The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In a dark reddish land, filled with the power of shadows, haunted by the whispers of ancient gods, and made of flesh and blood, a battle is still going on.

One after another, ice spikes covered with red liquid and flowing with it rose from the ground. A bloody existence was in the air above her, and countless needles with cold light flashed and pierced her mercilessly.

The blood-red swirling scarlet wind, the evil wind of withering and decay, kept blowing across the gradually growing flesh and blood sprouts, inhibiting the adhesion between the pieces of flesh.

Not far below that being, there was a dark figure who was the mastermind behind all this.

He was an undead king covered in gray-black armor, with cold light in his eyes, a dark sword on his left and a magic sword in his right.

He continued to increase his strength, drawing out the power of death in his body and transforming it into three-colored spiritual energy.

He tried to injure her completely and speed up the destruction of her flesh and blood in an attempt to surpass its regeneration speed.

Behind him, a large crystal blue transparent barrier covered the two men and two women.

The barrier protected them from the invasion of external forces, allowing them to catch their breath and take a short rest.

Between the four people were twelve 600ml transparent glass cups, each containing liquid of four different colors.

Unlike the other three cups which were all full, one cup had been lifted up and was about to sink to the bottom, having lost three-quarters of its stock.

"Jaina, is it really okay for us to do this?"

"Prince Arthas is out there fighting hard, while we are here enjoying ourselves."

A young man in a blue-brown robe raised a glass of bubbling white soda and was in a dilemma.

He has unusually long gray-white shoulder-length hair, dark red pupils, and a slightly sturdy body. He seems frail but not weak.

There was a round hole in his stomach, revealing fair skin inside. The holy light healed the previous wound without leaving any trace.

His clothes had many scratches and holes on them, making it seem that although he should have inherited his mother's looks, his handsome appearance actually looked a bit "trendy".

70% like his mother and 30% like his father, Lord Stormsong seems a little weak and even failed to beat his wife.

He is Morgana Stormsong, a young man who has been through hardships, torture, capture, and forced into service, but who still has a secret weapon.

"My son, a miracle has happened."

"Why not do the same as Jaina and replenish your energy until the right moment comes."

A "beautiful young" woman in brown robes held a glass of purple-black grape juice and drank it without hesitation.

Her long, bright silver hair reached her waist, and her blood-red pupils sparkled, revealing her frank desire to drink more. At first glance, she was clearly a weak priestess.

She had her husband's protection, and her fitted clothes had not suffered much damage; her dress was still torn below the knees, but her boots were still barely wearable.

She was only wearing a torn outer garment and outer clothes, revealing her white cotton coat underneath, hiding her inner self.

It's not that cold today, so why is she wearing four layers of clothing? Her husband next to her should know.

She is Dessuhil Stormsong, a person with a "dual personality". She once played the role of a fanatic of the Abyss, and is deeply entangled in "countless" mysteries of faith. She is an indispensable mistress in Stormsong Valley.

"Yes, Mogna."

"Although I still don't know what's going on with Prince Arthas, he is our hope, and that's enough."

A weathered man who looked like he had worn a noble brown robe handed a glass of grape juice to his wife, then picked up a glass of clear peach juice and toasted with Dessuhil.

He has black hair, black pupils, deep eyes, and a dark forest on his face. He looks mature and steady, provided he is fully dressed.

His clothes were full of holes, making him look like a down-and-out beggar, but underneath revealed a healthy and strong body, carrying a heavy responsibility.

He was all smiles, seemingly indifferent to what was happening outside, but he would tap his wedding ring from time to time.

After so many years, he still seems to be obsessed with his wedding, but his youth is long gone.

Perhaps only he and his wife Dessuhil beside him knew why he did this.

He is Pluto Stormsong, the Pope who sits under the Lord of Faith and is second only to the Lord of Faith. He is also a middle-aged family man with "countless" backup plans.

"Mogna, do you want to be a burden?"

"We still have some time. Only if we have enough physical strength can we break through."

A generous and heroic woman who was neatly dressed and looked completely different from the other three.

She drank a glass of dark brown caramel soda in big gulps like a man, and did not forget to lick the fat otaku happy water left at the corner of her mouth.

She has a pair of blue eyes like the blue sea, and her smooth blonde hair goes over her shoulders and just reaches her chest. The golden bangs that cover a little of her face seem to look good.

She was wearing a fitted, arm-baring blue and white dress that extended to her feet. With her expression and movements, she seemed to be in high spirits.

A tattered purple-gold magic robe with a hood was scattered around her. It seemed to have been torn off by her, and there were several scars to prove it.

How can you waste equipment like this? Wouldn't it be better to lend it to the uncle next to you for warmth... The clothes may not fit, and the damage is too serious... Well, let it be.

She is Jaina Proudmoore, a woman who often punches "N'Zoth" and has kicked N'Zoth. She controls the Lich King every day, is favored by countless people, has changed a lot, and is a reliable master who often bullies Baowa and runs away and provides a backup.

"Well, you are quite right."

"At this time, I should drink..."

"I can't seem to destroy her here."

"She was always playing tricks on us, playing with us, just to buy time."

The eerie bass voice of the Lich King reached Mognar's ears, scaring him so much that he accidentally choked while drinking lemon soda.

Your Highness, can you change your voice? I still can't be like them and get used to your current voice.

When it's your turn to taste the food, you encounter something like this. It's really painful to watch, but who told you to hesitate?

Be decisive! The Stormsongs, who were disappointed with their friend, glanced at Morgana and swallowed the juice in one gulp.

Compared with soda, fruit juice often lacks that stimulating feeling. It has both advantages and disadvantages. Just like drinking water, you can drink it all in one gulp.

He glanced at the experience card which still had twenty-five minutes left, but throwing it away was not enough to reassure Arthas.

During these five minutes, abusing N'Zoth did not satisfy Arthas, but instead made him more cautious.

As time passed, Arthas felt more and more that a crisis was approaching them.

He believed that the crisis should be the undead monster in front of him, and she had been delaying her plan.

"Not good, you must be alert around you."

"I still underestimated her. Everyone must protect themselves."

At this moment, Arthas turned back, raised his hand, and poured a beam of frost aura into the barrier of the resting people, increasing the barrier's defense while also expanding its coverage.

Feeling the powerful momentum gradually growing behind him, he felt that he could not waste any more time.

During the five minutes of beating, he had been trying his best to explore everything around him, but he still couldn't find the key to breaking the curse as Enzos said.

For an opponent like her, what she says is at least a mixture of truth and falsehood.

Do I really have to destroy this space in order to... But I suspect that if I really did that, I would invisibly help her a lot.

What if the place I'm in is similar to the breach in the ancient god's prison that I encountered in Ahn'kahet?

I'm afraid... I feel a little regretful that I wasn't ruthless enough. I should have cut her eye of birth first to test the waters.

"Death cannot end the shadow. The shadow is eternal."

"The shadow encompasses everything. You misunderstood Him, and you also misunderstood me."

"You are so ignorant that you have no idea of ​​the greatness of Shadow."

Re-condensing his form, restoring the flesh of the Void Elf incarnation, and dissolving the three death auras around him, N'Zoth's long-silent will descended here again.

Her long purple-blue hair danced wildly and fluttered in the wind, emitting a heavy pressure that seemed to be able to suppress even a mortal from raising his head.

"Only the shadow can lead all living things. I will make you understand."

"No matter how you hurt me or slander me, I will forgive you for what you have done."

"I will slowly persuade you and let you enter a new era with me."

She stretched out her hands, holding the staff that was cut off by Frostmourne's sword when she was injured, one on the left and one on the right.

She poured rich shadow power into the remains of the weapon, and in less than a breath, she had put her broken weapon back together.

"As long as you wish to receive the blessing of the shadow, your desires will be fulfilled by me one by one."

"Of all you, only you, Arthas Menethil."

"I will not show mercy to you anymore. I will let you know the consequences of angering me."

She shook her staff lightly, and it transformed into a purple-black crystal sword. The same purple-black shadow power was attached to it, emitting endless black light.

She raised the Shadow Sword, pointed it at Arthas' head, and in an instant she slashed out a crescent sword energy, attacking the enemy who had been tormenting her for a long time.

She no longer had any patience for the messenger of death before her.

N'Zoth believed that Arthas was playing a trick on him and mocking his intelligence.

It was obvious that under her step-by-step calculations, their strength was exhausted and the will of some people was shaken, but only Arthas.

She felt that although he seemed to be gaining strength in desperate situations, he was just hiding his incompetence.

He was constantly using his actions to mock his own plans and actions.

He had already seen through it, he just wanted to make himself feel desperate.

Let yourself experience the situation of being chess pieces that you play with at will and facing your own situation.

However, she still had a glimmer of sympathy for Arthas.

Because, after all, she was more skilled, and Arthas's plan for himself had collapsed.

His servants will be here soon. Faced with the absolute strength of the army, even the Demigod of Death will suffer in front of his army.

Even if a demigod has the power of destruction, what does it matter? Without sufficient time to prepare, a demigod will only be worn down to death in such a situation.

What's more, the Arthas in front of her, he only relied on the sharpness of his weapon and a little preparation to successfully defeat her by sneak attack.

In this shadowy land, she still had a high chance of winning.

"I never fear the revenge of my enemies. Your revenge against me will be slain by my sword!"

With a light swing of his sword, Arthas blocked N'Zoth's angry attack.

He also slashed out two dark death sword auras, one to block Enzos's attack, and the other to cut through the big hole.

"Arthas Menethil, I was right about you."

N'Zoth couldn't help but sigh as he raised his hand to hold up a shadow shield to block Arthas's winter sword energy.

I hid this thing for so long, and finally the "real thing" was found by Arthas, which is worthy of encouragement.

Once again, she recognized Arthas' wisdom and briefly paused her attack to give them a chance to catch their breath.

"I spent countless efforts to hide its existence, but you still found it."

"This is... Stormsong. I can't believe it."

"Pluto, if we destroy it, the curse will be lifted."

After resting for a while and seeing the "truth" of the curse, Dessuhil stood beside Pluto and raised his staff.

She pulled hard with both hands, and with two clicks, a slender silver blade was placed in Pluto's hand, and she raised the "double axes" and was ready for battle.

“Father, Mother, this is our last stand for Kul Tiras.”

Draining the remaining magic power in his body and enduring the pain, Mogna walked to his parents with a torrent blade in hand.

At this last moment, facing the enemies that keep emerging around him, fighting to the death is the end of Morgana Stormsong.

"In the name of Stormsong, we will destroy it. And... ahem! In the name of Proudmoore, destroy it and redeem our people."

Noticing that the three members of the Stormsong family were looking at her, Jaina quickly changed the subject and picked up her staff.

There was a flash of violet light, and Jaina raised her spear to block the path of the Stormsong family.

Don't rush in. We can now rely on this solid "fortress" to fight the enemy. Don't be impatient.

We have the great general Arthas, the Lich King. As long as he doesn't fall, our city will remain standing.

"In the name of Stormsong, Desth'sil, Morgnar."

"It is destined that we will break the curse of N'Zoth."

Understanding what Jaina meant, the Stormsong family followed their hearts and, under the leadership of Brutus, found a random location to garrison.

(What comes from the heart will be corrected)

Together with Jaina, they held their weapons tightly and guarded the four directions of the city.

"I'm outside, please protect yourselves."

Arthas raised Frostmourne in his right hand, drew out the power of Menethil in his left hand, raised both swords and slashed fiercely, sending a group of enemies who overestimated their own strength on their way.

As it turned out, the result was promising. Arthas verified his guess that there was a Stormsong Emblem inside the Eye of Birth, and there was a shadow barrier protecting it.

I don't know how many years it has been here. It is covered with purple-black shadow crystals and is soaked in the power of shadow.

Only the symbol of the Stormsong family is still engraved on it. After so many years, this symbol still exists.

At this moment, he was secretly resentful. This was totally not a mission that a five-man group should fight. A twenty-five-man group would be more suitable.

"I have already said that your resistance is futile."

"Mg'uulwi N'Zoth, eth'razzqi worg zz oou." (Under the rolling shadow of N'Zoth, all that is bright will dim and fade.)"

Seeing the Faceless Men (K'thir) constantly appearing around him and listening to the Shasyarian language that he still couldn't understand, Arthas sighed and thrust the Frostmourne in his hand into the ground.

So much flesh and blood is just the perfect raw material for my undead army.

"Warriors of the Shadow Land, rise up!"

"I command you to fight and kill for your master until you die!"

At this moment, countless undead obeyed the Lich King's orders, crawled out of their flesh and blood, their eyes burning with blue, red or green soul flames, stood up, and roared silently at the enemies around them.

At this time, if we don’t summon the army of the undead, it would be an injustice to this pure, hot and pollution-free place.

"N'Zoth, your servants are but the best nourishment for my army."

"They will only obey me. I am their only and supreme master."

At this moment, Arthas swung his swords, slashed out a dark, withered sword energy, and rushed towards N'Zoth who was eyeing him covetously in the sky.

This cross-shaped sword energy chopped several Faceless Men into pieces along the way and also knocked N'Zoth back five steps in the air.

"Scourge, obey my command and devour these monsters."

"My servants, obey my will and destroy these dead."

"Roar! Kill! Tear!"

"Sk'shuul agth vorzz N'zoth naggwa'fssh. (Your death will sing the endless glory of N'Zoth)"

Following the orders from the leaders of both armies, the Scourge and the Shadow began a life-and-death war.