The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Inside the alliance camp in Nanhai Town, two men who were obviously commanders, along with eight lieutenants, were looking at a large map over and over again, pondering the breakthrough point of the battle.

A human dressed as a general with an axe across his body said, "Admiral Daelin, if we cannot break through the Undead's line, Dalaran will fall sooner or later."

"Osmar Garithos, Dalaran will not fall so easily."

Pointing to the Thoradin Wall on the map, Daelin said, "Thoras Trollbane, the reinforcements from Stromgarde, Ironforge, and Stormwind are gradually gathering here."

"As long as Dalaran holds out for another two weeks, all the strength of our alliance will be gathered here."

Looking up along the map, Daelin said, "Although the forces of Saidan and Tailan cannot support us from the north, the undead without many elite mages cannot face us directly."

"These monsters are only holding us back by virtue of their numerical advantage and our lack of understanding of them."

"When the huge power of our alliance begins to function normally, these monsters will not be able to keep running rampant for long."

Suddenly pointing at Silvermoon City, Daelin said, "Thanks to these elves for sharing some of the pressure for us and temporarily blocking the attack of the undead."

"Otherwise, I dare not imagine what kind of unfavorable situation we will be in when the arrogant elves become our enemies."

"Admiral, even if those arrogant elves transform into undead and attack us, our alliance will not be afraid."

Condensing a ball of holy light, Osmar raised his battle axe and said, "Holy light is the most advantageous weapon to deal with these undead."

"The dead are always dead. They will be defeated by the power of our alliance just like our former enemies."

After the holy light faded, Osmar said respectfully, "Admiral, the undead monsters are constantly harassing us."

"If we just keep defending, I always think we will be caught in a dilemma."

"Admiral, to deal with these monsters born from corpses, we have no choice but to kill them."

Looking towards Silvermoon City, Osmar said, "Lord Terenas went to ask them for help, but they asked us for help instead, asking us to support them. Most elves are still so arrogant."

"According to the latest news we received, until now, there are still demons and undead besieging them, and they are unable to take care of themselves."

"If Dalaran hadn't been trapped, the transmission of information among our alliance wouldn't have been so difficult. The undead know us very well, and we are struggling."

"There is some important news that only Dalaran and Silvermoon City know, but we have been stopped here by the undead... This is really too bad, Admiral."

He knew that this statement was not wrong, but Dai Lin didn't have much to do. Time was still too tight, and some nobles were even dragging their feet and despising the enemy as they did in the past.

When Stormwind fell, the nobles in the north looked down on the orcs. When Lordaeron fell, the nobles in the south looked down on the undead. As for these nobles, Daelin wished he could kill them with one knife.

It might be a good idea to let this group of useless people who won't change at all, useless people with the title of nobility, turn into mindless undead and purify them with holy light.

After a moment's silence, Dai Lin sighed and said, "Osmar, wait a few more hours, and I will take you to fight the undead."

"Now, after a long battle, our soldiers are very tired and need to be allowed to continue resting."

Daelin pointed to the north as he swiped across the map. "In order to ensure our combat effectiveness, we need to wait a little longer until the scouts we sent to Alterac respond."

"Although I don't know the specific situation in Alterac, the offensive of the northern undead weakened not long ago, which gave us a brief opportunity to rest."

"We will not let this opportunity slip away, but we must proceed with caution."

"Every soldier who died in battle will become part of the undead if we cannot bring them back in time."

"Gushi Dalaran is still besieged by the Undead army, but everything must proceed as planned. Some supplies for the Undead have not yet been delivered."

After walking a few steps to Osmar's side, Daelin said in a deep voice: "Because of the Alliance's momentary contempt, we paid a heavy price."

"Lordaeron has fallen, Terenas and Uther are missing, and the traitors of the Alliance have already surrendered to the Undead and become one of them."

"We seem to have returned to that difficult and arduous day, but the enemies this time are different from the orcs back then. They are the mortal enemy of all living beings."

Hearing Dai Lin's words, Osmar had to give up the idea of ​​asking for a fight, put down his battle axe and said, "Admiral, you are right, I was impulsive."

"It's okay, Osmar."

"Like you, I want to resolve the threat of the undead as soon as possible. It's really hard to endure the torment of waiting like this."

Afterwards, Daelin and Osmar did not discuss any more, and the tent fell silent again... A soldier in green armor triggered the restriction outside the tent.

After a brief briefing with the guard at the door, the soldier was qualified to enter the tent. He strode into the tent and spoke respectfully, saying that he was one of the scouts sent by Dai Lin.

"Admiral, we have already found out the situation in Alterac. It is good news that is exciting."

Under the gaze of General Daelin and others, the green-armored scout said, "It was the two highnesses Arthas and Jaina who led the refugees all the way south and killed the undead Scourge along the way."

"Arthas? Jaina?!"

"Yes, my Lords."

"As the two princes travel south, if they encounter a natural disaster of the undead, no undead will be able to stop them."

Thinking of the grand scene he had seen, the green-armored scout said, "No... no undead can stop the holy flames from the Alsace Palace."

"I only took one look at that blazing holy light and I realized that my own strength was so insignificant in front of it."

At this time, Dai Lin asked: "Maurice, where are Arthas and the others now?"

"Admiral, His Highness Arthas is outside our army's line, help us clean up..."

"Hahahahaha, I didn't expect them to come back."

Hearing that the two children who had crossed to Kalimdor from the west had not only returned but also displayed such powerful strength, Daelin couldn't help but laugh with relief.

Scout Maurice knew that for him to have such an expression, Arthas must have obtained some powerful power.

Although Dai Lin didn't know why the two people who led the people to the west came back, they must have found some way to defeat the Undead Scourge.

As for what method it was, Daelin was not interested. What made him happiest was that Arthas and Jaina could return safely. He was quite worried about borrowing a ship for a long voyage... and was very opposed to it.

A sea area that has never been explored by humans, a prophecy by a crow prophet, neither he nor Catherine would allow it, but it happened right under their noses.

It was Terenas who stopped him. Daelin now has no idea what Terenas' situation is... Kael'thas knows, but he is trapped in Dalaran and the news cannot be passed to the outside.

With the lesson of Mal'Ganis's tragic defeat and death, several Nathrezim and Ner'zhul had to treat it with caution and try their best to block the news and not let any wind leak out...

"Okay, everyone, it looks like we have to go greet them."

"Yes, Admiral."

As Osmar and other generals followed Dailin out of the tent, each of them saw the crimson holy flame rising into the sky in the distance, which was the power of holy light.

Seeing this scene, the eight generals whose names were unknown were all shocked like many soldiers around them, with holy light of different colors.

The Lordaeron Marshal, Osmar Garithos, who was standing next to Daelin, was greatly surprised by this, but he did not show it.

Now, what he was thinking about was that after Arthas heard that His Majesty Terenas and Lord Uther were going to die... he couldn't accept it. The sudden change in his emotions made his power of Holy Light rise to a higher level.

There are examples of such success, but special circumstances are often rare. The right time, the right place, the right people... nothing can be lacking.

However, he was still thinking, this was obviously a major secret, and only a few people knew about it. So who told Arthas?

Regarding this matter, Osmar thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out who leaked it.

Without establishing a stable connection with the army crossing west to Kalimdor, Osmar still doesn't know if those who voluntarily died are still alive.

After all, Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms were separated by an endless ocean, and when we crossed to the west for the first time, there wasn't even a portal leading to the two places.

After a while, Osmar followed Dailin to the alliance line in Nanhai Town and couldn't help swallowing.

“Undead, face the mighty power of the Holy Light and be burned to ashes by its wrath!”

A nine-clawed fire dragon shot out from Arthas's hand, accompanied by the shadow of a dragon head's halberd, and slammed into hundreds of undead remnants, with the holy flame shooting straight into the sky.

Whoosh! Riding on a flaming bear, Arthas cleared away the remaining undead that were ignited by the holy flame. The man and the bear stood like a mountain in front of tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers.

In the raging holy flame, some undead seemed to be on fire, but they could not die for the time being, so the only thing to do was to help them, and this was exactly what Arthas intended.

"Prince Arthas, you have defeated the army of undead. It seems that undead monsters are nothing more than this!"

"Holy Light, Holy Light is indeed the nemesis of the undead. Those undead can't even block Prince Arthas's casual attack!"

"I knew they also have weaknesses. With His Highness Arthas, we don't need to be afraid of these monsters at all!"

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In front of the Alliance line, many Alliance soldiers shouted in unison to support Arthas. His performance was so outstanding compared to many others.

The Alliance soldiers who have been suppressed for too long need an inspiring victory. Isn't an exaggerated victory what every one of them is looking forward to?

Wherever the Holy Flame went, the Undead Scourge retreated spontaneously, causing all the Alliance soldiers on the battlefield to... some were smiling, some were laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

“Hahahahaha! Father-in-law…Father, I’m back.”

The great marshal, who was as heavy as a mountain, turned over and walked up to Dai Lin step by step, then squatted down with his halberd in hand.

After hearing Arthas, whose appearance had changed drastically, say this, Daelin wanted to praise him, but he didn't say it out loud right away, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Father-in-law, father, he only thought of the first title, what's going on?

Unable to figure it out, Daelin asked, "Well, Arthas, what are you doing?"

"Father, after fourteen years of practicing Holy Light, I finally understood the path in my heart."

"Countless evils invaded the land of Lordaeron. These days, whenever I think of that scene, I always blame myself."

"After many days of consideration... running away is the worst option. I can only fight to the death to prove the fearlessness of our great alliance."

"I am Arthas Menethil, the Grand Marshal of the people of Lordaeron. I fight for the people of Lordaeron!"

At this moment, Arthas suddenly stood up, raised his dragon head halberd and shouted: "For the Alliance! For Lordaeron!!"

Hearing Arthas's impassioned, heartfelt, and earth-shaking words, Dai Lin and others who understood the meaning of the word "shameless" fell silent.

However, many Alliance soldiers, especially those from Lordaeron, celebrated loudly, their voices resounding through the sky.