The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"You are excited, Sylvanas Windrunner, the dark ranger I once trusted most."

After opening the coffin, Arthas walked straight to Sylvanas and gently lifted her up. The hatred on her face was not enough to stop him.

Killing people is to destroy their hearts, and she should be the one to resurrect her own relatives herself. He will force her to do it. Her people are not just her tools, she has a responsibility.

"The dead should...rest in peace...Arthas."

Seeing herself getting closer and closer to her mother's corpse, Sylvanas felt pain from the depths of her soul... It became increasingly difficult for her to breathe, and she thought about what Arthas wanted her to do.

She felt sincere regret for this. When she made an alliance with Lor'themar in the past, she should have burned the corpses of her compatriots instead of feeling sorry for them and leaving them buried deep underground.

"Banshee, have you traitors actively sought rest? The desire to survive is engraved in your instincts."

He relaxed his grip on the Banshee Queen in front of him, allowing her to breathe and speak normally, and gradually let her go, allowing her to land on her feet.

"I have only one request, Banshee... that you revive her with your own hands."

He cut the chains on her body with one hand, setting her free, and pushed her towards the coffin so that she could see the remains of her loved ones with her own eyes.

In the past, at her mother's funeral, she took the moon mark that was buried with the coffin and placed it on her chest...a carefully carved moon mark.

Although a long time has passed, the torn clothes still bear the traces she left behind.

"Otherwise, I will destroy your country, your people, and all your hard work today."

He raised his sword to the sky and condensed a giant dark energy ball filled with the power of the undead. Everyone could feel the power inside, and it was so terrifying that it was enough to flatten an entire city, including everything else lurking beneath it.

She turned her head to look at the Forsaken in the distance, then looked at her mother in front of her... Sylvanas made a decision immediately, clenched her fists, and gathered her strength. Continuing inaction would only lead to more tragic consequences.

"No, you won't make it, monster."

When she was about to bid farewell to her mother in person, Arthas's power shield stopped her, preventing her from moving forward. Her fist was only one punch away from the finish line.

"Sylvanas, hope was extinguished when you were defeated."

Seeing that the enemy reinforcements had not yet arrived, Arthas removed the energy balls above his head, transformed them into transparent and colorless energy, and absorbed them back into his body.

And Bolvar in Undercity is ready to sacrifice himself at any time and detonate the energy ball in the middle of the process in order to try to die together with Arthas.

What's more, many of the Forsaken who were ready to die in the Undercity stood up and were ready to fight against the executioners who slaughtered them. The densely packed Forsaken on the city walls were the best proof of this.

"Still unwilling? Succubus."

Taking two steps forward, Arthas crushed the weapon made by the dark ranger with one hand, punched her belly with his left fist, and lifted her chin with his right hand to stabilize her body.

"Sister, I will be with you."

Amid the curses directed at Arthas from all around and the silent hatred of many heroes, Vereesa's ethereal voice reached Sylvanas.

At this moment, she believed that her sister would make the right choice, that she would support her, they were windrunners, and that was enough.

"Arthas, I won't do such a thing..."

"Well, if you don't want to do it, then I will revive her myself."

A left punch caused blood to flow from the corner of Sylvanas' mouth, and the frost aura that Arthas injected into her body prevented her from self-destructing.

"Don't be sad, traitor...you will be reunited with her soon, hehehe!"

With one foot, he pressed down the other heroes who were about to break free from their restraints, and with one hand, he threw Sylvanas to the side. Then he walked to the coffin, raised his hand and began to inject the power of death, calling on the remaining souls lingering on the corpse.

"Monster, you can't..."

"I am the king of you dead. My words are heaven. You must obey my orders."

"Wake up! Liresa Windrunner, your master is calling you, rise up and fight for me, for..."

"The Light will stop you, monster."

Avian, with holy light surging all over her body, raised the Ashbringer beside her, and in Tirion's expectant eyes, she instantly appeared next to Arthas.

She cut off the power of death in the monster's hand with a sword, and slashed with the backhand, cutting through Arthas' chest with the sword, leaving a scar that penetrated the monster's flesh.

It seemed that it was not enough, so he slashed upward with force while collecting the sword, turned around and continued slashing, leaving a cross-shaped wound that cut Arthas into four parts.

Part of the holy light that emerged from Avian floated in all directions and poured into the bodies of the heroes of Azeroth.

However, the power of death gradually covered the power of holy light on Arthas' body. In less than a moment, Arthas drew out Frostmourne and knocked Avian away.

"Blood elf, your courage is indeed admirable, but the ritual must continue."

After saying this, Arthas summoned the power of death again, raised his hand and poured it into... the corpse emitting a shield of light.

"Monster, there is no limit to the Holy Light."

Arthas, who "knocked" Avian unconscious with a sword, destroyed the holy light shield with a punch. In the face of absolute power, no matter how high the limit is, what can be done if it cannot be blocked.

"We Windrunners never surrender! Monster!"

With Avian's previous assistance, Sylvanas broke free from her restraints, picked up a war blade emitting a golden halo, and slashed at Arthas with the sword.

"The dead want to wield the Light? You are dreaming, Sylvanas."

Can you please stop killing yourself? It's fine that you became a Lightforged Undead, but what the hell is going on when you're about to explode? Let go! Can you guys follow my script?

What's the sudden outburst? I haven't figured out the next plot yet... Are you guys willing to risk your life? Especially you, Avian.

Aren't you the ancient god N'Zoth? How did you suddenly become the messenger of justice? Your three swords are super painful... Ashbringer can be used by everyone... You sneak attack, you can't afford it...

"My daughter is right, monster!"

With a "swish" sound, Arthas, who was pinching Sylvanas' neck and preparing to say something harsh, was stabbed in the heart by the resurrected "servant" behind him holding the Ashbringer.

The resurrected Liresa chopped the benefactor who actually resurrected her into two pieces with one blow. It was so cruel.

"Sylvanas Windrunner, you are my pride."

"Mother, I..."

"No matter what you become, Sylvanas, you are my daughter."

Seeing her second daughter change so much, Liresa hugged her tightly despite her daughter's attempts to stop her, and kissed her daughter's face in a special place like she did in the past.

"Be careful! He's still alive!"

Upon discovering that the two halves of the Death Knight's body had been reunited, Avian, who had just "awoke" to help others escape, quickly reminded Windrunner and his daughter to beware of the Death Knight behind them.

"Ah... the love between you and your daughter is so touching, let me personally..."

"Arthas, the Holy Light will not show mercy to your crimes."

"My wrath will consume you, Arthas. Return my son's life."

I thought that in such an occasion, as the main villain, I should stand up and show my presence, or at least not leave so easily.

Because of the scene in front of him, Arthas forgot to open his shield and spoke to the sky. At the same time, Tirion picked up the Ashbringer that fell beside him and stabbed Arthas' left chest with his sword, infusing his body with the blazing golden holy light.

Arthas, who was enduring the fierce battle between the "undead" in his body and the holy light, quickly drew out Frostmourne to block the angry lion falling from the sky.

"Paladin, you are too old."

While holding up the shield, he picked up the white-haired Fording who had stabbed him from behind and threw him directly into the coffin. He pulled out the Ashbringer from his chest and knocked Varian away with the blade of the knife.

"Come! Wretched heroes of Azeroth, eternal death is your fate."

Then he set his left hand holding the Ashbringer on fire, threw the Ashbringer away, took a step back, and swung his sword at other heroes.

This is the nth time. If it weren’t for my good luck, I would have died so many times... I want to learn how to open the shield at all times, starting from now on.

Hold back, I'm suffering! Is it easy to pretend like this? Can you give each other some time to act, don't suddenly cut me while talking... It's really uncomfortable when you are the one being cut!

"Mother, it's so good to see you again."

Vereesa, who stood with Liresa and Sylvanas and shot arrows at Arthas, had tears in her blue eyes.

The days of fighting with them are too far away. Relatives died in battle, the country was destroyed, and compatriots suffered. Too much has happened over the years.

"Where's Alleria? Vereesa, why don't I see her?"

Although she didn't know what happened, Liresa was very happy to see that both of her daughters were still alive.

At one point, she asked her younger daughter where her older daughter was. Aurelia shouldn't be absent from a battle like this.

"Mother, Alleria has been on an expedition to Draenor with the Alliance army since you, father, and Lyras died at the hands of the orcs. We haven't heard from her since."

Hearing this, Sylvanas spoke up for the silent Vereesa to explain that Alleria might no longer be there.

Three years ago, she and Vereesa had both been to Outland, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not find Alleria. Instead, they found a nephew, Arator, known as the Redeemer.

"Although we didn't find Alleria, she and Turalyon had a child, and he has been looking for them."

"After we defeat this monster, take me to see him... Let's survive first."

At this moment, a portal shining with holy light appeared beside the mother and her two daughters.

"Who attacked me...ah..."

On the other side of the portal, a half-elf who was looking for his parents in the Outlands was kicked into the portal by a masked elven woman who appeared out of nowhere, and lay on the battlefield with a face full of dust.

"Why are you here? Arator, do you know how dangerous this place is?"

Vereesa quickly helped her nephew up and asked softly.

"Vereesa, auntie... where am I?"

Holding up the holy shield to protect his two relatives, Arator, whose butt was still hurting, responded.

The Holy Light didn't tell me that I would come here... How could the Lich King be resurrected?

"You are Alleria's son? A half-elf."

"Who are you? I..."

But at this moment, a cold light flashed, and the four of them were frozen into popsicles, maintaining their previous appearance.

"The end is coming."

We are on the battlefield, can you please respect me? Respect is mutual, you know.

But where did this guy come from? They seem to have a good relationship. Is he Alator?

At this point, shouldn't you be looking for Turalyon and Alleria... the parents who were coaxed by the Legion of Light to go to Argus to fight?

"Supreme Holy Light! Help me to destroy the evil before my eyes!"

Holy Light... Damn old Fording, is he only going to chase me and chop me? I don't accept it... I should have resurrected Taelan and let you and your son have a bloody battle with the long-lost family affection.

"Old Fording, the Ashbringer in your hand... looks good but is useless."

Arthas activated the Frost Shield and knocked away several orcs who were charging bravely with one punch, then turned around and continued to taunt Tirion.

"Monster, the supreme holy light will stop you."

"Hmm... well, Holy Light? Haha, you are here for revenge, noble-sounding paladins, you should..."

"Spirit of the earth, please heed my call and help me defeat the enemy before me."

"Orcs, you cannot defeat me with just the elements."