The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Your Highness Jaina, you have the right to remain silent, but everything you did in secret is ironclad proof."

"For the sake of Grand Marshal Arthas, Grand Marshal Jaina, and Lordaeron, we have no choice but to do this. Don't blame us."

With two clangs, Falric and Marwyn drew out the long swords from their waists at the same time, not giving any face to the others, and pointed their swords at the purple-robed Jaina, who was an evil demon!

After the enthusiastic introduction of Jaina the Great, they both realized that Jaina the Purple was not Her Highness Jaina, but a fake.

Their Grand Marshal Arthas was fighting desperately, and they didn't want a despicable female demon to cause chaos in secret, especially one who only wanted to cause chaos in the world...

"Farric, Marwyn, I didn't do anything. You two can't wrongly accuse a good person!"

Seeing two such sharp swords pointing at her, Purple-robed Jaina's breathing became a little rapid. Demons will be slandered wherever they go, right?

There was a person next to her who was watching the show from time to time... There was a small source of holy light above her head, and two prince adjutants in front... Plus her father Daelin was nearby. Purple-robed Jaina reached out to wipe the tears that rolled down her eyes.

"Father, you can't just stand by and watch someone die."

Turning her head, Purple-robed Jaina looked at Uther and said, "Master Uther, you can't just sit there and watch me being..."

Gently holding up her other self's head, Dalijaina moved her daughter's feet and said, "My dear, please don't worry."

Running to her earlobe, Jaina whispered, "Even if you, Uther, and the Lich King all die here, I can guarantee that you three will be fine."

"It's totally fine to go back to your big, messy family and leave temporarily and then go back."

"So, there's no problem with life or death, it's just a matter of whether it hurts or not... Oh my, my daughter is still so soft!"

When Gianna stuck out her tongue... Christina, who was sitting firmly on the tall horse, moved her ears, flashed her eyes, kicked with her little feet, and hit the big hand.

Covering her chest, she took several steps back in an instant. Purple-robed Jaina said with a trembling heart: "You don't miss me at all. No Jaina Proudmoore would do such a thing."

Waving her hand and ordering her two lieutenants to gather the men, Mighty Jaina sniffed the scent left by the beauty and said, "You have seen so many of yourselves, how could you not have seen someone like me?"

"You, you are a..."

"Don't think like that. In order to prevent women like you from having any inappropriate thoughts, I have taken on many of Arthas' responsibilities."

Hearing the arrogance in the woman's tone, Purple Robe Jaina suddenly raised her voice and said, "Don't quibble, you are obviously enjoying yourself!"

"Aren't you afraid that Arthas would know about this and do that to you..."

Touching her red lips, Dalijaina said: "Don't be afraid, I am also working hard silently."

When Mighty Jaina was about to take advantage of the opportunity to dodge and reach out, the loving father's fist hit the Mighty daughter's forehead steadily.

Sometimes, perverse ideas cannot be left alone, so he had to do it for the other one... The other two had to educate their daughters properly, as both of them had serious problems.

“Put your hand out, Jaina.”

"I didn't do anything wrong, father."

"No reason, I just want to educate you, just like you always want to do extra things."

"Before you leave, I will do what you ask and fulfill your request. I will miss you, my dear daughter."

In less than a moment, under the kind gaze of her old father, Purple-robed Jaina helplessly stretched out her hand, palms facing up, accepting the clapping education method that came from the suppression of her superiors, and sighed continuously.

She was a devil, for sure, but there was a woman with evil intentions watching nearby, so she couldn't do anything. She stared at her closely and didn't give her any chance at all.

Even though she is not a legend in her power, she still uses various methods that are not Jaina Proudmoore's.

Seeing that Arthas was fine even after being hit by the Lich King who used only 60% of his strength, without even a single spit of blood...she knew that the young Dali herself should not be underestimated.

Therefore, put aside all the special thoughts, there is nothing wrong in being an ordinary Jaina, but the extraordinary Arthas is destined... The two Frostmourne are similar magic swords.

She and the Lich King were destined not to stay together for long. They had already communicated with each other, just like Arthas and Jaina working together to kill Diceroc.

However, during this period, Purple Jaina could not guess why the communication between the other her and Arthas was so smooth, and there seemed to be not much gap.

Only the smooth communication between the two can allow Arthas to "see through" Diseloc's attack pattern, defeat the enemy with one blow, end Diseloc's life in a few moves, and take away the demon's soul.

The powerful Jaina, who was at the Grandmaster level at a distance, and whose temporarily increased combat power taught her and the Lich King a vivid lesson...

Sensing her other self's sneak glance, Dalijaina said, "Why are you looking at me so seriously? It's not like I don't like you."

Proudly showing her slightly larger sandbag fist, Dalijaina said: "Don't like your sister. I...you, my sister! You can't compare to me."

"I am a married woman named Jaina. I am not attracted by those beautiful women out there. I just like to see the differences between different women."

Hearing these words, Proudmoore and his daughter clenched their fists. While Osmar and other soldiers were on guard against the incoming army of the undead, they did not forget to whistle in their hearts, watching the gossip about the two royal families, they felt unexpectedly happy!

"Jaina Proudmoore, no one can save you today!"

Before the father and daughter finished their words, three generations of Proudmoore came into battle together, aiming their fists at the confident and strong young woman... Proudmoore, the granddaughter, who was holding her mother Proudmoore, had big eyes full of confusion.

In fact, she was used to it, but she wanted to calmly watch her father's life-and-death battle... Well, it was okay to watch her thick-skinned mother get beaten, so she could just treat it as an extra program.

"Osmar Garithos: We are here to save Dalaran, not to watch a show. What is going on?"

"Uther: Is there no one who cares about me? I have been punching myself in silence, but I am a little reluctant to do it."

"Don't even think about opening the door. It's dangerous here. This is not the time for your mother to come here!"

"Stop hitting me, Father, it hurts!"

Shaking her hands, Gianna teased, "You're really tough. My hands are a little sore now."

With eyes wide open, Jaina pointed at herself and said, "I'm telling you, if you dare to use fel energy, I will use all kinds of magic to deal with you!"

"You're not even a great wizard, why do you think your crude magic can be better than mine!"

"If you have the guts, fight me with real weapons, and I'll tell you what a Grandmaster Mage is!"

Turning to look at the live feed, Christina interrupted, "Mom, do you know that sometimes you are not likable and are prone to getting beaten? You need to change your temper."

"Um, Christina, are you?!"

"How can my daughter be bullied by you like this? As her mother with the same name, I, Jaina Proudmoore, will never allow it!"

"Is that your daughter? That's clearly my Jaina Proudmoore's cub!"

Wow, hulululu, clasped hands, glared at each other, and spoke to each other, the two of them just couldn't accept each other!

Because of Christina's truthful words, the two Jainas fell into a stalemate in the duel again, but this was also their last entertainment, and the happy time was short-lived.

Looking at the pair of bickering versions of his daughter, Dai Lin raised his aching left hand to cover his eyes. He didn't want to talk anymore. There was no need to be angry. The so-called elastic skin... was actually very thick. He released holy light with his right hand to heal her.

Dali's daughter is not in tune with her tastes and has bad tastes. The devil's daughter... they are the same. Fortunately, she is not raised by Dai Lin, otherwise he would...

Oh! She is a very good granddaughter. I hope she will not be influenced by various "legends" in the future and keep her true nature, which Dai Lin believes is pure and innocent.

"Arthas Menethil, since you already know so many secrets, why do you want to stop us?"

"You should know that the coming of the Burning Legion is unstoppable no matter what you do. This is destined... Lich King."

Unlike the calm situation here, the Lich King and Tichondrius are fighting... like playing. The Lich King is obviously capable of beating the Dark Lord, but he insists on fighting for fun.

Glancing at the Paladin who was fighting two enemies alone with the help from outside the arena, the Lich King swung his sword coldly and said, "Seeing him reminded me of my past self."

After the Lich King said this, a magical scene appeared.

He raised his sword to seal Tichondrius, raised his hand to take off the Crown of Domination on his head, stood with the sword in his hand, revealing the true appearance of a white-haired but young king with his eyes closed.

As the cold wind blew, his crown dissipated with the wind, turning into strands of cold air that were injected into his armor. The black and gray skeleton armor on his body also slowly dissipated and disappeared.

A blue cloak appeared in the gap behind the armor, and it was a lighter blue than the azure cloak that Arthas remembered from the Black Dragon Cloak.

It was more in line with his impression of the prince of Lordaeron in the Age of Warriors after he ascended the Frozen Throne, the image of the blond-haired, blue-eyed prince who purified Stratholme.

However, the Frostmourne in the right hand of the Prince of Lordaeron was incompatible with the holy hammer in his memory... He wanted a skin that did not require transfiguration, even though he already had it.

The Lich King's transformation was over, and Tichondrius tore open the ice that froze him, and his heavy body fell back to the ground.

His eyes were no longer cautious and fearful as before, but extremely cold. A spear of evil energy condensed in his right hand, and the chaotic and restless evil energy calmed down, allowing him to drive it.

Under the shocked gazes of many people, Prince Arthas raised Frostmourne and pointed it at Tichondrius. Cold air spread and holy light appeared.

The voice became softer, and Prince Arthas smiled brightly and said, "Demon, let us fight with all our strength in broad daylight."

At this moment, holy light as dazzling as the sun emerged from his body. The magic sword in front of him was shrouded in the holy light, and six wings of holy light appeared behind him, blinding the female demon's eyes.

She was having a quarrel with another self and was in disbelief for a moment. She was pushed to the ground by her own force, muttering to herself.

Near the two women, Christina sat with her head in her hands, not wanting to say anything... When will a Void Paladin who plays Shadow show up?

"You are just like him, both..."

Slashing out a ray of holy light, Prince Arthas said: "No, Tichondrius, I am different from him."

When the Grand Marshal, who was rolling around non-stop, heard these words, his heart suddenly tightened. This scene really shocked him.

Raising his evil spear to block the blow, Tichondrius said: "In my eyes, you are all the same."

"The hypocritical spokesperson of the Holy Light makes me sick, Arthas Menethil."

"Hey, can you please stop attacking me indiscriminately? I'm clearly using Holy Light Flame!"

"Fighting with me, dare you be distracted?"

Waving his hand to crush a group of watching undead, the Grand Marshal said: "Varimathras, you are too weak."

"You fought me for so long, and yet I didn't get hurt at all."