The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In the Vault of the Wardens, a powerful demon hunter, wearing the Cursed Vision of Sargeras... his emerald eyes bloomed in the darkness.

"Maiwei, I didn't expect that you would release us in the end."

"Illidan, I will do anything for Azeroth."

Now that her prey had been freed, and she had resurrected the person with her own hands, Maiev flicked her cloak, turned around and walked forward a few steps, leaving the venue to Tyrande.

She didn't want to talk to Illidan. As soon as the two of them opened their mouths, they started to argue with each other, and the air was full of gunpowder.

"Illidan, Azeroth needs your strength."

"Tyrande, your voice still shines into my heart like the bright moonlight."

"If that's what you need, I'll do it."

After receiving his own Warblade of Azzinoth from Tyrande, Illidan remained the same towards his goddess Tyrande, without any change.

After being resurrected, he believed that, just like in the past, it was Tyrande who saved him despite the opposition of others and overcame difficulties and obstacles.

The fact that his twin brother is not here is the best proof. When he broke free from Maiev's ten thousand years of imprisonment, it was Tyrande who stood in front of him and asked him for help.

"Tell me, who is threatening Azeroth, those demons..."

"It was Arthas Menethil, the rival who once defeated you."

Illidan, who had always believed that the Undead Scourge led by Ner'zhul was just a pawn of the Burning Legion, was silent for a moment after hearing Tyrande's words.

"Hmm... can a death knight put Azeroth in danger?"

Illidan found it a little unbelievable that Arthas, who relied on his master Ner'zhul for strength, could make Maiev put aside her pride and take the initiative to break the cage that bound him, and even stop torturing him and allow the Illidari to resurrect him.

Could such a puppet without its own power really bring danger to Azeroth? Even if I lose the battle, it is only because of my carelessness...

"He is too strong, Illidan. No one can stop him."

"Malfurion and other heroes are fighting him, waiting for us to come to their aid."

"In the days when your soul wandered the Twisting Nether, in the days when you suffered here, Azeroth was not the only threat in the Burning Legion."

As Tyrande spoke, Illidan gradually understood the current situation.

A dead man who suddenly resurrected, single-handedly forced the Alliance and the Horde that were obstructing his cause to join forces with other forces to encircle and suppress him, an undead.

I was not as fierce as Arthas when I was in Outland. It seems that the current situation is very serious and my plan to deal with the Burning Legion has to be postponed.

"Please rest assured, Tyrande, let us go together to fight him out."

"I will lead the Illidari warriors to defeat Arthas and bring victory to Azeroth."

"Then let us go, Illidan. I hope you still have the courage to fight with me when we get there."

Maiev, who thought Illidan was talking nonsense, turned around, picked up the Wheel of Judgment, and whispered to Illidan and Tyrande to act quickly.

Every second wasted was a disrespect to the Alsace coalition, and his patience was gradually exhausted during the wait.

For monsters like Arthas, the best way is to lock them in cages and imprison them forever.

When she is not fighting, she will keep an eye on Illidan. Illidan is her prey. She will let him go free and make sure that Illidan will not do anything evil.

"Maiev Shadowsong, I hope you won't hold me back. I will fight him head-on and give you a chance to defeat him."

"Illidan, Maiev, stop arguing, it's time for us to go help."

"Illidan, you'd better not do anything unnecessary."

"Hmph! Maiev, just do your job well."

Seeing that the warden and her prisoner were about to quarrel again, Tyrande shook her head and took the lead to walk into the portal to Lordaeron.

After seeing Tyrande leave, Illidan and Maiev looked at each other unhappily again, snorted in unison, turned around and stepped into the portal together.

Finally, the other elves discovered that their leader had left, leaving most of them to guard the other evil prisoners in the cave. Some of the elites selected by Maiev took the initiative to step into the portal and follow their leader to the battlefield.

"Zul, my best friend, can the Zandalari survive this crisis?"

In a room of a golden battleship, Rastakhan asked Zul beside him a question. Now he needed Zul's prophecy.

"My king, in the future battle, there will be countless allies fighting with us. We will not fight the dark king alone."

“Whether we win or lose, Zandalar will remain standing. Zandalar will live forever.”

Zul bowed to his king and spoke in a deep voice about the prophecy he had seen, but he concealed and modified some of it.

In the dream he saw of the future, when they fought a decisive battle with the Dark Lord, they failed and the whole of Azeroth fell into eternal silence.

The Troll Empire was destroyed by countless monsters, countless trolls were displaced and lost countless loved ones. Zandalar eventually fell into destruction, just like Azeroth.

However, this time it was completely different. At least Rastakhan began to support him. With his help, many things could be avoided.

His last prophecy, that Deathwing had been defeated by brave and fearless heroes, proved that the future is not fixed.

As long as his friends can cheer up and not be stubborn, they may not fail, and Zandalar will not be destroyed at this moment. He is so convinced of this now.

"Zul, we are friends, just call me by my name."

At this point, Rastakhan helped Zul to his feet and told him that he didn't need to be so formal.

He knew clearly that Zul had concealed a lot of things, otherwise he would not have become the prophet of Zandalari step by step.

But seeing Zul's determined look, Rastakhan realized that this battle would be a fierce one, and perhaps even he would not be spared.

At this point, I shouldn't continue to act like a king. Zul was once my close friend, and they had overcome countless difficulties together.

"My lord, until the last moment, we should..."

"Zul, now that things have come to this, we can no longer go back... You are my confidant, and I hope we can regain our lost friendship."

"Well, it's a pleasure, Rastakhan. It's been a long time since we've been together like this."

After hearing this, Zul changed his attitude. He also missed the time when he and Rastakhan worked together.

Before this possible end moment, letting go of the grudge between himself and Rastakhan is the best option. He also made mistakes and had a conflict with his last friend, and almost parted ways with him.

"My king, my Lord Prophet, we are almost reaching the coast of Lordaeron."

As the two put down their burdens and held each other's hands as they did in the past, a Zandalari warrior stood outside the door and reported the situation to them.

“That doesn’t seem like enough time for us to chat. Rastakhan, are you ready?”

"Of course, Zul, our battle is about to begin, meet it with me."

Rastakhan, aware of his current situation, pushed open the door and extended his right hand to his friend Zul.

"Have faith, and we will succeed, Rastakhan."

Without hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and tightly grasped his friend Rastakhan. Zul responded with a smile and walked towards the bow with him.

"Warriors of Zandalari, these may be our last moments."

“Do you have the confidence to follow me and defeat the dark king who attempted to challenge Zandalar? No matter how powerful he is, I will lead you to defeat him.”

Standing at the bow, Rastakhan began to encourage the morale of the warriors, and Zul would not lag behind. After his friend finished speaking, he followed closely.

"Warriors of Zandalari, my prophecy tells us our future. We will surely win, and Zandalari will live forever!"

“Zandalari Lives Forever!”

Amid the shouts of the Zandalari warriors, the golden warship rushed towards Lordaeron, carrying them to the final battlefield.

“Talanji still awaits the safe return of her father, Rastakhan.”

"Hahaha, that's true. She also hopes that you can continue to teach her. Your wisdom is unmatched."

"Rastakhan, your bravery is unmatched."

Under the gaze of Rezan and other Loa gods, Rastakhan and Zul once again shook each other's extended hands of friendship.

At the same time, they raised their heads and looked towards the battlefield in the distance. The fierce battle in the distance had already attracted their attention.

"Now is the time. Seize this moment and defeat the evil prince."

Finding the balance point he had expected, Lor'themar raised his sword and shouted, leaped over, and slashed at Arthas' bone shield.

With the last of his strength, he delivered a dazzling slash, creating a hole in the shield.

So one after another, the heroes of Azeroth flashed over in an instant, and worked together to break this seemingly unbreakable shield.

"Do you think you have discovered my weakness? I revealed this to you on purpose..."

"Monster, you've said enough. Today I will avenge the warriors of the tribe."

Clang! Garrosh, who had been waiting for a long time, chopped down the plate armor on Arthas' chest with his axe.

"Orc? Your strength is the same as that of the servant who tried to challenge me. You are nothing to be afraid of."

Hearing that Arthas not only looked down on him but also mentioned Dranosh, his mind was filled with anger, and the Bloodhowl in his hand was slowly pushed away by Arthas.

As he tried to roar and continue to exert his strength, Arthas threw a left punch and swung out a frost sword, knocking Garrosh down.

"Your power is too small. I have played with you for so long. It's time to end everything."

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthas squatted down and inserted Frostmourne in his hand into the ground.

Shock waves composed of frost aura, with Frostmourne as their base point, rushed in all directions, passing through the bodies of the heroes of Azeroth around them and defeating them.

"This is impossible. Your power shouldn't be..."

"Blood elves, your idea is not wrong, but you have misjudged the timing."

After drawing out countless chains to tie up his enemies, Arthas spoke the truth in a cold voice.

I feel like someone is coming. We should move on to the next scene. If we keep fighting, you will find out our flaws.

In order to prevent you from having other ideas, look at what I have done. I deliberately "wiped out" many people, causing me to be injured many times by your repeated potential explosions. Now it's my turn to perform.

"Your light has dimmed, Paladin."

"Your power comes from me, the Death Knight."

"Your magic is running low, mage."

"Your anger has long since died, warrior."

"Your elements no longer respond, shaman."

"No, monster, our power will not dissipate. We will defeat you."

As Arthas recited his rare lines, Avian restored the hero's strength with a holy light.

They bathed in the holy light, grasped their weapons tightly, and stood up again, even the undead were no exception.

At this moment, the merciful holy light generously restored their strength.

However, Arthas felt very unhappy. N'Zoth, shouldn't you be the final villain in my design? Am I going to go down this path to the end?

The holy light I gave you, what exactly did I instill in you... No, what exactly did you go through? What kind of magic potion did they give you? I want a few bowls of it, too, so I can take it back and transform my own Knights of the Atonement.

"Arthas, I will defeat you thoroughly this time."

"Stop wasting time on him, Illidan. Let's see who can defeat him first."

Illidan and Maiev arrived here first, holding up the Glaive of Azzinoth and the Wheel of Judgment respectively and fighting with Arthas.

"Very well, I..."

"Dark Lord, we Zandalari are here at your invitation. Let us accept your wrath!"

Moments later, Rastakhan and Zul attacked Arthas from behind, just as Arthas had fought off Illidan and Maiev.

They had no martial ethics and saw the heroes of Azeroth marching forward bravely around them. They couldn't help but feel that they were too late, so they rushed towards Arthas with their scimitars in hand.

There is a price for provoking the Zandalari Empire. We are your price, Dark Lord. Look around you. We have enough heroes. We will win.

"Trolls of Zandalari, you are finally here. I am really..."

"Arthas, now is the real contest between us."

Legendary dragons of various colors transformed into mortal forms and surrounded Arthas, while their leaders, Ysera, Nozdormu, Azshara and others came with artifacts in their hands.

Alexstrasza, one of the heroes, couldn't help but smile when she saw her brothers and sisters finally coming. She finally got you.

I can finally stop my healing work and fight against the fallen prince with you... Neltharion, my brother, I wish you were still the Guardian of the Earth.

"Humph! It's all in vain for you to come here. I am..."

"Where is this? Alleria! By the Light, I'm so glad you're okay."

It turned out that it was Turalyon and Alleria who fell from the sky and knocked Arator down. One left his selfless position, one escaped from the clutches of the Burning Legion, and the other innocently bore a weight that he shouldn't have borne.

"Turalyon, I am not... Arator, my son."

"Are you okay? Mom is sorry."

Finally realizing that the free meat pad beneath her was her son, Alleria pushed Turalyon away, gently picked up her son, and asked softly about Arator's situation.

I was inexplicably knocked unconscious by a fellow elf, and when I woke up, I knocked my own baby son unconscious. What on earth was going on?

"elder sister?"

"Alleria?"

"My sun?"

"Mother, Vereesa, are you Sylvanas? Are we back in Azeroth?"

Following the three voices, Aurelia turned around and saw many familiar faces, and could not help but be amazed.

"Father, Mother, I finally see you."

"You are my son? Arator!"

"I'm glad to see your family reunited, but please be careful..."

"Very good, now that you are all here, let's begin the real decisive battle! I will grant you eternal death!"

Seeing Azshara blocking the attacks of his Frozen Windrunner family and becoming a beautiful ice sculpture of the light of light, Arthas hurried towards them, ready to give them a furious blow.

What the hell is going on! This should have been a situation where I could have a good fight, but who on earth almost turned it into... the atmosphere is a bit inappropriate... Well, I do like this a little bit.

Is the butterfly effect caused by my recent behavior so outrageous? No matter what, I will chop you down and complete my original plan.

I am invincible! I will finish the road I choose, even with blood and tears! Uther, I always feel like you guys revealed something.

When I meet you again, I will start with Frostmourne and ask for your advice.

When Arthas was fighting the heroes of Azeroth alone, the wooden door of a small house in a deserted place was gently pushed open by a ranger lady and then slammed shut.

The masked heroine, who had just returned to her cozy home, took off her disguise and sat on the soft and comfortable sofa.

He stretched himself a little, then waved to open the refrigerator, opened a bottle of iced drink, and picked up a piece of barbecue from the automatic grill.

Squinting her eyes and smacking her lips, she looked at the real-time image in front of her comfortably, showing a sweet smile and starting her cheerful...