The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Boom! There was a loud explosion at the beginning.

That’s right, Holy Light is above, everyone heard it right!

Along with the Holy Light Bomb came the well-known heroes of Azeroth. They disappeared without a trace, and only their figures were always with Big Baozi.

Although some of them are villains in the normal timeline, but... I won’t make it up, the Frozen Throne is one of Arthas’ most familiar hometowns.

In less than a week in the main world, Arthas "destroyed" the Frozen Throne countless times... Brother, since it's not the key, let's get to the point.

"Witness... the truth of the Light, Ner'zhul!"

The Lich King, holding the brilliant holy light in his left hand, stepped into his holy throne. Although the throne no longer belonged to him, he still loved his throne deeply.

"No...why...my cool ice chair..."

Next to the sad Lich King, Big Baozi showed up, and he started with two hands of fire, and the roaring fire dragon burned towards the not particularly large ice platform.

Melting, the thousand-year-old black ice continued to melt under the devouring of the scorching flames of the fire dragon. No ice could withstand the scorching baking of the great space wizard, the lady.

Feeling the slowly rising temperature, Arthas was no longer sad. He wielded the sword Frostmourne in his right hand and destroyed the Frozen Throne portal that had brought him such bad news.

The evil Ner'zhul and Mephistroth are so heartless that they didn't even prepare a seat to welcome the Death Knight. How insulting!

The eternal seat that once belonged to the Lich King was now nothing but a mess. The silent breaking of ice told Arthas that the waiter didn't even want to do the cleaning work.

Without the attraction of the throne, he could no longer bear it. He saw the familiar ice platform and icicles below, which were so tempting.

So, when many wizards were amazed at the portal made of the holy light of death, the brave and fearless paladin half-crouched and inserted his sword.

"Brothers of the Holy Light... Elders, please lend me your Holy Light power!"

Calling on the power of holy light from the Three Saints and many legendary paladins, Arthas is good at borrowing power to accomplish things that he believes are impossible.

Raising his right hand, the man half-knelt with the sword in hand and said, "The evil is beneath this glacier. Let us use the powerful force of holy light to break through the strong wall of evil!"

"Brothers, His Royal Highness the Prince needs the power of Holy Light!"

"Tirion... Sir, we all know about this."

"Holy Light, please lend a helping hand to His Highness Arthas!"

Unlike other stubborn paladins, Marshal Garithos, who also possesses the power of Holy Light, threw the Holy Light directly at Arthas.

The speed of a main-class Paladin is too slow, and only a part-time Paladin like him is the actual practitioner of the Prince's strategy.

Did you see the other part-time paladin? Although he said nothing, he acted one step faster than everyone else, and the light of Daelin bathed his son-in-law.

Seeing the two beams of light entering the body of the nominal Grand Marshal, the Three Silver Saints and the Ashbringer no longer hesitated and silently called on everyone to cast the Holy Light Lumen!

Beams of Holy Light passed through the Holy Light-hungry transit station and poured into the hungry holy sword Frostmourne. The golden light rushed into the icy ice.

The indestructible ice layer that had been there for thousands of years began to crack. The holy light once again descended upon the Frozen Throne. The ice pillars that made up the throne began to crumble, and evil could no longer hide.

Swarms of skeleton undead air forces circled up from under the "dark" icicles, and the screaming sound waves of bat statues and gargoyles forced the invisible mages to show up one by one.

The temporary backbone, Archmage Jaina waved her hand and said, "Now, the appetizer for our hard work is here!"

Before he finished speaking, Kael'thas waved the sleeves of his robe, and magic scrolls covered with exquisite and mysterious runes appeared out of thin air.

The first shot of the counterattack was fired by no one else except him. Several phoenixes cried out to the sky, and the sound was endless.

The sound of hundreds of phoenixes singing lasted only a moment before the phoenix head that emerged from the scroll spewed spiral flames from its mouth, which merged with the densely packed black balls and ignited the wreckage, leaving it no longer resembling a bird.

"Although I am not an expert in combat, I am good at using external forces. I am sorry to show you how ugly I am."

As Kael'thas slowly spoke his humble words, the first batch of undead were destroyed by him alone.

Although there was something else in this... Witnessing the power of Kael'thas' magic once again, Muradin was forced to refresh the stubborn impression that others had in his mind.

Feeling ashamed for a moment, Muradin said: "As we all know... As far as I know, Kael'thas Sunstrider is the representative of the fire mages."

"The evocation system in the wizard's magic is just one of his many excellent researches. There is no big...problem with it. I think it should be a problem."

"According to the 'Book', Kael'thas Sunstrider is best at enchanting and protection... Apart from all the other stuff, this really opened my eyes!"

After venting his shame, Muradin picked up a scroll, closed his eyes, pressed the red dragon eye in the middle, and unfolded the scroll.

A dragon roar resounded above the ice platform formed by the ice mages. A nine-clawed fire dragon emerged from the scroll, and pillars of pure fire element gushed out from the dragon's body.

Apart from the fact that it was the work of a certain great wizard of transmutation, a magical genius, abandoning the criterion of size, a beam of dragon blast might be the best interpretation of its effectiveness.

Seeing this scene, Jaina, who had slipped back into the group of mages at some point, blushed slightly.

Her efficiency in drawing scrolls was naturally very fast compared to others, but this was no reason to surprise the dwarf and take the wrong special battlefield magic scroll.

Used to deal with enemy soldiers...Aren't these enemy soldiers?

Don't think too much, thunder comes, point the index finger of his right hand to the sky, and there is a crackling sound!

"Evil has come. I will use thunder to destroy all the evil before my eyes. Thunderstorm!"

Rumble, concentrated electric current instantly penetrated the ice platform under everyone's feet from the direction of the abyss that Jaina pointed to, scaring a group of legendary mages who were "struggling to maintain" the ice platform.

Which damn bastard would release simulated lightning so profligately... pure power of lightning element, indiscriminately attacking the enemies below and the environment?

The irregular lightning net suddenly descended, crushing the evil enemies on the road while also shattering the ice layer, forcing the ice to smash the evil hidden in the darkness.

Jaina's blush faded and she said expressionlessly, "Although we have temporarily lost one person, we don't have time to chat now."

"The formation that summons powerful enemies is within these glaciers. Come with me, we..."

Raising his hand, he cast a sealing spell on his disciple. Antonidas felt a little heartbroken, and cast an ice spear that pierced through the rotten giant that had just climbed up.

Twisting his staff with one hand, Antonidas followed the other mages in raising the ice platform and said, "We can't fall into this trap. We need to keep raising the distance."

"In this evil tide that has already erupted, we must use our strengths and wait for Archmage Medivh to find the evil precision..."

"Master, as long as our magic power is sufficient, the magic circle that summons the Great Demon Lord will definitely be affected to a certain extent."

Quickly removing the seal, Jaina threw a hurricane downwards and said, "Efficiency, we..."

"Well, it would be better if you were quiet, two great wizards."

Tapping the ice platform with his homemade chicken leg stick, Medivh cast two sealing spells and began to feel the evil power hidden deep in the glacier with Telesta, Belo'val and Ansrem.

The word "evil" is deeply engraved in this evil glacier. The best proof of this is the knight with a sword raised and the throne falling into the unknown depths of the glacier abyss.

The moment this ice platform took shape, Arthas had already left with the falling ice and rushed towards the evil below.

One man, one sword, and one king's cloak. The black cloak flutters in the wind, and the holy light breaks the evil and purifies all the evil undead that dare to get in his way.

After easily killing an unknown skeleton knight, Arthas suddenly felt a deep desire released by Frostmourne towards him.

The sword spirit that loves to eat souls has found the pirated magic sword that it hates, and wants to... Sheathing the sword, Arthas stepped on the ball of holy light that had just condensed under his feet and turned into a dragon and ascended to heaven.

He was just an imposter, without the simple power of the original... The magic sword that broke through the air was projected from the bottom of the "Icecrown Citadel" and chased after him.

When their respective magic swords sensed each other's presence, the demigod-level Lich King's cold eyes were covered with frost.

At the bottom of the death rune, Mephistroth looked at the rune undead in front of him and said, "Lich King, you are too impatient."

"Frostmourne... is hungry."