The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Ashebringer, his reputation is well-deserved."

With an exclamation of praise, Salorian took three steps back to the back of the four Holy Light tough guys, with real feelings.

He raised his hand and turned it in a circle, working together with Kael'thas to stabilize the appropriate space and open a violet circular portal.

"Yes, Master Dawnseeker."

With a snap of his fingers, Kael'thas created a circle of bonfires and said, "Heroes, welcome to this evil center."

"Everything went very smoothly. It seems that the undead and the demons are ready to welcome us here."

Before he finished speaking, one hero after another followed the High Priest of Holy Light who had taken the lead, and walked quickly and orderly through the portal to the icy land.

There is not only the cold light here, but also flames and holy light occupying an area.

The strange frost wasteland that was charred or turned to ashes was just outside the range of the golden, red and white light. The purple and blue magic blasted at the undead that surrounded it from all directions.

In the cold and dim light, behind the huge crypt lord, a pair of evil green eyes stared at the enemy who came here.

He is a Nathrezim, one of the defenders of this place, a wise general who came to stop these enemies from moving forward.

He raised his right claw, pinched the evil flame and said, "Mortals, you are not welcome. There is only death here."

"Evil, your understanding is too narrow."

At this time, a big brother with electric eyes retorted in a loud voice from a distance.

With his bare hands and wearing a suit of armor that looked evil, he punched the gradually crumbling ice platform and watched a group of people move their positions.

Loosening the rope that was gradually dissipating, Arthas used the charging skill to push up the empty air wall and move away from the initial base that was shattering at an insanely fast speed.

Just as he was about to step into the portal that was waiting for him, a pair of icy wings suddenly appeared behind him, fully demonstrating his desire to attract evil eyes.

Coming to the heroes, Arthas raised his hand and shouted: "Evil Nathrezim, your understanding is too narrow!"

"What is death? This is death!"

Arthas swung out a gust of extremely cold fist wind and rushed forward, saying: "The truth of death is not like this, because there is only death here!"

A zombie was smashed to pieces by such great force that it didn't even have time to let out a cry before the beast's breath wiped away all the black blood on the ground.

There was not even a trace of blood in the more hideous gauntlet, there was truly only death.

Regarding this move, the Nathrezim in the distance subconsciously said: "You said this just to kill a low-level undead?"

"Look at what you are talking about. What is a low-level undead?!"

Arthas responded by taking another step forward, bending down, and smashing a ghoul's head with one punch.

Pointing to a nearby ghoul, Arthas said, "This is a hero that makes up your base. How can you say that?!"

"Death is above, you don't even know what death is!"

In front of the two sides who were fighting seriously, Arthas blew bubbles, did a graceful backflip, and came behind the brightest woman in the audience.

Pushing the female angel away, Arthas held Jaina with both hands and said, "Now, I will teach you what death is."

"Brothers and sisters, for the sake of the Holy Light, kill that evil!"

"Charge for Lordaeron!"

Hearing these heartfelt words, Osmar swung his hand and threw out a blood-red axe, crushing the bones on the ground.

What is a charge? This is an axe charge. He completed Arthas's order perfectly.

One word: understand!

Two words: understand him.

Three words: understand the Marshal.

When Osmar caught the axe that was flying back, the Ashbringer burst into shining holy light and found the Crescent Blade.

Sweeping the ashes of a group of skeletons, Alexandros said: "Your Highness Arthas, the evil has been eliminated!"

It was a rare opportunity to enter the core team of the royal party. After less than a day, he had already deeply understood a simple and easy-to-understand truth.

As Osmar Garithos said, contributions need to be snatched, and everyone needs to cooperate with Arthas!

At this time, seeing the dazed man, Jaina sighed and helped him change his clothes.

He has no special abilities, so he might as well be an ordinary sailor. This is the true path of an acolyte!

Looking at the downtrodden sailor with disdain, the female angel waved her hands, then raised her hands again to bless everyone with the holy light.

In the shining holy light, four strange "flying axes" with even more brilliant holy light chopped the stitched fat man in half.

With the strong addition of Alfred, the Silver Four returned to their positions without Turalyon. Feeling a little lonely, Alleria drew her bow and shot.

In the rain of arrows created by several Farstrider Rangers, arrows of fire and frost were interspersed, igniting or freezing the squirming debris.

On the other side, Renault, the young Mograine looked distressed.

He followed the young General Fording, the logistics commander who had temporarily gained control of the human army supporting the Northern Alliance... well, the one who had suddenly appeared.

He came here to earn real military merit, not to be a...

"Brother, I want to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy too!"

After handing his brother to his mother, Renault said seriously, "Darian, you are still too young."

"In another five years, I will personally take you to the battlefield."

"No, brother, I can already use the Holy Light!"

Holding his brother's blond head with one hand, Renault said, "So, you have to learn the sacred way from mother and Sally."

"No, brother, my holy light has been exhausted!"

At the critical moment, Elaina picked up her youngest son and said, "That's enough, Darion Mograine!"

"Your brother has something to do, don't waste his time here."

"Reno, I'm proud of you."

With tears in his eyes, Raynor said: "Holy Light, mother."

Turning her head to signal her beautiful adopted daughter with long white legs who had been waiting for a long time, Elena stepped into the stirrups, picked up her disobedient little son and rode away.

She knew the little thoughts of these two, but Darien didn't come here to reminisce about the past.

The treatment mission has been completed and it is time for her to go.

Not far away, a silver-armored soldier was slowly opening his eyes, and his blood-stained bandages had been removed.

Raising her hand and patting the not-so-young Mograine, Sally Whitemane said, "Reynold, His Highness Tanred has left."

"In order not to fall behind, we have to hurry up."

Hearing this, Renault choked up, turned around and looked at the team behind him with a helpless look on his face.

"I am in charge of logistics, but our most urgent task now is to protect our food."

"Holy Light, why can Bridget be the vanguard!"

Summoning the Holy Light, Sally cast a Holy Word on Raynor and said, "Mograine, your martial arts still need to be honed."

"Whitemane, how come even you..."

"Reno, you said before that you wanted to set a good example for little Darien."

"Sally, I said it, but I'm also already doing it."

"No, did you see those skeletons?"

The prayer attracted a ball of holy fire, and Sally led the warriors behind her to prepare for battle and said, "Warriors of Holy Light, the evil invasion has arrived!"

"Fight for the Holy Light, fight for our grain carts, Reverend Priest!"

"Brothers, did you hear that? Fight for our bellies!"

After saying these words, the real logistics commander who was almost losing his presence twisted his healed arms and rushed towards the group of undead with dual spears.

Because of a momentary impulse, Taelan Fordring was injured and fell to the ground and had to receive treatment from the Holy Light.

……

Catching the hammer steadily, Tirion said: "Evil, don't test my patience!"

Raising the machete with golden holy flames, Alexandros slashed with sword energy and said, "For the sake of holy light, drive away evil!"

Seeing their brothers were so powerful, the new Four Silver Saints stood on Muradin's left and right sides, two on the left and two on the right, and swung out the holy light "Flying Axe" at the same time.

As the new Five Silver Saints, they must use the holy light that purifies evil to guard the front and block the occasional swooping Undead air force.

Throwing out a ball of holy light to dispel the blood on the faces of the six "Paladins", Arthas responded: "Well said, dispel the evil!"

Grabbing the holy staff from a powerful man, Arthas used the Eighteen Ghost-Fighting Styles to forcefully repel a flesh-and-blood giant that was trying to approach the formation.

So what if he is a Holy Light Acolyte now?

With tremendous strength, he didn't know what he was going to do... The flesh and blood giant grabbed the broken holy staff with one hand and spewed out foul smelling ape gas.

Some kind of plant, Arthas jumped up with his fist raised, the sharp ice spike gloves in his hand instantly attached, and punched at the giant scarlet eye.

The holy staff of light in the female angel's hand was indeed just a showpiece.

In the end, fists are still the most effective.

As he was thinking, the flesh giant grabbed the dwarf with his thick hands covered with green hair and flesh.

The so-called ice spike gloves caused several small wounds on it, and when black blood flowed out, it grabbed the rebel.

Although the rebel looked weak, the body that could not be torn apart still made its eyes, which lacked wisdom, unable to be torn apart no matter how hard it tried.

"Roar……"

"Evil, let go of my sailors!"

Thunder and lightning were surging, and the flesh and blood giant just lowered his head to look at the big hole in his chest when Lei Yan's small fist had already pressed on his head.

The next second, the head and body were separated, and Jaina hugged the knight with a bitter face in mid-air.

Not far away, surrounded by three Nathrezim, a white-haired female elf was hit by several huge ice spikes that suddenly stabbed out.

Without the countless magic shields, her body was almost pierced with several holes.

Seeing this, a Nathrezim took the opportunity to break the shield with one claw, and the evil flame instantly attached to the brave Quel'dorei.

"Evil, don't even think about harming those who are protected by the Holy Light!"

The Five Silver Saints took the power of holy light added by the female angel, transformed the nature of the power, shouted together, and condensed a huge hand of holy light in the blink of an eye.

In less than a breath, when the other two Nathrezim were about to claw into the bodies of the Quel'dorei, the thick fists of holy light crushed the undead along the way.

He changed his fist into a palm to block the evil attacks of several people, pinching the magic power of the Quel'dorei teammates who were constantly losing and suddenly had green evil flame scars on their bodies.

Seeing his teammate seriously injured and unconscious, Arthas immediately decided that life is not easy, so start the treatment!

"Deacon, you don't need to come to the fight."

"Leave it to us. There's a wounded person over there. Go treat her!"

Without changing his expression, Arthas left the captain's arms, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, condensed a golden lotus cushion, and slowly floated into the air.

Arthas muttered something in Sanskrit that the female captain and the female angel could not understand at all, narrowed his eyes, and held flowers in his hands.

He pointed at the white-haired female elf lying not far away, and a beam of blue Buddha's finger shot out and instantly merged into the body of the unconscious Theresa.

He was old and impulsive, but Arthas had not expected that this old Quel'dorei lady, who should have been more cautious, was too heroic.

Even the legendary paladin holding the Ashbringer didn't dare to face that group of evil, but she, an old elf... a young and beautiful elf, dared to do so. It was unexpected.

For this group of elves who may be addicted to magic, arcane healing is the most reliable.

As his blue eyes suddenly widened and his rapid breathing sounded, Arthas flew higher and higher, reaching what he thought was a commanding height.

With his hands changing, Arthas appeared in a Kul Tiran sailor suit. Damn it.

With his azure eyes opened, Arthas sat firmly on the golden lotus and shouted: "Holy Light, follow my will and bring down a miracle!"

Hearing the believers' call, the blue Buddha suddenly descended behind Arthas, surprising the female angel and a group of fighters on the battlefield.

The fight was bloody and a veteran legend was almost defeated. What does this nominal commander-in-chief want to do?

After a burst of incomprehensible Sanskrit sounds, Arthas said, "Have you ever heard that the Holy Light is angry?"

"Today I will tell you that this wrath is called - Holy Light Palm!"

A certain woman in the audience, upon hearing this, helplessly held her forehead and raised her right hand.

In the shining eyes of the angel who was multitasking, Arthas raised his right hand and slapped it downward into the air.

Below him, Jaina changed her identity and also shot in the air, with the timing exactly right.

The next second, golden crackling lightning suddenly appeared, causing the ice layer to slowly crack, and golden holy light broke through the ice layer and came out.

At the same time, the innocent people whose magic power was suddenly sucked away had to take out the mana recovery potion from the storage ring.

Blowing out blue bubbles, Telesta, who had been "rescued" earlier, stared resentfully at this young man from Mingyi.

Can this special transformation technique take away all the special skills of an entire race? !

If she hadn't rushed too deep before and was attacked by a crypt lord, she would have...

"I have seen your power, you bumbling betrayer!"

The Crypt Lord, who was struck by the golden lightning and was the first to be struck, said in disbelief: "How is this possible?! This is totally not..."

"Anubrekan, this is the wrath of Holy Light, the Holy Light Palm!"

Seeing the golden thunder crackling and blasting away one undead spider after another hidden in the ice, Arthas was overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, his sudden idea could achieve such good results.

Raising his hand to hold up the Arcane Shield to block the piercing attack from under his feet, Arthas gave Jaina a big thumbs up.

Helping up the old Grand Mage, the current Grand Mage Beloval gave her some magic power and watched the female captain return from her female ranger state.

Pointing to the future Grand Mage who was holding a flag and setting fire nearby, Beloval said, "Ms. Telesta, you must listen to advice."

"Nothing happened to anyone else. Remember not to be impulsive."

Hearing this reminder and seeing that reminder, Theresa's young face couldn't help but blush.

After drinking a bottle of mana recovery potion, Telesta's blush faded away and she blew bubbles and said, "Grand Mage, I will try to learn new changes."

Knowing that she was fine, Beloval raised his hand and released a magic circle, which came to Telesta's feet, and the magic power gathered.

Not long after, a certain female ranger sucked in the gathered magic power again and slapped the ground.

Boom! Purple thunder surged, electrocuting and shattering the undead on the ground, and he and others gradually pushed forward the front line of their alliance.

Protected by everyone, the Grey-robed Crow Prophet's eyes narrowed and he suddenly put down the chicken stick in his hand.

"Everyone, the number of enemies is endless. We should change our strategy."

Letting go of the chicken leg staff, Medivh gathered the arcane magic that suddenly surged from all around him with his hands and clapped his hands.

"what……"

With this slap, the giant undead spider demon that had been lying in ambush underground for a long time was firmly bound by him and let out a painful wail.

After a few soul-deep screams of pain, the giant undead spider showed a look of relief, and its body suddenly exploded... Medivh clasped his hands together.

Medivh calmly suppressed the explosion and said, "The environment here is extremely unfavorable to us."

"Using potions all the time is not a solution. We must..."

"Mr. Medivh, what's wrong with blowing bubbles?"

Picking up a bottle of potion, Arthas blew out golden bubbles and said, "This is the side effect. It can be used continuously."

"Given Jaina's current skills, it shouldn't be a problem for us to take drugs for two hours straight."

Medivh forced himself to smile and said, "It is natural for a Grandmaster like you to do this, but the rest of us will not receive such treatment."

"The higher the strength, the smaller the effect. We can't waste it..."

"Holy Light, show them your power!"

Imitating Medivh's example, Arthas clasped his hands together and summoned a larger golden Buddha, saying: "Under the holy light, all difficulties are nothing."

"Believe me, believe in the Holy Light, delay is a good thing."

"Listen to me, hold on for a while, and wait for me to use my ultimate move."

"Look at that. We're still moving forward now, aren't we?"

One big and one small, one gold and one blue, two Buddhas are hanging in the sky, Amitabha.