The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In response to Jaina's request, Gorak Tul's supporters unanimously decided to satisfy her immediately.

One word, hit!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...wow, whoosh...hey, ho, hey, ho...end the false fantasy and shout in real unison.

"For the Drust!"

"For Gorak Tul!!"

"kill!!!"

As a result, the fortress that everyone had decorated so carefully became like a puddle of mud...Okay, okay, the front wall of the fortress disappeared under the black light of death, and a group of hidden opponents of Gorak Tur appeared in the light.

The large, colorful shield they erected at the edge of the fortress continuously released various bubbles, rushing towards the distinguished guests who had finally come in, welcoming them so warmly.

Although the fortress gate was destroyed, the gate of unity they formed could not be easily destroyed. They temporarily put aside their grudges and worked together.

"Don't panic! I have a plan! It can defeat an army of thousands!!!"

Riding on the invincible Holy Light Warhorse, Arthas raised Frostmourne and shouted loudly to stabilize the morale of the rebels, a special organization of the Alliance of Lordaeron.

After learning Jaina's true plan, the less than a thousand rebels were divided into... an integrated army. They turned around and strode, quickly charged, and displayed their abilities as they retreated towards the towering Death Gate.

They knew that their small number of men could not withstand the attack of a huge army, so while reinforcing the fortress's defenses, they tried their best to display their "terrifying" power.

Under the guidance of chief designer Jaina Proudmoore and main material supplier Arthas Menethil, they successfully worked together to build two "castles", one large and one small, the smaller the more flashy.

In order to ensure the protection against the first large-scale long-range attack, the hard-working workers at all levels simply decorated the dwarf city gate of "Borarus" and the dwarf castle of "Lordaeron" in a short period of time.

The two "castles" that were easily destroyed by the Drust once again proved the designer's foresight. They were only used for attraction and were intended to be destroyed by more than tens of thousands of Drust souls.

When Alexander and others left the ruins, the familiar scene was played out again, with Arthas and Jaina surrounded by a large army.

At least one of them has experienced it recently, but the number of times has varied, and the difference between the two doesn't seem to be that big.

Seeing this... somehow familiar scene in front of him, Alarak was the first to ask: "Why, can you two stop us?"

Another general next to him, Schuylin, punched his chest hard. How come the two words of Drust were finally returned, and the situation was once again back under the control of Drust.

Putting aside the imaginary topic, Sqiulin picked up the axe behind Alarak in a breath, which startled Alarak and almost made him attack.

He strode towards the paladin he hated, but Jaina, atop Glacial Tide, stood in his way and froze him with a single finger.

A large block of ice just like that... Bang! The dark death broke through the refrigerator, and the Drust ghost in the black fog, Sqiulin chopped the short and thin human figure riding a horse and came.

In just a breath, Schulin stopped chopping with his axe. In front of an image, his mood suddenly became bad, as if he had been tricked again.

"Don't you want to know they're safe before you take his life?"

Without responding to the evil witch's words, Schuyling's dead heart seemed to beat again. The image was of his adjutant, Tavtuk...

From his position near Alarak, Tavtuk shouted, "General, we are all here, that cunning witch is deceiving you!"

"We have escaped Sebastiro's despicable attack and have saved our lives."

At this time, Jaina shook her finger, retracted the image and said: "You are dead, nameless Drust."

As soon as he finished speaking, in front of Alarak's horrified eyes, a flash of lightning streaked across the battlefield. Gorak's face darkened and his anger rose.

The emblem of the living...Taftuk fell from his shoulder, and his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something.

The adjutant was completely wiped out, and Schuyling was furious: "Evil witch, I will kill you!"

Amidst the huge enemy force, Jaina remained calm and raised her hand to stop Schuyling's movements again, freezing him below the chest again.

Jaina opened her red lips slightly, recalling a tragic scene and said, "Nameless Drust, I am only seeking revenge for some of my compatriots who were brutally killed by you."

"How could you, who commands countless soldiers on the battlefield, lose your composure?"

Clang! Arthas held Frostmourne in his hand and blocked the attacks of Schuolin and Alarak for Jaina, protecting her tightly behind him.

"That's enough, stop your clumsy tricks, evil witch!"

"Knight, you have already failed. Do not resist in vain!"

Crack! Under the pressure of Gorak Tul's momentum, Arthas and the two Drust generals knelt on the ground one after another... Arthas bent his legs slightly, refusing to kneel, and took the pressure of the battle for Jaina.

"Drust will surely return. This is an unstoppable fate. You, like your two ancestors, are powerless to do anything about it."

"Although you have done something that your ancestors could not do, I will still give you a chance, a chance to receive our return."

"Now that it has come to this, if you are willing to tell me how to leave Thros, I can temporarily let those cowards who can only run away go."

"If you want to have a quick death, I will not be stingy and will satisfy your wish."

At this time, the two Drust generals returned to Gorak's back, and the Frostmourne that Arthas had been holding tightly slipped off, half of it inserted into the ground and stood there.

Seeing his two subordinates stand up again, Gaolek looked at Jaina and said, "Tell me your decision, witch."

As Golek spoke these words, Jaina completed her spell, allowing Arthas to temporarily escape the influence of the army's momentum.

These Drust ghosts were not fools. They knew that she and Arthas were the most likely to know how to enter and exit Thros, but she... did like enemies who could reason with each other.

Helping Arthas up, Jaina said coldly: "Gorak Tul, do you think we will believe you?"

"Given your terrible credibility, we won't believe a word you say. If you want to kill him, just kill him. Stop talking so much nonsense."

Hearing this, Gaolek exuded a momentum as strong as a mountain, overwhelming the two creatures who refused to surrender, but Arthas and Jaina gritted their teeth and persisted.

Seeing the two of them like this, Gaolek said: "Very good, in that case...Schulin, Alarak."

"It is up to you to kill them, to avenge our fallen brothers and sisters, and to satisfy the wishes of our enemies!"

Gorak Tul couldn't get what he wanted, but it would be nice to get the souls of these two opponents, which could be used to harvest souls or read memories.

As Schuylin and Alarak drew their weapons, Arthas spoke forcefully: "If you want to kill her, you must first step over my body."

"Great Holy Light, please help me, I want to protect her!"

As if hearing Arthas' call, the great holy light once again brought down a miraculous light, allowing him to pull out the magic sword Frostmourne standing at his feet... After a transformation spell cast by Jaina, the power of the holy sword Menethil!

"The true power of Menethil: Brothers... no, sisters! Two ladies of Frostmourne!! Do not use my name indiscriminately!!!"

In the light, a hammer blocked the axe and hidden blade that were attacking directly, and near the person asking for help, a voice that was familiar to Jaina came, with a tone that she once remembered.

"Jaina, can you answer my question, what did you do that day..."

The purple-robed female mage holding a book said impatiently, "Arthas Menethil, how many times do I have to say this!"

"On the day you went to fight the orcs, I was still in Dalaran studying the thirty-five types of frost arrows... Master... This is Holy Light... Where is this?"

A warm and old voice sounded: "It is indeed the Holy Light, my disciple."

"It has been two weeks since that strange incident, and what we are discussing in Violet Garden today is the Northern Plague of Lordaeron... Jaina?!"

Jaina, wearing the uniform of the captain of Kul Tiras and carrying the sword of Antonidas, relaxed her brows and said with great joy: "Master, you finally came to save me!!"

As the miracle light disappeared, Uther used both hands of his hammer to push away the two Drust ghost generals, held up a holy shield with one hand, and cooperated with Antonidas to protect everyone.

"Uther, he is..."

"Arthas, what on earth is this..."

"This is a revelation from the Holy Light, Uther. It has been so long since we last wiped out the orcs that plundered Staneblade."

"I know what you want to ask, but the time given by the Holy Light for us to reunite is too short."

"No need to talk any more. In the name of Holy Light, let us work together to eliminate the enemies of Holy Light and the evildoers around us!"

Inside the Divine Shield, also changed by Jaina's magic, Arthas, wearing a matching green sailor suit and holding a holy sword, explains to his past self and Uther.

Just as sailor Arthas raised the holy sword filled with holy light, Captain Jaina snatched the book from Purple Jaina and took a quick glance at it, leaving the other her stunned.

Oh my god! Is she... is she reading that fast?

Those were two thousand advanced techniques for the Blink spell. Although I understood most of them (one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine point nine hundred and ninety-nine), it also took me a lot of time (three days of being harassed by Arthas the Silver Armor).

She was dressed similarly to her father and Tanred, and had similar swords... The wand my master gave me turned into a sword!

……

Shocked again, the purple-robed Jaina's fair and tender face was suddenly attacked and kneaded by another girl who was almost the same age as her... less than a month older than her. She had quite good elasticity!

o(*￣︶￣*)o

"Don't be afraid of these dead souls. They are just dead similar to the Scourge you are about to investigate."

"For Kul Tiras! For Lordaeron!! For my father!!!"

To the rest of the living, a sailor in simple and thin clothes, flying on his large wings of holy light, rushed forward... and crashed into the holy shield. Uther did not intend to let him fight alone. It was a familiar feeling.

This voice, this praise, is that person, that Arthas Menethil, but isn't he also wearing silver armor and blue robes, holding a hammer?

Uther was very confident in his own strength and regarded the Drust souls in the outside world as nothing more than... Sailor Arthas quickly stood up, raised his hand and gently knocked on the holy shield, leaving the protection of the holy shield, the brave and fearless sailor!

Whoohoo!

The sailor who was beaten back covered his chest and gasped... I don't accept it! He raised his sword and rushed out again, damn Muradin Bronzebeard, where are you? !

At this moment, Captain Jaina came to her other self and said, "Dear, I've finished reading it."

Because of the sailor's power, he blocked countless attacks and only spit out blood, and then drank the potion to rush out of the power. Purple robe Jaina took the magic book in a daze.

So, seeing how cute she was, Captain Jaina did something that made Arthas' heart tremble. She hugged her other self and was about to...

"Ouch, that hurts!"

With a slap, Antonidas slapped Captain Jaina on the head, protected the frightened real apprentice, and examined the fake apprentice who wanted to hug without knowing the situation.