The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Captain Bennett, it's bad, the undead are attacking."

In broad daylight, Captain Bennett, who was sitting on a wooden block with his eyes closed to rest, suddenly picked up the blood-stained sword and shield at his feet and stood up and said, "Rhine, calm down."

"If we can beat them back once, we can beat them back a second time."

After calming the tattered fifteen-year-old boy down a bit, Bennett strode toward the makeshift defense line he had organized before the sun rose, came to his own gap, the curved path through the woods, and raised his shield.

In less than a month, the Undead army swept across Lordaeron like locusts, and most of the western territory had fallen. These refugees slowly evacuated towards East Wilder or South Lake Town.

It was only because there were remnant human forces there, whether it was the Knights of the Silver Hand such as Tyran Fordring, the troops of Grand Marshal Osmar Garithos of Lordaeron, or the rest of the Alliance forces, that was the direction they retreated.

Looking at the bloodthirsty undead like wild beasts, Bennett said: "By the Holy Light, these resurrected bastards will never be able to break through our defenses!"

"Soldiers of Lordaeron, raise your shields, pick up your muskets and longbows. The unintelligent undead cannot break through our defenses!"

Not long after they killed a few ghouls, a scout came running over and said, "Captain, there is a wizard from the Curse Sect in the Undead Army."

Upon hearing his subordinate's words, Bennett's face changed. He carefully checked the direction indicated by the scout and hurriedly organized his men.

Looking around at the two soldiers in better condition, Bennett said, "Gevrey, Rezan, come with me to kill that human traitor who is despised by the Holy Light!"

The next second, Bennett's voice suddenly became low, and he named three strong soldiers and said, "Wesker, Minadak, Francis, hold the line for us, at any cost."

Either with two eyes or one eye... Five soldiers with varying degrees of injuries said to Captain Bennett: "Follow your orders, Captain."

When the three soldiers left the defense line simultaneously, the other three soldiers quickly took over to ensure that there were no gaps in the camp's defense line.

"Huh... for Lordaeron!"

The decapitation team led by Bennet adjusted their breathing, chose a direction, mobilized the power of anger, jumped out of the defense line in three steps, shouted in unison, and pointed the swords in their hands directly at the cursed wizard in the distance.

"Well said, for Lordaeron!"

Following this sound, a golden, solid holy light halberd fell from the sky, accurately striking the cursed wizard and the stitched abominations around him.

Even in the mountains, such a large and movable piece of meat could not escape the eyes of Arthas. He raised his hand and swung out the Halberd of Judgment.

"No citizen of Lordaeron needs to fear them. In the name of Holy Light, please die!"

As a black shadow flashed by, Arthas rode on a turning-nosed bear emitting golden light, waving a red-eyed dragon-headed halberd, and instantly rolled up a whirlwind of flames, sucking in these undead souls and igniting the holy flame.

In broad daylight, the dead bones buried deep in the earth should rest in peace, instead of leaving the embrace of Mother Earth and becoming the enemy's foolish slaves.

Seeing the damaged military emblem on Bennett's chest, Arthas waved his hand and sent down the healing holy flame, saying: "Warriors of Lordaeron, you have worked hard."

"Captain, how many wounded are there? Gather... take me over."

In Bennett's eyes, in the vast holy flame, Arthas, who had already left Lordaeron, now turned into the God of Fire, purifying the undead, and the heat waves descending from the sky were very warm.

The black dragon robe embroidered with gold edges fluttered in the wind. The prince, accompanied by his two adjutants, led their mounts and slowly walked out of the sea of ​​fire and came in front of him. For a moment, he forgot about the wounds on his body that were gradually healing.

As a former member of the guards of the royal city of Lordaeron, Bennett knew very well that there was not enough space on the route to the unknown continent. He was one of the countless Lordaeron soldiers who volunteered to stay.

Some warnings, some condolences, some farewells. He watched Arthas and Jaina lead the refugees on the ship to leave the Eastern Kingdoms, and King Terenas and Uther went to Quel'Thalas to seek support.

The kingdom was deeply invaded by enemies, and there were not many leaders to lead these scattered flocks. They were gradually devoured by the undead scourge and were unable to change the current situation where the number of people around them was constantly decreasing.

A war, countless nobles, those who once swore to protect the country and the people, betrayed Lordaeron and threw themselves into the arms of the enemy. Countless wars broke out around the royal capital, and he was just an ordinary captain among them.

Seeing that they had not come back to their senses for a long time, Arthas said, "Friend, I wonder if you could take me to treat the wounded? I am a Paladin."

Recovering from his trance instantly, Bennett said, "Your Highness Arthas, I am Captain Bennett of the Third Legion of Lordaeron, and the temporary manager of this refugee camp."

"Steinblade was captured by the Undead Army. We were planning to head south to Alterac, to Nanhai Town, to seek the asylum of Grand Marshal Garithos."

"The wounded, we are all wounded along the way. I have prayed to the Holy Light for a miracle countless times. Holy Light, I..."

"The Holy Light will heal every wounded person. No matter how long this road is, Captain Bennett, every Lordaeron person will continue to walk on it."

"You will break the shackles of the past. The Holy Light is always by your side. Please believe me."

Seeing Bennett's unstable mood, Arthas stepped over him, raised his hand and called for the Holy Light, saying: "We yearn for light. The dawn after the darkness will surely come. This is what the Holy Light says!"

The next second, flames of holy light fell from the sky, igniting every injured refugee in the camp, dispelling and controlling the pain.

The human defense line, which was eighteen steps away from Arthas, consisted of four layers of defense consisting of more than thirty or eighty soldiers. They dispersed one by one, allowing Arthas and his two followers to enter.

Leading the big bear and accompanied by scattered soldiers, Arthas slowly walked into the camp, waved his hand and released the holy light to heal the illness of every refugee in the camp.

"Brother, who is this Paladin grandpa?"

"He is Prince Arthas, and he has come to rescue us, just as he did in the past."

"But didn't Arthas leave Lordaeron? We have been abandoned by the Menethil royal family!"

"When the Undead army arrived, they just walked away like that, not even willing to send someone to lead us in the resistance, leaving us to fend for ourselves. This is blatant betrayal!"

"It was the nobles who oppressed us who betrayed us, not the nobles who treated us well... It's just that there are too few of them, and His Majesty Terenas is powerless."

"No matter how you argue with them, they just abandoned us. Not even a single representative was left behind, leaving us to become the abominable undead scourge!"

"But Prince Arthas is here. How can you slander him out of thin air? He is our benefactor and he healed us with the Holy Light!"

"It seems that the previous rumors were all lies. How could His Royal Highness abandon us?"

"We are scattered around the kingdom and lack a rallying cry. Now that the prince has arrived, the day for our counterattack may be here."

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"Your Highness, thank you for saving us all."

Amidst countless discussions, Arthas stopped in front of a little boy, half squatted down, and reached out to touch the boy's head.

He said apologetically: "Daniel, I'm sorry, I didn't fulfill my original promise."

"But, in the remaining time, I will do my best to protect you."

At this moment, it seemed as if that day, the day when Arthas bid farewell to Steinblad, was reappearing before Daniel's eyes.

"Don't worry, kid, I will bring them home safely."

Seeing the prince who was the same as in his memory but dressed differently, Daniel slowly stood up and said, "Prince Alsace, thank you."

Suddenly stopping, Arthas responded with a smile, "You're welcome, kid."

He didn't expect to meet the little boy in his memory here. No matter which world of Azeroth Arthas had visited, the war seemed to never stop.

Just as the old Steinblad will be destroyed, the new Steinblad will emerge again, and with the efforts of everyone who survives, the hometown will return.

After a few steps to the center of this simple camp, which was probably the center of the area as far as the eye could see, Arthas said, "I have seen everything. This is how everyone looks now."

"You have suffered. The days of fleeing are difficult."

"I admit that I can't do anything for you, but you are the only living people I can find after searching around."

"Now, just eat some porridge and have a good rest."

When Arthas finished saying this, Jaina, who had lost another game with the heroic Jaina, appeared beside him unable to stand her daughter.

Amid hundreds of puzzled eyes looking at the empty space, Jaina waved her hand gently towards the place where Arthas pointed.

A breeze blew by, and large pot after pot of milky oatmeal porridge with a strong milky aroma appeared in front of nearly a thousand people. They were porridge cooked with magic flames.

Poor 100% loser, Christina rubbed her round belly, lay flat on the small bed, stared at the ceiling with blank eyes, and ate a little too much.

At the same time, the ground around Arthas was shaking, and the air was trembling, trembling with the arcane magic emanating from Jaina.

This move deterred some refugees who wanted to loot from doing anything. They had not seen this kind of food for more than three weeks and often had to rely on wild vegetables and fruits, or occasionally wild animals hunted to fill their stomachs.

Because of the intrusion of the undead, they rarely had a full meal, especially in the past week, when they were busy heading south, advancing slowly, traveling long distances, and avoiding pursuit.

Along the way, those who survived in their camp simply lived from meal to meal and from day to day.

Among them, there were people who could not keep up with the team, people who could not find the trace, and people who took the initiative to cover the rear for everyone... Due to various reasons, many familiar faces were never seen again, but now... whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Thin and long earth pillars rose from the ground in the camp, dividing the camp into ten areas with Arthas and Jaina as the center. The porridge pots emitting white steam were pulled into a circle by magic and evenly dispersed, without hurting a single refugee.

Seeing that the two princes had completed the area division work, the two adjutants, Farrick and Marwin, were amplified by the sound amplification technique and acted as loudspeakers for sound transmission.

"Please line up in an orderly manner, don't be nervous, don't make noise, don't crowd, don't trample, everyone will have food."

"Everyone gets a share. Don't rush. It only takes a little time and everyone will get a bowl of warm and delicious oatmeal with milk."

Twenty clones of Jaina appeared out of nowhere and were ready, with two responsible for each area.

They also have a responsibility, which is to take the time to receive the large and small bowls thrown by the main body.

These bowls...plus spoons, come in a variety of styles and are not only beautiful but also practical.

They were made with the greatest care by Arthas and Jaina, using local ingredients.

The power of water element and earth element is used to control the shape, the power of wind element and fire element is used for high temperature baking, and other powers such as the power of nature are used to embellish it depending on the situation.

"One bowl of porridge per person, please do not cut in line, otherwise you will be punished by the elemental guards."

"My fellow countrymen, don't be impatient. Drink slowly. There will definitely be enough for you."

As Jaina's clones carried bowls of porridge, loyal elementals swirled out of thin air to serve as guardians of order.

There are four elements in a group, and there are a total of forty elemental guards. They patrol back and forth, feeling very comfortable, and then they run to other places to get some fresh air.