The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

When Invincible carried Arthas to their new camp, Arthas put pressure on the stirrups with both feet, slapped the saddle with one hand, and jumped off Invincible's back in an instant.

As he jumped into the air and somersaulted, the power on Arthas's body became weaker and weaker, and his whole body was sucked by the earth, spinning downwards.

It's a pity that because Arthas was wearing full body armor, he didn't have that kind of... His posture was skilled, but the sound he made was really puzzling, and he should have felt a little surprised.

Apart from the black woolen cotton cloak which was worthy of praise, the sounds of the knight's cloth breaking through the air and the knight's plate armor breaking through the air were both empty, but if you listened carefully, they seemed a little different.

The armor would collide with each other, making a clanging sound, but the sound of robes and the empty air seemed to be more pure, purely due to someone's fixed impression.

Because of Arthas's behavior, Jaina held her forehead and said, wouldn't it be better if you just use a little more force to control it?

So, Jaina pointed a finger at the dreaming knight, helping him, and made him fall down lightly and gracefully like the pandaren knights he had described.

As the flying king's cloak slowly fell to the grass, Arthas raised his hands and placed them on the left and right sides of the Crown of Domination.

He lifted the crown gently, then gently put it down and placed it in front of his chest. At the same time, the black and gray skeleton armor on his body turned into ice-blue light spots in the wind, and the crown disappeared.

Hidden inside the Lich King suit, unchanged for many years... The knight suit that had remained unchanged for many days appeared in front of everyone... Amid the envious eyes of some people, Arthas leaned over and stretched out his hand to embed it into the ground.

Rumble, stone and soil pillars rose from the ground, surrounding everyone, and the soil under their feet was shaking and slowly rising.

After all the not-so-loud construction noises disappeared, a black fortress appeared here. The small fortress, which could accommodate several hundred people, appeared on the top of this relatively flat mountain.

There were a total of twenty-two living people and one dead... as well as the elemental minions led by Glacial Tide... elemental warriors, standing together on the solid black stone bricks.

Amidst the gazes of the crowd with different colors, Arthas, who accomplished this feat, smiled brightly to everyone.

In the blink of an eye, his body, which had been standing upright like a strong pine tree, actually bent backwards and gradually fell down. It seemed that he had consumed a lot of physical strength and energy.

Quickly stretching out her right hand to embrace the knight who was about to fall to the ground, Jaina took out a tube of special blue potion, bit it open... with a move of her eyes, she cast a spell to pull out the cork.

Using her left hand to pry open the sturdy medicine inlet, Jaina picked up the potion floating on the side, and prepared to pour the love potion into the pale knight herself to help him recover.

His face darkened and Arthas raised his hand with difficulty, shaking his right hand to stop Jaina from doing so. He thought that he did not need to use this potion.

Because he could still vividly remember the colorful "bubbles" he had spit out from his mouth from time to time during the previous battle, he refused from the bottom of his heart and was very reluctant.

Seeing such a disobedient and uncooperative knight, Jaina was not prepared to feed it herself. She took back the potion that was about to drip and let it float again.

When Arthas managed to show a look of joy, Jaina used her left hand to slap away the gauntlet of the knight who could not fall down, and with one hand she reopened the medicine inlet and steadily expanded the starting point.

Forced to open his mouth wide to take the medicine, Arthas lost all his dignity, and the image of a righteous and enthusiastic prince that he had worked so hard to create collapsed.

Jaina, who looked like an evil witch, seemed to be laughing sneeringly. At the same time, her face was full of enthusiasm, just like a wife who was devoted to serving her sick husband.

Under the urgent situation, Jaina had already made a decision for Arthas, drink... let him drink as much as he can! Drink with all his strength!! He asked to drink on his own initiative!!!

In order to fulfill Arthas' wish, Jaina paid a lot in private. She loved him so much that every move she made was full of love.

Under the coercion of the princess who was feeding him medicine, the helpless prince uttered intermittently: “Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…”

The blue potion brought Arthas nourishing strength, and it dripped into the "drip port" drop by drop like an infusion.

Regarding this cruel act between the two princes, the Thorntalkers led by Arthur found a direction before everything started, and did not want to see these two clowns.

After just a few hours, or less than a day, Arthur, Meredith and others had developed a strong immunity to the two crown princes.

The moment they saw the castle taking shape, there was not even time to be surprised for a few seconds. Almost everyone went to find something to do. Their second line of defense needed to be reinforced.

Lucia squatted down with her hands on her head and asked curiously, "Sister, will this really work?"

She had many questions about the act of drinking the medicine instead of just taking it in one gulp. What good could it do drop by drop?

Conjuring up an arcane stick to support Arthas's huge body, Jaina continued to inject the medicine and said, "It's useful. It takes time for the side effects to disappear."

"I think this method is very useful for a man like Arthas who cares about his reputation."

"Sister, when you find the one you love and have experienced each other's ups and downs, you will understand."

At this time, Jaina held the recovery potion that was missing one-sixth of the liquid, slightly increased the dripping speed, and let it flow through her dry lips and enter...

"Sister, something happened to my brother-in-law."

"We need to try a different approach, otherwise my brother-in-law might pass out."

"Take a good look at him. He really seems to be in bad shape."

Seeing Arthas struggling, Lucia showed a trace of pity on her face. She reminded Jaina and made up a white lie.

After hearing Lucia's words, the pleading look in Arthas' eyes became even stronger, and he wished he could become a weak scholar who was about to fall to the ground.

At the critical moment, it seems that I have to rely on my sister-in-law to save my life. I have always blamed her wrongly. Jaina's influence is too terrifying.

Seeing Arthas trying to hold back his discomfort and showing this expression, Jaina asked: "Arthas, are you still determined not to drink next time?"

Nodding vigorously, Arthas almost sent... a series of words to Jaina.

With her hands clasped together, Jaina lowered her head... then raised it again, reached out and poured the potion, fulfilling Arthas' wish to spit out colorful bubbles from his mouth.

In Lucia's eyes, as Jaina helped Arthas up, Arthas slowly stood up and couldn't help but spit out many "bubbles" that flew straight into the sky.

The harmless blue ray startled Arthur, who was using the wall-wrapping technique not far away. He quickly gathered the anger in his body and shot out a red wind blade, which easily cut through it.

As soon as he saw the blue, he couldn't help but think of the battlefield, where the Drust death spells that were either blue, black, or a mixture of blue and black were cast, making him temporarily forget the blue light without any other colors.

Following the source...seeing Arthas drinking the red potion and spewing red and blue rays from his mouth, Arthur fell silent and continued his work.

Upon discovering this, Arthur began to doubt Jaina's medicine-making skills, perhaps they were either poor or just adequate.

It turned out that this was how his niece had progressed, having been carrying an experimental subject with extremely strong drug resistance.

Because now Jaina has seven or eight bottles of potions of different colors of the same color in her hands, which looks very scary and creepy at first glance.

However, seeing his nephew's complexion improve rapidly, Arthur had an almost instinctive thought about promoting this medicine, as there was a profitable business opportunity in it.

"Before the full promotion, I wonder if we can get the pharmaceutical secret formula as soon as possible?"

In order from the smallest to the largest, when Waycrest was keen on watching the show, when Waycrest was thinking about giving birth, when Waycrest was lifting the big stone, there was a Waycrest who should have been the second to last and started his big plan.

At the checkpoint that Arthas had previously guarded, a Drust wizard said, "Sir, we have completed the liaison mission."

He led his fellow wizards and, based on the stable nodes here, expanded Drust's communication formation in Zlos.

The lack of smooth communications in remote areas has led to frequent accidents today. They have already made corresponding plans for this situation.

Wherever the army pursued the invaders from Thros, they expanded the formation to that range and took the opportunity to complete the additional task of maintaining the communication formation.

Looking at the masterpiece of twenty Drust wizards, Tavtuk said: "Very good, but we have found an unexpected problem now."

"There are still enemies lingering in the nearby mountains. We need to rescue our comrades in distress."

"Before the leader leads the army here, we must gather our strength and work together to eliminate the nail stuck in the mountains."

Through the communication formation, Taftuk learned that there were nearby Drust ghosts asking for help, so he gathered his men here and headed towards the mountains.

Another silent arrow. He had guessed that it was done by Sebastrude, but since the enemy wanted them to pass, then they would pass and take the Drust army with them.

At this time, the sharpshooter, Sebastrude Waycrest, who was wandering in the mountains and forests, was jumping freely between the bushes, and randomly shooting several arrows accurately at the target that was running desperately.

As the battle progressed, Sebastiro gradually regained his past feeling, and he became more and more proficient in controlling the power of death in his body, just like he controlled the power of anger in the past.

The cold and gloomy power attached to his arrow easily penetrated the body of the Drust ghost, entered the black earth, and received the active wrapping service of the soil.

As arrow after arrow left the bowstring, soul after soul was destroyed by the power of the same origin, and some fell or collapsed on the land of Thros, gradually dissipating.

However, sensing the disappearance of the souls nearby and the light of their souls flowing into the distance, Sebastien couldn't help but frown, wondering what was going on.

He didn't notice it before because the distance was too far, but now as he got closer and the light scattered, he could clearly feel that something was wrong.

The instinct of the dead told him that as long as his soul did not completely disappear, he could go to the kingdom of the dead, but in this situation, he was like being attracted.

Without thinking too much, Sebastiro sent what he found here to its owner through the magic ball and continued hunting the Drust souls in the mountains.

If you want to escape from his hunting, you must stay away from his sight, otherwise he will keep hunting you until your prey dies a second time.

At the same time, in the ancient castle of Drust, Gorak Tul, who had not changed much, came before his loyal confidant.

He waved his hand to send the three confidants who had become arcane crystals back to dust, and consoled the rest of his confidants, "Don't worry about it, they died gloriously."

Pointing forward with one hand, Gaolek said: "Whenever a great Drust meets death, the rest of us Drust must uphold their will and continue to realize the ideals that we Drust insist on."

"No matter what difficulties we face, we Drust will not be afraid. We will only bring the enemy the punishment they deserve."

"I believe everyone has received the news from Schuylin and Alarak. It is time for us to set out to complete our revenge."

The fifty-one confidants in front of Gorak Tul, the King of Drust, raised their right hands, gathered their strength, and cast teleportation spells... Drust witchcraft.

In the dark formation, King Drust put his hands behind his back and smiled, accepting the traction of the teleportation force, and left the castle with his confidants.