The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

(It seems that there are no fan fiction settings that are exactly the same as the original work.

We should look at it dialectically. The role of a "well-known Zhou" varies from person to person.

A character may have a good side and a bad side.

It just depends on how the author shapes it, and is limited by his own self.

Once you have determined one aspect in your mind, you can just apply some conspiracy theory or something like that.

Basically, they are derived from the world view, and can be viewed as a parallel world, or just for fun. 吃瓜.jpg)

In this relatively "spacious" area, a faceless man stretched out his tentacles and swept away several skeleton soldiers that were rushing towards him.

At the same time, several ghouls pounced on a poor Faceless Man, brutally devoured it, and enjoyed a feast of flesh and blood.

These two legions fighting each other seemed to be inexhaustible, fearless, and endless.

They keep dying in battle, keep regenerating, keep fighting, and keep dying, just to complete the orders of their master until they die.

As the saying goes, soldiers versus soldiers, generals versus king, and king versus king.

The king of the Scourge, Arthas, raised his dual swords and was fighting with N'Zoth and his elite Faceless servants. The two sides were evenly matched and the fight was fierce.

After all, the mana of the four generals belonging to Arthas was almost exhausted, and they all switched to close combat in the "fortress".

So, facing the aggressive Shadow Legion that wanted to destroy them, Arthas could only take up the banner and fight hard.

He felt that the master of the shadow army opposite, their supreme master, N'Zoth, was now just a spent force.

He will defeat them, but now he needs to spend a little time and seize the excellent opportunities that "occasionally" flash before his eyes.

Opposite Arthas, she was fighting the void elf N'Zoth, but at this moment she felt very conflicted.

This piece of meat in front of me is so strong and can take a lot of beatings.

He regretted that he should have injected more power into this incarnation.

Now, on the one hand, he had to prevent the mortals above him from taking the opportunity to destroy his plan, and on the other hand, he had to hide the gap in the cage and prevent Arthas from sealing it.

On the other hand, the servants and incarnations He summoned not only needed the power supply of the Shadow, but also His long-range guidance, lest one of them be suddenly found and killed by Arthas.

All this pressure made Him feel very helpless.

The gap in the cage is only so big, and the force that can get out is heavily restricted.

Even if all the power in this place was gathered together to launch a full-strength attack... He thought that he might not be able to kill the little cockroach in front of him, and he couldn't even take away the mortal behind him.

If he changed his body shape and turned into a bulky form, he might be seized by the agile dead in front of him and be "ridiculed" at his wisdom.

When he thought of this, he realized that the demigod servant he had created with so much effort was so big but was killed by "wisdom", so he chose to appear in this form.

I thought I could seduce the hypocrite in front of me, but he was not fooled at all. He even hit me harder, which became an outrageous drug that stimulated him to become more excited.

Thinking of the magic sword in Arthas's hand and his helmet... these two things are really too difficult for His incarnation to deal with.

"Desuhil, how many years have passed?"

"Since I took on this heavy responsibility, I almost forgot that I was a soldier."

With a casual glance at the battlefield full of special effects in front of him, Brutus grasped the slender sword and stabbed through three Faceless Men who were invading the city wall.

After sending the three monsters towards the bloody mouths of the undead, he turned to look at his wife, raised his head and thought of the past, and stabbed another Faceless Man with his sword.

Even though he is dressed in rags, each of his moves is still unique, and he is a "qualified" expert fighter.

After receiving the news of the destruction of the Lich King from Daelin, he lamented that Ner'zhul was just a man of empty reputation, and the ambition of the orcs to revive was completely extinguished by the united Alliance.

It was not until today that he saw the divine sword mentioned in the intelligence and witnessed with his own eyes that Frostmourne was a terrifying magic sword that controlled the undead.

We also saw how powerful the "Lich King" was. Arthas could even compete with N'Zoth and not lose to him.

He couldn't help but feel ashamed that he was an elder, but he was being protected by a younger person.

We know that you young people are very ambitious, but Prince Arthas, aren't you too ambitious? You are far more ambitious than your peers!

"Take a good look, my swordsmanship hasn't declined at all."

"Pluto, you may be old, but your heart is not old at all."

"Over the years, you have been obsessed with studying tidal magic. You are no longer the high-spirited person you once were."

Rolling her eyes at her husband, Desuhil swung the Double Axe in her hands, burning with bright red anger, and tore apart the Faceless Man in front of her.

She has continued to practice martial arts for more than 20 years since she married Pluto, and her martial arts skills have not declined much.

As a master warrior, a legendary tidepriest, and one of the leaders of the Tideschool, she is so powerful.

Except for the magic competition where she would be beaten by Pluto, in close combat, where only skills are considered, she can abuse her husband at will.

Through her conversation with Pluto, she was also watching the fierce battle between Arthas and the Shadow Legion.

Although she pretended to be serious about killing the enemy, her heart was already filled with ups and downs of shock.

In the end, there were only five people in the investigation team, and one person was fighting a pack of wolves, so the four of them became a burden.

Necromancer is indeed a forbidden spell of Dalaran, it is so powerful, but I have to keep today's events deep in my heart.

I have to find a chance to test Catherine's attitude later to see if we can discuss this kind of thing openly.

Otherwise, what if one day you can't control yourself and get into a fatal disaster? Young people today are so scary!

"Look at your poor swordsmanship. I don't even dare to talk to my sisters seriously about you."

"This is your fault, Desuhil."

"If I hadn't had such great swordsmanship, how could I have pursued you?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Your fancy moves can only fool me, who didn't know much before."

"Father, Mother, can we please stop arguing?"

"There is a powerful enemy before us, and it is important to kill him."

Seeing his parents constantly revealing their true colors in front of him during this period of time, Mogena, who was supposed to be a spectator, felt more and more heartbroken.

You were not like this before. Aren’t we, the three of us, a happy family that many people envy?

The three views I originally had were shattered by you... At least, if I were still alive, I would never look for a girlfriend like my mother.

Without my father's scheming, I would probably be manipulated by my "mother". It is still the heroic girls like Her Highness Jaina that I yearn for.

When she mounts a horse, she can be as heroic as a man, and when she dismounts, she is a well-educated and well-mannered lady.

We agreed that when I get back and have time, I will consult Princess Jaina and ask her if she has any friends that I can try to pursue.

Even if her friend could eat as much as she did, would she still be unable to feed herself with the food provided by the Stormsong family?

Being able to eat is a blessing, and it helps to have children!

Because of the true feelings expressed by the Stormsongs, Morgana's heart was broken again, and he completely forgot how his good brother, Tanred, had his bones broken and set.

"His Highness Arthas is fighting a powerful enemy. We need to lighten his burden."

"My son, you still haven't grasped the essence of your father's swordsmanship."

"You're already nineteen years old and you haven't found a girlfriend yet."

"Morgnar Stormsong, when I spoke to your father."

"Please stop interrupting, okay?"

"Okay, I'll shut up."

Under the careful instruction of his parents, Mogna instantly became a silent swordsman.

He picked up the Torrent Blade and started slashing at the Faceless Man, venting the anger that had accumulated in his heart.

As long as I endure silently, I will be able to shock everyone one day. I am their son, so I will inherit some of my parents' good qualities.

"I am totally different now. If I could go back to the past, I would definitely beat you up and make you deceive me for the rest of your life."

"No, even if you could go back in time, you can't escape the fate that is destined between us."

"Dear Pluto, don't you believe in fate?"

"Dear Desuhil, at least as far as the two of us being together is concerned, I firmly believe that we are destined to be together."

"Wait a moment, your swordsmanship seems to have improved a lot."

"See? I'm trying to get back to my old self."

At this moment, the Stolsong couple, who were having a happy chat and a comfortable fight, suddenly felt a strange feeling in their hearts, as if they had telepathy.

They were in perfect sync and came up with some wonderful ideas at the same time.

They both agreed that the prince of Lordaeron might be the biggest winner in destroying the Lich King.

Because as long as Arthas kills his enemies, the piles of bones around him will become his loyal servants, gnawing on the enemies of their master.

In order to ensure that Arthas does not lose control, he must find a way to crack the undead, or confirm... Drust's witchcraft may be related to necromancy.

Sometimes we have to say that being too clever can backfire, but a wonderful misunderstanding will always be resolved, right?

"Drink!"

Next to their family is the real spectator, Her Royal Highness Jaina.

She didn't say anything about this family, but just remained silent, as one with her gun, doing her own thing.

"Drink!"

She retracted the spear tip that was shining with cold light, first launched a counterattack, then a sweeping attack, and finally ended with a white crane spreading its wings, immersed in her own world.

As the second person in the team with the unreasonable cheat, she did not reveal her other four sets of skills.

She was afraid that if she did that, she would discourage the three cranky people around her and make them lose their interest in fighting.

Besides, isn’t it a good thing to keep a few cards in hand?

I want to learn from you, so that I won't be cheated by others one day and have to thank them.

Except for Mogena who is straightforward, the other two in your family have been thinking nonsense. I will not list all the things you two have done secretly.

Just think of it as paying tuition fees. You have no intention of harming anyone, so Arthas and I are both very generous and will completely forgive you.

Hmm... Where did N'Zoth, the profligate old god, hide his things? I really can't find it.

Could it be that the emblem in front is what I’ve been looking for? No way... N’Zoth shouldn’t be like this... I hate wasting my brain energy.

Don’t think too much like them. The simplest thing is to get rid of the emblem first.

So, Jaina decided not to think anymore and focused on completing her task.

She was busy, very busy. It was really a hassle to squeeze her mental energy, lock the emblem, locate the exit, and think about a plan of action.

"Your shadow power is still too weak. It can't even compare to my death power."

"N'Zoth, your servants are truly vulnerable."

"What's wrong? Are you helpless in the face of my wild power?"