The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

A group of big bears were running on the black land. They blended into the environment of Thros and their footsteps did not make any sound.

At this time, a big bear following the largest bear suddenly asked: "Teacher, why don't we go to the place where the white light flashed just now?"

"No matter who caused it over there, the other people or the Drust ghosts should all go in that direction."

"Our companions are few in number. I think we should go and help them. We can't let them be besieged by the Drust ghosts."

Adjusting his breathing and moving forward effortlessly, Orfa said, "Lekoen, this incident shows that Alexander has taken action."

"That light is the special holy flame of the Knights of Embers. I haven't seen that light in a long time."

"I didn't expect that Alexander had another trick up his sleeve, but won't the Holy Light hurt himself?"

Also confused, Lecorn said, "Teacher, isn't the holy light a yellow or golden light?"

He knew that the white light was the holy light, but in Lecorn's cognition, the holy light had always been golden and was a symbol of hope.

He had come into contact with many people, and learned from them that the Holy Light was this color, and there was no other color, which was the general perception of the public.

Shaking his head slightly, Orfa said, "The manifestation of Holy Light in people's eyes is just what most of us think."

"This is just like our brothers and sisters from other races in the Emerald Dream. The natural power of us Thornspeakers is considered alien in the eyes of many of them."

"Just as druids have different sects and organizations, the Transfiguration we obtain will 'divide' us without us realizing it."

Emphasizing the word "differentiation", Orfa continued to explain: "As long as our ideas are not too different or too dangerous, we will not be excluded."

“Some things just appear and we think they are bad, but without sufficient evidence, how can we prove whether they are good or bad?”

"We are the guardians of nature, and we seek balance. We can only look at things from multiple perspectives and choose the best and discard the worst."

"Countless years of experience have resulted in a set of rules that conform to... the power of nature varies from person to person."

After hearing his mentor's explanation, Lekoen fell into deep thought. Another Thorntalker asked at this moment: "Teacher, since the rules are flawed, why didn't our ancestors change the rules?"

He heard the hidden meaning of Orfa's words. His mentor was also dissatisfied and had some dissatisfaction with the rules set by the druid group across the Endless Sea.

Glancing at the bear who made the noise, Orfa said, "Lecot, if the rules can't be changed, it means that there is some truth to these rules."

"As for the existence of all things in the world, we have different experiences, which leads to many things that we cannot see and have different views. We can only guess."

"Our guess may not be correct. Don't generalize. We are just one part of a vast ocean..."

After a pause, Orfa said, "There are some things that I cannot see clearly because of my limited knowledge. I am always just a student exploring nature."

Not wanting to continue talking about this topic, Orfa changed the subject and said, "Thornspeakers, the discussion about me ends here."

"We have our own tasks to do now. I have discussed with them and want to do that."

"If they really have a special experience like I think, then they still have a chance of winning even without us."

"What's more... they are very confident, which is why I don't understand why they do this."

"That unknown reason alone should be enough to keep them safe. I'm going to take you to do something else."

No other voices were heard. The Thorn Speakers all believed that the Great Thorn Speaker would not leave the others alone. The road ahead they were heading to might hold the key to defeating the Drust Ghost.

When the eleven thorn bears stopped communicating and continued to move forward silently, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard on a vast dark grassland.

Tap, tap, tap, nothing! A dark king with a breath that makes the soul tremble quickly approached while the Drust souls were communicating.

Without waiting for the souls to react, Arthas grasped the sword and pierced through the three souls. A biting cold suddenly appeared, and transparent ice crystals of varying sizes jumped out of the souls' bodies.

Raising his sword and looking at the fleeing prey in the distance, Arthas' voice once again reached the prey's ears: "Now, how far can you run?"

"If you are looking for such vulnerable people, then I will harvest them step by step."

"If you continue to let your weaker compatriots sacrifice for you, you will only become a sinner for your people."

“Go find Gorak Tul and take me to him… Otherwise, you will watch your helpless compatriots die in your escape.”

Clang! Arthas raised his sword to block the silver-white bone axe that suddenly fell from the sky in the darkness, and used all his strength to push the sword away.

At the moment when the axe was pushed away and the Incoming Soul's body tilted backward, Arthas took a step forward and swung his sword diagonally, slashing at the Incoming Soul's chest.

The Drust Revenant holding the big axe is quite powerful, but unfortunately Arthas is no longer the paladin of yesterday. He has stronger power.

Clang! The axe handle with the black and white death power rotated to catch the sharp sword. The sneak attack soul held his breath and took a step back, then he gathered his strength in time and chopped down with another axe at high speed.

There was another clang! Arthas put away his sword and stepped back half a step, then quickly raised his sword and chopped at the axe that carried the breath of death.

He tried to cut off the axe, just like the broken and ownerless weapons scattered around him, using the sharpness of the rune sword to break it in half, and its owner was killed by him with one sword.

The result this time was not as Arthas expected. The power of death wrapped around the axe blocked Frostmourne, preventing it from penetrating into the axe even a little bit.

While they were fighting silently and wasting their strength, the Drust ghost standing opposite Arthas said, "Invader, you are not as strong as he said."

"I, Mordecai, admit that you are very strong, but you are only a Grandmaster! How dare you say that you will kill my compatriots!!"

With a cold snort, Arthas said: "You who wander this land, you who cursed Drustvar, I gave you a choice."

"No, I don't want to waste time with a defeated opponent like you."

A pair of large black hands suddenly stretched out from the black ground under Mordekai's feet, firmly grasped the feet of the solid soul body, and restrained his movements.

Having fought with Mordecai many times, Arthas has some experience with this kind of defeated opponent and can suppress the enemy.

"drink!"

Gathering his strength, Arthas shouted loudly.

He gripped the magic sword tightly with both hands, and gathered his strength to push back the axe, forcing Mordecai to put away the axe for defense, and pushed the axe to a position less than half an arm away from Mordecai's chest.

The power of the Grandmaster at that level might not be enough to suppress the Legend, but Arthas's physical strength was now enough to overwhelm Mordecai, who was expending his energy to ensure that his weapon was not damaged.

Taking a big step forward with his right foot, Arthas continued to press hard on Mordecai, forcing his originally straight body to bend backwards more than ten degrees.

At the same time, the ground beneath Mordecai's feet suddenly collapsed, forcing him to lose his balance and bringing Frostmourne even closer to taking his life.

Similarly, the earth spikes beneath the ground stretched and retracted, constantly concentrating on one point and attacking Mordecai's bound feet.

It’s a pity that the current force is not enough to pierce Mordecai’s body defense, but this is enough for Arthas, and time waits for no one.

Bang, bang, bang! Mordekai, holding a huge axe, gritted his teeth and struggled to resist the invaders whose methods were endless.

He had never had a small master enemy who had so many tricks and used every possible means.

The golden light that confronted him head-on was so dazzling, and the power of death that followed closely behind the light was so cold and sinister.

There were three colored vicious winds around him that wanted to blow away his soul, and the vines that were gradually spreading over his body were forcing him to disperse his strength.

If he wasn't careful with his feet and didn't exert some force to stop the changes in the ground, he would be dragged into the ground by the enemy in front of him.

In his opinion, these one-on-one fights would only highlight his "weak" strength. Once he made any mistake, the power would penetrate into his body from every pore, causing him to panic and at the same time making him full of fighting spirit.

He has lived in Zlos for too long, and it is rare for a good enemy to come like a thousand years ago. He wants to extract the soul of this enemy and obtain the secret passage to leave Zlos.

At this moment, a cold voice came into his ears.

"Give up resistance. If you don't leave here immediately, you are doomed to fail."

Ignoring the enemy's distraction strategy, Mordecai still forced himself to adapt to this way of fighting the enemy.

As long as he doesn't die, and once he has fully adapted to the attacking style of this special enemy, he will let the enemy feel his power, the power of legend.

Not every master can end the life of a legend alone. This is his pride as a legend, his pride in despising all beings below the legend.

"How long do you think you can survive? While you are familiarizing yourself with my attack, I am also looking for your weaknesses."

Certain that the legendary ghost in front of him was full of arrogance and would not retreat, Arthas smiled and slowly took his left foot, slowly overwhelming Mordecai.

"I like you, the legendary warriors who look down on me. Your dignity as a warrior is the best thing to use on the battlefield."

"When you think you can defeat me, my goal has been achieved."

Seeing that the spine of Mordecai's soul body was bent to a right angle... Arthas was amazed at the magic of the soul body, and quickly gathered his strength to leap a long distance backwards.

In this short moment of less than a breath, a blazing fireball fell from the sky and engulfed Mordecai's soul.

"Now, you have no way to escape."

As the sound entered Mordecai's mind, he also heard a "chi" sound! A rune sword emitting bursts of cold air pierced through his emblem, and the severe pain from his spirit engulfed him.

As his strength gradually drained away, he pressed the rune sword with both hands, trying to pull it out with all his strength. Suddenly, a shining iron fist pierced through his chest, creating a big hole.

The rune sword on his head was equally rude. The terrifying power that cut through the soul entered from his hands, constantly corroding and tearing his soul body. Mordecai's soul body was cracking, and it seemed that there was no way to save it.

Feeling that Mordecai was still breathing, Arthas quickly retracted his right fist and struck towards the cave entrance with his left fist, piercing through the undead souls even faster.

The next moment, without stopping, Arthas's right fist reached into the gap again. His two fists turned into claws, and with a golden and white light, he began to tear outwards from the edge of the gap.

In less than a breath, the hole was split into two uneven halves, and the holy light burned in the hole from the inside out, using the hole's power of death as fuel.

Clang! Clang! Frostmourne, floating in the air, was trembling with joy. The runes on its body lit up one by one. The demon eye on the hilt seemed to be enjoying itself, and the cold blue light was flashing.

This Drust ghost was finally unable to resist the soul-stealing power of Frostmourne any longer, and allowed Frostmourne to transform his power. His shattered soul was not even qualified to enter the prison.

Only complete or nearly complete souls can enter its collection room. The strength of their owners varies, and they are souls that are destined to become a collection.

At this moment, a legendary soul was torn into pieces by its owner to nourish it and warm its sword body, and its appetite grew bigger and bigger.

Raising his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, Arthas looked at Frostmourne with a greedy look and clenched his fist.

Without hesitation, he said in a cold voice: "Frostmourne, is the power of Holy Light not sufficient?"

Feeling the holy light filling up the sword again, the magic sword shook, indicating that it was enough. The other sword spirit only loved the holy light, and it felt extremely disgusted by this.

It doesn't want a body as hard as a turtle shell. What it wants is extreme power, the power to break through everything.

"You will have a soul, but... that's not a reason for you to become more greedy."

"Do what you have to do and don't make me say it again."

Under the strong pressure from its master, the sword spirit exhaled some black air... the pure black power of light turned into strands of black lines and entered the master's suit.

In battle, when they merge together, they have the right to choose to become the spirit of the master's magic sword, or the spirit of the master's armor, but it doesn't want to just watch.

Stretching his arms, Arthas said, "Yes, I will accept your suggestion to obtain a stronger soul."

In the battle in another world, Arthas deeply felt the power of the Lich King suit without the pseudo-words.

Fusion... The actively attacking Frostmourne Sword Spirit can kill the enemy. It only takes a moment to transform the enemy's power and feed back to the master.

The feeling was indescribable. He felt the temptation of powerful strength and the temptation of killing.

It is a pity that as for the temptation of the sword spirit, Arthas only needed to take a closer look at the sword spirit in the armor to figure it out.

There are a lot of swear words, and some bosses with a clear conscience look at the employees in front of their desks and actively ask for overtime, even without pay.

For this kind of employees, the employee leader Arthas received the task request from the pseudo-Frostmourne Blade Spirit boss, and he could not help but open the laws and regulations on the table and carefully check what to do in this situation.

This is the first time I see an employee who works overtime but does not ask for overtime pay. I wonder if he will bring a labor arbitration to the boss the next day. This is what the boss is worried about.

Is it because the overtime pay and various legal holidays that the boss usually gives are not enough, so everyone has to make such a fuss? !

If the problem gets to a certain point and cannot be effectively resolved, the cost of rights protection, which is time-consuming, labor-intensive and costly, will be extremely high. Who can afford it?

According to the problem, the leader Arthas decided to start from the perspective of ideology, gradually help the true sword spirit of Frostmourne change from the source, and work together to create a beautiful common culture.

Only by letting the genuine sword spirit see the pirated sword spirit's condescending look, squinting at the sword and despising the sword spirit, can the problems of the real Frostmourne be corrected.

The real helmsman Arthas thus began his actions, starting with gradually exposing the false true face of the virtual helmsman sword spirit who was truly good for the twin sword spirits.

When Arthas thought of the other sword spirit "looking down on all living beings", he felt a great sense of responsibility, and the temptation of so-called power had long been forgotten.

"Whoa!"

He sent a lot of words of thanks to his wife who was far away and had delivered fatal long-range attacks. After filling up the channel, Arthas used his thumb and index finger to blow a loud whistle into his mouth.

A tall horse that was summoned passed through numerous obstacles, came in front of its master, and stood firmly.

Grabbing the saddle and climbing onto the horse, Arthas swung his sword in the direction where the Drust ghost had fled.

At a shout of "go", Wudi received the order, raised his horse's head, whinnied, and galloped away.

"Frostmourne, you are sometimes too persistent and have no idea what comfort is."

That was enough. No matter how Frostmourne in his hand rang out in rebuttal, Arthas grabbed the reins, clamped the horse's belly, and rode away.

One day, I, Arthas Menethil, will make you understand that your pursuit is insignificant in the face of another person's comfortable treatment.

“Zheng! Zheng! Zheng Zheng Zheng!!!”

The Shushu sword spirit temporarily controlled the sword's vibrations and said, "Clang! Clang! Clang!"