The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Is this your choice, Arthas Menethil?"

After staring at the mortal paladin in front of him for a long time, Gristia's voice without any emotion appeared again, and he reached out and took back the ball of contract light.

She could feel Arthas' emotions, which were kind and sincere, without any malice.

However, for those who questioned the order of the Promotion Fortress, she could only reluctantly reject them.

During this long period of time, she had encountered people like Arthas before, but it was disappointments after disappointments that made her decide to maintain this order.

Rules that seem unreasonable are often forced to be made due to a series of reasons and there is no way to solve them.

Seeing that Gristia did not make any unnecessary moves, Arthas breathed a sigh of relief and nodded at her, firmly and affirmatively.

"Alas." With a sigh, Gristia said, "Paladin, this kind of opportunity is something that many mortals cannot even dream of."

"Since you have made such a choice, then I will... forget it. I will give you some time to think about it."

"After me, there will be others similar to me who will talk to you. Some of them won't be as easy to talk to as I am."

Leaving behind a golden spear mark, Gristia said as she dissipated: "No other existence will talk to you. You can light it up with your power."

"If you still haven't made up your mind by the end, just leave it here, otherwise you will pay a price."

"In order to teach you a profound lesson, whoever takes this seal and leaves this place will definitely do..."

After Gristia left, Arthas suddenly felt an inexplicable force of death injected into the floating mark.

He was greedy and wanted to take it away, but he immediately backed down, thinking that he could not afford to offend the real God.

Emperor Denathrius, who was easily defeated by him in the game, can be promoted to a legend or even a demigod at will in Azeroth.

If you don't follow his request and follow the path of legend, he will take away your power. The ruler is too terrifying, and he survived.

However, Arthas didn't know that Denathrius was also very good to him and it was a rare occasion that he showed appreciation for his talent.

Unexpectedly, my good intentions led to my wrong guess of Arthas' true identity, allowing him to escape... I can only meet him again later with full sincerity, just...

In the next second, a wide mirror appeared in front of Arthas, with a gorgeous blue and white dress, winding horns with branches and leaves.

The ruler of Ardenweald, the Queen of Winter, appeared in the mirror and glanced at Arthas with a cold gaze.

Just as Arthas, with his chest puffed out and full of confidence, was about to introduce himself, the mirror-like Winter Queen moved.

For some reason, just because he saw the Queen of Winter's lips move slightly, Arthas couldn't speak and could only listen quietly.

"Mortal, your heart is too impetuous and you are not suitable for Ardenweald."

"But please do not be discouraged. There is more than one path for you. The power of my other brothers and sisters may be more suitable for you."

After expressing her refusal in two words, the Queen of Winter waved her sleeves, and the large mirror shattered in an instant, blending into the endless darkness.

With a sigh in his heart, Arthas understood why the Queen of Winter rejected him. In the end, he still did not have the qualities to be an Archdruid.

The power of nature was something he had originally obtained through rewards, and he did not have the appropriate talent.

To this day, he uses all his professions except the Knight profession as a leisure activity.

Without the power to forcibly cross the realm such as the crown, ring or experience card, it is difficult for the beginner, intermediate and advanced levels to defeat the powerful enemies he faces.

The brief thought ended in an instant, and in the darkness formed by the power of death, a dark green power emerged, similar to the evil aura that Arthas occasionally used.

The old man, condensed by the dark green power of death, spoke: "Mortal, I am the Lord of Arms, the Lord of Maldraxxus."

"If you want to gain my power, you need to pass my test."

The shadowy figure of the Lord of Arms pointed at three red, blue and green doors that suddenly appeared from the Sea of ​​Death and said, "Force, wisdom and will are the first test."

"You need to choose one and clear the level before you can proceed to the second level."

"My test has three stages. You can also voluntarily give up and let another Eternal choose you."

Raising his hand, an automatically flowing hourglass was condensed, and the shadow of the Lord of Arms said, "Now, you have three minutes to think about it."

"The time in the hourglass has already flowed. When the sand reaches the bottom, my test will automatically end and you will fail."

"If you choose one of the three tests, you will have nine minutes remaining to complete it. Just go through one door."

When the shadow of the Lord of Arms stopped talking, Arthas asked, "Sir Lord of Arms, I am willing to give up."

For a moment, the shadow of the Lord of Arms remained silent, still waiting for Arthas to make a choice.

Knowing clearly that the Lord of Arms who had turned into a Rune Carver could not see here, Arthas sighed and did not make any choice, but waited for time to pass.

The next second, Arthas suddenly flashed into the pale red door representing military force and summoned Frostmourne. He wanted to try what the test of the Lord of War was like.

When Arthas entered the room, in less than four breaths, he flew out backwards and the wounds on his body healed instantly.

He was defeated in nine moves. His mirror image was too strong, and his bloody fighting skills far surpassed his own. If he didn't defend in two moves, he would lose.

Without feeling any pain, Arthas turned over instantly.

He inserted the magic sword steadily, pulled his gauntlet, and charged towards the light blue door that symbolized wisdom.

Two minutes later, Arthas flew backwards again and couldn't help but yelled angrily: "You have no moral principles!"

It was the first time that he encountered a mirror image that was even less abiding by martial ethics than him, and was inferior to him in theoretical military strategy. He was stunned for a while.

Without waiting for Arthas to mock his mirror image coldly, the mirror image drew the sword from his waist, and the sword flashed with a cold light when it came out of the sheath.

Next, Mirror Image stabbed his heart with a sword and kicked him away. The speed was so fast that he had no time to react and the sand table flew away.

Covering his heart, nothing happened, recovering, Arthas gritted his teeth, pulled out Frostmourne, and slammed into the light green door representing will.

Two and a half minutes later, Arthas rolled out in the ball, his face full of frustration. The pain was not something that ordinary people could endure.

Damn the Lord of Arms, what kind of tortures did he design? They came all at once and the anti-shake function couldn’t defend against them.

At this time, the light green door seemed to sense something.

Suddenly, he spit out a rapidly spinning magic sword, pointing it directly at Arthas... He raised his hand so that his palm was facing the tip of the sword, and the sword spirit changed in an instant, and the magic sword bounced into the master's right hand.

There were less than five minutes left in the test of the Lord of Arms. With a gleam in Arthas' eyes, he summoned Mi Jian and jumped into the Gate of Power with a whoosh.

The moment he entered the door, a sharp sword that looked exactly the same as the two swords in Arthas' hands pierced his heart.

Arthas, who had experienced a disastrous defeat, was not at all panicked in this situation. He held the magic sword downwards and pierced the mirror image's heart with the sword of rice, wanting to exchange injury for injury.

The next second, Arthas's expression changed.

The mirror image's right hand magic sword suddenly lifted up Frostmourne, and the body tilted, swinging the sword to block the power of Menethil.

With two clanging sounds, the magic sword entered the body. The mirror image's body was like flowing water, easily passing by the Frostmourne that was slashed down by Arthas.

While Arthas was marveling in his heart, Mirror Image raised his right foot and stepped on Frostmourne, and the sword in his hand took advantage of the momentum to slash through Menethil's power.

In an instant, the sword in the mirror's hand pierced through the emblem of Arthas, sheathed the sword, and disappeared.

Boom! Arthas, holding two swords, flew out of the light red door in disbelief.

The emblem that was about to fall off still remained on his neck, particularly firm and had never been cut by the sword.

"Am I that strong?"

The same expert-level swordsmanship, the familiar shadow of Lordaeron swordsmanship, Arthas was completely unable to withstand a few moves.

He thought that even if Illidan's fighting instinct took over, he would still lose, because this kind of combat experience was too scarce for him.

Falling back into the Black Sea of ​​Death, Arthas quickly stood up and leaped into the Gate of Power in a hurry. This was very useful.

Not long after entering the door, Arthas came out again with a frown on his face. It was completely useless to exchange injuries for injuries. Without defense, he couldn't even take the second move.

Without thinking too much, Arthas put away Frostmourne, turned his sword into a halberd, and walked in holding the halberd.

Clang! Two rice halberds collided, and the same two people, in a snowy place, looked at each other with murderous intent.

Quickly transforming the halberd into a shield, Arthas suddenly took out the shortened holy sword Frostmourne and slashed forward, then moved sideways and raised his shield to withstand the halberd's attack.

The experiment was an absolute success, and Arthas finally escaped the test in less than four moves. With a large shield in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, he kept changing his moves and fighting with the mirror image.

Grunts and clangs. While Arthas was defending hard, his eyes were fixed on the mirror-image halberd-swinging technique, and he devoted all his energy to learning it to the best of his ability.

Thirty seconds later, Midun blocked Mi Ji again, but this time the mirror image raised the halberd with one hand to catch the magic sword, and used the remaining hand to punch Arthas on the head.

However, when Arthas was about to put away his sword and receive the fist, the mirror image's fist seemed to stop time, and the fist wind rolled up with a whistling cold wind, instantly hitting Arthas in the face.

Before Arthas could block the fist and call upon holy light for healing, he was knocked away by the sudden rotation of the halberd in the mirror's hand, and the sharp tip of the halberd pierced his chest.

Just like what he had done to his opponent before, Chi Chi Chi! Endless ice spikes burst out of his body, and Arthas was defeated again using only frost aura.

The mind fell into a dead silence and darkness. Arthas was kicked out silently by the mirror image, and the inhuman ice spike ball slipped out of the door of force.

The moment he left the Gate of Trial, Arthas' body crackled and was reassembled by a force, and all the ice spikes on his body disappeared without a trace.

Returning to his original state, Arthas did not wake up. His eyes were closed, his consciousness was still silent, and the sword and shield in his hands finally slipped.

The dark sand slowly flowed in the secluded place. In the last ten seconds, Arthas' right hand moved and touched the holy sword.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Taking deep breaths greedily, Arthas put away his sword and shield and slowly stood up. The sands of Hades drifted away, and the time left for the Lord of Arms' test was over.

After watching indifferently the shadow of the Lord of Arms carrying the three-colored door into the darkness, Arthas looked at his hands in confusion. He had only learned the basics of halberd techniques, which might not even be of practical significance.

Clenching his fists, Arthas looked quietly at the emblem that still remained in front of him, waiting for the arrival of the next Eternal.

A minute later, the emblem belonging to the Arbitrator lit up, but quickly went out, and the emblem of the Maw suddenly flashed.

"Mortal, do you want to know...the truth of the world?"

Hearing the familiar voice of the Jailer of the Maw, Arthas replied: "I don't want to know the truth, I just want to know what kind of power you can give me."

"From the moment I obtained the sword, I knew I would meet you, but I didn't expect to see you so soon, Warden."

Without any honorifics, Arthas could only see a pair of huge blue eyes in front of him.

Warden Zorval had lost his power; he was not a complete Eternal, and Arthas could not feel a similar sense of oppression.

Arthas had no fear of such a jailer unless Zoval jumped out of the Maw and beat him.