The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"This...how is this possible?!"

In this vast icy land covered with runes of death and fel energy, in the bright and flawless light, and in Muradin's voice of doubt, a miracle happened.

The person who released this light saw the miracle inside, and Arthas couldn't help but shake the female captain behind him.

He wanted her to perform Transfiguration, to change into whatever she wanted, and to be stupid first out of respect.

Face, I have prepared such a grand face for you, old man, face!

Without Master Uther, what about Master Uther, Arthas Menethil?

Where did the big messenger of light that I, a fool, called go?!

There isn't even a normal bonus item, just...

"This...Prince Arthas, is this the miracle you mentioned?!"

“Hahahahaha! This is the miracle of the Holy Light. It’s as ridiculous as your self-confidence!”

In the tiger's den on the glacier surrounded by wolves, outside the super holy shield, Mephistroth laughed, and laughed very wildly.

With one hand, he released fel energy into the fel fireball that was growing bigger and bigger, and with the other hand he held up a fel fire wall to block the attacks of the drug-addicted enemies.

Inside the Super Holy Shield, in an empty place, there stood a slightly damaged hammer.

In Arthas' eyes, this gray-yellow hammer had a wide right side and slightly pointed left side hammer head exposed, while its handle was stuck in the ice.

He estimated that the hammer was about... It seemed familiar, wasn't it Uther's Lightbringer hammer? !

The Silver Hand emblem in the middle is the symbol of the Silver Hand. This hammer was forged with the establishment of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

There are occasional blue runes above its broad head and spiral patterns on the wooden handle, but the color of the hammer itself is not bright.

“Hahahahahahahaha, look!”

Looking at the warhammer with some people, Mephistos said: "The so-called miracle is just an ugly warhammer!"

"There is holy light inside, but the power of the holy light it contains is so weak, just like... a soul..."

At this moment, under the gaze of the fighters, a soul floated out from the long-handled war hammer.

He was a normal middle-aged Azeroth human. His hands were empty, but the armor he wore was still so heavy.

The Lightbringer's cloak, woven from linen, still sways behind him.

His appearance was familiar to most of the coalition forces, and his resolute sea-green eyes revealed a firm belief.

He is a pious soul, at least that's what everyone subconsciously thinks when they see him for the first time.

A golden holy light radiates from within this soul body.

The large holy contract on his waist was still so... dim but shiny, which was also the holy light of the Light Messenger.

Although these holy lights seem weak, warm holy lights are still warm holy lights.

"Who is calling for the Holy Light?! Who is calling me?"

This was Uther's first sentence upon arriving in this world, his tone full of inquiry and doubt.

However, there is always someone who responds to his questions.

In his memory, heavy and familiar footsteps were coming towards him.

The long white hair under the crown fluttered in the cold wind. Arthas squatted down, held the warhammer and said, "Uther, it's me."

"It was I who called you, and it was I who called upon the Holy Light."

Hearing the deep voice, Uther quickly turned around, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Alsace..."

"If this is hell, this is hell."

"Uther, there is indeed a special place for me in Hell."

Pulling out his warhammer, Arthas raised it and said, "But everything will change here."

"Because I am here... No, because the Light is here, Uther."

Facing the evil fireball that was beginning to burst out with a destructive aura, he was at the forefront of the attack and holy light flashed in his skeleton gauntlets.

Waves of warm holy light poured into the broken hammer, while the holy light emerging from the broken gaps in the hammer tried to repair it.

"No matter what, you need to witness this moment, Uther."

"I am now a legendary paladin. I can do things you never thought possible, like this."

As soon as these words were spoken, a vast amount of holy light blocked the unstoppable ball of destruction, achieving something that had not been done before.

In addition to this, many golden threads flowed into Uther while he was in a soul state.

This devout believer of the holy light once again felt the holy light.

Although this holy light came from the Lich King... his disciple, he knew who was calling his name.

He faced the tide of holy light, and walked step by step to the "Legendary" Paladin whose eyes had turned golden, and pressed down the "Lord of the Dead" who bound his soul with one hand.

As the holy light continued to pour in, he finally realized that the Arthas in front of him was not the same Arthas Menethil after all.

No matter how familiar the disciple's holy light is, it is not, and the character is completely different.

At least, in his opinion, the powerful Lich King Arthas Menethil really does not know the Holy Light.

Hammer of the Lightbringer (Soul of Uther)

[Light Messenger: The stronger your Holy Light power is, the stronger the three abilities of Holy Light in the traditional sense, or the Holy Light abilities in various senses, will be.

The degree of improvement depends on the Lightbringer's state of mind, and the highest level of improvement is Legendary.

Although it has witnessed many historic moments, the upper limit of its owner's strength is just a legend, and his death is also just a legend.

The one who holds this hammer and is qualified to own it is the successor of the Lightbringer and the Lightbringer.

In the seven years since Uther's death at Andorhal, no paladin has considered himself worthy enough to lift the hammer.

Limited time: When the legendary road in you is freed, it and its true owner will return to its original place, the tomb of Uther.

〖This soul is the soul of Uther in this timeline, a resurrected dead person.

This Uther is the soul of the paladin in her world, in Uther's tomb.

After almost successfully defeating the Lich King Arthas, she watched the soul of the Lightbringer disappear.

Everything seemed to have been predestined, but she didn't want to admit it now. She really didn't want to admit what she had experienced before.

This illusory reality, this unreal feeling, made her...

"Today, even if there is space or time between us, these can't stop me."

"My child, you can't save my soul by doing this."

"What do you think you can do, Arthas Menethil?"

Waving his hands to gather the fel energy waves, Mephistroth said: "That is just a broken soul, a soul from another world!"

"Trying to revive him, what can you do without a broken soul?!"

The massive amount of holy light continued to block the demon's "impotent rage", but it was unable to block his slightly anxious voice.

Because he knew clearly that the message that Anaseron risked his life to convey to him must be credible.

The magic sword is not important. What is important are these two people who came to this world and they are hiding a big secret.

If it weren't for the restrictions here, the restrictions of... the current situation... there would be no place secret enough to pass this news to the emperor.

Continuing to guide the Holy Light into the soul, Arthas said: "This is the revelation of the Holy Light, Uther."

"When we were in the most danger, you came, your soul and your hammer came."

"One month, one of the few opportunities in the world, I think I can always do something."

"Since this is the revelation of the Holy Light, I will act according to my heart."

With his back to the soul recorder, Arthas said seriously: "I am never selfless. I am a selfish person."

"No matter which world I am in, I have always been quite selfish. There has not even been a time when I was truly selfless in a broad sense, what I consider selflessness."

"However, from my current experience, the 'Holy Light' is indeed omnipotent."

Before he finished speaking, a door spanning space and time was opened by this holy light, and another separated soul came in.

At this time, all the allied heroes looked at this place from afar and were also surprised that they continued to fight. This was not something that a legendary paladin could do.

At the same time, countless pairs of unfathomable eyes stared at the gap, but like the demigod demons, they could do nothing.

Even if there are beings who are truly capable of handling this matter, they don't have enough time to come here and personally...

The universe is huge and time is long. There will never be just one chance. This is just a similar opportunity like countless others in the past.

At this moment, the two separated souls looked at each other and said at the same time: "Perhaps this is the revelation of the Holy Light."

Just like in a previous world, the divided soul merged again and the scar on the chest gradually disappeared.

This time, it is no longer a soul cast by light, but a living person and soul.

Returning the Lightbringer Hammer to its master, Arthas said, "Welcome."

"Today, as we unite to fight against evil, you are welcome to return to the battlefield."

At this time, Muradin came up and said, "Old friend, this time I finally fulfilled one of my wishes."

"Although this is a battlefield where lives can be lost at any time, this does not affect our sincere welcome to you."

“The miracle of Holy Light has indeed come, beyond all of our expectations.”

After the two old acquaintances shook hands, Arthas walked up to the middle position, between the two masters.

For a moment, he said with great pride: "What can a mere evil energy ball do to me?"

"Heroes of the Alliance, I think everyone has recovered almost completely. We can't keep hiding this anymore."

Hearing the words of the titular Grand Marshal, most of the Alliance heroes had a bubbling look on their faces...

Leaving aside the other two main battlefields, let’s not talk about the two gangs next to us who are evenly matched, and we won’t go into detail about everyone’s contributions.

Our group fought for so long, consumed countless bottles of potions, our names were not fully revealed, and we almost got wiped out.

When I saw this group of people, I misunderstood... Arthas was wrong. They had recovered long ago and even started fighting again.

Osmar, exhausted, flew backwards and couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.

While gritting his teeth to dispel the evil energy and accepting heartwarming treatment, he wanted to say, I don't want to be a braggart anymore, you take care of yourself.

Marshal Garithos finally wanted to say...Long live humanity...I think I'm okay again.

Holy light! I can't faint at all.

He looked at Arthas approvingly, his face full of affirmation.

"Now, bring out your best... well, our will is never exhausted, okay!"

Faced with the murderous look in the demon's eyes, Arthas thought carefully and changed his words seriously.

"Mephistroth, what do you think your so-called 'Sargeras' power can do?"