The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Even if someone is not someone, or even if it is someone, some small actions will always make that person remember them deeply.

"Ah... my dear disciple, I know it's you... stop it now..."

"Humph, I really don't want to bother with you, an old man, anymore, huh!"

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When Jaina was pulling out Antonidas's white beard, the buried Arthas dug his claws into the ground, and flipped over to the ground wearing... a flame dragon head shoulder armor.

At this time, the two prince adjutants who had been prepared for a long time came to Arthas' side, holding torches on the left and right, guarding the marshal.

Seeing the expected thing and the unexpected person, Falric and Marvien said nothing.

Like door gods, this is the state of the two brothers at this moment. Marshal Jaina’s judgment was wrong, this is what the two brothers are thinking at this moment.

Arthas raised his right palm to the sky, and threw away some of his habits, saying: "Soldiers of the Alliance, tonight we will recapture Silverpine Forest!"

"Any undead scourge hiding there will be no chance of escaping our sharp blades, and our families there will also be saved."

"Holy Light, do you have the confidence to go with me?!"

When the crimson holy light fell and other Alliance soldiers were preparing to respond, the Red Army, who had received orders from the Grand Marshal, marched out in an untidy but orderly pace, blocking some Alliance soldiers from responding to Arthas.

The soldiers at the edge of their ranks raised the special torches in their right hands, and the crimson holy light lit them up one by one, making the place where the alliance soldiers gathered brighter and redder.

Seeing that his men were indeed the elite carefully selected by his deputy marshal and two adjutants, Arthas's expression became extremely steady.

Taking a torch from Jackson and lighting it, Arthas said loudly: "I feel it, I see it!"

"I know that everyone is unwilling in their hearts and thinks that I am too cruel and ruthless, but I will prove it to you tonight!"

"Your still immature ideas about me, Arthas Menethil, are really outdated!"

"It's been a month since we last met, but it feels like ten years have passed. I am suffering from the pain in my heart all the time!"

"While fighting against the endless undead in Northrend, I pondered over why Lordaeron fell so easily!"

At this moment, Bantner and Jackson were pushing a cart... In the crimson firelight, it was a mud cart with the flag of the Red People's Army, a work of exquisite craftsmanship made of natural materials.

At this moment, some alliance soldiers couldn't help but reveal puzzled looks in their eyes... Many soldiers had different expressions, and if you didn't look closely, you had no idea what they were thinking.

Opening the lid of one of the carts of warm things that Bantner brought, Arthas said, "Just yesterday, the Supreme Holy Light gave me a revelation!"

When Arthas shouted "holy light", beams of crimson light suddenly descended from the darkness, covering the generals in the front of the team, such as Daelin and Osmar.

"Because of this revelation, I gave up leading the army westward to Northrend, and instead returned to the Eastern Kingdoms with the people who believed in me."

"I am from Lordaeron, I am a member of the Alliance. As a prince of a country, I did not stand by you in your time of crisis. It is my fault, Arthas Menethil!"

Hearing these words, the few thousand Red Army soldiers all opened the oatmeal porridge and steamed buns that the sleeping mother and daughter had carefully prepared during the day.

The aroma of milk and flour emerged, and the steaming appearance attracted countless "professional" soldiers, including young people and old veterans of all ages.

It's just routine work, is this the only money you get for this nighttime operation?

Don’t think that any new and novel thing can be... Starting with steamed buns, many alliance soldiers, including Osmar, couldn’t understand it and just gave it away... Some people hid it in their hearts and clenched their fists.

Watching everyone starting to get their dinner, Arthas produced a bowl that he had used and washed countless times. It was an extra glass he had brought when he got a drink one of his times... There seemed to be a lot of similar ones in the small warehouse.

After scooping up a bowl of warming porridge and drinking it, Arthas said, "It's late at night, let's eat some noodles and drink some hot porridge to warm our stomachs!"

"I know what you want to say, but please calm down and listen to me slowly."

As he said this, Arthas's dragon eyes swept across the torch lieutenants on both sides, and he inserted the torches in his hands into the mud cart.

Without the interference of the two torch lieutenants, he was able to stabilize the situation single-handedly and made all the soldiers listen carefully, without causing any incident of His Majesty's ascension to the throne midway.

Putting down the bowl, Arthas said: "We don't have much time, soldiers of the Alliance!"

"Our relatives and friends are in a place where the dead gather. We must seize the time we can to save them from the undead monsters!"

"Now, thanks to our bloody battle today, the main force of the Undead Scourge has retreated. The Holy Light has told me that the Undead monsters are afraid of the indomitable will of all of us!"

At this time, the dazzling crimson holy light descending from the sky all merged into one, and they turned into a fiery red sun in the sky, illuminating the dark sky here, and reflecting the thousands of fire lights below.

In the warm firelight, some clenched fists or heartstrings couldn't help but relax, and some people's expressions became a little complicated.

What's the point? Isn't that what they are here for? They have already made the corresponding decisions, although some of the contents are different from what Arthas said.

Seeing that the soldiers were attracted, Arthas did not pay attention to the wrongdoing of the left and right torch adjutants and continued to speak: "Our relatives and friends are in this darkness."

"All we can do is to be like the torches in our hands, like the holy sun that temporarily condenses in the sky, so that our loved ones and friends can see the light and escape the endless constraints of the long dark night."

"Some of them are fighting undead monsters and death, some of them are starving and freezing in the wilderness or forests, and some of them are worried about our safety... There are too many."

After a pause and a moment of silence, Arthas said, "I only know that we are soldiers who can protect their safety."

"The goal of defending our country may be too far away for some of you, but I want to convey a personal thought to all of you."

"I don't want to wait and watch the land filled with grief, deathly silence, empty houses, or even worse disasters. I want to do my best to stop the disaster."

"I can't wait that long, and I'm committed to all of you, regardless of your doubts."

With his left hand, he raised the torch stuck in the small earthen frame and said, "I swear to you in the name of Arthas Menethil that after tonight, those who are still willing to follow me to save the victims and those who are willing to abide by the rules I set will be rewarded."

"Before I leave this world, I will make sure to do everything in my power to protect the basic rights that everyone should have and meet the life needs that everyone should have in my eyes."

"No one will become cannon fodder, or be forced to be abandoned to win the victory. I will lead everyone to welcome the arrival of the final victory!"

"If anyone unfortunately dies in battle, then I will bear witness to the victory with your remaining glory, and your name will become part of the many names on the monument to the heroes who died bravely on your behalf...including me."

"I believe that the names of all the heroes who sacrificed their lives must be remembered by history, unless there are people who survive in this world who don't need heroes!"

The fiery red light before him seemed to solidify into a physical entity, and Arthas shouted, "Now that I have fulfilled my promise, I would like to ask all of you a question."

"Do you dare to follow me to destroy the undead that invaded our home?!"

Among the Alliance soldiers in front of Arthas, some people couldn't help but raise their spears, swords... their own weapons when they heard these words, but Arthas' voice came over them again, leaving them speechless.

"Do you dare to follow me to fight against the demons that are planning our lives?!"

"Do you dare to join me in saving those suffering people?!"

"Do you dare to believe what I, Arthas Menethil, said?!"

Looking directly at the Alliance soldiers in front of him, Arthas clenched his right fist to his chest and said, "I have said so much and wasted a lot of time! I just want to tell all of you three things! Give you a mental preparation!!!"

"First of all, anyone who wants to follow me must obey all my orders! I will not accept any objections!!"

"The second thing is, those who don't want to follow me should return to their original positions. I don't blame any of you, but don't look so bitter when you see the main distribution of the people who follow me after the victory! Use your connections to find someone to share a piece of the pie!!"

Without stopping, Arthas shouted in a thunderous voice: "One last thing, we are not fighting for our own selfish desires! We are not fighting to burn, kill and loot!! We are only fighting for the people we want to protect!!!"

With a clang, Arthas suddenly put down the torch in his left hand, formed a palm with his right hand, and suddenly pulled out the Holy Sword of the Scorching Sun and raised it high, saying: "I have one last question for everyone! Do you have the confidence to do this with me?! I will never regret it even if I die!!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the alliance soldiers waited for a blink of an eye and finally confirmed that the rumbling thunder in their ears had stopped.

A slightly...some Alliance soldiers of different ages raised their weapons, or held high the yellow and red torches in their hands, looking with determined eyes at the person in front of them who was holding up a flaming sword.

"Arthas Menethil, I, Jeff Lake, am willing to follow you and fight for the people!"

"Arthas Menethil, I, Andrea Mitris, am willing to follow you and fight for the people!"

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"Arthas Menethil, I, Caitlin Ruinwevor, am willing to follow you and fight for the people!"

"Arthas Menethil, I, Gryan Stoutmantle, am willing to follow you and fight for the people!"

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"Arthas Menethil, I, Othmar Garithos, am willing to follow you and fight for the people!"

Seeing all the soldiers shouting in unison, Osmar also raised his battle axe and loudly responded to Arthas' call.

"Arthas Menethil, I, Daelin Proudmoore, am willing to follow you and fight for the people!"

Finally, Dai Lin also drew out his sword and raised it high, responding in a deep voice.

During this pre-war speech, the Alliance soldiers saw Arthas's passionate look, and some of them looked at the things in their hands and then at the red sun above their heads.

Many people don't understand why the prince said so much and why he did this.

In their opinion, some things don't need to be said like this. Just look carefully at the torches in the hands of the two torch lieutenants.

Falrick on the left, show some mercy.

Marwyn on the right, don't be too radical.

The sharp-eyed Alliance soldiers saw what the two torch lieutenants held... plus the admiral who had repeatedly shook his head and sighed before, some Alliance soldiers had guessed something.

The admiral thought of a way to stop Arthas's problem. This method seemed to have no effect, but it seemed to have some hidden effect.

Seeing this group of Alliance soldiers, Arthas rubbed his throat and said, "Very good, next, please invite Jaina Proudmoore to distribute task manuals to everyone."