The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Seeing an old Lordaeron Alliance gold coin shining with golden light, the thief warrior with a moon blade battle tattoo on his face narrowed his moonlight eyes.

With a whoosh, the Lich King looked down at the hole that had appeared again in his chest, then looked up at the thief who had taken refuge in stealth.

Throwing out the round gold coin in his hand, the Lich King held up an all-round healing shield with one hand and said, "Warrior, kill that Archimonde."

"Listen to me, this is the deposit, after you win."

"If I were still alive, I would give you a great shield of Lordaeron, signed by the royal family of Menethil!"

Turning around, the Lich King transformed into a huge black dragon, and charged head-on into Archimonde in the rain of fel fire, engaging in a giant duel.

"Archimonde, it's time for a head-on confrontation!"

"Black Dragon...this really surprised me."

“Ah…Ah…Ah!”

"This little bit of strength is not enough, weakling."

Amid the sound of "friendly exchange", the thief warrior took the deposit and quietly put it into the wooden vine storage bag hidden in his chest.

This action means that he has accepted the task, and he once again enters invisible state.

At the crossfire, the Paladin warrior raised a thick great hammer and was ready to strike the Fire Phoenix on the head with the hammer.

"Your Highness Arthas, the justice of Holy Light has arrived!"

Boom, bang! The rune black dragon turned its head towards the demon as if nothing had happened and opened its bloody mouth.

So what if he was used as a meat shield by the devil? He was tolerant of his friends and vengeful to his enemies.

In this kind of environment, being too big is a trap, but his eyes are full of coldness and his mouth full of sharp teeth is extremely itchy.

At that moment, he bit it... Archimonde pulled his hands up and down, and a crackling sound was heard.

Without waiting for the dog to howl for help, Arthas panted and lowered his ferocious dragon head.

Through the hollow place that had been repaired countless times, where the flesh bud was born today, he looked at the warrior behind him who was casting holy light on him.

Don't be angry, at least you can see the situation.

If the milk supply is not enough, then do it yourself...

"Oh ho ho!"

With a roar of pain, Arthas closed his mouth and punched forward.

Seeing this, Archimonde raised his fist to meet the unbreakable rain of holy light arrows falling from the sky.

Boom! Although the inside of Arthas' arm was broken again, he used the dark light to heal himself.

He just uses real dragon fist to fight hand-to-hand, and fights two people at the same time.

He would also deliberately bump into him from time to time, forcing back Mephistroth who wanted to swing his sword downwards.

"Archimonde, this is our...second meeting!"

The druid warrior who shouted leaped up from the Flame Proto-Dragon, turned into a meat bomb and charged straight towards Archimonde's waist.

"hehe."

Along with the laughter came… a bang! The Fiery Proto-Dragon grabbed the falling meat ball with its two claws.

This attack, no matter how thick the fat is, cannot break Archimonde's body protection energy just like the rain of holy light arrows.

"Warriors, I see that you...are not used to the aerial battlefield yet...cough..."

His head was knocked crooked by a punch, and Arthas coughed up a mouthful of black blood and said, "How about arranging... Archimonde... to go to the ground battlefield?"

At this time, Archimonde suppressed the black dragon with one hand and shot out a black and red finger with the other hand.

Facing the sudden fatal blow, the Paladin Warrior saluted and raised his shield, saying, "I will obey your orders, Prince Arthas."

Touched, still touched.

Among the five of them, except for the dragon girl, the other four are really not very good at air combat.

Boom! The Rune Black Dragon raised its claws to block the Paladin Warrior's finger, and then it healed itself with a full dark holy light.

The biggest difference between him and other holy light users is that his holy light of death now has a truly all-round healing ability.

So what if there’s a hole in the body and flesh and blood is flying everywhere?

A dark light flashed, and new flesh and blood was reborn. This is how shameless a pure healing demigod is.

If you want to hit him on the head, then you have to ask the Crown of Domination on the Hardened Skull... and the Earth Rune Dragon Horn whether they agree!

Staring at the demon in front of him with his fist raised, Arthas raised his hand to take the Sand of Time from the Bronze Dragon Lady...

Immersed in the dim sand, Arthas wanted to ask this fellow from another world, what the hell was this thick and filling feeling?

In less than a moment, the dust cleared and a black dragon covered in thick sand armor appeared.

Now, even the sharp teeth in his mouth were covered with sand braces, making them seem thicker and sharper.

Armored, Arthas shouted, "Archimonde, let's begin our real battle!"

At the same time, Archimonde punched the diving warrior from the air, and his eyes ignited with evil flames.

"Lich King, I hope you really understand what combat is!"

Fists collided, and Arthas said seriously: "Believe me, this is a fight of fists and flesh!"

In response to this false statement, Archimonde still used his simple and unadorned evil flame fist... and the warrior champion slashed out with both swords.

It flew away, and the familiar dragon claws grabbed the knight on the back and made him sit down.

The bronze dragon lady bit the warrior champion, preventing him from experiencing another free fall.

Not far away, he climbed onto Archimonde's heavy shoulder armor and took out two frost blade daggers.

The next second, Archimonde turned his head, blew out air, and gave a finger of death.

With two consecutive hits, the thief warrior who was holding up various shields was able to enjoy the experience of being lifted into the air.

At this moment, Arthas took the opportunity to enjoy the soul-shattering pleasure of the magic sword piercing the dragon's body, and fell straight down holding Mephistroth.

"Arthas, you can't do anything!"

"Oh~ brother, I think we need to have a good talk, the kind with swords."

The glacier exploded, and the sword-wielding Lich King emerged from the ice mist and said so, swinging his sword at the rune bat.

At the same time, Medivh, who was far away, raised his right hand.

With the help of the magician behind him, he condensed a huge arcane hand above Archimonde's head out of thin air.

Just as Medivh gritted his teeth and forced his right hand down, the purple arcane hand viciously pressed down the green fel shield that Archimonde was supporting the ground.

A flash of blue lightning appeared, and Jaina gathered a huge amount of magic power and said, "Okay, arrogant demon."

"Master, forget it!"

"Hehe! Now is the time to enjoy the gift we prepared for you!"

Without waiting for Archimonde to put up a serious resistance, Jaina raised a huge ice spear and threw it straight down over his head.

With the help of the ice spear of suppressing force, the arcane hand led the fel giant, and the three of them rushed straight to the glacier below where the sword energy was running rampant.

"Arthas, I see through your sword skills."

"I have had enough of your incompetent words, Mephistroth."

You’re welcome, Arthas, who had returned to his human form, retorted with a slash of sword.

"Take a good look at what the Lordaeron military sword style is - Demon's Descent."

Taking a step back, Arthas sneered as he walked through the virtuous wife to open the portal, and watched Mephistroth being shrouded by a huge shadow.

"Arthas!"

Click, click, bang!

With this roar to add to the fun, Mephistroth was directly overwhelmed by Archimonde who also roared incompetently.

The big hand and the ice spear disappeared, leaving only the thick ice layer to crack once again.

The constantly generated ice fog spread across the battlefield, and some remnants of the fighting armies occasionally died in the shock... The glacial battlefield was in ruins.

"Warriors, this is truly a unique victory!"

Taking an arcane "crystal" from Jaina, Arthas turned and looked at the five reunited warriors.

"In order to achieve new results, I need you to hold back Archimonde."

"This is the reward for the first stage of the mission. Please accept it, warriors!"

As the Lich King revealed a mysterious "kind" smile, the Kaldorei warrior held his head high, accepted the reward, and nodded seriously.

He didn't have any stolen equipment. The captain would distribute it freely after the war... The Sin'dorei warrior held the largest denomination of the dice.

She shook the dice and forcibly snatched the prize in front of the sad faces of the three team members...

Looking at the captain's dice, Arthas turned around with great strides while expressing deep sympathy for the unfortunate Kaldorei.

At this moment, behind him, Jaina, Muradin and others were full of fighting spirit, and various buffs were applied again.

Arthas faced a black-red and a green fel beam and said, "Alright, warriors."

"We will work together. You will need to hold off the most powerful enemy head-on, and we will help you..."

After a pause, Arthas threw out the black sword of death and said, "Relax, this is just a small challenge."

"God bless you, we will help you clean up everything that affects your performance..."

"For the Lich King!"

Seeing the five warriors shouting in unison and launching a charge, heroes such as Arthas smiled helplessly.

In a sense, they understood that... at least Arthas was not sick to this extent.

Looking around, Jaina seemed to have something to say.

She remembered that day vaguely, the Helmet of Will... Arthas blocked the icy sword energy and looked at her seriously, shaking his head.

That was clearly what she said, it was none of his business, and she was such a coward.

With a fierce look in his eyes, Arthas slashed out a holy sword and said, "Alright, alright."

"It's time, follow me, heroes!"

With a fierce look on his face, Arthas picked up the stunned wizard and threw him into a parabola with his sister in his arms.

Today, for the first time, he did one of the things he had always wanted to do, throwing a "mana bomb" full of explosive energy.

She must have developed some kind of magic addiction recently. Arthas glanced at the group of "skinny old people" behind him and suddenly felt that he had done a good job.

He is talking big, but when you look at the old people behind him,

He always felt sorry for them and had to... give them potions and perform healing spells first.

On the other side, when Proudmoore's bomb hit Mephistroth in a Superman flying posture, five lion-shouldered warriors surrounded Archimonde.

"Hey!"

Raising his shield and swinging his hammer, the Paladin warrior shouted and threw out a solid shadow of a huge holy hammer.

It can be seen that she really loves Hammer.

"Mortal, I have had enough of your Holy Light!"

"Devil, it's time to pay with blood!"

Holding the shield to block the finger of death, the warrior warrior burst out with a strong red aura of anger and launched a fearless charge towards Archimonde in front of him.

The invincible Finger of Death couldn't even create a crack in front of his White Lion Shield.

Right behind him, the Bronze Dragon Lady, who had transformed into a mage warrior again, raised her hand to gather magic power.

"Friends, it's our turn to fight together again."

Suddenly, the four elements of fire, earth, water and wind stood beside her, four master-level elementals.

Next, she brought her four elemental friends and blasted Archimonde with the four elemental magics in their hands.

There was another bang! Jaina fought Mephistroth with the Holy Lance.

As spears and swords clashed, some broken ice flakes flew towards this side.

"Don't worry, I can catch it, sis!"