The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Warriors, hold the line!"

"We are the chosen people of light (holy light), we cannot fall!"

Standing on the high platform, Arthas raised his hammer and sent down rays of holy light, covering the wounded and dying soldiers on the front line, as well as all the soldiers who were fighting.

The light fell on the desert, and in front of the Westward Alliance's line was the thick and wide sand gate of the Sandfury Trolls.

This is Zul'Farrak in Tanaris, the city of the Sandfury trolls and their place of pilgrimage.

The scorching sun like daylight is here all the time. Yellow sand and high temperature are the themes of the daytime here, just like today's sun is still dazzling.

However, this place is now a battlefield, and the Westward Alliance from the Eastern Kingdoms to Kalimdor is besieging this desert city.

"For Lordaeron, for Prince Arthas!"

An infantryman who was originally lying down grabbed the shield that fell to the ground in front of him under the holy light, stood up and pushed away the sandfury troll who was trying to take his life with a knife.

Facing this holy light, he threw away the shield in his hand and shouted angrily: "Monster, die!"

The holy light healed his wounds, giving him the strength to move forward again, and he took the opportunity to swing his sword.

This sword, powered by holy light, directly beheaded the retreating trolls.

However, the headless troll fell to the ground and lay dead for only a moment before his body moved.

However, the holy light fell once again, and the evil-breaking light purified the undead soul that was about to be resurrected.

Many warriors like him stood up in the beams of holy light and defeated the troll enemies in front of them.

No matter whether the enemy is dead or alive, human or beast, troll or desert lizard...

Together with Holy Light, the warriors of the Westward Alliance continued to advance the front line.

"Go ahead, brothers!"

Along with this voice came a whirlwind warrior with two swords. He charged straight into the group of trolls at the gate of Zul'Farrak, and his swords drank the blood of the trolls.

They were different from the Sandfury trolls. Most of these siege troops wore heavy armor, which was in stark contrast to the trolls' barely-fitting cloth.

"Brothers, these trolls must pay, no matter what kind of raging trolls they are!"

"Intruders, how dare you invade this sacred place!"

The swordsman punched the chest of the troll lich who made the noise, and looked at the body of the dazed soul and said, "From my perspective, you were the ones who started the war."

Because they launched an invasion of the Westward Alliance's base in the Barrens, they are now paying the price for provoking a war.

The war captured their data-free points outside and reached the "temple" of their god, the three-headed snake Gahz'rilla.

The troll lich soul secretly hated these words, but he was still trying to return to his body.

These invaders were clearly expanding... His body died, and his soul received guidance from the gods beside the sword-wielding warrior.

"Yes, you were the first to start the war."

Before he finished speaking, a man swung a hammer to the front and, together with the holy light users behind him, used holy light blasting to blow open the city gate.

"We wanted to talk, but you don't seem to want to talk...you only want war!"

With a hammer strike, the sand cracked and holy light emerged. Arthas stepped on the holy land of light and shook away the surrounding trolls.

Bang, bang, bang! One after another, the troll warriors crashed into their city, fell into the pits, their breath weakened or even disappeared.

During the battle, Arthas was surrounded by mysterious runes, greatly amplifying the power of his Holy Light.

"Arthas, those Sandfury trolls are preparing evil magic."

"Now, the power of shadow and death begins to permeate the city."

A circle-shaped magic circle lit up, and Jaina walked out of it to remind the paladin who had left the command high ground.

"We need to stop their rituals before more sacrifices are made."

Hearing this, Arthas raised his hammer and sent down holy light to heal the surrounding warriors, saying, "We will, Jaina."

"No matter what kind of evil magic it is, it can't stop it..."

Bang, bang, bang, crack!

A familiar figure who looked like the mage beside him hugged the warrior who was swinging his sword, and the arcane magic emanating from his body flattened a corner of the battlefield at the city gate.

Looking at the portal that automatically dissipated and the blue arcane shield that emerged from the smoke, Arthas and Jaina frowned together.

In broad daylight, there was a crazy wizard... Snap, an ordinary heavy diary hit the "fractured" warrior's head.

The swordless warrior's fine armor disappeared, and Tanred's appearance as an adjutant disappeared. He is now a captain...

"You are here!"

"Sister, why are you here too?"

Feeling his elder sister's strength, as his elder sister pulled him up, Tanred looked at the troll that was blocked by the arcane shield and asked.

He had never expected to encounter such a memorable embrace... snap... it hurts...

To help her brother straighten his bones, Tanred's sister pinched the holy light and said, "You suddenly disappeared from the spot, and we were worried for several days."

"However, with the help of the Enthusiastic Time Dragon, Artha and I... Ouch, you are bullying me again!"

Snap! The white-haired Death Knight snatched the diary and hit her on the head.

"That's enough. We're here to look for someone."

He came here through space and heart-to-heart communication through armor, but he was not here to care about his brother-in-law's safety.

The next second, the Death Knight raised his magic sword and released a dark beam of light, saying, "Tanred, have you ever seen anyone from the future?"

Regarding this issue, Tanred watched the undead and trolls fighting and felt that the Death Knight was too arrogant.

The dark beams of light fell on the resurrected undead trolls and directly controlled them to attack their compatriots in life.

This is completely different from the Paladin using Holy Light to purify the undead. The Death Knight directly plays the control flow.

In other worlds, does my brother-in-law use this kind of psychic magic so unscrupulously?

After thinking for a while, Tanred said, "Brother-in-law, how about we deal with these trolls first?"

"Very good, then we'll talk about it later."

After receiving the reply, the Death Knight grabbed the female captain in front of him and charged directly towards an old man behind the Westward Alliance line.

Seeing this untimely counter-charge, Arthas fell silent.

Next, Jaina looked at the huge amount of holy light falling from the sky and fell silent.

Not far away, Varian, who had returned to his original appearance, looked down at the notebook that had hit him out of nowhere and also fell silent.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the air!

Some members of the Eastern Kingdoms Alliance with different expressions fell from the sky. They had different expressions... but there seemed to be some similarities.

The expressions hidden on their faces showed that this was not the first time this had happened and they were a little used to it.

Because of habit, no one shouted...

"Lor'themar, help!"

"I was thrown here while drinking tea. Help me!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Lor'themar dived down and hugged Mirandiya and said, "Aunt... Mirandiya, why are you here?"

Glancing around with blue eyes, Mirandiya said incoherently: "I don't... I don't know, nephew!"

"Alright, Mage Mirandia."

"I still need to remind you, there are trolls down there."

Grand Mage Romance, who had fallen from the same height nearby, spoke kindly to the mage who no longer had the demeanor of a mage.

The other races that came were not called, only their elves showed an alternative, which was really quite... Why did she, Mirandiya, come? !

"Trolls, Rommath, I, Mirandia, am fighting against trolls!"

Pushing her nephew away, Mirandiya condensed two flames in her hands and dived down at an accelerated speed.

When she heard that they might encounter trolls, she thought they were going to fight the Amani trolls, so she signed up and joined her eldest nephew's convoy.

As a result, she saw a different desert and different trolls, but she did not forget her goal of fighting the trolls.

However, someone rushed faster than her. Muradin summoned thunder, and the violent thunder dragon hurled a hammer, and the dragon's roar resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Everyone, get out of my way! I, the Explorer Muradin Bronzebeard, am here!"

Not far away, a bearded dwarf was stunned. Wasn’t Muradin Bronzebeard right here?

Could it be that he is fake?

Is that dwarf explorer over there, the one with a hammer and an axe and accompanied by a thunder dragon and a thunder lion, the real one? !

"Kid, why haven't you been here for a while... Are you the one?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Throwing a cute cub into the sky, the Death Knight said, "Holy Light has brought us together again."

"Think about the things that were left behind that day. I'll leave this to you to take care of."

Turning his head to look at the female captain who had been feeling guilty recently, the Death Knight continued, "I think we are always superior in one respect."

Catching the big-eyed cute cub, Terenas said, "So, kid, what do you want to do this time?"

"I just came here to look for someone and see how strong the Sandfury Trolls are."

Taking the slap from the Death Knight, the female captain said, "Yes, we are just passing by."

"Time flies by, and we have already accomplished what we wanted to accomplish this time."

Looking down at his granddaughter from another world, Terenas' expression softened and he began his rare "retirement" time.

Whatever happened, he finally did something he had always wanted to do...he was still alive.

……

"Yes, Liadrin."

Looking at the multi-headed snake beast lying before him, Romans said, "Gahzrilla, it turns out you are so vulnerable."

"I have benefited greatly from participating in the fall of Zul'Farrak."

At this time, a blue-eyed priest asked softly, "Mr. Grand Mage, are you calling me?"

"It should be her he called, Liadrin."

With the priest lady looking at the silver-armored heroic paladin, Mirandiya said: "After all, your current relationship is not as 'close' as theirs."

"She's right, my past self."

Pulling out Quel'Delar and blinking her golden eyes, Liadrin said, "Grand Mage, he is here to see me."

"Compared to you, I am more..."

"Oh~ Li Yajun, you prefer Holy Light, right?"

Holding the blue microphone that had just condensed, Avian said with bright purple eyes: "According to gossip, you... change the subject."

“While Lor'themar fought in Nazjatar, you led your army in the bloody battle of Arathi Highlands.”

"I don't know. What do you think of Talisa's betrayal?"

Looking at the confused aunt and nephew Theron nearby, Avian said, "Ms. Mirandia claims to be your mentor and a friend of Von der Lore."

"From what she revealed, you and Mr. Lor'themar are attracted to each other, but..."

Purple eyes suddenly showed horror, and the Bright Wing Ranger resisted: "Uh, my knight, don't do this!"

"Let me finish asking this question...Ah hey!"

He picked up the struggling Avian and threw her in a parabola toward a pool of water with raging glacial waves in the distance, causing her voice to fade away.