The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

The six-syllable mantra brought boundless purifying thunder to the undead, and the evil continued to melt away under the power of the thunder.

"Did everyone see it? That invincible holy light!"

"For the Lich King!"

Crack, crack. In response to Arthas' words, a huge beetle emerged from the thick glacier by chiseling its way through the ice.

The huge monster was incredibly fast, and the well-repaired double blades of the Crypt Lord killed the giant Buddha that the undead feared in the blink of an eye.

Two holy light Buddha statues of different sizes disappeared from this world without even having the chance to chant a single Buddhist name.

Buddha cannot be spoken of or seen. The time has not yet come. Amitabha.

Just like that, Arthas watched as the Holy Light Buddha that he had worked so hard to create was completely destroyed.

Among them, the blue ancient Buddha had no class at all and disappeared the fastest.

Since Holy Light had lost face, he had no choice but to change his tactics and hold up the Thunder Goddess with both hands, hoping to use this to unleash the power of thunder.

He only had his sacred healing spells left, and it was only with the support of this great wizard who was accompanied by thunder that he was able to do this act of destroying evil on behalf of the Holy Light.

"Did you see it? This is Thunder's..."

In Anub'arak's eyes, the cowering Scourge traitor was gently pushed by a female angel, and the twelve-winged holy white wings appeared behind him again.

Putting aside the suspicious look on his face and asking "What's wrong with you, Thunder Mage", Arthas waved his flowing golden hair and for a moment he didn't know what fear was.

Even with his hands empty, he is still fearless, but can he add a weapon? This is...Okay, here comes the Druid!

As Arthas spread his arms 180 degrees, the angel transformed into a little tree man of holy light... The golden light healed the big tree, and the tree man druid took action!

Who said he can't transform? He is a glorious druid of the Holy Light, with a huge bear paw in his hand... and a roaring sound from his mouth.

The Bear-Headed Tyrant shouted at the huge Crypt Lord, the Rune War Bear: "Anub'arak, come and fight!"

With a roar, the big tree man lifted up the twelve-winged Death Rune War Bear and threw it at the arrogant evil beetle overlord.

"Roar! For the Holy Light! For..."

A cold light flashed, and a blade in his arm sent the giant bear to lie peacefully in the huge ice pit. Anub'arak danced with both blades and roared to the sky.

"Your master has fallen, who else is left?"

"That's enough. I have been tolerant all this time, not to allow people like you to whine and bark in front of me!"

With a strike of the Staff of Love, Medivh forced the Ice Elemental and the Death Elemental to manifest their true forms because of him, and black lightning burst out in all directions.

With the help of their master, the enslaved ice and death elements raised their hands, staggered into the group of undead, and stepped into the thick black smoke.

In less than a moment, the sound of bones breaking and bodies shattering continued to rang out, the cold wind blew away the black smoke, and Anub'arak's double blades were unfolded again.

The king who betrayed his people, the Crypt Lord, was surrounded by a black hood and cast an Arctic Cross Explosive Slash towards Medivh's position.

With a loud crash, countless elements shattered, allowing the cold cross slash to break through the ice and quickly chop off Medivh's head... with a bang!

"Roar! Anub'arak!! The Holy Light is fearless!!!"

However, the Holy Light never gives up. The Wingless Rune War Bear, with ten wings of Holy Light on its back, roars towards the sky!

The Rune Giant Bear lost two wings and blocked the attack with surging death force for the big boss in their camp. He was in no pain and roared continuously.

The bears roared continuously, the holy light continued to shine, and the emerging holy light once again illuminated this area, making it unique.

The holy light with pure healing power soothed all the creatures present and healed their minor injuries. An elf absorbed the holy light fiercely.

At some point, the huge tree man disappeared, and a female angel elf with two long ears roamed freely among the team.

Her golden eyes sparkled and she sprinkled waves of golden holy water. The hostile curses had no effect, and Jaina felt her magic power draining away.

It is true that the healing was done with holy light, but the effect of dispelling the curse was a price she had to pay.

Her little face suddenly turned terribly pale. This was not the way to use the converter. She needed magic power, enough magic power.

"Roar?"

With a doubtful roar, Arthas turned to look at the red-robed elf woman who was holding his little tail, and a cry of grief began to rise.

The healing holy light that filled its body was sucked away and continuously converted into pure offensive holy light. The Holy Light War Bear was completely dumbfounded.

Under the gaze of some curious researchers, waves of light were continuously sucked away from the furry ball by these slender little hands, but it wasn't done this way.

This spendthrift woman, who has a family that replenishes her magic source once a day, will turn back into a sailor and use her big hands to personally pry this thirsty witch apart.

Without blushing or beating her heart, Arthas said, "Take it. Don't do such a stupid thing next time."

As he said this, Arthas glanced at the mages holding their research notes and forcibly transformed them back into the captain's appearance.

He pinched Jaina's elastic face with one hand and controlled her to release the holy light cannon with the other hand. His eyes were full of tenderness and he made countless hints.

From the look in his eyes, Jaina understood what he meant while using her blessing of restoring mana.

Next time you encounter this kind of thing, perhaps the best way is to directly absorb the magic power of these people who are watching the show and working hard.

How can one person absorb enough? A group of people should bear the responsibility and create another grand scene of a big fireball destroying a group of wolves.

"La la, la la la ~ la la! La la, la la la ~"

Just above their heads, the elf angel waved her hand and a golden cloud descended to cover the two of them, providing them with an intimate and warm contact.

They hugged each other, and Jaina stopped casting spells at the turret, hugged the firm flesh around Arthas' waist, and infused holy light into it.

With a look of enjoyment on his face, Arthas lifted the girl up and gently threw her into the air, landing on the elf angel who was smiling happily.

As Jaina sat down on the angel's head, Arthas waved the holy staff in his hand in silence.

Turning to look directly at the spider demons that emerged one after another, Arthas said solemnly: "People of Nerub, have you forgotten your mission?!"

"The sacred mission has been waiting for you ahead. Repeat after me, we are the Azjol-Nerub Spider Demons!"

At this time, a ball of sticky spider silk shells shot towards Arthas from bottom to top.

Gently turning the holy staff, Arthas purified the power of death and said: "People of Nerub, you have forgotten what Nerub is!"

"Today, the sacred nerubian ritual will come here to help you solve your problems."

"Your plan will not succeed. We are Aizhuo... Ugh!"

Anub'arak used a cold blade to send his good general and good brother back to consciousness for free. He said, "Traitor, your plan will not succeed."

"Lord Mephistroth had anticipated this situation. We are now just crypt demons and undead spider demons."

"Nerub has become history. We are under the command of the Lich King..."

"No, the Light tells me that Azjol-Nerub has never become history!"

Receiving the holy light slowly coming from behind him, Arthas floated in the air, holding up the holy staff and said, "You are wrong!"

"Anu'arak, Anub'br'kan, and you, Azjol-Nerub will never fall!"

"People of Nerub, even if we are in darkness, we will yearn for light."

"We are the eternal people of Azjol-Nerub. Neither death nor the Holy Light can ever bind us!"

Hearing these words, the underground crypt demons were deeply moved, and they spit out balls of white spider silk and attacked with sticky force.

Under the absolute control of the Lich King, although they were unwilling, they could not admit from the bottom of their hearts that they were the noble people of Nerub.

The moment they revived in the icy wastes of Northrend, their souls were branded with the mark of surrender.

There are no strong spirits or souls who can compete with the Lich King. They cannot escape the Lich King's control in this territory.

Arthas kept landing as he struck down the sticky spider silk with his staff, standing firmly in front of Jaina, not taking a single step back.

Persuasion completely failed. His power of command was unable to control these spider demons that were under strong mental control, and even his willpower was unable to determine that they were his teammates.

Even now, Arthas couldn't figure out how his enemies knew he had this trump card, just as Mephistroth couldn't understand why one of his brothers had such a deep grudge.

Turning against one's side at the critical moment is unfortunate but not serious... Mal'Ganis, Mal'Ganis, how many tricks do you have left?

A certain Mal'Ganis in the Soul Prison suddenly sneezed, and didn't know how to play the cards in his hand.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"No, man, I just sneezed."

"So, can you two play your cards seriously?"

"No, no, no, it should be you three who can play your cards quickly. You only have one drop of blood left."

Looking at the Mal'Ganis brothers playing cards around a table, the sturdy Diseloc, who had just arrived here, was still not quite used to it.

Next to him, the Nathrezim, who had the most powerful aura in the audience, showed a mysterious smile and patted the strong brother who was in deep thought.

"Deseloc, our sacrifice is worth it. That prince will fail."

"How can a mortal like him understand the stature of our Nathrezim clan? I have already passed on several important secrets."

At this time, a thinner Nathrezim said: "Lord Anetheron, can we really escape from here?"

"Weenguy, we need some time."

"Those two sword spirits can't monitor us all the time. I can sense that their power will occasionally..."

Convex (fuck dish)

"So it's you, this fellow. I was wondering when my always brave sister would become so cowardly."

"Shut up, sister, this is my prey."

"My dear, our time ran out before that opportunity. We were tricked by the Emperor."

"Idiot, you've been exposed again!"

Pointing to the sound of a quarrel starting above his head, Anetheron said, "Look, my brothers."

"There are guys like this and that, and we want to escape from this prison..."

"You bastard, we have the Emperor's order, if you have the guts, tell me now!"

The sword spirit showed the blood-red parchment which had been brought from somewhere and shouted in a stern voice, as he suddenly got angry.

Then, another sword spirit who was never a coward said, "At least my sister is right about this."

"You have no ability to escape from this place, and you will never be able to have other distracting thoughts."

"Haha, we are waiting for an ending where we can never escape from this place."

Hearing these cold words, the four Mal'Ganis suddenly stood up from their seats and sneered at the ice crystals above their heads.

"Haha, Frostmourne, we are waiting for the ending you said."

"Ner'zhul has fallen, but we the Nathrezim have a mission. We will not sit still and wait for death."

"Prune... Lord Mal'Ganis, I have not fallen. I hate Arthas Menethil just as much."

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"Okay, okay, it's time to give it back to her. She knows she's wrong."

As everyone continued to move forward, Jaina looked at the normal female angel who had a wronged look on her face, and gently advised Arthas.

Without the staff, she was nothing, and could not stop the holy light from shining from Arthas, giving him back his confidence.

Even though all his skills have become healing, Arthas is no weaker than the undead. The holy staff in his hand whistles like wind, blowing Anub'arak and other giant crypt lords back one after another.

In general, he has brute strength, obeys orders, fights wherever he is told, advances the front line, and provides healing as well. He works together as a teammate and bravely shoulders his responsibilities.

So, reluctantly, Arthas handed over the holy staff.

However, he was still unwilling to give in. He raised his right hand high, and suddenly a surge of holy light burst out.

"We don't have much time left. Now it's up to the Holy Light to clear the way for us!"

Throwing out a thunder hammer, Muradin shouted, "Understood, ready for battle, follow me!"

Behind him, the other four Silver Saints who were besieging the giant beetle all received the holy light full of healing power. The four of them lay on the ground, transformed the power, and drew their swords.

The core of evil is right in front of them. They have nowhere to retreat or avoid it. They can only call upon the holy light and face the challenge head-on!

The next second, four offensive holy lights surrounded the Thunder Hammer, pushing it forward.

The Holy Light Thunder Hammer not only purifies the enemies on the way, but also opens a hole in the huge enemy.

"Uh...uh uh uh..."

As a bloody channel appeared under his head and went all the way to his back, Anubrekan wailed and his heavy body fell down.

He accepted being hacked back by Arthas's axe and staff before, but was pierced through by the sudden thunder hammer... He was finally freed.

"Dwarf, you are provoking the Crypt Lord!"

Seeing that his capable general didn't even have time to react to his own explosion, and his breath was so weak that he only had a few breaths left, Anub'arak took heavy steps and roared as he attacked Muradin.

Clenching his fist into an axe, Arthas focused his attention and rushed forward, saying, "Anu'arak, at this point, are you still unwilling to face reality?!"

"Anub'Br'kan has escaped from Ner'zhul's control and has been freed. You must do it for him..."

"You are right, betrayer, I will avenge him now!"

The blades on his two arms pushed the Betrayer, who had just transformed back into the Lich King form, back into the new human form groove. Anub'arak continued to move forward, and his mountain-like body swooped down towards the short warrior.

At this time, Arthas suddenly blocked the way again, his hands shining with holy light, supporting Muradin... With a charge, Arthas chased Muradin towards the stinking giant.

When charging, he still couldn't let it go, and released several holy light spells to wash away the dust for Muradin.

Therefore, the stinking giant who lacked wisdom was in unbearable pain, looking at the human-shaped hole in his chest which gradually lost its life, and the golden holy flame was also purifying the stench of death.

Pausing his charge, Muradin picked up a hip flask from his waist and said, "My child, this adventure is totally different from what I imagined."

Blowing out golden bubbles, Arthas responded in a deep voice: "Muradin, the battlefield is always like this."

"We, the participants in the battlefield, can only learn to accept this situation."

Blowing red bubbles, Muradin drank the potion from the hip flask and said, "If there is a next time, please remember to ask the girl to put less sugar in it."

"No problem at all, it's so sweet, not sour at all."

"Cowardly traitors and dwarves, you are undoubtedly challenging the master's majesty!"

Hearing this, the tall and the short man slowly put away the wine jugs, and the brothers and sisters of the Allied Forces behind them appeared one by one from the portal.

Together, they opened a path to the heart of evil, and before they knew it, the figures of the two hostile demigods had already appeared in front of the coalition forces of the four tribes.

The coalition forces of humans, elves, dwarves and gnomes officially advanced into this land filled with death and fel runes. They finally saw the goal of their trip.

Gnomes are one of the many races of the Alliance. Like dwarves, they are scattered throughout Lordaeron and live together.

Arthas said, full of confidence, "We have so many people, Anub'arak."

"Now, I don't mind giving you another chance to tell everyone that you are a nerubian spider demon."