The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In the dark night, one after another green and yellow flint broke through the air and fell, creating one pit after another in the Silver Pine Forest. The forest and the earth seemed to be wailing.

Guluogugong, gulp, gulp, the sound of heavy objects rolling became more and more rapid in the chaotic rain, no longer having the slightly rhythmic beat from before, and none of the fel fire arrows hit the target.

At this time, a man who was rolling left and right finally did not scratch the soft ground. He inserted the halberd in his hand deeply into the wet soil and held the halberd tightly in silence.

The man steadied his breath and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, my princess, I don't know what it feels like to be physically exhausted!"

On the other side, seeing the knight being so stubborn, Jaina covered her heart with her left hand... She gave in again and prepared to find someone to ruthlessly pack up the demon.

Without paying any attention to the hellfire surging around him, Arthas stood up from half-kneeling, took his right hand away from the halberd, firmly grasped the crystal blue magic ball above his head, and quickly put it into the ring.

"Nathrezim, you... you are haunting."

Tearing the space apart with one hand, the Dreadlord said, "Haha, I hope your mouth will be as hard as it is now, Arthas Menethil."

"As you wish, my whole body will be as hard as it is now... I will definitely become even harder, nameless Nathrezim!"

Everything that needed to be said had been said. Now it was time to deal with the enemies around. Arthas threw the halberd in his left hand upwards and used the power of Menethil to catch the dark green beam of light.

If the evil guest who came from afar wants to destroy the hidden locator, he has to get through him. Sneak attacks and gang beatings are not the behavior of true gentlemen. The Dreadlord is despicable and shameless!

The evil guest specifically picked the time when Arthas did not have strong and sustained legendary power and launched a fierce counterattack. It was the Lich King who killed Tichondrius and other Nathrezim. What does this have to do with him, the Grand Marshal of the Allied Forces?

Clang! Arthas used both hands to smooth the shaking shaft of the Dragon Head Halberd. While rotating the shaft, he also took the opportunity to block the fel energy fireballs that were continuously shooting at him.

Sweeping across the hellfire in all directions, hellhounds... enchanting and charming succubus sister, succubus sister... slutty bitch! Red skin or green skin... demon guards, Arthas raised his hand and stroked the golden hair on his forehead, revealing a free and easy smile.

"It's just the death of a few demons, but you guys are giving me such a big honor. I really feel... honored!"

As he spoke, Arthas waved his dragon-headed halberd to block the attacks from the surrounding Burning Legion. All that came into view were shadows of the halberd.

Whoosh, whoosh, as the number of rotations increased, the power of Menethil became shorter and shorter, until it shrank into a blade that spewed out flames.

Standing with sword in hand, Arthas said: "By the Light, demons, let us fight to our heart's content!"

The crimson holy light descended, and with his feet on the molten flames, the ground beneath his feet only moved slightly, and Arthas rushed towards the coquettish demon.

In the moment of life and death, all the demons without armor are here to sacrifice their swords for him, including the little ghosts who block his way!

Wow! Facing the fierce attack of the Nathrezim, Arthas successfully slashed with a sword, sending this group of resources... Death and Holy Light resisted the evil energy.

He was no longer a triple legend, but a double grandmaster. The Nathrezim slapped him with a claw, fast, accurate and ruthless... and it just caught the Holy Sword of the Scorching Sun.

It was still a temporary confrontation between evil energy, death and holy light, and the demon guards holding halberds rushed towards the humans fighting with the leader, with green evil energy boiling in their eyes.

Faced with the violent attacks of this group of people who overestimated their own strength... and their fel halberds, Arthas had to defend as much as possible, and he happened to be an expert at defense.

Don't ask, the answer is that I was beaten too many times.

The wrath of the warden is not something a mere jailer can bear, so it's an instinctive reaction.

At the same time, various complex and chaotic evil energy spells such as whipping, evil fire, burning, etc. from demons attacked humans, causing the protective energy around Arthas to continue to break.

"Arthas Menethil, you will die here before your reinforcements arrive!"

Seeing the claws of fel energy overwhelm the holy sword and reach his chest, Arthas groaned and made a decision that followed his heart for the second time that day... in less than twenty-four hours.

Not only did he forget to call for help, he was also unsure when Jaina would arrive, and the dreadlord before him was a little too strong.

After reading all the teasing messages, Arthas decided to give it a try. If it doesn't work, he will save the game and prepare... Wait, I still have a trump card, so I don't have to rely on luck...

"Damn Brian! Damn Magni!! Keeping me in Ironforge all this time!!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, an angry dwarf descended, with a blue crown on his head and empty hands, appearing on the land near Arthas.

It seems that Arthas's face is not so dark, and he directly summoned a Muradin.

But his blue armor seemed very familiar to Arthas, who was struggling to hold on. Wasn't it just the Wrath of the Lich King version with the horned helmet removed and replaced with a crown... the Council of Three Hammers version?

Without thinking about which period of the Council of Three Hammers this was, Arthas said, "Master Muradin, take the hammer!"

Hearing this, Muradin clenched his fists, ready to punch at any time... Suddenly, he saw a dragon-headed hammer, a little longer, falling in front of him, blocking the chaotic fel energy attack.

As for this apprentice who had changed so much? Muradin was about to speak, but Arthas said, "Forget it, I think the sword is still more useful."

Seeing the hammer suddenly transform into a flaming sword with a dragon head hilt, Muradin quickly drew out the sword, jumped on the ground, and his body suddenly grew larger.

"I don't know what's going on, but if I encounter a demon... Anacelon, I will take action!"

"Oh, you are Anetheron, it really makes me... look at the sword!"

With Muradin's help, Arthas' hands were burning with holy flames, and he held the sword in a striking posture, pointing the sword at Anetheron's face.

"Hmph." With a sudden vibration of his wings, Anaselon instantly rose high, casting a finger of evil energy to blast the holy sword while raising his hand to pinch the body of the dragon sword.

Boom, the demon bat wings vibrated again, Anaselon flashed behind a demon guard, and a dark green door opened quietly.

"Arthas Menethil, I will wait for you in the ruins of Lordaeron."

With another wave of fel energy, Anetheron slowly retreated into the portal and said, "If you really want to regain your kingdom, you must defeat me."

"Meitri Felblade, kill them."

With a group of demon guards, Metri opened his ferocious mouth and said, "As you wish, Lord Anetheron."

"Devil, I'm going to chop off your heads today!"

Seeing so many demons forming a circle, Muradin showed no fear. He leaped towards the enemy and wielded the Flame Whirlwind.

He remembered the battle against demons... many years ago, in which many familiar people died on the Broken Shore, as well as in the subsequent wars.

However, just behind Muradin, a gust of wind blew up, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared directly at the portal that was about to close.

The next second, the hunter's instinct moved, and the fiery red moon blades in both hands were burning with holy flames, filling the Glaive of Azzinoth.

"Demons! I, Judian Stormrage, fight demons!"

As he spoke, the wingless demon hunter's exposed upper body was covered with blood-red magic patterns surging like blood.

However, wearing a black eye mask, he arrived in front of the portal in an instant and slashed to the left and right with the blade.

The moment the portal closed, a cross of red blades flashed and easily cut through the black armor on Anaselon's chest, and dark green fel blood flowed out.

"Hmph, the next time we meet, it will be time for you to die, Anaselon."

After stabbing Anetheron twice, the demon hunter took a step and left the closed fel energy portal, allowing the angry demon to leave injured.

Then, he flashed and appeared in the middle of a group of succubi... only to find that another portal had opened, so he used the succubi to lead the charge.

As he swung his double blades to chop off the demon's head, the demon hunter said coldly: "Dwarf, don't let these evil enemies go."

Muradin, who was fighting with Metri, became even angrier when he heard this.

"Night elf, you underestimate me!"

The next moment, he simply swung a sword as fast as lightning and cut off the head of the leader of the demon guards, but the anger in Long Jian's body did not decrease.

In a state of rage, the little giant Muradin swung the dragon sword again, and the sharp angry sword went straight through the bodies of a group of demons.

Demons without top-notch combat power are nothing but a group of chickens and dogs in front of the Hill King, who is at the peak of physical strength. They can all be killed with a few whirlwind moves.

At the same time, arcane magic of various colors fell from the sky, accurately striking the surrounding demons. The efficiency of the magic was faster than the speed of the slashing.

Swoosh! Raising her hand to attract the flames, Jaina threw the flames directly, burning a group of unbearable debris.

Flashing to the side of the demon hunter, Jaina pressed his shoulder and said, "Have you had enough fun, demon hunter?"

"Arthas Menethil, do you want to change back yourself, or do you want me to help you change back?"

Putting down the moon blade, the demon hunter tapped his own forehead, and in the blink of an eye he turned back into the body of the blond-haired, black-armored Grand Marshal.

There was not a trace of blood on his body, only the still shiny black dragon armor, and the holy flame dragon heads burning on his shoulders seemed never to go out.

Reaching out his right arm and wrapping it around the woman's waist, Arthas said, "Jaina, you know me."

"No matter when or where, I will always obey only your orders, Proudmoore, and do my best to fulfill your wishes."

A white flower suddenly appeared in his left hand, and Arthas said, "In this silent night, only a jasmine flower is worthy of your noble status."

Sniffing the fragrance of the flowers, Jaina asked, "Did you pick them not long ago?"

"Of course, my princess, I just picked it not long ago."

After a quick inspection, Jaina accepted the flower and said, "Well, next time, can you get more?"

"Of course, just like you quickly brought people to rescue me, I have already done it."

The ring on his left hand flashed, and Arthas conjured up a bundle in front of Jaina... a bunch of white jasmine flowers, with a very strong meaning of "You are mine".

Seeing this scene, Kael'thas, one of the legends who came to rescue, twitched his mouth and wanted to spread his hands and refuse.

Arthas Menethil, I don't like Jaina Proudmoore, especially the two of you, I don't like you very much.

But, fighting... fighting the undead and demons, I still like you two, like a flower...

"Muradin, I didn't expect you to have withdrawn from Northrend."

"I believe Magni and Brian in Ironforge will be very happy to see that you are safe and sound."

After hearing what Daelin said, Muradin looked at the dragon sword in his hand... he stuck the sword into the ground and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Seeing Arthas was strange enough, but he didn't expect to see these old friends again.

Admiral Daelin, Kirin Tor Speaker Antonidas, Prince Kael'thas of Quel'Thalas, the blond Lord Commander of the Navy, and... well, Drendon, the living Archmage Drendon.

No, he hadn't disappeared a long time ago... No, he was clearly in Dalaran... Because of the sudden pain, Muradin couldn't help but cover his head and his breathing became more rapid.

"Holy Light, bestow your blessing!"