The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Haha, everyone can make bold statements, but you are the only one who talks nonsense."

Smiling at the visitor, Arthas said, "My lord, I am honored to receive your praise."

"To show my honor, I will give you a generous gift right now, Mephistroth...Lord."

"Feel the influence of the blazing sunlight of the Holy Light, evil!"

With bright holy light flashing all over his body, Arthas did a backflip to avoid the icy sword that Ner'zhul casually slashed out.

Arthas hurriedly came behind the new Five Silver Saints and threw out a holy light flare with great force, blinding all the evildoers.

Twisting one arm, Arthas said: "Warriors of Holy Light, it's time to kill those two evils."

Hearing this "touching" pre-battle declaration, Muradin charged with his hammer and said: "Evil, I, Muradin Bronzebeard, am here!"

Before he finished speaking, Arthas grabbed his master and quickly dodged the familiar icy sword energy.

Seeing this freezing operation at the beginning, he couldn't help but sigh that even a Lich King likes to use the skill of freezing people to watch the show, which is very touching.

Receiving such treatment, Arthas waved his hand and a raging fire dragon emerged from behind him, with its fangs and claws bared.

"Ow!"

With a dragon roar, the Scarlet Flame Nine-clawed Fire Dragon and the Fiery Phoenix that suddenly appeared behind it, together protected the six silver riders.

Not far away, Kael'thas waved his sleeves casually and chuckled.

"Alsace, let me lend you a hand."

"Of course, Lady Proudmoore, you have made an invaluable contribution as well."

Next, a dragon and a phoenix, singing in harmony, ignited their blazing eyes together, and pounced fiercely at Ner'zhul, who was emitting cold air all over his body.

"Heh." Wearing heavy armor with death runes, Ner'zhul just held Frostmourne and slashed at the fire creature in front of him.

The next second, extremely cold air followed the blue and white sword energy, and the sword froze the dragon and the phoenix.

Among them, only the internal fire is burning, trying to melt this cold area.

With a grunt, Ner'zhul raised his blue-white heavy gauntlets and pointed the trembling magic sword directly at the fake that he hated.

Glancing at his gray gauntlets, Arthas shook the black robe behind him, clenched his fists and glared at the reinforced material.

Without seeing the holy sword coming through the air, Arthas said: "Come on, Frostmourne."

"I will now show you the power of Holy Light and the power of justice."

Blue lasers flashed before his eyes, and Arthas spread his arms and said, "Now is the moment of the decisive battle!"

Without waiting for the knight behind him... the female angel behind the archmage cast a spell to reveal the holy tree, and Gavinrad clenched the silver sword in his hand.

Golden holy light suddenly attached to the sword. He praised the holy light in his heart and started to slash with the holy light.

As the only top leader after Uther's passing, Gavinrad will represent the Knights of the Silver Hand today and strike the first sword to break evil!

Seeing his good brother being so impulsive, Saidan directly threw out the Holy Light Condensed Hammer and smashed the terrifyingly thick Ner'zhul with one blow.

At the same time, Tirion and Alfred looked at each other, made a gesture of dedication, stepped on the golden light, and created holy land.

The two men moved their hammers left and right, with countless golden lights flashing around them. The bald Mephistroth looked like an easy gopher to beat.

They, the Paladins, never do anything unfair. It should be no problem for two legendary Paladins to fight an evil demon demigod.

Seeing the four legendary paladins so brave, Arthas gave Muradin a look that told him to take care of himself and turned the dwarf cannon.

When the two legends and the demigod were about to have a head-on confrontation, Arthas threw the dwarf cannon straight at Anub'arak who was hiding behind people.

At such a critical moment, if we don’t kill this person first or turn him into a friendly force, it would be a shame to Anubrekan who is about to die.

The two of them are different from the other coalition warriors who continue to fight the undead and core demons. They just want to be different fireworks.

"what!"

"Uh……"

Leaving the battlefield where he started fighting for his life, Muradin made a prompt decision and knocked down the giant beetle above his head with a hammer.

Holding the scepter that had returned to its original owner, Arthas squatted down and looked at Anub'Br'kan, waving his hand and infusing it with the power of death.

With this move, while keeping him alive, Arthas was also controlling the last moments of life of this "Nirubi Warrior" who had self-destructed in front of him.

Not far from the big beetle, several blue souls who came from afar looked at this scene and started fighting each other.

The Kyrian and the Val'kyr are, in a sense, the same kind of people, but the forces they belong to do not allow them to face each other without fighting.

What's more, when they really meet, they must make a choice between returning to the Shadow Realm and not returning to the Shadow Realm.

However, Muradin's expression was extremely solemn, and the heavy Crypt Lord stood up again, his lifeless eyes revealing a fierce light.

Raising his hammer to fight, Muradin jumped up and said, "Big guy, lie down quietly, it's good for everyone!"

Waving his arms to meet the enemy, Anub'arak said, "Dwarf, a sneak attack is only effective once."

"Then let's have a fight to prove who is right!"

Muradin, who had transformed into a little giant and looked like a god descending from heaven, used his hammer and axe to bring Anub'arak into a state of anxiety.

Looking at the crypt lord with hatred, Arthas said: "Now, do you still think you are not a citizen of Nerub?"

"Anubrekan, being controlled by others is unpleasant, so before returning to death, it is better to open your heart for once."

“Is it so difficult to admit that you have always wanted to be and to strive for the goal you have worked hard for your whole life?”

As Arthas's power of death gradually overran the broken skeleton, Ner'zhul's power of control also disappeared.

Feeling that this person had no control over himself, the Crypt Lord, who had regained his so-called "freedom", felt mixed emotions and didn't know how to start.

At this time, Anub'arak shook off the enemy who was entangled with him and said, "Traitor, you will never succeed!"

"Anub'Br'kan, stand up, the Lich King is ours..."

"He is not our master, Anub'arak!"

Having gained the long-lost freedom, Anubrekan, who was lying on the ice, immediately retorted.

"We are the warriors of Azjol-Nerub, and we have sworn to defend our realm."

Hearing this, Arthas breathed a sigh of relief. The matter was finally settled.

The holy staff in his hand slowly floated into the air, and a strange golden light continued to merge into Anubrekan's remaining body, allowing him to regain the strength to stand up.

Unlike the previous stiff and cold feeling, Anubrekan now seemed to feel the dead blood in his body flowing again.

His withered body regained vitality, and his emerald green pupils were temporarily filled with golden holy light.

He could feel that this was not just another irresistible control, but the will of Nerub, the desire for revival.

Even though they were separated by countless worlds, the desire for revival once again ignited this long-dead body.

The difference from the other him is that at this moment he doesn’t have too many “leftovers” on him, only his own body.

Crack, the arm blade with golden light pierced into the ice, and the ground spikes with golden flames rose from the ground and attacked the Crypt Lord who was fighting with Muradin again.

"Anubarak, as long as we are still in this world, we still have hope!"

"Even death cannot stop our will to restore our country. Come with me and break free from the shackles of that monster!"

Hearing these words, the wrath in the eyes of the Crypt Lord, who was using the Extreme Cold Ice Spikes to fight against the Holy Light Ice Spikes, became even more intense.

From the moment they were resurrected by necromancy, they had only one master - the Lich King Ner'zhul.

Anub'arak forced Muradin back with one move and shouted angrily to the sky: "Anub'rekhan, you damned traitor!"

"No, we are all traitors, betrayers of the king, but there is one last thing I can do."

Seeing his returning big brother rushing towards Anub'arak like this, instead of giving him a heartfelt hug, Arthas was completely dumbfounded.

I didn't pull you up to let you die together... Looking down at the holy staff in his hand, he shook his head and sighed.

"Kid, I think this is fine."

Muradin quickly climbed out of the ice and said, "Since he wants to do this, then this is fine."

"No! Anubrekan, let me go!"

With golden blood dripping from his mouth, Anubrekan hugged the king in front of him and said, "No, Your Majesty."

"Let us follow our own will and return to the world where we should rest."

As Arthas and Muradin came to their next enemy, Anub'Br'kan began to slowly dissolve into a golden light.

"No, this shouldn't be my ending!"

The spider demons hugged each other, screamed in despair, and exploded in all directions.

Under the care of the golden light, the subterranean demons began to become restless.

With the blood of the golden spider warrior, many Nerubian spider warriors revived.

Faced with the culprits who were destroying their country, they raised their arm blades and ruthlessly stabbed them into the bodies of the surrounding undead or demons.

During this temporary period of free time, they all wanted to drink the blood of their enemies and avenge the manipulation before committing suicide.

Since my hands are already covered in blood, what's the harm in adding more blood of my enemies?

Arriving at the narrow base temporarily formed by Modera, Ansrem and others, Arthas looked at them with sad faces and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Arthas smashed the skeleton with his staff and said, "The team is too scattered. We will be finished sooner or later."

Shaking his head, Romance, whose eyes turned golden, said, "No, this is the best solution right now."

"In this land, the enemies are endless, and our manpower is still too small compared to them."

“By the way, Prince Arthas.” Rommath stepped aside and said sincerely, “There are wounded people here who need urgent medical treatment.”

Throwing out holy light spheres at random, Arthas watched as Blue-Eyed Romans' complexion returned to normal, and couldn't help but...

"Thank you, Prince Arthas. I think Lady Proudmoore needs your help with something."

Looking at Romance, who was the prince with problems and the prince with nothing to do, Arthas's eyes temporarily concealed... shaking hands and casting a healing blessing.

Isn't it just accepting the task and completing it? Who is not a Holy Light Lord? This is what I am here to do today.

At this moment, Muradin raised his big hand and patted his good apprentice on the waist.

"Boy, I'm going to go in and help out a little, you gotta hold on for me!"

Flexing his muscles, Arthas responded: "It doesn't matter, just hit me as you like."

"But please try to protect yourself, love yourself, and don't be as impulsive as some people."

Blue-eyed Romance, who had just stood up, got angry when he heard this, and burned countless skeletons with a raging firestorm in his hand.

People like them have physical limitations, and not everyone can stroll around leisurely like this person with strong recovery ability.

"Okay, kid."

"By the Holy Light, I have never defeated the first Lich King, Shadowmoon Orc Chieftain Ner'zhul!"

"That time in Draenor was fine, and that time in Shadowlands was fine, but I won't be stage-frightened this time!"

Seeing the Four Silver Saints besieging and beating Ner'zhul not far away, Muradin couldn't wait to pick up his warhammer and axe and rushed forward.

After watching the old warrior leave, Arthas returned the holy staff to the female angel with an eager face, and held down the pale-faced archmage with one hand.

Arthas stomped the floor with his brute force and shattered the undead, saying, "Ms. Jaina, thank you for your hard work."

Raising his hand, holy light rained down. Outside the rain of light, Arthas helped Jaina up. He was truly a gentle prince.

Holding the Holy Light hunk in her hands, Jaina said, "Stay here and don't move. It's time for you to exert your strength."

"It may be a little itchy next, Arthas, my knight, you have to hold on."

With a livid face, Arthas turned around and said, "Wait, can someone else do this?"

"I have the important mission of healing the soldiers, Jaina, you must understand..."

"A little bit~"

Holding the holy staff in her hand, the holy female angel lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, and uttered her sweet voice.

Just because she can’t speak doesn’t mean she can’t do these simple things. She is the angel of holy light who saves people from suffering.

As Jaina grabbed Arthas and smiled crookedly, the female angel who took off with the holy staff waved her hand and sent down rays of blessing from holy light.

The Ashbringer, who was being beaten by Mephistroth, seemed to have received some information, and the core on top of his sword began to tremble.

Feeling the changes in the artifact in his hand, Alexandros was overjoyed, and with a backhand sweep, he temporarily repelled the demigod demon in front of him.

"Devil, your little tricks end here!"

Next to him, a legendary warrior who was dozing off suddenly opened his fierce eyes and shouted, breaking the sleeping trick.

As the curse was lifted, legends like Osmar who had been trapped in the dream woke up and resumed the siege of Mephistroth.

The evil Nathrezim, fearing a group of people beating him up, resorted to this little sleeping trick, which was really unworthy of the elegance of a demon king.

"Haha, little trick?"

Spreading his blue bat wings, Mephistroth twisted his fist in mid-air and said, "You can't resist the little tricks you mentioned."

As he uttered these words, countless long-drawn runes of death and evil energy in the land deep in the glacier began to work together.

A huge twisted green flame door broke through the space, tearing the space apart. The terrifying power began to spread, causing many low-level and undead to tremble instinctively.

"Since the little prince's plan succeeded, it's time to unveil my plan, heroes of Azeroth."

"Witness this belonging to the Burning Legion's defiler..."

"Shut up. With me, Arthas Menethil, here, your scheme is nothing but an illusion."

Being carried by Captain Dali, Arthas stared at Mephistroth and said this. He was not idle either.

The real purpose was to find a way to kill one of the enemy's top fighters, and the real purpose was to find the right formation for a group of wizards.

With the joint efforts of all of them, the portal that summoned Archimonde was forcibly closed and the breath of the Defiler was blocked.

If the abnormal problem is not dealt with in a short period of time, Archimonde the Defiler will not be able to descend.

Seeing this, the Crow Prophet Medivh shook his head and prepared to cast... to end it all... What happened, where is the magic I prepared? !

"Haha, you mortals did these things in front of me."

Flapping his wings to take on several attacks, Mephistroth blew away the "scars" on the bat wings in one breath, and looked at the mages below with a sneer.

He did lose two useful chess pieces, but he also secretly eliminated the real threat.

Without Medivh's long-charged magic, he didn't know who could stop Archimonde's arrival. Both sides of this battle had little time left.

"The last supper of mortals should be put last. Now let me play seriously with you."

"Ner'zhul, show your true power now and push them back."

Half-crouching with his sword in hand, Ner'zhul pushed back the warriors who were besieging him and said, "This was originally... drawn by me."

Crackling, crackling, the ice continued to crack, Arthas's face began to turn ugly, and the four mounts that suddenly came here had light in their eyes.

"Power... This is... the Lich King's... true power."