The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Kel'Thuzad, just wait for me. I will come to settle the score with you later!"

After leaving a harsh remark, Arthas's complexion returned to normal and he was "carefree and at ease". He took advantage of the last sixty seconds to slip into a nearby portal that had just opened.

Above the wreckage left by Arthas, the holy flame gradually died out, and Kel'Thuzad slowly walked out from the undead army.

He stared at the road in front of him that was gradually being filled by the undead army, and couldn't help but clench his fists. There were too many surprises.

In this special situation, if there had been no guarantee from Ner'zhul, Kel'Thuzad would have been ready to abandon the undead stronghold near Dalaran the first time he saw Arthas.

The second powerful Lich King that appeared has disappeared, but Dalaran may not be captured quickly, and now the army needs to be transferred slowly.

Turning around and looking at the magical city of humans, Kel'Thuzad unclenched his fists and slowly walked into the depths of darkness.

On the other side, Arthas left the portal, raised his hand and attacked the plump part of the girl who had been reluctant to open the door for a long time. The happy time was almost over.

Didn't she ever think about what would happen if he was ambushed by the enemy before the time was up, and was seriously injured and could not be healed, and the restored Holy Flame could not be absorbed in time?

"You can't talk properly, so you have the energy to deal with me? You're asking for a fight!"

Seeing that the man was being unreasonable, Jaina took the initiative to flash behind Arthas, pressed her hands on his shoulder joints, and with two clicks, his somersault posture was wrong.

Without waiting for Arthas to cry out in pain, she raised her right hand to cover his mouth, gently pushed downward with her left hand to create some distance, released her right hand, and kicked down the powerless paladin.

In less than a minute, Arthas hit the ground with his head, leaving a small dent. The strength in his head was exhausted, and he wanted to crash backwards, but he had no chance.

"Daughter, now it's...Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Seeing the black gas floating on Arthas' shoulder being extinguished by his daughter with one hand, Daelin turned around and picked up his idle granddaughter. This was normal and smart.

Understanding why there was a bitter look on Dai Lin's face, Christina stretched out her little hands, hugged her bearded grandfather, and rubbed her bearded face to comfort him.

Huh, a breeze blew by, and the heavy paladin turned straight back ninety degrees, his face became extremely rosy, and Jaina put her hand on his shoulder again.

There were two more clicks, and the Paladin reappeared with his head held high. The big pit in front of him had become flat, and it was just the soil that originally had the breath of life... and new life would sprout in the future.

"Oh!" Arthas twisted his shoulders comfortably, as if... twisting back and forth was too boring, so he stepped into the big pit where he had buried his head before.

Crack, crack, crack! The ground is cracking.

Rumble, rumble, a box of earth slowly rises.

Whoosh, whoosh, the wind blade quickly scraped the soil box.

In the time it took to blink a few times, a large ochre table with a topographic map on it appeared in front of the generals. This was the magic of the two elements of earth and wind.

The rolling dust was lowered by the wind pressure and merged with the earth again. Nothing that would cause eye pain entered the human eye. The force of control was very good and unhurried.

Because of the quiet environment created by the cooperation between Arthas and Jaina, someone suddenly interrupted with a very solemn voice.

"Okay, we have repelled the Undead Scourge for now, but we don't have much time to waste."

The paladin, whose appearance changed drastically in an instant, took three steps forward, walked to the big table and said in a deep voice: "Since we have no more minor problems than before, let's get down to business now."

"The critical situation in Dalaran has not been alleviated much. In less than an hour, we have united as one, but the progress is still too slow."

After hearing what Arthas said, Osmar and other generals retreated a long way into the distance, leaving a slightly empty "buffer zone" between the two armies.

They had been confronting the Undead Army for so long, fighting and retreating... Whether in the north, south, east or west, none of their lines could achieve such results.

It’s not that the Undead haven’t been killed before, but six of their top generals died in this accident alone. They were demigods and legends, not just random skeleton soldiers on the roadside.

Although the process was tortuous and bizarre, the final result was truly surprising... In less than an hour, the time for humans to counterattack the undead came so quickly?

Without paying attention to what the others were thinking, Arthas said: "In order to rescue all the people trapped in Lordaeron more quickly, we must save Dalaran as quickly as possible."

"With the help of many elite mages in Dalaran, we can reach the various strongholds of the Scourge in the Alliance as quickly as possible."

"At this time, we can launch devastating attacks on all the undead strongholds within the alliance or rescue the alliance citizens trapped nearby."

Arthas tapped the table with his fingers, reminding everyone to focus their attention: "The enemy forces around Dalaran are clearly deployed on this map."

"After this battle just now, do you dare to follow me to defeat these undead spirits?"

"I see that you are all eager to fight, why don't we..."

After being punched on the head, Arthas showed no extra expression, but stood with his hands behind his back... and by the way, he pulled out his right hand and pointed at the arrow on the map.

"Please rest assured, our ground forces are invincible. We can wipe out the dragons in the sky and bury all the spiders underground."

Hearing this boast, the group of people looked at each other... Osmar raised his battle axe and chopped it down on the table.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the axe was stuck in a castle in Dalaran and could not be pulled out. Arthas did not expect that someone would...

"Your Highness Arthas, I, Osmar Garithos, invite you to fight!"

Osmar did not intend to obey the king's secret order and planned to compete with Arthas for merit.

After so many years of hard work, my military rank has become grand marshal, but my title has not been raised much, so I will continue to work in the army.

In the midst of war, so many foolish Lordaeron nobles have betrayed humanity, and it is time to be promoted to the title of nobility.

Regardless of anything else, just looking at the battle record, His Royal Highness Prince Arthas Menethil can indeed fight against a demigod!

"The Undead are already showing signs of weakness, but our army has been resting for a long time. The situation is favorable to us."

"Your Highness, this is a great opportunity. I agree with you that it is time to destroy the Undead Scourge."

Hearing this, Arthas looked carefully at Marshal Garithos, and his fixed impression was shattered again.

He originally thought that the biggest obstacle to this trip would be the Grand Marshal warlord, but he did not expect that the future warlord of Lordaeron would actually be one of his own, his own in capital letters.

All signs have shown that Arthas Menethil is not the person Garithos knows... Well, hurry up, change tactics, it's time to go back with the axe.

"Your Highness, I have always believed that everyone is ready for a decisive battle, and now is the time."

Feeling his lips were a little chapped, Osmar said: "I am willing to be your pioneer, to serve you at all times and to be at your service."

"Of course, my... Lordaeron's army is waiting for your order and will follow you to destroy the Scourge."

Seeing that Grand Marshal Garithos had put away his axe and was determined to do so, Arthas said: "After more than three weeks of consideration, I believe that I am not worthy of being the prince of Lordaeron."

"The dead and demons invaded our country, but I could do nothing. I feel deeply guilty."

"But now it seems that I am worthy of being the Grand Marshal of Lordaeron's army, leading everyone to destroy the Scourge."

"I feel deeply that my responsibility is great. Our army of Lordaeron... the army of the Alliance is sworn to save the people of the Alliance. Does anyone object?"

After listening carefully and confirming that Arthas was not wrong, the generals around him looked at each other, then at Daelin and Osmar, and made a decision.

The next second, all the generals saluted and said, "Grand Marshal Alsace is right. We will obey the Grand Marshal's orders."

"We must obey the orders of the Grand Marshal, for the sake of the alliance!"

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"With the Grand Marshal's plan, the Undead Scourge is nothing to fear. They are just the broken bones of Grand Marshal Arthas."

Amid the crowd's praises for the Grand Marshal, Arthas looked at Jaina with a smile, feeling proud of her.

In fact, Arthas knew very well that this Grand Marshal was not that Grand Marshal, but Grand Marshal Jaina.

Look at Grand Marshal Jaina, as he converses with Uthmar, drawing on his two powers and transforming them into frost arcane power.

She gestured with her hands and condensed an ice crystal out of thin air. After a simple mark, she gave each person a task ice crystal.

It records in detail what they need to pay attention to, such as what to do when encountering a spider demon, and all they mainly need to do is... divide enough soldiers and march in step!

Even the demigod Tichondrius is gone, how long can the demigod Ner'zhul last? He will just stay in the Frozen Throne and wait for his death!

During this short period of boasting, the generals finally read through the mission requirements, the direction of attack, and what to do after saving Dalaran.

Picking up the newly drawn map for Jaina, Arthas pressed down the large table with many markings left by Proudmoore and his daughter, and returned it to its original state after completing its mission.

After Jaina started making a portable map for everyone, Arthas clapped his hands and said, "Now, it's almost time for us to get ready."

"Under the protection of the Holy Light, I have almost recovered. I will lead the way!"

Following Arthas' words, Daelin said, "Since Marshal Arthas is determined to fight for the position of vanguard, we don't need to persuade him anymore, nor do we need to fight for him anymore."

"The Grand Marshal has his own considerations. Everyone has seen the power of the Holy Light. A miracle has already occurred."

"Warriors, return to your positions and prepare to attack the Scourge besieging Dalaran."

"I obey your orders, Admiral."

After receiving Dai Lin's order, except for a few occupied people such as Osmar, the rest of the generals took on the task of commanding the army and returned to their posts.

After the general left, Jaina looked at her daughter who was leaning on Daelin's shoulder and said, "Good girl, Christina, do you want to go home?"

Seeing that Jaina was so sensible, Christina folded her hands, dived into the portal, and returned to her nest near the two women who were still busy.

Quietly pulling up the quilt, Christina left a note hanging by the bed to remind both of them, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

There was a milky aroma floating in the air, which made her fall asleep quickly. The two busy women were munching on a sweet steamed bun, leisurely.

Since no one came to pick up the goods, the two of them thought it would be a good idea to enjoy it for a while... seeing what they had made, they could eat it if they wanted to, and drink some milk oatmeal porridge at the same time.

Outside, Daelin looked at his carefree daughter and asked, "Jaina, are you sure Arthas can really hold on?"

"The battlefield is no joke. If you get tired and fight an enemy like the Undead, you might end up... dying if you're not careful."

"Father, the demigod is dead. I have the Black Dragon of the Admiral who can destroy the army of the undead."

"Since last time... Okay, he should have about two hours of super strength today... Okay, a burst of energy for a while is not a big deal..."

After being hit by the hammer three times in a row, Jaina said, "Please... don't hit him, he has a lot of energy."