The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Whoo~"

Facing the morning light, the blond paladin wiped the sweat off his face, then picked up a pot of wine from his waist... and a holy contract, and began to flip through them.

Oh! It turned out to be the teachings of the Holy Light. He needed to review them all the time, and carrying them with him was the best way to praise the Holy Light.

After writing a few beautiful words praising the Holy Light on the holy covenant, Arthas closed the holy covenant with one hand, inserted it back into the groove around his waist and tied it up.

He has been to and from several worlds, and only this set of armor, which he has tried his best to protect, remains with him almost intact.

Of course, he couldn't forget the Holy Covenant, the sacred diary and prayer book that recorded his daily whereabouts.

When you have nothing to do, you can open the holy contract with one hand and summon a ray of holy light to eliminate evil and illuminate the darkness.

"Grand Marshal, the undead nearby have been eradicated by us collectively."

Waving at the one who made the noise with the knife, Arthas said, "Ashebringer, you are so powerful."

"Every time I see it, the holy sword in my hand will let out a mournful cry..."

When Arthas stopped talking, behind him, blue eyes focused, lightning flashed, the image shook, and the signal was interrupted.

A beam of holy light descended, and Arthas suppressed the nearby magic sword out of thin air and said, "In fact, it will never admit defeat until it dies."

"Old Mograine, the strongest enemies always collapse from within."

"Just like our kingdom, it has fallen to this point due to the betrayal of some treacherous people and some unspeakable reasons."

"It's time to stop talking so much and correct your attitude and speak properly."

Sheathing his sword, Arthas said to the normally connected image in front of him: "Very good, Alexandros."

"God bless you. Let's continue to use our strength, the strength of everyone, to rescue all the suffering members of the Alliance."

"No matter where we and they are, the connection between us will be as bright as the Holy Light!"

"Following the guidance of the Holy Light, the Eastern Kingdom will surely restore its former prosperity through the joint efforts of all of us!"

"Your Highness, following your orders and the teachings of Holy Light, we will definitely save all refugees!"

"That's right. Under the holy light, evil will retreat and light will last forever."

Click, the image disappeared, Jaina made the bed and pulled up the man sitting in front of her dressing mirror.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Jaina looked at her own beauty and said, "Mr. Grand Marshal, the task of connecting the war zones has been completed."

"It's almost time, go out and play by yourself, don't bother me anymore."

Opening the wooden door that blocked out the morning light, Arthas said, "Of course, beautiful lady."

"May you remain as beautiful as the sea today..."

Bang, he quickly closed the door and raised his hand to block the morning light that was shining on those in the darkness.

It was dazzling. He, a man immersed in the dark tide, had only slept for less than four hours, and the sky outside the bedroom was already so bright.

"Arthas, a break is necessary."

"Yes, mother, I wonder where our boat will drift to?"

Putting the baby on her shoulder, Catherine asked, "Where to float to? Is it okay to float a little further away from the original place?"

"Mother, you have to know that a little distance is still distance."

Pointing to the flame gate that had been open not far away, Catherine said, "Go ahead. See you tomorrow."

"No problem, see you tomorrow."

After receiving the order, Arthas raised his cloak in front of his mother-in-law and daughter and performed a mid-air roll into the goal.

"Goodbye, Dad~"

"Ah~"

He bumped headfirst into the seemingly fragile but actually hard top of the portal, and Arthas spun around a few times before being sucked away by the spiral of the flaming gate.

At the kindness of the overly powerful soldiers, Arthas was sent back to the Kul Tiras ship and given a temporary rest during the war.

What's wrong with grabbing some kills? Some people are just jealous of his endurance in combat and his ability to produce strong light that can blind the darkness.

The soldiers will obey my orders, crush those undead spirits and rescue the pitiful red-haired, blue-eyed elf beauty.

Don’t be afraid, beauties. I will send these “corrupt and lawless” soldiers to heaven. May the holy light be with you!

Apart from the victims who fainted from fright, the efficiency of the operation was... there was an extra pair of people carrying the stretcher.

It is for this reason that the evil Light of the Dead was voted to be sent to a gentle place where he could be subdued, and rest peacefully in the sea.

On the battlefield under the sunlight, a returning silver-armored paladin rolled back.

He was so passionate and powerful that it almost made people... someone just shook off the dust and still looked down on the world.

Closing the long-maintained mobile portal, Kael'thas opened his arms and said, "My dear friend, welcome."

"Eversong Forest, there's no one here, it's really hard to get used to it."

Raising his hand and clapping it against his right hand, Arthas said, "The sky is bright, the earth is day, and people are awake."

"The long dark night has passed, and Eversong Forest is still favored by the sun."

Arthas stood with his fist clenched and said, "Now, we have everything in our hands."

"Tell me, Kael'thas Sunstrider, what do you want from me?"

Taking out a blank scroll, Kael'thas said, "Look at what you said. What could it be?"

"I came here to ask you if you are interested in Holy Light..."

"It's a small matter, don't worry about it. Just wait and see. Holy Light will help me!"

Precisely controlling the golden light falling from the sky to instantly enter the blank scroll, Arthas covered his face with his left hand and made a stroke with his right hand.

A big word appeared, and the freshly-released Menethil-style Holy Light Scroll showed the power of Holy Light to the world.

Next, sparkling holy light flashed from the scroll, continuously overflowing, and gave Kael'thas a pure white scroll.

"You're welcome, brother Kyle. We're both Sass brothers."

Seeing that not a single trace of Holy Light remained, Brother Kael'thas said, "Arthas Menethil, you really do not have a talent for magic."

"No, brother Kyle, this is only temporary."

"The greatness of the arcane is deeply rooted in people's hearts. It is the power of order and can simulate the power of all things in the world."

"I, Arthas Menethil, am well versed in the principles of the arcane. I believe that in a short time, I will be able to make the Scroll of Holy Light reappear!"

The holy light that lingered in the world fell once again, and once again made the blank space return to whiteness...still so soft.

With a confident smile, Kael'thas said, "I guess you, the earth elemental magician."

"I'm a little uncomfortable with the power of the arcane, so it's only natural that I can use fireball."

Arthas crushed the fireball in his hand and said, "Go on, I'm listening."

"Like I said before, it's not a big deal."

Pointing to the far northwest, Kael'thas asked, "Northrend, when do you want to go?"

"Through the magic networks throughout Quel'Thalas, we discovered that the undead in the Eastern Kingdoms are constantly retreating."

"The rescue work for the victims is still going on, but we may not be given that much time."

With golden holy flames burning in his eyes, Arthas said, "Don't say it anymore. We have used this excuse countless times."

“Now is the time for us to unleash our collective power.”

"Although I can fight against millions of undeads alone, the power of the demigod is too strong."

Arthas looked around with his golden eyes and said, "This is the dragon's territory. Of course we have to report to them."

"The Burning Legion has returned. All races of Azeroth cannot blame each other."

"Our alliance alone cannot defeat such a powerful enemy. Medivh alone..."

Turning his back to the group of legendary mages, Arthas said, "Flesh and blood are too weak."

"Even if I have a heart of holy light, it is still difficult..."

Turning 90 degrees to the left, Arthas said to Muradin with his back to him: "The power of the Holy Light, although we are strong, we will eventually die."

"Please listen carefully to what I have to say. Preparation is never enough."

"In order to save everyone's life, we need lots of scrolls and potions..."

Arthas lowered his head and said, ignoring the pile of potions and scrolls, "Everyone, I have always emphasized time."

"We need enough time to..."

"That's all you want to say."

Keeping a confident attitude, Kael'thas said: "We are a group of big guys who will take you to fly, you just need to give us the coordinates."

"There are at most two demigods. If we summon one, we will..."

With his eyes shining, Arthas said: "Don't plant the flag. I don't want to fight all over again."

"I don't know if that evil Lich King is fixed or not. I can't afford to take the risk."

A purple mist emerged from Medivh's position, and the voice that came out of it was very familiar to Arthas. He was...

"Child, don't let power blind you."