The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Jaina, I'm a little tired."

After swinging the Holy Hammer, Arthas, feeling that he could not hold on any longer, summoned the Holy Light to protect Jaina beside him, protecting her from the harassment of the swarm of stinking bats.

His spirit seemed to be unable to bear the continuous fighting. His eyes shone with golden light and he stomped his feet on the ground, trying to suppress the surrounding undead with one move as before.

It was quite normal that Arthas' so-called hammer wind, in addition to killing five ghouls, the rest of the undead army was still attacking.

It can be said that it was a heavy blow to the Paladin's head. What happened to the promise of defeating the whole world with one blow?

"Arthas, can you please not stand up for yourself? Only six minutes have passed!"

In a flameless clearing in the sea of ​​fire, Jaina resisted the urge to hit Arthas and continued to raise her hands to release flame storms and rain of fire.

And summoned ten fire elements to protect me. What's the point of you, a paladin, not doing your job and just worrying about me? I can protect myself.

What happened to you? Is it the weakness after losing your invincible power? I am really disappointed.

Arthas, how long has it been? Are you going to forget the oath you made?

"No, you are wrong."

After pushing a stitched monster away with his shield and finishing it off with a swing of his sword, Arthas turned to Jaina and shook his head.

It’s not like I didn’t have power before, and I’ve always been self-aware.

This is just to attract the enemy to attack... Look, only six minutes have passed, and they dare to come for close combat.

I never fight an unprepared battle, unless the opponent predicts my prediction, then I should run away.

"We have powerful weapons to deal with these undead."

"Poor Paladin, is your holy light the ultimate weapon against us?"

The active bat monster, Desex, punched the rice shield and questioned the prince in front of him in a cold voice.

You are just a little legendary paladin, do you really think we are all your cup of tea? You are brave, warrior.

"The Holy Light cannot save you here, foolish mortal."

The demon who was following his brother closely, the Dreadlord Zifein, after his sneak attack was blocked by the Mi Shield, increased his attack strength and swung his claws three times in a row, trying to destroy the annoying shield in front of him.

Your skills may be good, but you are still too arrogant. Are we four legends really afraid of you two weaklings who have just entered the legend realm? Arrogant human.

"The Holy Light will destroy you, evil monster."

Mal'Ganis and Odin, who had been waiting for a long time, discovered that Arthas was only at this level, so they worked together to kill the fire elemental and surrounded the two with the undead army.

"Prince Arthas, your faith cannot save you. I hug you..."

"No, the Holy Light is my power."

"Arthas, don't doubt yourself. You are the savior of Steinblad. We all saw it."

"If I hadn't seen that you were in such a bad state recently, I wouldn't have spoiled the fun and accompanied you and Jaina to investigate the plague."

"That's right, kid."

"Why hasn't Jaina come yet? We have been waiting here for several hours."

Uther, who was advising his disciple, put his big hand on the shoulder of Arthas, who had guarded Steinblad with him.

"Don't talk so much, Uther, please take a look around you."

"I, I can't do this."

"Get back on board, and I'll spare your life."

Muradin, who was confronting Varok and advising him to leave, suddenly appeared here and overwhelmed Arthas.

Seeing that they appeared in the wrong position, Arthas hurriedly swung his shield and covered his head, but he couldn't withstand the weight of Muradin falling from the sky. He fell down, struggled to get up, and grabbed his teacher.

"Stand back, Muradin... Undead! Jaina, follow me."

At the same time, Varian and blonde Jaina walked out of a circular portal, saw the scene full of undead, clenched their weapons, and killed the undead around them.

What exactly is going on? They were originally planning to persuade Muradin in Icecrown Citadel to let Varok take Dranosh away.

I clearly saw this before... How did we suddenly get here... Quel'Thalas?

"Your Majesty Varian, we need to deal with these undead in front of us first."

After swinging his axe to kill six undead in a row, Varok's figure appeared in front of the others.

"Muradin, Jaina, Varian... Orcs? Monsters!"

Uther, who also arrived here suddenly, finally discovered something was wrong and fought with the black-haired Arthas who suddenly stood up.

He raised the Lightbringer hammer and hit Mal'Ganis, asking questions to the disciples beside him while hitting him.

"Kid, what's going on?"

My child, why did you suddenly dye your hair? What kind of magic is this?

And these monsters, shouldn’t they be the resurrected dead according to the intelligence?

"Uther, deal with these undead first. I will discuss this issue with you."

Arthas seized the opportunity to beat Mal'Ganis, and after taking some time to respond to Uther, he used his shield to knock the lich away and slashed at Mal'Ganis with his sword.

You can only stay for five minutes, so you can't outlast the other reinforcements. Don't just stare at us, let's deal with these undead first.

"Take this, Uther. It contains the answers you seek."

"Okay, Jaina."

After gently taking the red and blue stone given by Jaina with burgundy hair, Uther had no time to wonder why there was another Jaina with a different hair color.

After quickly putting the stone into his pocket, he followed his disciple's attack and spun the Holy Light Hammer three times in a row to purify the undead around him that dared to attack.

"Damn undead, I will not tolerate your evil deeds."

Muradin transformed into a little giant, blasted two big bats away with a hammer and an axe, then smashed the ground with all his strength, smashing several brave skeleton warriors to pieces.

"Time magic? Arthas, you can't possibly..."

"Goodbye, Mal'Ganis. How many times has this happened?"

Sending Mal'Ganis a warm blessing that touched his heart, Arthas wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, put away his sword and turned around.

"Lich, can I take you to see your leader?"

After collecting Mal'Ganis' soul again and again, Frostmourne in the form of a dagger pierced the lich's chest.

I have to say, it's addictive if you do it too much.

But you are all my enemies. If you don't mind me sending you to the room I specially prepared for you, come and stay!

"Odin, a mortal... will never surrender... for Master Mal'Ganis..."

"Mortal, the Holy Light will purify you."

You call me a mortal, I call you a mortal, send your remains to see the holy light, we are all equal, your sacrifice is worth it.

Shaking his long, flowing black hair, Arthas turned his gaze to the others. Frostmourne was hungry.

"Fear not, heroes of Azeroth. I am here to help you."

Hearing this, a group of people were stunned, especially the Burgundy Princess who covered her eyes. Could it be that stealing heads was not so pretentious?

Then she spread her hands apart and summoned ten fire elementals to protect her again. She also quietly released a few rounds of flame storms to block the surroundings and prevent the undead from retreating.

"This sword, how could you..."

"Devil, I have tolerated you for a long time."

After being beaten beyond repair by Muradin, Zilfien finally left his nightmare and reunited with his Nathrezim brothers in Frostmourne.

"Humph! Mortal, we'll meet again. I will..."

"A lunatic! He is just a traitor."

Arthas, who was teleported by his burgundy wife, interrupted Desex's teleportation with a shield strike.

Then he used the Black Tiger's Heart-Ripping Move to reunite him with his brothers, and the operation to snatch the heads was a great success.

Blowing a breath on his beloved sword, Arthas, looking very showy, lifted his bangs that suddenly appeared, put away the sword and turned around.

A flash of golden light passed by, and Arthas, riding on a black warhorse, rushed towards the surrounding undead who were determined not to surrender with a halberd, and pounced on the undead Scourge who did not know the word fear like a hungry wolf.

Without a general, what can you use to fight against me, the Holy Light God of War? How dare you! Ants!

"Uther, has this Arthas always been so brave?"

The stunned Muradin pushed Uther, who was pretending to be in deep thought beside him, and asked the question in a lost voice.

You even want to steal the dwarves' prey and yet you say these words... Arthas, are you really a humble paladin?

My friend, Uther, this is your good apprentice?

Because Muradin appeared later than Uther, he mistakenly believed that Uther and the black-haired Arthas were familiar with each other.

You can even put your hand on your apprentice's shoulder, which must be a sign that you have a good relationship... The apprentice is superior, and the dwarf will never be wrong.

"No, I don't know him. The Arthas I know is not like this."

As soon as he spoke, Uther's true thoughts were exposed.

His tone was so unconfident that his left hand, which was pointing at Arthas, was even shaking.

"But...my friend, Muradin, didn't you go on an expedition to Northrend?"

Uther found that Muradin, with whom he used to work and drink three months ago, had changed a lot, so he changed the subject and asked him a question.

"Exploration, I always remember, if..."

"No ifs, Muradin."

"For these orcs who only know how to plunder and kill, giving them a quick death is the greatest mercy of the Holy Light."

My old friend, when did you betray the Alliance? You are actually with the orcs.

Uther, who wanted to deal with Varok, raised his warhammer at the orc behind Varian. He recognized the orc with bloody hands.

"Uther, we are from the future...how did you..."

"Jaina, Jaina Proudmoore, the hatred between us and the orcs cannot be explained in just a few words."

Without noticing that the golden light from his feet gradually dissipated, Uther pulled away the blonde Jaina.

In addition to investigating the plague, he also considers it a necessary task to eliminate the demons that escaped from the orc internment camps and destroyed the happy lives of the people of the Alliance.

"When you grow up, you will understand sooner or later. I will..."

"Respected Lord Uther, remember to look at the photo stone I gave you when you return."

"Okay, kid, remember not to be late next time."

A burgundy princess with different hair color, but almost identical clothes, voice, and appearance, came to block his way, and Uther realized that something was wrong with him again.

Only the upper body was left, and the lower body had disappeared. With confusion, Uther subconsciously responded to Jaina.

After these words were spoken, the two Kul Tiras princesses couldn't help but blush.

The only difference is that this one has blonde hair and lowers its head slightly. How do you know that thing... Alas, the beautiful memories of the past have long gone away from me and no longer exist.

The one with wine-red hair pretended nothing had happened. It was not my fault for being late. It was because the ogre stopped me!

"My teacher, Uther the Lightbringer."

"It's been a long time since we left Steinblad."

"Say hello to your other self for me, and remember to tell him to enjoy the movie."

Summoning earth elementals to help in the attack, riding a horse and wielding a rice halberd, Arthas, whose hair color had changed back to his original color, was teleported back by burgundy Jaina.

He stood up again, dusted himself off, and waved to Uther, who was left with only a head.

Five minutes is still too short. The bond between us is still not strong enough! My teacher, only added two minutes.

"You are the……"

"Yes, I am the Arthas who can only shout Holy Light. You should remember me."

With a slight nod, Arthas gave a thumbs up to Uther who was about to leave and said, "It's me, the incarnation of holy light, your disciple."

"You kid, give me..."

Before he could finish his message, Uther left here and returned to a fork in the King's Road, where he had an intimate contact with his real disciple.

He had just returned, and subconsciously stepped forward and slapped Arthas Menethil hard, completing the action he wanted to accomplish before.

"Uther, what question did you want to ask me just now? Wait a moment, Jaina should..."

The innocent prince of Lordaeron hadn't even finished his words when he flew backwards with his warhammer on his back, with a bewildered look on his face.

My teacher, I know you want to comfort me, but why did you slap me suddenly?

I am the crown prince of Lordaeron, your future king. What mistake have I made?

What is this soft thing behind me? So soft, so familiar... Jaina...

"Jaina, I'm not... an ogre? I'm here to help you."

"Arthas, I know you didn't mean to be late, but I didn't mean to be late either."

"Not enough, why did you fly here? And your face..."

"Stop talking, Jaina. Kill these ogres first."

After easily killing two ogres, the Prince of Lordaeron, with a slightly swollen right face, pulled the representative of Dalaran, the Princess of Kul Tiras, to the campfire.

Before he had time to ask Uther why he hit him, he and others admired himself, who had once saved Strainblade on their behalf, and told him what hardships the prince of Lordaeron would experience in the future.

"I know you have a lot of doubts, but please wait, let me explain in detail..."

In another Azeroth, what changes will they bring to Azeroth with the scripts related to the future? That is another story.