The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

If nothing unexpected happened, the spearman sailor and sword captain would charge into the Drust ghost army again, but they would be beaten back one by one after a short while.

Compared with his only sailor, the captain held on a little longer, crossed his swords to block the enemy's death sorcery that was like a shock wave, and flew backwards into the pit, just in time to knock down the sailor who was trying to get up.

The snowflakes were still falling, and the protective power left by the formation was restarted after being repaired by Antonidas. The tenacious arcane shield firmly protected the seven people.

He underestimated his apprentice, who was able to accomplish many things as a master that even legends could not do. Little Jaina still needed to work hard to achieve her goals.

The warrior thing was just what she boasted about. Little Jaina had always been pursuing arcane power. She had always adhered to his teachings, but perhaps she had been influenced by others and went astray.

The long-lost power of the naval commander, the legendary power bursting out from Captain Jaina's body, and the slowly constructed formation made Antonidas think in the wrong way again.

If the captain nearby who overwhelmed the sailors with his strength knew what the master was thinking, she would definitely wave her hands and say very humbly that these were just a few sprinkles of water!

I had anticipated the reaction of the Drust ghosts and planned a cover-up from a perspective far beyond their imagination.

Thinking about the performance of another self, the silver-armored man and the purple-robed lady who were familiar with a certain aspect of themselves both thought of the same thing: he (she) was the same age as me, and had suffered silent blows from the men and women who had entered the trap.

Sometimes, being too familiar with yourself is not a good thing. If you encounter some unexpected situations, it will be a headache and you will feel uncomfortable when you think about certain problems.

"Jaina, you are too fat."

Lifting the "fat pig" captain on his head with one hand, sailor Arthas said something sarcastic, jumped out of the pit, changed his support into a hug, and put the slightly dissatisfied captain beside him.

Even though they were both covered in dust, it still couldn't hinder Captain Jaina's clean character. The sudden current swept up the two of them and wrapped them up.

In just a moment, the water flow like blueberry jelly disappeared, and the captain and sailors, who were clean and wet, were dried by the flame baby and looked dignified!

At this time, Muradin, who was holding up the Holy Light Warhorse and running back to the barrier, said: "Good boy, give me and Invincible a set as well."

The man in silver armor next door felt a little heartbroken. The word "invincible" was such a distant word, but it was still alive. The other him did not experience the pain of losing invincibility.

Seeing what the man in silver armor was thinking, Captain Jaina drew the water and teased, "You are not prepared, Arthas Menethil."

With a strange flash in his eyes, the man in silver armor looked at Sailor Arthas and waited for his response. It turns out that we are the same.

In order to ease the malicious glance, the sailor quickly said: "How can a horse compare to you, my captain."

"I can have many invincibles, but I can only have one Jaina Proudmoore."

When Arthas heard his other self say that he was invincible, fire ignited in his eyes and he wanted to ask him why he said that he was invincible!

Compared to him, Purple Jaina felt disappointed with the paladin of her own world...she took this opportunity to think about why he was not prepared, and a look of disappointment appeared on her face.

"A well-educated lady like you should shoulder the responsibilities that your prince should uphold."

"No matter what, I will accompany you through the orc internment camp and explore together, just like in the past."

“We will see all of Azeroth, we will travel all over Azeroth, and experience the customs and cultures of all places in Azeroth.”

Hearing this, Purple-robed Jaina thought of the future, and Silver-armored Arthas couldn't help but remain silent, thinking that the world of two people was romantic.

Before Silver-armored Arthas could ask with a complicated look on his face, Muradin appeared in front of the four juniors riding on Invincible, man and horse becoming one, swinging his axe and hammer.

When Muradin reentered the dead souls outside the shield, Sailor Arthas said directly: "For a horse, it's really not worth it."

At this time, Arthas, the silver armor, held his forehead helplessly and said, "Brother, Jaina and I have never done that kind of thing, don't think about it."

Knowing what the two people opposite were thinking, Purple Robe Jaina's face suddenly turned red, and she had some complaints about Silver Armor Arthas in her heart.

"It's just that we've been in love for a long time, and it's still..."

With a serious look in her eyes, Captain Jaina seemed to be possessed by Terenas and said, "You are already 24 years old and you don't even have a child."

"As the future heir of Lordaeron, how could father possibly bear such a heavy burden..."

Shaking his head, Prince Arthas said, "I have a sister. Her name is Calia Menethil."

"Compared to me, she is the heir favored by my father, the King of Lordaeron, and I am just..."

Princess Jaina suddenly interrupted and said, "Yes, yes, Sister Jialiya is the future Queen of Lordaeron."

With a look of disbelief on his face, Sailor Arthas said, "Then why don't you send Jia Liya to investigate the plague... Wait, you two are trying to fool me!"

Hearing what the other Arthas said, the man and woman with poor acting skills were exposed, with surprise on their faces, and they had no time to respond to the question.

"Arthas Menethil, Jaina Proudmoore, find a way to deal with them quickly."

"If that doesn't work, then you guys quickly find a way to leave here, and I'll try to help you hold them off."

When the prince and princess of the parallel world were briefly embarrassed by this, Antonidas couldn't help it.

Because the Drust ghosts around him were making big movements, he could not hold on any longer, and he felt the power of death flowing faintly.

After repeated confirmation, he found that he could not cast spells to leave this land of death curse, nor could he contact the outside world.

This was the first time he had seen such a situation in Zlos and he lacked experience in dealing with such an enemy.

Even the specific solutions he thought of were all solved one by one by the Drust souls who were suffering various kinds of pain.

Without the secret assistance of the captain's apprentice who had not received the "true teachings", he almost let the arcane shield here become an empty space. Professional matters need to be solved by professionals.

At this time, the voice of King Drust reached the ears of these stubborn creatures, extremely clear.

"Invaders of Thros, enemies of Drust, your resistance is in vain."

Hurrying back with Uther, Muradin took over the amplification spell given by the good girl and retorted: "Undead, you are farting!"

"I don't know how the demons and the Lich King summoned you, but if we can defeat you once, we can defeat you a second time!"

The good boy and the good girl covered their heads together. They both forgot to tell Muradin the truth. It was totally irrelevant.

Hearing the word "Lich King", the quick-reacting Drust ghosts shouted, "Foolish dwarf, isn't the Lich King on your side?"

Not long ago, Arthas, who called himself the Lich King, killed many of their relatives and friends. They hated it...

"Jaina, hang up my cloak!"

With these words, Arthas and others... saw Jaina wanting to do something she shouldn't do, and she herself wanted to wear something she shouldn't wear!

Snatching the men's cloak, sailor Arthas glared at the female mage who was maintaining the barrier, hating her... Captain Jaina picked up the cloak and took the time to solemnly hang it on the sailor.

"Since you want to face the fate of death, I agree with your proposal."

Feeling the kingly aura of the cloak, Sailor Arthas roared to the sky. The sound seemed to shake the heaven and earth and made Muradin's heart stop beating on time. When did his disciple become the Lich King!

Every time this moment came, he would feel his strength returning, the "wild power" of the Lich King Arthas!

When the sailor Arthas was full of expectations, the sword and knife at Captain Jaina's waist brought a gust of cold wind, making him sneeze.

"A-choo!" The king's cold is nothing more than that!

For the image of a king, the king's cloak flutters!

At this moment, there are three words, shout them out loud with Arthas, Lich King!

Black lightning suddenly struck, hitting me in the heart. I raised the magic stick... raised Frostmourne and pointed it at the enemy... Where is my magic sword? I am missing a key weapon! How can I transform!!!

He pulled out the holy sword Frostmourne from his wife's waist. Amidst several dark thunders, the image of Sailor Arthas changed drastically, and the majestic Dark King made a grand appearance.

The Lich King Arthas brought Frostmourne, which had been restored to its original form, and reappeared in a dignified manner, bringing with him a biting cold wind, blinding... Uther quickly stopped the hammer that was about to hit the Lich King's head.

"This is the sacred land of the Scourge... the Royal Legion of Lordaeron. Death has no place here."

"Drust, you will be alone here!"

Following Captain Jaina's actions, the others all held their foreheads and shook their heads. Their thoughts on the Lich King Arthas could not be mixed up, and everyone had their own ideas.

Seeing the Lich King leaving the arcane shield on his own initiative, Alarak pointed at the Lich King and said, "Kill that clown for me!"

That’s right, the current Lich King Arthas is just a clown in the eyes of each of them, a hysterical clown who thinks he is a hero!

"That's just what I want, and you will be the first one in my hands..."

Carrying the terrifying power of death, Alarak, with his tall black figure, chopped down with an axe, instantly knocking down the clueless clown.

In the blink of an eye, the Lich King turned over and used his sword to block the next axe full of anger and contempt. The ground beneath his feet was sinking and his body was sinking.

On the other side, Princess Jaina held Prince Arthas and said, "Arthas, things haven't come to that point yet."

After saying her words of persuasion, she looked at her other self beside her and said, "Am I right, Jaina Proudmoore?"

There was no response, Jaina looked up at the dark aura spreading around her, and the Lich King's place was devoid of Drust's death power.

Folding her hands, Jaina stood up to a size no smaller than her own and said, "You are right, Jaina Proudmoore."

"For this situation, I can only say that everything is as I expected. We will win!"

Everyone applauded, and Muradin said hastily: "Bad girl, if you want to run, run quickly. We shouldn't wait any longer!"

"I know you and Arthas must have a backup plan, but you two can't hide it! Arthas needs you!"

At this moment, the deathly aura in the air, like a dense rain of needles, pierced the arcane shield from all directions, including the underground.

Muradin, who discovered this situation, couldn't help but feel a little... Jaina held up the shield covering the six people, two horses and one water with one hand and said: "According to my estimation, the time should be about right."

Her green figure paused for a moment at Antonidas's white beard, Prince Arthas's shoulder armor, and Princess Jaina's hood.

Finally, she touched the smooth golden hair of her other self, and a portal suddenly appeared under Jaina's feet, sucking the eight teammates around her in one by one. It was an irresistible suction force.

Even Uther, the six-winged paladin who had cast a ray of holy light to bind him, could not resist this terrible suction. Antonidas, who was beside him, even wanted to study it at the door but it was too late. His long beard felt pain and he was pulled away by the apprentice who opened the door.

Clearly he didn't say anything, and he always showed that he believed in this disciple. The name he mentioned was also that of the surprised disciple below.