heal quickly at that time. It was very slow, so our damage to him was effective."

"When he is in an undead state, his power will drop to the level of legend, but his recovery ability will become terrifying. The damage we have caused to him is almost the same as nothing... Thank you, Liadrin."

"Go on, Lor'themar. We will buy you time."

After receiving treatment from Liadrin, Lor'themar regained some strength and slowly stood up.

"No, we have to test Arthas in batches... We don't have enough spare men, we will fail."

Seeing that Liadrin, who had just recovered a lot of strength, wanted to interrupt the battle between Varian and Arthas, Lor'themar quickly pulled her back.

If they were all exhausted, perhaps they could survive, but Lordaeron was about to fall, and he hoped that Liadrin would listen to some advice.

Now is not the time to charge as the power gap is too great. Now Arthas is on equal terms with Varian and his strength is recovering.

"Okay, Your Highness, but I will be ready to fight at any time. Holy Light is above, and I will not allow any evil to stand in my way."

"Then I continued. I think we must fight him one by one in batches. Our reinforcements are on the way, and we have enough manpower."

"Besides that, we also have to figure out if Arthas can control this state freely. If not, that would be the best. If he can, we can only seize the opportunity that arises."

After seeing Liadrin coming back, Lor'themar breathed a sigh of relief and decided to just listen to the advice.

Otherwise, I will have a headache again. Can you please not stop the treatment halfway? I am really tired.

Well, that's good. I can feel my strength returning. Thank you, Liadrin.

"Before that, we must hold on... and try to save our lives. This is a long, high-intensity war of attrition."

"In the end, my thought is that we have a chance to beat him only when he is in a balance between the two aspects. We have to find this pattern."

"Lor'themar's idea is good. Maybe we can give it a try. I'll go first... Pull me..."

"Avian, just like Lor'themar said, we need to conserve our energy and wait for the right opportunity."

"We must act carefully, Ranger General, and not let the fire of revenge disturb our hearts."

Avian, who was called back by Wenlesara, secretly showed an expression of disbelief. When did she become so reckless?

If not everything here was going according to my plan... I obviously don't have such a plan, my mission is to stop... No, Arthas has done something to me, I must find a chance to take my incarnation back.

Jaina, Liadrin, Vereesa, it's great to have you... No, I am N'Zoth, I am the Demon with a Thousand Beards, and I will eventually make them understand the truth of Azeroth and embrace the void.

"Okay, Jaina, Vereesa, I'll listen to you."

While Avian was reflecting on what was wrong with her, Varian thrust his sword into Arthas' chest again, and the sound of the sword being drawn made a hissing sound.

"Varian, my strength is back. It's my turn now... Is this the limit of your strength?"

Using Frostmourne to gently block Varian's angry blow, Arthas caught his fist with his backhand and stretched out his leg to block his right knee.

"Arthas, I will never forgive you, I..."

"Oh hahaha! I won't give you a chance, Lion of Stormwind."

Before Varian could finish his words, Arthas sealed Varian with his sword and buried his weapon two meters deep into the ground.

Don't swear, my dear brother, I really didn't do anything to Anduin. I was going to go back and pinch his little head to see if the little lion was fierce when he was young.

I didn't do anything for your future eldest son... For the sake of an experiment, I also gave them the key to defeating the enemy, helping them to defeat their powerful enemies early and return home earlier.

"No! You can't defeat me! I am Lo'Gosh! I will protect my son!"

A burst of bright red anger with a hint of gold suddenly erupted, breaking open the reinforced refrigerator that Alsace had specially prepared.

This made Arthas, who sneered on the surface, inwardly marvel. Is the power of Anduin's death so great? Your other side is a little too strong.

I shouldn't have underestimated you. I should have prepared a few more layers of refrigerators so that you could...or just let you vent your anger. I'm afraid something might happen to you.

"Haha! Your strength surprises me, Logash."

"Eremine, Sarathor, answer my call. I am Varian, son of the storm."

With two bangs, the two sister swords broke through the earth, flew towards Varian, and slashed towards Arthas.

After hearing two more clanging sounds, Arthas waved Frostmourne lightly and easily knocked them away.

There were two more whooshing sounds, and Varian held the two swords firmly and assumed a fighting stance.

Finally, there were two clicks, and the merged Salamane and Frostmourne fought for two rounds, while Varian and Arthas exchanged their positions in the short battle.

In these two rounds, every strike of theirs burned their will and the strength in their bodies. Every collision of the two swords brought a strong gust of wind that blew in all directions.

"Ahem... Your strength truly astonishes me. I admit that you are a king no weaker than me, King Varian."

Covering the sword wound on his neck, Arthas coughed up a mouthful of black blood, turned to look at Varian, and affirmed his strength.

Frostmourne, why don't you listen to my call and come through the air like Varian's Salamaine? I'm so envious! Why are you so weak?

"Ahem... did I fail? Tiffin... Anduin... my people... I'm sorry..."

Without waiting for Varian to turn around and respond, he barely stood up with the help of Salamaine, and trickles of bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He suddenly lost his strength and fell down powerlessly.

When he and Arthas exchanged their final moves, he slashed Arthas' neck with his sword, but Arthas slashed him three times in return.

He lost at that moment. The first sword wounded his right hand. The double pain of soul and body prevented him from striking with the second or third sword.

Before thinking about the safety of the people of Stormwind, in addition to thinking that it was an irrational approach to exchange injuries with the undead, he also thought about his past life... At least Anduin was a qualified king, and his future self proved this point, and Stormwind Kingdom would not fall.

Tiffin, Tiffin Aryan, my queen, I have come to you. I fought to the last moment. I should be considered a qualified...

"Can't stand up? Varian, your heroic struggle makes me very satisfied. You should..."

"Monster, those Silvermoon City elves who died in vain because of you... I will work with them to use the Holy Light to cleanse your sins."

Baroness Liadrin raised her shield in front of Varian, drew out her sword and concentrated holy light, staring at the enemy in front of her with a fierce look.

Behind her, Rommath took Varian back for treatment, while Lor'themar and Halduron also drew their swords and fought with her, ready to cooperate with Liadrin at any time.

"Those elves died because of your rulers. I didn't kill them. Your arrogance and prejudice... they killed themselves."

You guys came just in time this time, otherwise I don’t know how to think of a reasonable reason to save Varian. Uther has already used it.

"Don't make excuses, Arthas. Taste the wrath of the sin'dorei!"

"Hmph! Arrogant sin'dorei, you will never put down your attitude. Death is eternal, and San'layn is your true path."

Not surprisingly, the "regained strength" of Arthas easily defeated the united Horde.

Whether it is the self-proclaimed glorious orcs or the proud elves, there are also the honest tauren, shrewd goblins, noble trolls, and even their former people, the Forsaken.

"Fallen Prince, Dragon Legion..."

"Supreme Holy Light! Help me..."

"Great and merciful goddess Elune, your follower Tyrande..."

"We will stop you, Arthas..."

After a long battle, Arthas defeated all the surrounding coalition heroes and arranged them into circles in order of size.

The bitingly cold frost chains, the eerie and terrifying bone chains, the dark green and rich evil chains, the three chains composed of the aura of the power of death tied them up tightly.

To prevent them from breaking free like Varian, Arthas buried them deep in the ground, leaving only their heads exposed, as he had done before.

After repeated practice, they had figured out his "refrigerator" thoroughly... Therefore, Arthas could only use this method that he had just revealed to control them.

The effect is indeed significant. Except for the Forsaken and some other soldiers in the Undercity, the heroes outside the city have formed a circle of human tombs.

"I've been fighting you for so long... This coffin I brought with me... It's time to use it."

"Hahaha! Heroes of Azeroth, I have a powerful servant who has wanted to meet you for a long time."

Looking at the resentful eyes of most of the heroes of Azeroth around him, Arthas just sneered and carried the coffin he had prepared to the center.

"Well, witness her birth with your own eyes...I will let her end your lives with her own hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthas pushed open the coffin, and a body that had been dead for many years but still had not decayed appeared in the eyes of the heroes of Azeroth.

"Arthas, Arthas Menethil! You can't do this, you lunatic! A monster who deserves death! A sin so monstrous..."

"Shut up, Windrunner."

Back on the battlefield of the Grasp of Domination of the Firstborn, Anduin, Uther and others had already looked at the photo stone prepared for them by Arthas.

They were all surprised to see what was inside, which almost told them all about Zovar's plot and the key to defeating him - how to make the Helmet of Will.

Now, they were all very surprised and even astonished by everything Arthas did in that world. Why did he do that?

Arthas didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but imagine that Jaina Proudmoore was talking about that with Uther at the moment.

"Uther, is it really okay for them to do that?"

Watching the others pass through the portal, Jaina Proudmoore turned and asked Uther with a complicated expression.

"The other one of you has your own ideas, Jaina."

"We should trust Arthas for once, shouldn't we? He is not the same prince as we remember."

"The Holy Light on him in the image is so warm. The Holy Light is with him. Don't worry too much, Jaina."

Uther smiled and whispered comforting words to Jaina Proudmoore's concern.

"Well, I was overthinking it. We should trust them."

"Uther, with this information, I believe we will be able to stop Warden Zoval's conspiracy soon."

"Of course, kid, we'll make it...A-choo!"

"Yes! The Holy Light protects us... A-choo! But are we being too harsh?"

"Child...A-choo! I hope Arthas won't blame me for that situation."

"Let's look at this together. If we look closely at this matter, we are all wrong... A-choo!"

"What on earth is going on? We actually caught a cold... A-choo!"