The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Marvion, what do you do for a living?"

"Your Majesty, listen to me..."

With a snap, the stubborn king asked, "Why, do you have the guts to interrupt now?"

"Have I been too nice to you these past few days, causing you to forget what it means to be a qualified adjutant?!"

"Hmm? Well, my lieutenant."

Careful, what does it mean to be careful?

Then, this person carefully glanced at the record book that others had painstakingly handed over.

Is the person who finds the key words and then starts a live video to curse people really serious?

"Your Majesty, there is actually a reason for this."

"Because of the previous chaos, these..."

Listening to the adjutant's serious explanation on the other side of the image, Arthas frowned.

He had been a temporary king before and had dealt with mountains of military and government affairs, but he felt quite aggrieved about this matter.

The legacy of history, evil is always so disturbing.

He was beaten so badly that there might not be any trace left, so how could he be left with this kind of "tough stubble"?

Don’t these evil people know that he just destroyed a nest of evil?

Don’t you know how terrifying the red holy flame was that day?

Also, isn't that a bit too bold?!

"All right, Marwyn."

"I understand the cause of this matter, I tell you."

Arthas made a throat-slitting gesture and said, "Anyone who dares to affect the unity of the country will be severely punished."

"Special policies for special times, for this former Alliance noble next to you."

"We will not talk about anything else but the teachings of the Holy Light."

Raising his hand, he condensed a ball of holy light and passed through the arm portal opened by the kind-hearted person. Arthas looked at the image in front of him devoutly.

"Sir, you can either accept the call of the Holy Light or go back and tell Fakrest."

"The Syndicate must either release those innocent people who have suffered, or I will go over there and kill you evil criminals."

On the other side of the image, a human gentleman wearing aristocratic clothes, tightly bound by ropes, was looking at the hand of holy light above his head.

I was immediately filled with fear and trepidation. Could a Paladin do something like this? !

He, as well as the invisible incarnation of Fakrest nearby, could clearly feel the holy light falling.

The holy light will inspire those who are enveloped by it. This is an irreversible process... The holy light fell on the head of the Syndicate's "bait".

As the Hand of Holy Light returned to the owner of the image, the believer of Holy Light said, "Your Majesty, I am guilty."

"I was greedy for a moment and accepted it..."

The long confession was over, and Marwyn left with the followers of the Holy Light, leaving behind an invisible Syndicate thief who remained silent.

"Farkrest, I have plenty of time to play with you."

Facing the empty no-man's land, Arthas said: "Remember, never test my patience."

"From this day forward, I want you to ensure that there is no longer any Syndicate or Otlante Restoration Organization."

"Now Lordaeron rules this area, and we in Lordaeron, or even the people of the Alliance, cannot be plundered at will."

"Otherwise, the Holy Light or the dragon will come personally to help the Syndicate carry out an internal 'cleansing'."

……

"Holy Light! Before my eyes, all dark monopolies... including the Syndicate, will cease to exist."

After the long warning, the incarnation who was inspired by the Holy Light because of his stubbornness, regained true freedom in another sense and left here.

The sandbag-sized fist, the ferocious dragon fist, and the dwarf's iron fist helped him break free from Fakrest's control and realize the truth of the Holy Light.

At this moment, he was heading towards the Otlanth Mountains with an important mission.

When a thief appears in the wizard's "sight" and has nowhere to hide, if he does not have unparalleled skills, he can only get an "unparalleled" ending.

Competing in intelligence... Arthas looked down at the list contributed by a certain Pope of a curse sect, as well as information such as locations, and the corner of his mouth twisted.

In a world with a similar plot, this method is still very useful at close time points, without having to think too hard.

Not to mention, he will also update and arrange the information in real time according to different experiences.

"Well, Jaina, quickly switch to the next channel."

"After we finish dealing with things here, we have to go..."

"Your Majesty, I have encountered a problem here."

Hearing these words, Arthas felt that the marshal was indeed a marshal.

As soon as he came up, he had a different experience. He was finally able to... arrive at Marshal Gariss's army after a while.

"Osmar Garithos, is that all?"

Bowing, Osmar said, "Your Majesty, the king's treatment is complete."

"The miracle of Holy Light has once again been revealed before us, and humanity... we are one step closer to rebuilding a beautiful Lordaeron."

Turning back to the battlefield filled with the sounds of killing, Osmar said with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, we have many soldiers and generals."

"Training requires bloodshed, and the current situation is just the right time for these guys to see more blood."

Arthas and the two people beside him were unable to refute this statement and passed through the portal back to the office.

Isn't it just about not letting one hammer... or one sword destroy that group of undead?

Please speak directly next time, don't do this kind of thing. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that holding special garlic... Returning to his seat, Arthas wiped away his tears with his sleeves and didn't want to talk.

But he had to speak.

"Jaina, next, we will focus on face-to-face and close-range work."

"Okay, Arthas."

"Kid, get rid of that weeping garlic smell first, I can't stop."

"Okay, Master Muradin~"

……

Along with solving problems face to face step by step, convincing the people with words and warmly comforting the ministers.

In just one morning, the interim king and his two trusted ministers resolved a large number of issues and temporarily resolved a series of post-war problems.

Although the practical people at the front have a lot of things to deal with, the king at the rear has even more things to do personally.

For example, someone falls into the sea and needs urgent treatment.

So-and-so had a bloody head, and the pastor was lying on the board.

Someone's arm is broken, but there are only pure output people around him.

……

Anyone with a discerning eye would know that someone personally claimed that he was the representative of holy light and even had the ability to regenerate a broken arm.

Especially when there is someone with sufficient magic power who can create a teleportation channel at will, he will become necessary.

Judging from the time that the female angel who accompanied the two enthusiastic ladies on the second floor was still alive, she must be a medical genius if she was not carrying any sharp weapons.

With a wave of the hand, all kinds of damage, gains and losses are holy healing... I just want to ask, is the healing capacity large? !

As long as you are not really dead, they can be brought back to you immediately, and the jobs of those soul-catching "Black and White Impermanence" will be smashed!

"Phew! It should be done now."

As soon as Arthas returned to the office and took a breath, he saw the empty stone table.

Before he could smile with relief, Jaina pointed to the large video screen hanging high up, which connected it to the source of the emergency signal in real time... The adjutant had something good in his hand.

"Your Majesty, something has happened!"

"What is it, Falrick?!"

"There are women who are about to give birth..."

Staring angrily at the screen occupied by a familiar face, Arthas said: "Farric, you are my adjutant!"

He suddenly spread his hands and said in a slow tone, "Actually, I'm not that omnipotent."

"Well... Your Majesty, there is actually one more thing."

"You talk, I listen..."

"There is a group of ogres blocking our way ahead, preventing us from finding Dr. Frank."

With his spirits lifted, a free door opener kicked the excited Arthas away and said, "Okay, I'll go right away!"

"Jaina, Muradin, both of you stop and let me pass first!"

After watching the three people leave, Christina grabbed the small water element in her hand, squeezed it, and patted it.

Sitting in the small castle made of beach sand, holding the water element A Guang, Christina smashed the castle monster in one fell swoop.

I was so angry! It was almost lunch time and there was not a single candy or cake left for her.

Not far away, the sweets piled high have something to say about this.

……

Unable to find another intruder, and with no end in sight for the fourteen days, Jaina grabbed her hair, Arthas shrugged, and Muradin teased his granddaughter.

With his big head resting against the head opposite him, Arthas lay on the smooth floor and said, "Ah! I miss my father so much."

At the same time, the owner of the head opposite opened his mouth and said, "Well, Arthas, I miss him too."

Not far away, Muradin twitched his beard and said, “Hey, I suddenly think the position of one of the representatives of the Council of Three Hammers is quite good.”

Below, the little girl who was punching the bearded man was so tired that she collapsed on the cushion handed to her by Jaina.

Phew~ This is the bad thing about being a child. Some people will always treat you as a child and accompany you to do things that children like to do.

What's even more annoying is...the three laughing girls on the rooftop are not only noisy, but also...

If you have the guts, open the door and let’s go in and compete with each other in intelligence!

The peaceful rest time passed slowly, and Arthas slowly stood up and grabbed Proudmoore, who had a flat stomach.

Watching the old man and the young man playing chess, the duel between a novice and a master, Arthas had to speak up to disturb the two.

"Judging from the time, it seems to be past noon, but we don't seem to have had lunch."

"Huh?! How did you... Gurgle, I'm hungry."

After hearing this, Arthas waved towards the gate and watched the tightly closed gate open automatically.

The environment outside is still the same, with ruins covering ruins, waiting for the borrowed workers to rebuild this stinking ruin.

Although there are four dedicated foremen riding tools to clean up the traces of the plague, it still takes some time.

The hard battle last night only resulted in the purification of this three-story royal house of Lordaeron and some nearby ruins.

"I think we need a good meal before the hard work that will start automatically this afternoon."

"My assistant, Jaina Proudmoore, where are you!"

"I'm here! Mr. Chef Menethil."

Placing a plate of dead wild boar on the table, Jaina waited for the next instruction.

After all, so much...the surface of the meat still needs some processing, or multiple steps.

Because this ingredient happened to be a lucky black-haired, fierce-tusked pig that was slaughtered on the way to deliver a person or a doctor when fighting an ogre.

"If this is what we're having for dinner tonight, I think we might as well do a little favor for the food first."

As soon as he finished speaking, boiling water was poured, the hair was removed and the skin was rubbed, swords flashed and sabers flashed... The fire rack had been lit, and the big pot with various condiments began to bubble.