The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The originally dark and quiet Zlos finally became particularly "eye-catching" because of the sound and light produced by the continuous explosions somewhere.

The corpse explosion... so terrifying... such a "large" scale, a vigorous and "terrible" explosion, coupled with the desperate efforts of the Drust army of undead souls.

Regardless of victory or defeat, each side on this battlefield obtained the results they wanted. It can be said that it was a situation where one bomb brought multiple benefits to all parties.

However, the giant dragon flying in the dim sky had no intention of resting. Its brown-black vertical pupils stared at the "lingering" enemies below.

It left the two humans behind, flapped its hundred-meter-long wings, and with a faint spark in its mouth, it suddenly spit out a beam of scorching flames and blasted towards the unyielding Drust soul below who was trying to restart the battle formation.

There was a dark crown of the Dragon King on its head, but the luster was still dim. Its body was covered with flashing gray and white runes, but golden and black light lingered in it.

"Jaina, Muradin, Uther, now is a good time to harvest."

It stared at the four "stunned" teachers and friends, uttered a low voice, and flapped its wings to create a strong wind that swept in all directions.

"Why do you stop attacking? We can't let them go any longer!"

After finishing the reminder, it first used its dragon body to crush countless enemies who had lost the power to resist, and rolled back and forth three times with frost protecting its body.

Afterwards, it used its dragon tail to end the lives of hundreds of Drust, crushed some unlucky ones with its dragon claws, and pierced the enemy's souls with a series of ice and earth spikes.

Finally, it opened its mouth to the sky and spewed out flames once again, which turned into a rain of fire that continuously smashed the remaining Drust souls. The rage from the black dragon burned their souls.

"The other me, is he really Arthas Menethil?"

Rubbing his eyes, the Lord of Theramore grabbed himself beside him in disbelief and shook her vigorously to verify that this was not a dream.

Humble and enthusiastic, impulsive and arrogant, ruthless and cold-blooded... There are so many words that can describe Arthas at different stages, but why do I feel that I can't accept any of them at all?

"I...I...could you please stop shaking!"

The demon Jaina, with green light in her eyes, threw away her unprepared other self and ended her fantasy.

It looks pretty good, but I always feel like something is wrong.

Shouldn't I follow my bloodlust and kill the enemy now? Why don't I have any interest at all?

"You ask me, who should I ask? How would I know?"

She pointed at her other self who had a question mark on his face, slowly folded her hands, and was dazed again.

It was quite normal at first, but I still couldn't understand why he had to use his body to crush people... It doesn't make sense! Is this the way a dragon fights?

Hearing what Fel Jaina said, Arcane Jaina's blue eyes rolled, she stretched out her right hand, waved it lightly, and a teleportation array lit up.

Just because we two can’t guess it, doesn’t mean no one can, right?

Although we don't have much time to stay in this world and cannot be teleported to the outside world, I am still very curious, does Arthas hide this attribute?

After spending a long time with heroes from different time and space and worlds, both of them have changed a bit and are no longer the little girls they were back then.

When the two of them came to Uther and Muradin hand in hand, the black dragon looked at the blizzard and rain of fire falling from the sky, shrank back to human form, raised the shield and protected himself.

Something unexpected happened. Ice bombs and fireballs passed by him and mercilessly bombarded the enemies around him.

No matter what posture he changed, these spells seemed to have their own aiming points, leaving him alone and accurately striking the struggling enemies.

He held his head and a question flashed through his mind.

So, I am used to being beaten, and I won’t feel comfortable if I don’t get beaten?

So, he glanced at the big shield in his hand, threw it into the sky, and steadily caught the weapon that turned into a Fang Tian Hua Ji.

"Since they don't want to do it, I have to do this hard work alone."

Arthas rotated the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand three and a half times, stood with the halberd in his hand, ignoring the gorgeous spells above his head, and stepped forward with his left foot.

"I don't have much time left. I will give you a quick death. I promise... Holy Light, help me!"

Arthas suddenly stretched out his wings of holy light, stepped on the golden and black light, and gently waved his weapon to sweep away the hateful eyes around him.

I deeply sympathize with what you've gone through...but in order to resolve the hidden dangers, I have no choice but to end your suffering as quickly as possible in the remaining time, because I really don't have much time left.

"Nameless Drust, if you are willing to surrender, I don't mind letting you go to the other side of the dead."

Looking at one of the enemies, while the majority of them were doing their best and waiting with accumulated strength, Arthas left a word, put the halberd aside, picked up the skull wedge at his waist, spoke in words they could not understand, and recited a Chinese prayer.

"The Supreme Commandment, your lonely soul will be saved..."

"Bah, you shameless monster, what nonsense are you talking about!"

A Drust warrior with a two-colored magic ball on his head, with his middle finger raised and a blue breath coming out of his mouth, picked up his battle axe and chopped it hard at Arthas.

"I would rather die than believe your lies!"

Seeing such a brave warrior, Arthas stomped on the ground and used the earth to bind him.

"I command you to save all of us, and to help us attain rebirth as soon as possible."

Listening to a bunch of confusing and completely incomprehensible words, Sqiulin and Mordecai condensed a ball of dark beam of light and injected it into the warrior's body.

No matter what, even if you get there before us, we will make him pay the price. We still have a chance.

At this moment, the Drust warrior gained the surging power of death and broke the shackles at his feet.

"For the Drust!"

He shouted slogans, and at the moment of his leap, holy light exploded from his body, turning him into wisps of blue smoke. A cold wind also came over and blew the smoke away.

"I would have thought that some of you would pray for peace, but there is nothing."

After reciting the mantra of rebirth, Arthas put away the Holy Skeleton Wedge, drew out the halberd, and slashed out a ray of holy light to respond to the unyielding enemy.

"For Kul Tiras!"

He took this opportunity to prove that magic is useless in this world and that he still has to rely on the six forces of the universe.

He also took this opportunity to completely release the power of death that had accumulated while chanting the Rebirth Mantra along with the holy light.

The enemy's soul is strong, but my own strength is growing weaker and weaker. There are only twelve minutes left, and this is the only help they can provide. What can I do?

Is it because my daughter is not cute enough? Except for Muradin, no one is willing to continue to attack.

"For Khaz Modan!"

Looking at Teacher Muradin who came to him with a thunder storm, Arthas smiled.

He threw the rice halberd in his hand upwards, stepped forward with his right foot, drew out the Frostmourne from his waist, picked up the two swords and joined his real teacher...

"Children, don't ask, I really don't know."

Closing the extremely sacred holy wedge, Uther turned to look at the two Jainas and spread his hands.

"In my memory, Arthas only has two stages, and you know what kind of person he is better than I do."

After saying this, Uther picked up the warhammer standing next to him, and two rays of holy light were injected into the bodies of the two familiar men who were "full of energy" and supporting each other.

"I can only prove that Arthas is not an undead, but a living human being... a dragon."

"His holy light told me that he was very young, as young as when he said goodbye to us."

Uther summoned rays of holy light, which were guided into the hammer of the Lightbringer.

His eyes flashed with golden light, and he slammed a hammer at the dead souls who dared to disturb them. The extremely sharp bright yellow holy light purified them.

For a paladin like Uther, the result of an outburst of rage is the baptism of Holy Light... to avenge his compatriots and to purify all evil enemies with the Holy Light.

There was no time to consider other issues. Only the warmth of the holy light and the disappearance of the enemies could bring him some comfort.

"Evil... child, don't do certain things. We are no longer in the same world as them."

Uther's heart was filled with bitterness, sorrow and... seeing another version of Arthas, he began to have some expectations for her.

"Uther, if you want me to say... I just want to give it a try."

Retracting the evil energy emanating from her, the demon Jaina took off her hood and shook her golden hair.

"I'm already tired of that place, I just want to ..."

"You just want to invade here to complete your master's mission, right?"

The Lord of Theramore easily broke through her little trick and spoke her mind for her.

"Whereever? You Nathrezim are truly loyal... No, you are only serving someone temporarily, my queen."

After re-marking the arcane mark on the demon "Queen" in front of him, the Lord of Theramore imitated her previous actions and reached out to lift her chin.

You are just pretending. When you first came out, you deceived so many people who believed in me.

You have always been a demon. You are just a Nathrezim with my memories and appearance, and you can never get rid of the evil taste in your heart.

"Well, at least before you judge me, we have to do him a favor, right?"

Reaching out a small hand that was as white and tender as her other self, the demon Jaina pushed the small hand away from her face and pointed at Arthas on the other side, trying to change the subject.

At this moment, Uther thought of something, covered his chest with one hand, injected holy light, and instantly expelled the evil energy mark in his body.

You know you are wrong but you don't correct it, and you are full of lies. What confidence do you have in facing us, kid?

"Child, let me ask you again."

"Are you really Jaina, Jaina Proudmoore?"

Uther asked in a deep voice, glancing at the hammer in his hand whose holy light was flickering more and more.

"Of course I am, Uther."

With a chuckle, the demon Jaina narrowed her eyes and responded softly.

"Forget it, let me take a deep breath of the air from my hometown, my other self."

At this moment, the Lord of Theramore pulled up the two of them and flashed to the master and apprentice who were jumping up and high-fiving.

At this time, the souls around Uther were just freed from the "call" of the holy light. They wailed and turned into invisible powers, merging into the axe not far from Sqiulin.

“Will you let me feel the Kul Tiran sea breeze? Not at all…”

"That's enough, Jaina. I just need to know that you are you."

When the two Jainas were about to quarrel again, Arthas grabbed the arms of the two identical twins and forced them to hold hands, hearts together, and bodies close to each other.

You are all here to help me, and none of you are slacking off. In my heart, you are all Jaina, so what is there to argue about?

Don’t you just want the sea breeze from your hometown?

Like Roning, you are temporarily unable to open the portal. Is it possible that my good wife cannot open it?

Add a few relatives and friends you are familiar with, and you...whether you are real or fake, can't it be seen at a glance?

"Listen to me, deal with them, and rescue another you."

"I think you all understand the two pendants on my chest."