The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

With a click, a huge pitch-black and fiery red rune claw gently closed, and a bone-winged undead with empty eyes was no longer recognizable.

The dragon's palm was released, and a cloud of scattered dust fell, with sparks appearing along the way. The holy flame further purified the skeleton of the undead griffin and returned it to the earth.

The griffins that were already soaring in the sky would also... look around the sky and see no undead souls. The Holy Flame Black Dragon flapped its wings and flew towards Dalaran below.

Red light spread all over the earth, and half of the sun had already set. The Holy Flame Black Dragon that had destroyed countless undead souls was no longer making any dragon roars in the sunset. Instead, its figure was gradually shrinking.

Whoosh, whoosh, the knight in black dragon armor was spinning in the air, like a high-speed spinning top, and came in front of the white-bearded old man with a ruddy face. The barrier of Dalaran could not stop him.

In the blink of an eye, the black-scaled boots landed steadily on the ground, the whirlwind stopped, and a black cloak with a gold-rimmed black dragon was pulled open by its owner with one hand, fluttering in the wind behind its owner.

Arthas straightened his chest and stretched out his dragon-scale gauntlets, saying, "Now is the time for our alliance to strike back at the undead. Why is the Speaker of the Kirin Tor hiding in the barrier?"

"I could feel it before, and now I see with my own eyes the people of Dalaran's attitude towards the undead..."

Boom! A magic wand hit Arthas's crown. Archmage Antonidas had just drunk a bottle of mana restoration potion.

Before his long, thick white beard had even grown, he had already used the magic power that had recently appeared in his body for enhancement, using up all of the little strength he had recovered.

Although Antonidas had not yet figured out what was going on with the two children who crossed the west, he only needed to confirm one thing.

The weird knight in front of him whose tone and aura are seriously inconsistent is Arthas Menethil. Just hit him with a stick to test his quality.

"Yeah." Ignoring the magic wand in front of him, Arthas raised his hand and twisted his neck, then raised his hand to release a holy flame, burning all the broken glass nearby.

The old man had a bad temper and he actually broke the bottle while taking a sip of the potion.

Stroking his chin, Arthas said, "Okay, I understand. I will heal you right away... Holy Light!"

Boom! The suddenly appearing crimson holy light passed through the barrier of Dalaran and landed on the old man whose beard was about to blow up, forcing the beard to droop again.

Looking at Master Antonidas bathed in holy light, Arthas offered blessings on behalf of Antonidas's unfilial female apprentice.

The blessing of Holy Light is absolutely... in the human world... Arthas took a deep breath in his heart. Why did he feel that Antonidas was even angrier?

With a polite smile on his face as he showed respect to his elders, Arthas stretched out his right hand, pressed the wand, and slowly raised it upwards. He had no choice but to raise it.

At the moment when the crimson holy light was about to dissipate, Arthas said: "Your Excellency Speaker of the Kirin Tor, I come to pay my respects to you on behalf of Jaina Proudmoore."

"After this long journey across the sea, she missed you and sent me..."

"Arthas Menethil, didn't you call me Master before?"

With his wand on his back, Antonidas revealed a tornado of ice and said, "Since you and my disciple have established that kind of relationship, why do we need to address each other in this way?"

"I've said it before, the prophecy made by the crow prophet is misleading."

"As long as we are united, why should we fear the Scourge? As for me... I would have been expelled from Dalaran long ago and joined the evil monsters."

After throwing out the tornado, Antonidas turned around and said without blinking, "So, my disciple."

"Arthas Menethil, what is the matter that has brought you to me?"

Tearing the ice apart with one hand, Arthas said calmly, "Master Antonidas, don't hesitate any longer."

"That undead creature that went wild with a little power, the founder of the Cult of the Damned, the lich Kel'Thuzad, has escaped."

"Although I don't understand how he managed to escape silently under Jaina's calculations and 'surveillance', but Jaina had already figured out his character without him knowing."

When it comes to the word "surveillance", Arthas' voice became a little higher. Without waiting for Antonidas and others to ask Jaina how she did it, he continued talking on his own, and Derenden's hand moved.

"After my careful investigation, I understand the meaning of what Jaina left me before, 'Kel'Thuzad has a master'. He must have been rescued by his mysterious master."

"Now, with your reminder, Master, I guess... Jaina must have caught the escaped human traitor and led the Alliance army here."

Arthas seemed to be getting better as he said this, and he emphasized again: "Master Antonidas, Archmage Drendon, we don't have time to hesitate any longer!"

"In order to join forces with the Alliance army and resolve the hidden dangers of demons and undead in the Eastern Kingdoms, we in Dalaran must seize the initiative and reach the assembly point first."

"Let us be full of spirit, let us be..."

In the next room, Drenden had been silent for a long time. In his field of vision, his master, the Prince of Lordaeron, who was barely listening attentively, became more and more... He stopped stroking his long beard and gave him a blow on the head, showing his strict teacher style.

There was another thud, and Antonidas found that Arthas did not feel any pain... On the surface, this crown was just a showpiece, an application of illusion or transfiguration.

He was the most knowledgeable among humans. He had a sudden feeling about the man in front of him whose whole head was covered in a helmet...whose spell was it? Even if he wanted to cast a spell to solve it, he couldn't do it immediately...Derenden's left and right hands moved for an unknown period of time.

"Master Antonidas, if you insist on removing the 'blessing' that Jaina has placed on me, you will definitely regret it."

Raising his hand to move the wand away, Arthas whispered: "Some things are best not allowed to appear in the world, otherwise I don't know how you will end up in the future."

"Of course, it's not impossible for you to untie it, but I don't know if you can guarantee it later... I believe that you definitely don't want Jaina to cry helplessly in your arms."

"Listen to your disciple... I'm just giving you some advice. I'm really worried that your heart can't accept it. Can we not do this kind of thing and give me some privacy?"

Hearing Arthas' tone change from threatening to false and sincere advice, Antonidas couldn't help but raise his wand again.

The apprentice's holy light was not without effect. Although the arcane power in her body was not restored much, her physical strength was restored a lot, so she could hit the apprentice's husband's head a few more times.

It's inexplicable... It's a bit unreasonable. The last time I heard about them, it was Kael'thas who kindly told me. Are they... some kind of disguise for someone? !

At this time, Arthas thought that his words had had a lot of effect, allowing Antonidas to retract his wand and look at him with a serious and scrutinizing gaze.

Arthas couldn't help but follow his heart when faced with this look that he had seen countless times. He pressed the back of his head with his left hand and smiled carefreely.

Thinking that the situation was going back to normal, Arthas said, "Master Antonidas, I am very sorry about this."

"I believe you know that the dilemma in Dalaran has been resolved, and Jaina actually..."

Seeing the old man holding his breath in deep thought, Arthas closed his mouth and took off the Crown of Flame.

He squatted and waited for his fate to come, because he finally understood that he had made Antonidas angry, not just ordinary angry.

For this unconventional operation, there was only silent thunder... which just happened to restrain Arthas. With Derenden's hint, he felt guilty.

Through the exaggerated gestures transmitted by Drenden, Arthas finally understood what kind of person he had offended and at what time.

First, Jaina Proudmoore betrayed him, and then he caused trouble. Antonidas was no longer the archmage he had expected.

Thanks to Archmage Drenden for the news. It's me, Arthas... am I finally here?

Raising his hand and rubbing Arthas's head, Antonidas said, "You want a bunch of us, the old, weak, sick and disabled, to accompany you to fight the undead."

"But, you know what? We are really just 'old, weak and sick', and our mana has been exhausted."

"Alas, young people nowadays...you give me this...what kind of potion is this?"

Putting down the blue potion, Arthas said respectfully: "Master Antonidas, this was made by Jaina."

"I don't know the exact name, but this potion has a miraculous effect on restoring physical strength and mana, especially mana."

"Speaking of this bottle of potion, it suddenly occurred to me... that's all. The suffering I've gone through in the past wasn't worth it."

With a bitter smile on his face, Arthas stared at Antonidas, waiting for him to ask questions.

Seeing Arthas's grievances, Antonidas narrowed his cloudy eyes, while Drenden gave Arthas a thumbs up in his heart.

The next second, Antonidas handed the recovery potion to Drenden without even looking at it, then raised his hand and pulled up Arthas.

Patting his tall apprentice on the shoulder, Antonidas said, "You have suffered so much. I never thought that Jaina would dare to test the medicine on you."

"Don't worry, Arthas, there won't be a next time."

Blowing his nose, Arthas raised his hand to wipe the tears that automatically flowed from his eyes, and nodded as if excited, inspired, or reminiscing.

Since Jaina had cheated him, then it was his turn to cheat Jaina. He believed that Jaina would get the punishment she deserved sooner or later, thanks to the loving teachings of her elders.

At this moment, Drenden saw the expression on Arthas' face... and the strength in his hands that didn't seem fake, and he became puzzled.

Could it be that Jaina really did something that cannot be spoken of?

But they were... a young couple, a happy couple, one testing drugs on the other... it shouldn't be a big deal.

While Drenden was speculating about the couple's private affairs, Arthas suddenly turned around and stomped his foot on the ground, causing broken soil to splash out.

With a kind smile, Arthas said, "Master Antonidas, since you are busy, I will take my leave now."

"Please wait for a moment. I will go and deal with the remaining undead scourge around here."

"Once I have eliminated the undead threat around Dalaran, I will bring Jaina back to visit you."

Seeing a group of ignorant undead cannon fodder coming here, Arthas angrily scolded Jaina for her incompetence in his heart, and ordered the broken earth to pass through the undead cannon fodder.

Time is not over yet, he decided not to bother the old, weak and sick... there are still some young and strong warriors inside... without saying anything, he showed his scarlet holy flame wings.

After stepping on the ground again, Arthas somersaulted into the air and stepped on a piece of mud and rocks that suddenly appeared... Many pieces of mud and rocks exploded silently, flew into the air, and turned into a dragon and left.

For some reason, the Holy Flame Black Dragon did not make any dragon roars, but left here at a very fast speed.

Sometimes, some people deserve to be beaten and should be tied up and brought before Antonidas, waiting for the loving guidance from the elders.

After Arthas left, Antonidas snatched the apprentice potion that Drenden was studying, drank it up, and left the empty bottle.

Wiping his mouth roughly with his sleeve, Antonidas said, "Archmage Drendon, what are you researching?"

"When my apprentice returns, you can study as long as you want."