The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Gianna, I..."

Silently wiping Frostmourne, Arthas couldn't help but turn his head to look at the female mage with white hair and yellow bangs on his right.

She had her left hand on her waist, her belly visible... In her right hand, she held the glowing blue staff of Antonidas, and was wearing the same cloth armor set as someone who was looking for an enemy somewhere in Thros.

I really didn't expect that the one in my shape wouldn't come...but you came, and you actually wanted to watch me die.

"Yes, my love, I am here!"

Before the "Jaina" on the right could reply, the demon version of the female mage, the Nathrezim standing on Arthas's left, spoke up to respond to Arthas.

She has the same gray-white skin as the "Lich King", black hooves, long demon horns, gray-white bat wings, and a slightly modified Staff of Antonidas.

Even though Arthas pushed her away, it did not stop her from moving closer to him, because it was she who created the silent barrier after all.

After all, when you come to this world and see a very familiar figure, you should save him if you can.

It is better to get information from "acquaintances" than to adapt to the new world again. She has never seen this familiar but dark world before.

"You...you should take a good look at who I am... before you talk to me."

Arthas once again pushed away the dreadlord on his left who wanted to possess Arthas, a married man, and snapped his fingers when she was not paying attention.

He took off the Lich King suit and changed back to a different tone than before. The Frostmourne in his hand was forced to... for some consideration, he kept it.

I, Lor'themar Theron, am neither the second Lich King nor Arthas Menethil. Why do you ignore me?

I summoned you out. Except for this dreadlord, the other four may look down on us, the regent.

Tombstone Hub, Uther, Muradin and the twin Jainas in the Time and Space Hub, I really thank you... my two good masters...

"Oh, Arthas, are you still Lor'themar Theron?!"

"Sorry, I have a wife."

Faced with the female dreadlord who came closer again, Arthas waved his arms and refused.

Under the shocked gazes of his two masters behind him and Theramore Jaina on his right, he regained his princely appearance.

While he appeared to be disdainful on the surface, he was typing away frantically behind the scenes, reminding his little bastard that someone was trying to steal the pie from him.

You, hamburger, are so angry that you don’t even come to help... You ignored me and said that you were going to take people to kill the enemy leader.

Don't you care about me at all? She is so enthusiastic... I really want... Holy Light to purify everything for me!

"Really? You smell like me."

"It's my unique taste! My Alsace."

Through the holy light of Arthas, the dreadlord Jaina just smiled, stretched out... licked her lips, and stared at him with a meaningful look.

Evil power, she has evil power, how can your "I" not be me?

You are really defenseless against me... huh? The power in you is interesting...

Besides, seeing the other two people looking a little envious of me, I am not against sacrificing my looks.

But why is your power so weak? Legend, what a cold joke, Lich King Arthas Menethil... my "lover".

[The master-disciple bond in another world: This should be a battle with few people. Including you, there are exactly five of us, and it will last for four quarters of an hour.]

Under the gaze of his four teammates, Arthas clicked the cross on the small box that popped up automatically.

He was very anxious and kept withdrawing the messages he had sent out before, hoping that someone would not see them.

I have seventy minutes left to experience this world... If you did this to me five minutes ago, what if... I will...

"What's wrong with you? My Majesty... my Prince."

Seeing that Arthas had a headache, the Dreadlord couldn't help but pass through the harmless "wall" of holy light, walked to his side, raised his head and lifted his chin.

"If it weren't for you, the three of them would have purified me in that lonely 'no one's' forest."

"However, seeing how you look now, do you need me to do something..."

"Shut up, I'll give you a standard, dreadlord."

"Kill those ghosts for me, can you do it?"

Pushing away the green fingers of the "succubus" in front of him, Arthas shook the Frostmourne in his hand, and then made a throat-cutting gesture towards her neck.

Frostmourne obeys me, so I ask you if you are afraid of it. It is an evolvable magical weapon that combines defense and attack.

For something like beheading and stabbing the heart, thanks to the strong support of several Shadow Brothers, I can definitely give you a safe and painless minor operation starting with the hands and ending with the head.

"Ha ha ha, dear prince, of course we can do it together."

"But... if you want to trade with me, you need to pay a tiny price."

Glancing at the remaining time of her legendary experience, Arthas returned to her peak state, paid the price she wanted, and gave it to the past.

You think she is you, so it’s not too much for me to give you this.

"Hmm... this is... quite delicious."

Feeling something in front of her lips, the Dreadlord Jaina couldn't help but take a few bites.

"Arthas, the price you gave doesn't seem right... I think you need to re-..."

"This big chicken drumstick is the price. It's a reasonable price between you and me."

At this time, the Lich King came to her side with Frostmourne, slapped her hard, and emphasized the word "you".

This slap made the Nathrezim tremble and glanced at him coldly.

"Your other favorite is this cream version. Shut up and go to work."

A refrigerator was provided for the proud demon Jaina to rest. Arthas stood with a sword in hand and turned to look at the three silent "summoned creatures".

"Uther, I have done nothing wrong."

"The Holy Light tells me that Lordaeron is in crisis again, but you are unwilling to take action?"

Without waiting for Uther to respond, Arthas threw two photos and gently dropped them at Muradin's feet.

"Muradiin, it was you who defeated Ner'zhul and the Scourge with me."

"At this point, teacher, are you still willing to fight with me?"

Without waiting for Muradin to pick up the photo, Arthas faced Theramore Jaina, turned around and left a ray of holy light.

"Jaina Proudmoore, I have nothing but sympathy for what has happened to you."

“But Kul Tiras in this world is already in danger. Do you…want to abandon her?”

Without waiting for Jaina of Theramore to reach out to stop him, Arthas arrived at the edge of the invisible barrier created by the demon Jaina.

"Of course, if you want to continue to watch... that's not impossible. I've never lacked... friends..."

Without further ado, Arthas stopped talking, lit up his dark blue eyes, and walked through the invisible barrier alone.

The black king's cloak behind him fluttered in the wind again, rustling, and the biting cold wind appeared again.

"In the name of the Alliance, I declare that Holy Light is my power!"

The Frostmourne in his hand became even colder and emitted golden holy light, aiming at Drust who had interrupted his original plan.

Unfortunately, the Drust souls, who had been tricked three times before, reacted in time and rushed towards Arthas with heavy weapons.

Damn...you guys are prepared...I also summoned a group of uncles out.

Thank you all again for your selfless help. Without the help of Dreadlord Jaina, I would really be doomed and would have to fight for my life.

Apart from the help of this Jaina, he had been using Holy Light, death and his own recovery ability to take the beating... and survive.

Holy Light protects and heals people, while Death Armor accumulates energy... But he still underestimated the strength of the Drust army and paid a heavy price.

If that brother hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have known that there was a magic circle node nearby... After he learned the news, he immediately transformed the accumulated power of death into a crescent sword energy, directly destroying the good brother he had just met and the magic circle.

Coupled with the characteristics of the Lich King suit he was wearing, no matter how badly injured he was, his appearance would remain unscathed.

During the battle with the Drust ghost, he vomited blood countless times, but all of them were hidden by the suit and turned into death energy that was fired out.

He looked dead on the outside, but was still alive on the inside. He had no Holy Light, no remaining "life potion" in his pocket, and no two scrolls she gave him to recover.

He had already taken a step forward... clicked on the distress signal, and was teleported away by her.

At this point, all the fountain of life that he had unexpectedly obtained was used up.

"Monster, you are still alive!"

"Is it wrong for me to live, Drust? Die!"

While Schuylin was marveling that his enemy was still alive, Arthas had already swung his sword to kill several Drust wraith warriors who tried to stop him, and was approaching him and Mordecai with a sword.

At this time, within the invisible barrier created by fel energy, Jaina broke open the refrigerator for Jaina.

"Devil, we will spare your life for now."

Untying the shackles left in the demon's body, the Lord of Theramore removed his disguise, revealing long hair that was as golden as an ocean.

"Oh, are you feeling bad? Another me."

"The Lich King, no matter which world he is in, no matter what the outcome, he is destined to be the Lich King."

Opening his emerald eyes, the demon turned her around and spoke out the questions in his mind.

"But he is not the one we know, you should know that."

"It's a rare opportunity for me to come back to Azeroth, so you have to provoke me?"

"We are all Proudmoore. When our country and people are in trouble, we should put aside our grudges against each other."

Staring at the other self circling around him, the Lord of Theramore couldn't help but press the forehead of the other self opposite him where the demon horns were growing.

"I will. I'm not trying to provoke you, but you're just being self-righteous."

"Unknown Azeroth. I've never seen such a place before I went there. It's similar to the Withered Realm in the Emerald Dream."

"We came here unexpectedly, and we may have to stay here forever. Our plans have been shattered one by one by this accident."

Retracting the bat wings behind him and changing back into the same appearance as "her" in front of him, the demon looked at her with his blue eyes that were shining with a hint of green.

"You slut, I don't understand why I have someone like you..."

“The world is different, slightly different, so how can we be the same?

Extending his index finger to provoke the Lord of Theramore who only provoked him, the demon exhaled his own charming aura and stared at her with a smile.

"Gathered in that world full of fighting, where countless powerful people reestablished their own order... Let's change the subject. He was tied too tightly by her."

"Is this all you're focusing on, the other me?"

Helping a demon that looked exactly like him, the Lord of Theramore was frozen from the neck down. He took two steps back, not wanting to argue with her.

"If I want to take her place in this world and possess what is rightfully ours, I have to take action."

Gently breaking the freezing spell of the Lord of Theramore, the demon took out from his waist the thing that Arthas had given him before he left.

"I am really envious of myself here!"

She took a few bites of the chicken leg in her hand, produced a handkerchief and wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth, turned around, and silently watched the back of the person who left.

"Being a demon is such a bad experience. The evil energy fills me with the desire to destroy and kill, but she doesn't have that, not at all!"

He burned the big bone in his hand with evil energy, and the light of evil energy in the demon's eyes became more and more dazzling.

Evil energy gradually filled her eye sockets, and the black "scar" that had previously crossed her eyes became faintly visible.

"No wonder you become a demon, but I don't."

Holding the staff, the Lord of Theramore shook his head.

"Humph! At least I'm not a poor girl like you."

With his hands on his waist, the demon's evil eyes returned to normal.

"Child, we may not stay in this world for long."

"Before we go back, we are not enemies, but after we go back, it's hard to say."

After deciphering the holy light message left by Arthas, Uther took the Hammer of Lightbringer and slowly walked to the demon.

The Holy Light is the connection between the followers of the Holy Light, and it will guide them wherever they go.

"Interpreted message: Uther, is there a possibility that he wants to tell you that you can stop watching and hurry up to help, because he is about to be beaten into a flat pancake."

"Uther, our most urgent task is to save lives."

After carefully examining the two photos in his hands, Muradin, carrying his two weapons on his back, used his loud voice to remind his fellow paladins.

"Arthas gave us two options. The first option is to help him deal with the Drust here."

After talking about the first choice, Muradin looked at the two cold-faced Jainas with their arms folded. He couldn't help but spin a photo in his hand and show it in front of the three.

"The second choice is that if you don't help him, he won't let you see your precious daughter."

"This is a naked threat! I, Muradin, simply cannot tolerate it."

"If you don't need her, can you please fulfill one of my wishes?"

Pointing at the little girl in the photo who was grabbing his beard and trying to pull it out, Muradin's eyes sparkled with tears.

The old dwarf is envious. You can't just watch, you have to take action.

"My granddaughter, you have to help me. I have to at least hold her for a while before I leave."

"Your granddaughter? My daughter?!"

At the same time, he reached out and snatched the photo from Muradin's hand. The demon and the Lord of Theramore leaned over and looked carefully at the little girl in the photo.

"No more talking. If you don't want to go, then I'll go first."

Putting another photo made by "Jaina" into his pocket, Muradin picked up the battle axe and hammer behind him, passed through the fel energy barrier, and made a heroic leap.

"Arthas, my good disciple, here I come!"

The little giant, who was like a god descending from heaven, roared, stepped on the thunder and struck, summoning blue angry thunder to blast the surrounding Drust souls.

Assassination, I, Muradin Bronzebeard, am a good assassin. I really like you, my good brother!

"Holy Light, Teacher, you are here."

"Of course, I will fight with you... Can you switch... I'm a little uncomfortable."

"Okay, then... the time for an open assassination has arrived!"

As the two assassins brandished their weapons and attacked the two generals in the Drust army as if they were on stimulants, Uther fell into deep thought with two Jainas who looked exactly the same.

We didn't say we wouldn't help you, Muradin, yet you charged in such haste.

You are exactly the same as your good disciple. You don't give others any time to react or a chance to answer.

"Kids, can we just watch?"

"No, Uther."

"Another me, at least this time, I agree with you."

Before he finished speaking, the two Jainas worked together, flew above the army, stared at the Drust formation below, and cast spells.

Uther, who was left there by the two of them, looked left and right.

He had no choice but to take a deep breath, and with the holy light, he and the two of them not far ahead... tried to form an assassin trio, but he was not sure whether Arthas and Muradin would welcome him.

"You've come just in time, Uther!"

"You are finally here, my mentor."