The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

With a howl of pain, the cold magic sword had a rare "meal".

The soul of a demigod, although not very pure, still has a unique taste.

After accepting the magic sword, Arthas said, "Everyone, this sword is not suitable as research material."

"Although my magic sword is a little different from the other magic swords, for now, we are still mortals."

"The power that belongs to the level of a true god is not something that we mortals can explore."

"They influence our thinking and make us see the so-called truth."

"But please remember that we should not blindly believe in any 'truth'. We need to practice, not just fantasize."

Understanding the common difficulties faced by everyone, Jaina came to the rescue and said, "Arthas, stop preaching."

"Before you start talking big, you need to learn to respect it first, and practice it more."

Kneeling down on one knee and inserting his sword, Arthas said: "Jaina, you are right."

“But I still want to tell everyone, don’t copy me. You can’t learn to be an exception.”

Drawing his sword, Arthas said: "My Scourge, on behalf of the Holy Light, kill these evils!"

There was a cold light of death flickering on the ground, and holy light descended from the sky. Only the conditions of pain and comfort on earth were met.

The unique land paved the way for the Lich King, and the unique holy light healed the land. The forcibly controlled Scourge madly killed the surrounding demons.

The control from the Frozen Throne disappeared quickly after Anetheron's death, and even the spying was blocked by Jaina and others.

Click, click, click. Jaina pulled a group of mages to open many portals leading to the Alliance forces, and the blockade was no longer effective.

After opening the door, Jaina extended her hand and said, "Please enter in an orderly manner. We will see you tomorrow."

"Today's operation was completed perfectly. The remaining ones..."

After a pause, Jaina made a throat-slitting gesture and said, "Now, the enemy's elite may retreat to Quel'Thalas or Icecrown."

"Therefore, everyone must rest well today, because tomorrow is still a long day."

"Our alliance reconnaissance team will perfectly complete the reconnaissance mission and make full preparations for tomorrow's attack."

With a group of high elves, Kael'thas said: "Okay, Your Highness Jaina."

"We await your message from you and His Highness Arthas. We Quel'dorei are always ready to destroy all enemies of the Alliance."

"Whether it's the Scourge or the Burning Legion, we will obey your orders."

"With the common will of the alliance, in the name of the alliance, we will move forward fearlessly."

Taking a last look at his comrades from the three tribes around him, Kael'thas and his Prince's Guards left one by one, and the Sai Wing Brigade had been reorganized.

"Tanred, hold your head high, it's time for us to go home."

"Good disciple, work hard, the future of Dalaran is destined to be yours."

"Grand Marshal, Tyran and I are waiting in Hearthglen for the soldiers to reunite!"

"Your Highness Jaina, Dathrohan and I will return to Tyr's Hand first. Please summon us if you have anything."

……

Following Kael'thas' example, generals such as Daelin, Antonidas, Tirion and Gavinrad led their respective teams away through the portal.

Next, they still have a lot of tasks to do.

There is very little that can be accomplished in one day, so they have to speed up their actions and try to make more contributions.

No matter what the reason is, there is never a wrong way to do more.

Now is a time of great turmoil, and also a prelude to a great deal of reconstruction in the future.

Looking at the bloody battle in the distance, Jaina said: "Arthas, things seem to be going too smoothly."

"There aren't many elites here. It can even be said that there are no elites. The only unlucky legendary demon is that one."

Closing his eyes and controlling the undead, Arthas said: "It's okay. We have formed a united front of the Eastern Kingdoms."

"Although it's not complete, both offense and defense are on our side. We just need to play slowly over time."

"In the eyes of the enemy, the World Tree and the Well of Eternity are far more important than us mortals."

Pulling Arthas forward, Jaina asked, "Aren't you worried that other forces might come and muddy the waters?"

"There's nothing to worry about, and nothing to be afraid of."

"Our hidden allies, the ones who turned the tide in Stratholme, they will make sure everything is done."

Following the direction Jaina was walking, Arthas opened his eyes and said, "Now, this is our battlefield."

"The best outcome would be for the Alliance, the Scourge, and the Burning Legion to not encounter any other resistance on the battlefield."

"Whether one side wins or one side loses, they can accept it."

Slowly walking into the portal, Arthas looked towards an empty corner and smiled slightly.

"It doesn't really matter whether we come or not, what matters is the so-called change."

As these words lingered around, a humanoid shadow… an invisible dragon spread its wings and flew high, with the sands of time lingering around him.

In the same world, the dragon army did not participate in the third war. Only the living and the undead from the three continents were fighting.

There are worlds, there are viewpoints.

The world tree at the current point in time is Nordrassil, and the race living there, the Children of the Stars, have lived too long.

The night elves, the Kaldorei, have the responsibility to resist the coming disaster, and they are no longer like mortals.

The guardian dragons need to take back their power, as the two apocalyptic endings of Deathwing and End of Time are getting closer.

The guardian dragons and the demigods of the wilderness have different responsibilities. The invasion of the Burning Legion is too fast and they cannot see any clues.

Originally, they could have resurrected the ancient allies, but because the enemy's attack speed was too fast, they gave up and time was very tight.

The Old Gods who gradually emerged and the representatives of other forces promoted the coming of Archimonde. He was a necessary link.

……

There are too many viewpoints, and these are precisely conjectures and reverse deductions based on future events, the main timeline, and the best Azeroth.

However, it is the same world as the "main world".

At the node before the change occurs, the general trend is almost the same, with only the minor trends being different.

In this world, it was the guardian dragon who ostensibly took action to change the so-called "important node" of Stratholme, leading to the changes we see today.

Some stories are actually a kind of civilizational inertia, but there are still different opinions.

The sands of time hide, and a grain of sand is intercepted.

“Every time I see the throne I might sit on in the future, I often feel emotional.”

Arriving at the throne room that could collapse at any time, Arthas said, "This place is too small. Too small."

"The throne is at the bottom, Councillors...Ministers can speak to me in the pavilion or stand to my left and right."

Carrying Jaina, Arthas pushed away the obstacles on the road in a few steps and ascended the throne.

Watching the convenient magic dispel the dust on the throne, Arthas slowly sat down on the throne.

As the sun's rays from the ceiling of the throne room shone into the hall again, Arthas followed the example of his father, King Terenas.

He leaned back on the broken, but still upright throne, propped up his face with his right hand, and pointed his head at his good wife.

He looked a little lazy, but there was a magic sword standing in front of his throne, and Jaina was beside him.

"Jaina, what do you think I'll see here?"

Condensing a recliner in the air, Jaina lay down and said, "I don't know, but I still say that time will tell."

"Since that time, I haven't seen anyone else for a long, long time."

"Isn't it because of you that you have been holding on to this period of time?"

Spreading his hands helplessly, Arthas said, "Blame me. Blame me for this random chance?"

"It's not that I don't want to torture my other self, but...repeat it over and over again."

"In this process, we both gained a lot of experience in dealing with the same enemy."

"It's not that Mal'Ganis has changed drastically in terms of strength, but his personality has changed drastically. He is no longer someone I need to worry about."

Listening to the footsteps gradually coming from outside the throne room, Jaina said: "What you have been waiting for has come."

Staring at the undead army with blue flames in their eyes, Arthas held the handrails with both hands and straightened his body.

"My subjects, you have fulfilled your mission."

"Your soul is still not complete, so go find yourself and become one again."

Before he finished his words, two Death Doors were easily opened by the automatically floating Frostmourne, and the kingdom of the dead was calling for the undead.

Bang! Ka, Gu... different sounds were heard instantly, the wreckage fell to the ground, and the incomplete souls continued to pour into the two red and black doors.

“I don’t know if the painstaking channeling of my mental energy that I contributed in the other world will be counted as my merit.”

"Emperor, in the Shadow Realm, souls should be judged."

"As for how many souls will go to your side, I don't know. The Shadow Realm may also be made up of six major forces."