The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Human, you are nothing more than a cunning and slippery rat!"

"So, here's the problem."

"You can't hit me, but I can easily hit you."

In response to Grommash's "slanderous" words, Arthas, wearing the heavy armor of the Death King, spoke the truth in a deep voice.

Because he couldn't be hit... Even if he could be hit, Arthas would just turn around and run away again.

The five orc heroes, temporarily helpless against Arthas, wished to board the ship.

They would be directly hit by the "axe" in Arthas's hand, and would be forced to fight back and watch him draw the line with his "axe".

That's it. The five of them were willing but unable to do anything, and thus Arthas wasted their precious time.

Having seasickness is bad enough, and not having enough rest is also very bad.

However, it is even more frustrating when we have finally gathered together and are trying to come up with a solution but are constantly being wasted.

In a one-on-one fight, neither of them is inferior to the other. As for... Xue Ge, the Frost Wolf with eyes full of desire to attack.

A frost wolf was very lucky not to be struck by lightning on the thundering battlefield.

If it’s a group challenge, Arthas can only express confidence.

"Also, you crude orcs, if you can't speak, don't talk nonsense."

Once he becomes the target of the gang fight, he can only play the tricks of "cat and mouse" and "eagle and chicken".

Fortunately, he was agile and courageous, so he had to take advantage of the powerful and swift advantage of the wind and thunder element.

"Hahaha, you can't even touch me..."

In the blink of an eye, a flying axe flew towards Arthas, causing him to move away in a flash.

As a noble aerial unit, if he doesn’t fall down at this moment... a whistling sound of breaking through the air was heard.

Another... another big net flew over, trying to catch the "prey" that was not too high.

With a slash of holy light, the tip of the halberd cut through the net with holy light, and Arthas instantly reached a higher place.

In his eyes, an orc grabbed the flying axe that was spinning back rapidly.

Although Arthas didn't know who this slightly gray-haired orc was, it did not stop him from throwing a thunder spear down.

With a whoosh, a strong wind blew away the Thunder Spear, sending it to some uninhabited place where it exploded.

After fighting several times, Thrall and his men were familiar with the "three axes" that Arthas could wield and the combat techniques that were displayed.

"Captain, our troops are gathering here."

"Um... Eitrigg."

Nodding, Thrall turned to look at Sen'jin who had come here with him and said, "The elder of Darkspear."

"We can give you a few ships. I hope you can accept it."

"I would like to express the tribe's gratitude for Darkspear's selfless help."

At the same time, the orcs and trolls were trying to find ways to attack Arthas in the air.

Throwing spears, throwing nets, swinging axes... the distance is just not enough to hit the Paladin who can use the Thunderbolt teleportation technique.

As for the Tandre Sovereign, not many people believed it.

In addition, the witch doctors and shamans who came here with more preparations cast spells collectively, and the illusion disappeared...

There was nothing on the beach, not even a sign of the Tandre Sovereign... in fact, it had disappeared long ago.

When she saw Medivh sailing on the ship openly, Jaina secretly sent some sailors and mages to retreat by boat.

In addition, she kindly left behind an ice ship that was gradually melting.

In doing this, she left no name behind, only...

"Thank you for your kindness, young man."

In response to Thrall's thank you gift, Sen'jin smiled and changed the subject: "But I heard that you are looking for a new home."

"Yes, elder, but..."

"This land was not originally called the Darkspear Islands. At least it was named by the wandering forest trolls who came here many years ago."

Looking down at the shaking beach, Forest said: "The Darkspear clan, like you, are 'wanderers' looking for a new home."

"But in this situation, we 'wanderers' want to take a 'ride'."

After saying this, Sen'jin, leaning on his crutch in his left hand, extended his slightly skinny right hand towards Thrall.

"I, Sen'jin, present a request to you on behalf of the Darkspear clan."

"We, the Darkspear clan, want to join you and go to the western continent of Kalimdor to find a new home."

Without thinking twice, Thrall grasped Sen'jin's hand and said, "Elder, the Horde welcomes you very much."

By now, the threat from Arthas had been forgotten by him, simply because there were so many people gathered around Thrall.

It’s not that Arthas can’t afford to throw the Thunder Spear, but that he really doesn’t have the ability to continue throwing it.

There were more and more people coming now, and Arthas was getting annoyed by the javelins that were being thrown higher and higher, the sudden lightning strikes, and so on.

"But, Chief Sen'jin."

Thrall's tone changed, and he looked at Sen'jin and said solemnly: "I hope you will consider the Darkspear clan more."

"Our future journey to find a new home is full of unknown dangers that are unpredictable."

"We can take you with us and wait until we find a suitable place on the road..."

"Chief Thrall, this may be a sign of fate."

Interrupting Thrall once again, Sen'jin said: "We and you are, in a sense, 'brothers in need'."

"We want a peaceful life just like you do... and we can't ride on your ship for nothing."

"I will join the tribe you lead from now on, if my orc brothers do not abandon me."

"No matter what the future holds, the Darkspear trolls will always be the orcs' loyal brothers and allies."

Hearing what Sen'jin said, Thrall's tone changed again.

He said very solemnly: "No matter who they are, the tribe welcomes any peace-loving ally."

"I agreed to the Darkspear's request. The orcs are also loyal brothers and allies of the Darkspear trolls."

"Chief Sen'jin, let us go together."

After he finished speaking, Thrall looked at the rolling black tide on the sea surface, and the purple-black sea surface that was gradually encroaching towards his position.

Some enemies left, but the real enemies came at this moment. The enemies that their tribe really needed to defeat came.

Precious time was wasted... Thrall looked up at the "unique" black spot high up and couldn't help but clench his Doomhammer once again.

Watching their struggle was really an extremely… Arthas was observing them silently.

Like Jaina, he saw that something was wrong and dodged higher and higher.

But at this moment, he was still very satisfied that his idea was going smoothly.

It seems that the orcs and trolls also know that ship repair is a purely technical job.

Without sufficient skills, it would be impossible for him to repair the boat and leave within half an hour.

With his intervention, this orcs' sea expedition has reached a critical turning point ahead of schedule.

It is absolutely impossible to repair the ship in such a short time with the craftsmanship of the orcs and trolls...

Suddenly, in the distance, there are ships breaking through the waves and heading towards this dangerous beach.

Although they were "tattered" and were simply repaired before being sent on the road, the raised sails told Arthas an obvious fact.

It took them less than half an hour to reach the multiple camps on the Darkspear Islands, and they overcame technical obstacles and quickly repaired the boats so that they could sail.

How is this possible?! It's absolutely impossible...

This was an idea in Arthas' mind, and it was also the most important idea among his three thoughts...

The next second, Arthas moved instantly to a higher place.

Pay close attention to the three places in your field of vision and accept further baptism from the heavy rain.

Although his current field of vision could not see the entire archipelago, it was enough for him to see a corner of it.

He saw that the volcanoes on the Darkspear Islands were erupting violently, which was exactly the same as the omen of sinking in the game in his previous life.

The orcs and trolls who came here not only carried weapons, but also carried wood... and a lot of supplies.

Looking at the place waiting for him, Arthas looked through the rain at the blurry but familiar little brown man...

Turning the spear into a sword, sheathing both swords, and stepping into the wind, Arthas couldn't help but clench his fists.

Someone who shouldn't have been here, someone who should have found time to warn himself in the Eastern Kingdoms.

After all, he came here because of the waves brought by a butterfly... and he even dared to use the steak on his boat to cook!

"Great Chief, because of the help of a... a human."

"We repaired most of the boats that were barely able to sail and brought in some supplies."

Seeing the black spot above his head suddenly disappear, Thrall said, "Well, Eitrigg."

“You did a great job, far exceeding my expectations.”

"Have all the warriors of the tribe gathered?"

Coming back to his senses, Eitrigg turned around and looked forward and said in a deep voice: "The tribe has assembled."

"Just waiting for your orders, Great Chief."

Not far away, Nazgrel, Vol'jin and Rokhan came over with a group of orcs and trolls whose skins were not so...skinny.

Meanwhile, one after another, the “patched up” ships came ashore, and the ice ship was left with only a small piece of floating ice.

The next moment, Thrall raised his hammer and said, "Warriors of the tribe, get on board quickly!"

"We must now leave this sinking archipelago and continue our search for our new home!"

The next second, deafening thunder sounded in the distance.

Deadly bolts of lightning fell rapidly, landing on the purple-black ocean, rumbling!

Wow! Puff! The purple-black ocean became darker, and some fragments and debris floated on the surface.

The moment the thunder fell, it illuminated the dark sea surface.

Some purple-black-skinned mermen with tentacles emerged from the sea.

"Lok'tarOgar! We must destroy those deep-sea monsters that block our path to finding a new home!!"

"For the tribe!"

……

"Don't look at it, just clear the way ahead."

With a whoosh, the knight who had just arrived at the door of the captain's cabin turned into lightning and left his loyal captain's cabin.

If you can't afford to teleport, don't brag every day. What the hell is going on? Hiding in the "bed" and blowing bubbles?

In a blink of an eye, Arthas flashed onto the deck, surrounded by the Kul Tiran navy who were ready for battle.

They worked together in the heavy rain.

Those who need to look out keep lookout, those who need to remove water remove water, those who need to clean up clean up, those who need to shoot shoot... and many other tasks.

Even though Arthas has just arrived, they are already doing their respective duties.

A group of mages have gone to the cabin to rest, only some tidesages... The shadow is coming!

The heavy responsibility of protecting each warship fell on this group of navy men who still had some strength left.

"Holy Light, illuminate our way forward!"

Looking at the murloc monsters that kept emerging from the illuminated sea, Arthas asked: "Adjutant, what's the situation now?"

"Your Highness, we don't have enough artillery fire left, so we can't fire many salvos..."