The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The false paladin, seemingly swimming freely in the ocean of thousands of troops, is actually gradually losing ground, trying every way to make a quick buck and run away.

A true paladin, with six wings of holy light spread out, is like an archangel descending into the world, and with every blow of his hammer, the mighty power of the holy light is fully displayed.

The Paladin sandwiched in the middle, with his decorative wings blooming, shows his fearlessness. He hides behind the big guy and watches the show, without any false pretense of how powerful the Paladin is.

A high-level paladin is just a slightly larger pawn on the battlefield. A true master-level mage is far more powerful than him.

That's right, I'm talking about the Silver-Armored Paladin. Apart from serving as the bodyguard of the three great wizards, he is not even as useful as his purple-robed girlfriend... or should I say girlfriend.

Watching Sailor Arthas displaying his divine power, with holy light coming from his every breath, and the holy sword in his hand surrounded by the power of holy light... After ten rounds, he fell to the ground with a bang, as if eating dirt.

The Messenger of Light, dancing with his hammer like a textbook example, rolled up a gust of holy light and sent down strikes of holy light from the sky, protecting the weak while taking away dozens of Drust souls in an instant.

Therefore, Gorak Tul came personally to stop him. As masters faced masters, Antonidas listened to the advice of the captain's apprentice, condensed several arcane magics, and became a sneak attack legend.

Looking at another self like this... Purple-robed Jaina fell into deep thought, is this still herself?

So she is a warrior, that's all right... a warrior who can cast spells, oh my god, is this a warrior? !

While the mage's girlfriend was thinking, Arthas the Silver Armor saw the holy sword and then looked at the warhammer in his hand, wondering what he felt.

Prince of Lordaeron, do you want to gain unparalleled power?

Today you have a chance to hold the holy sword that shines with holy light, gain the power destined by destiny, and become the King of Arthas!

As if inspired by the Holy Light, Prince Arthas Menethil walked towards the place where the holy sword stood, driven by the desire to draw the sword.

However, someone always got there first, and Captain Jaina picked up her sailor, reached into his pocket, and threw him near Antonidas.

After doing all this, she drew out her holy sword and rushed out with a roar.

She blew up a Willow Construct with one punch and blew up a Drust Wraith with one kick.

Cruel, too cruel, dignified and generous cannot be connected together... Wait, is the holy sword in her hand just for decoration?

The holy sword that hated the Holy Light, after accepting the power of the Holy Light, was once again irrigated with the power of the arcane. The soul-longing Frostmourne only wanted to say, my master didn't dare to use the arcane to help me kill the enemy!

At this moment, Captain Jaina raised the holy sword shining with blue arcane power. The holiness suddenly faded away, frost reappeared, and the sword light turned into ice crystals to widen the body of the magic sword.

As for why it is blue, the Daughter of the Sea said that she likes the blue arcane appearance, for example, purple and white are generally used to chop people.

"I have waited so long for this moment, I will sharpen the sword for this purpose!"

The deep blue eyes opened, and Captain Jaina raised her sword and slashed forward with a cold and arrogant look.

The magic sword's ice crystals exploded instantly, and the broken crystals containing frost power turned into a half-moon stream of light, slashing towards the swarming Willow Demon structures.

Her sudden change made the other her stunned. The five-meter ice spear technique condensed in her hand instantly lost its effect. She threw the ice spear out in anger, piercing several willow demons in succession.

Seeing that her results were not as good as those of her other self, the purple-robed female mage moved her chest slightly, transformed herself into a fire mage, and vowed to draw a line between herself and her warrior profession.

At this moment, his blonde hair was dancing wildly... He lifted his hood with one hand, his whole body was on fire, and the fireballs condensed in his hands flew out with a whoosh, his momentum was no less than that of others.

Gently stroking his white beard, Antonidas was very satisfied with his apprentice's performance. He continued to maintain the blizzard around him, and frost spells were the most useful.

Because it won't be long before his apprentice will be able to catch up with the warrior version of her in terms of realm. His main job will be an expert warrior, but his secondary job will be a master mage.

No wonder he couldn’t understand the path to legend. He really didn’t know how the other him taught his apprentices. If he could contact the other him in the outside world, he really wanted to see what his other self’s profession was.

Not far away, there was a fierce battle between two legendary souls blessed by the battle formation. Muradin was shocked to see this. The two little Jainas were incredible!

One is ice and the other is fire, each has its own characteristics, but Muradin discovered that they both seemed to like using frost spells the most, and they would always secretly compare who was more powerful.

At that moment, the captain who had changed his job slid his finger across the magic sword, freezing several Willow Demon constructs, and the frost sword energy cut through the ice, breaking it into chunks.

Swordsman Jaina said: "This sword style is called Frost Blade. I studied my master's notes and created the Sighing Frost Slash!"

"So, after all you said, the spells you prepared are..."

The Frost Blade Swordsman closed his left hand, and in the end, there was only one snowflake... A snowflake fell on the sailor's nose, and snowflakes fell from the sky.

Using the remaining magic power of the remaining formation, she let some snowflakes block the death witchcraft and relieve the pressure on her master in another world...

Looking at the snowflakes, Sailor Arthas said, "So, it's useless."

Hiss, the snowflakes falling on the Drust souls and Willow Demon constructs exploded one after another, and black shields suddenly appeared, blocking the explosion for them.

Having been blown up by Sebastrude once, the Drust Ghost had long been wary of this kind of behavior that only caused explosions.

Except for a few Drust souls who left the team's battle formation, the rest of the Drust souls glared at the swordsman hatefully and cast several death spells together.

"Come on, Jaina, you are not suitable...hiss..."

Taking a deep breath, Sailor Arthas was surprised to find that his weapon could shrink on its own without his permission. It was another evil magic.

Drawing the sword from his waist, the swordsman becomes an expert in both sword and knife, and joins the battlefield alone. As the ice gradually rises, he wields the sword left and right, looking heroic and dashing, letting the master drive him.

The death spells that lacked legendary power were easily cut off by her, and the death spells that contained legendary power were easily avoided by her. The sailor hurriedly summoned an earth wall to block it.

If you can't beat my wife, just beat me. I have seen your ugly faces clearly. I conserve my strength just to pick up the fallen person and evacuate.

Frostmourne, you are unwilling to submit, right? You always act out of temper with me, showing your arrogant and cold disdain for the world!

Put down the sword you love and take out the power of Menethil. Only it will always accompany Arthas. It is neither too strong nor too weak and can be used to fight at any time.

"Disciple, I feel a little..."

Sailor Arthas was helpless about this warrior who would feel sleepy from time to time. It had been a long time, but Muradin's combat power was sometimes high and sometimes low.

To deal with this mentor who had stayed up all night for three days for some unknown reason, he had no choice but to drink a bowl of chicken soup with him, which was very delicious.

He took out the potion that his wife had put in her pocket, squatted down, and solemnly handed the potion to Muradin, saying, "Teacher, here is the refreshing potion."

"We are warriors who are not afraid of danger. How can we be defeated by a mere difficulty? No matter what difficulties we face, they will not faze us warriors."

"Why do we fight? It's precisely for the sake of war!"

A black cloak suddenly appeared behind the sailor, but except for a slight change in his back, there was no other change. The sailor also wanted to change his job title.

The sailor, self-righteously wearing the symbol of a king, swung the sledgehammer in his hand and said, "My teacher, this is my way as a holy light warrior!"

Holy light flashed, and the hammer rotated in the holy light. The hammer head spewed out hot flames, forming a ring of flames and gradually changed.

An ordinary eight-foot-long spear, with a slightly rough elastic golden-white spear shaft that is seven feet long and a sharp spear head that is one foot long, with a slender red tassel that has turned golden after being soaked in holy light.

The invincible, nondescript sailor held the gun in his right hand and the reins in his left hand. As soon as he put his left foot in the stirrup, Muradin, with a bitter face, pulled him back.

"My child, I need a mount to help me become a warrior."

Putting his two fingers into the entrance, the sailor blew a loud whistle, summoning Jinhui for Muradin to drive... Lao Deng, that's my mount!

Ignoring the dust on his body, the Lightbringer rode on the golden light and transformed into a more powerful paladin. In the land of death, his holy light shone even brighter.

In desperation, knowing that he was just a small master's combat power, Sailor Arthas watched Muradin ride on the Invincible and transform into a "Warrior"!

"Good boy, look at your mentor's divine power and learn my warrior way!"

Wudi took only a few steps before he was led back by Muradin. The knight said, "Good boy, why are you thinking so much?"

"Do you still want to become a legend? Don't just talk about it. Where is your path to becoming a legend?"

After giving a brief lecture to Arthas, who had made little progress after not seeing him for three days, Muradin waved the reins and rushed towards the battlefield.

Others cannot summon mounts anytime and anywhere...except for some mounts, but the captain and the sailor can. As long as they become their mounts, they can summon their mounts anytime and anywhere.

With their warhorses, the two legends became even more powerful. They rushed to the battlefield with a stronger attitude and temporarily fought a stalemate with the Drust ghosts.

The Lightbringer and the Dwarf Prince were no less powerful than the three legendary Drust ghosts, but they could not withstand the large number of enemies and the support of the battle formation. The second Lightbringer who was knocked back took control of his apprentice's warhorse.

Looking at the golden and white spear in his hand, the spearman Arthas sighed, how can cavalry warfare compare to infantry warfare?

At least, for him at the moment, infantry combat can also achieve his wish.

While another one of himself was casting Holy Light on the undead souls, the spearman Arthas turned around and ran, stepping on the ground and moving forward alone. Black stones and black soil flew up behind him, gradually merging into a tall earth elemental.

When they came not far from a lucky willow demon construct, the spearman held the spear with both hands, turned the spear head and thrust it directly into the ground. With the help of the spear's elasticity, he stepped into the air with both feet and chopped it like an axe, blowing up the willow demon.

Wow! The right hand reached to the center of the spear, and the spearman swung the spear, his waist seemed to be spinning, rotating the spear like a circle, and knocked away several attacking willow demons.

Taking this opportunity, the spearman drew the holy light in his body, and the dazzling holy light penetrated into the body of the Willow Demon, and sporadic gray smoke appeared from the Willow Demon.

In less than a breath, the flying Willow Demon was purified by the holy light, and the spearmen waved their rice spears, emitting scorching flames, igniting the dead wood with a sweeping force.

The spearman thrust his spear forward and said, "You couldn't defeat me before, so how can these useless puppets defeat me now?"

In between these brief words, the spearman put away his rice gun to block the death witchcraft sneak attack from behind him, and swung the rice gun to release a raging fire that engulfed the willow demons that were attacking one after another.

"The power of the flame of holy light is something you cannot hope for, you lost dead!"

At this time, Silver-Armored Arthas finally found the highlight. Every move of the spearmen in the battle had his shadow, but not much.

Another self of mine who once saved the kidnapped Steinblade on his behalf was very strong but had no path of his own... Does the Holy Light really favor me like this?

Looking at the Holy Light condensed in his hands, Arthas Menethil began to look forward to the Holy Light for the first time. Holy Light...

"Believe in the Holy Light, evil!"

Having gotten a feeling, Arthas the Silver Armor tried to call upon the power of Holy Light like his other self, but the Holy Light he called forth was neither more nor less, just the same as usual.

Hearing his normal self's voice, the spearman who had reembedded himself in the ground struggled to get up and shouted, "As long as I believe in the Holy Light, the Holy Light will respond to me!"