The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In the world of Azeroth, the Eastern Kingdoms ushered in a new day. The golden light of the sun gradually dispelled the white light of the two moons, but Thros was still filled with darkness, which lasted for a thousand years.

At dawn, Gorak Tul gathered all the Drust souls who supported him, broke through the illusion of Boralus, and slowly arrived at the gate of Lordaeron with an earth-shaking momentum.

Behind the Drust army of undead souls, countless pits emerged one by one as the illusion of Boralus dissipated. They still used force to overcome clever tricks and destroyed a small city wall under the illusion.

With the help of his fellow countrymen, Schuyling left the position of supreme leader, handed over power to Gorak Tul, and served as a general.

In just a few hours, King Drust brought Drust here, satisfying the expectations of the man on the city wall, but he still wanted to force Drust to do some uncool actions.

So Arthas asked sharply: "Gorak Tul, what exactly do you want to do here?"

Without waiting for a response from Gorak, who happened to be within Jaina's attack range, Arthas changed the subject: "But I don't need to know."

"The deal between you and the Lord of the Maw, I'm sure the souls behind you who support you don't know anything about it."

"Do you know that the dead souls live in lies?"

"Golak Tul has long betrayed the beliefs you have always upheld and sold you out ruthlessly."

With the help of Jaina's amplification spell, Arthas's loud voice spread throughout the mountain, allowing everyone present to hear clearly what he said.

Since Gaolek didn't want to do the same thing as Schuylin, Arthas would try to sow discord between them. He particularly liked this kind of opponent, an opponent who was easy to trick.

Standing beside Arthas, Jaina looked meaningfully at the Drust wizards behind Gorak, and secretly competed with them with the legendary power she had temporarily obtained.

"It seems that you all want to know what this traitor did behind your back. Let me, who am generous enough, answer your questions!"

At this time, a round of applause sounded, and Gaolek said, "Human, I have a clear conscience. You can say whatever you want."

"But you are not our Drust. We all know what you have done along the way."

Applause greeted this statement, and Arthas said, "Very good, then I will grant your wish."

"You of the dead, reviving Drust, this is such a great dream, but your dream was wrong from the beginning."

"You are controlled by him. What you think is not your true thoughts at all, but thoughts influenced by him."

"He used you, and everything you had done to destroy your compatriots, to pave the way for his own kingship and his own selfish desires."

At this moment, with a simultaneous sneer, Augustus and Gaolek looked at each other "affectionately", and electric lights filled with different emotions surged in their eyes.

"Any Drust who opposed Gorak was captured by him, and every once in a while one of your own would extract the souls of those who opposed him."

“Your perceived opponents, as well as your souls, are the foundation of what you have become today.”

"Contributing soul power, depriving soul power, and severing soul power, how long can most of the Drust souls among you last?"

"You cannot reproduce, your fellow men around you fade away in time, and you close your eyes on the path of your great dreams."

Hearing this, Schuylin rebuked Arthas who was chattering in front of him: "Stop talking nonsense, human!"

"If you want to fight, then fight. Why bother with words? We, the Drusts, will never coexist with you!"

At the same time, Gaolek stopped Schulin and said, "Schulin, let him continue to say that we Drust will not be divided by any foreign enemy."

"Good! It seems you have enough courage. Gorak Tul is worthy of being the king of Drust."

When Gorak finished speaking, Arthas immediately continued, taking this opportunity to demonstrate that he was aware of every move of the Drust ghosts.

"You who have been resurrected from the dead, don't you know who resurrected you?"

"Of course, you may not know who it is that you think was resurrected by the witchcraft you used, but it is precisely because of your becoming a spirit that you have seemingly endless soul power."

"When you were building your new home, most of the soul power you dedicated went into the hands of the Lord of the Maw, and the one who did this was your most trusted leader, Gorak Tul."

Before any Drust ghost could refute, Arthas said: "As for the evidence, think carefully, what did you expect when you were alive?"

"I believe that most people are the same, longing for a rich land, a prosperous life, more laughter and less tears."

"This is everyone's pure and simple thought, but you who study death have actively destroyed the environment on which you depend for survival."

"The customs that the Drust once despised became popular as you progressed in your study of witchcraft, and you abandoned the ideas you once upheld."

"You were originally Drust who loved nature and peace, but under the instigation of Gorak Tul, you became Drust who loved death and war."

At this time, a Drust ghost who supported the King of Drust said: "Invader, what you said is just a lie!"

"Your current remarks are without any evidence, you are just trying to delay time!"

"We have always followed the leader. All of us have always supported the leader's beliefs. We are Drust!"

"Wars don't break out randomly. We were backing off, but you were expanding. You're talking nonsense!"

Arthas was speechless about the soul's rebuttal. Most of the Drust souls were deeply influenced by Gorak Tur, and they would not understand unless they experienced the same miserable treatment as the rebels.

Being able to make a deal with the Lord of the Maw, even though Arthas didn't know whether he was Denathrius, Zoval, or any other Eternal, he could be sure of one thing: similar means of domination were absolutely necessary.

The Forsaken have a kind of free will, or rather, all races have free will, but according to the memories of Arthas in his previous life, as long as the obsession is strong enough, they can break through the control and shoot the Banshee Queen like Lord Godfrey in Gilneas.

He remembered that before going to bed that day, he took a special look at the opening animation of the tenth version, but he died peacefully after falling asleep.

Now, Arthas has learned that the enemies below are unwilling to listen to his further harassment.

There are some important things that no Drust has not carved on the wall of history he knows, and only they at that time knew everything.

For the Drust souls who supported Gorak Tul, in the eyes of Arthas, they were not afraid of dying again, but what they were afraid of... Arthas didn't know either.

They had prepared to break the formation and had no worries. It seemed that only a fight to the death could decide who was right and who was wrong, and the winner could tell the truth he believed in.

There was a burst of applause, and Arthas applauded again, applauding his enemies, not just Gorak Tul.

Arthas waved his hand and pointed at the spreading power of death, and said loudly: "Very good, it seems that everyone is extremely confident in winning this battle!"

"Jaina, now...give them a big treasure that we carefully prepared!"

"Okay, Arthas."

After receiving the order, Jaina removed the transformation spell on her body, wearing an outfit that was vaguely familiar to Lucia's family, and pointed to the sky.

Above her golden gauntlet, an extremely large fireball as dazzling as the sun quickly condensed from above the Gate of Lordaeron, filled with the scorching power of the element of fire.

The enemy wanted to conquer her formation by surprise, but Jaina was not convinced. She had had enough of the secret fight, and she wanted to take it out on them.

The previous sneak attack defeated her, who was like a female war goddess. Jaina wanted to reward them with the wrath of Proudmoore.

She simply waved her hand forward gently, and the brilliant wrath of Black Sun Proudmoore rolled forward, crushing it and breaking the breath of death that was spreading to the illusion array like a spider silk.

With the power of the Admiral, Jaina folded her hands, stood proudly and looked down at the souls, silently saying that even if she couldn't win in terms of numbers, could she still lose in terms of spells?

As for her companions behind her and her temporary rebel teammates, after a short period of time, they had been assigned tasks and were each doing their job, ready to run away at any time.

It is very easy to blend into the environment, especially in an environment where the orders are either to advance or retreat. The rebels are numerous, but they cannot resist the leader Augustus who believes in Arthas.

"Aha!"

To show his determination to trust Jaina, Arthas pointed to the sky while breathing in and out, calling for the Hammer of Light, and smashed it hard at Gorak.

At this moment, countless death spells were fired from the Drust army of undead souls, shooting at the fireballs falling from the sky.

Feeling the fireball she controlled being gradually consumed and stuck in the air, Jaina gritted her teeth and continued to condense a new fireball.

Once again, a slightly smaller fireball was condensed, and the second brother shot it into the body of the eldest brother. At the same time, her clothes changed instantly, and she returned to the realm of the green captain master.

After the experience ended, she sighed and re-entered the state of secret battle with the enemy to maintain the illusion of Lordaeron.

I've already entered two gates, so why not go into the third one? Jaina thought to herself, trying to continue wasting the enemy's time.

Finding their opponent weak, the Drust wizards realized that Jaina had been pretending, and they stepped up their efforts to break the enemy's power, with a determination to fight to the death.

Helping up Jaina, who seemed to be about to fall to the ground, Arthas asked: "Jaina, can you hold on?"

"I can hold on, Arthas. I'll give you ten minutes."

After getting Jaina's answer, Arthas looked at the slowly advancing enemy and sighed repeatedly. The Drust ghosts still wanted to capture him alive.

Thinking of this, Arthas jumped over the city wall and came to the city gate with the four legends. The five of them faced tens of thousands of troops and nearly 100,000 Drust souls.

Even with the Drust opponents behind them who opposed Gorak Tul, their number still did not reach a thousand, it was simply too small.

Seeing that the enemy only sent five people, the five people he hated, Gaolek used the power enhanced by the battle formation and took a few steps to instantly appear in front of his enemies.

Gao Lek threw a punch at the holy light shield that was blocking him, saying, "At this point, are you finally willing to face me with all your strength?"

While easily breaking through the shield, Gaolek looked at the opponent and said, "Augustus, if you are willing to fight for our Drust again..."

Pointing at the nose of the dead soul in front of him, Augustus shouted: "Drust does not belong to you, Gorak Tul!"

"From the day you betrayed our beliefs, I will never reconcile with you."

After saying that, Augustus rushed towards Gaolek with a stick in his hand, and swung his swords at... Arthas and Alexander at the same time, making a double team.

A cold arrow, wrapped in frost aura, shot towards the forehead of Gaolek who was entangled in vines, trying to kill the enemy with one arrow.

At this moment, a dazzling beam of sunlight arcane energy and several beams of cold moonlight arcane energy appeared in the air, bombarding Gaolek, who had an indifferent face.