The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

As we all know, reality is always extremely cruel and teaches people to do things, while hope is always extremely beautiful and makes people imagine.

But this does not prevent it, hope is always beautiful and reality is always cruel.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

With his swords stuck into the ground with both hands, his invincible warhorse fell to one side, and the Death Knight, who had lost the power given by the Lich King, was panting.

The enemy's reaction was so fast that there wasn't even a little bit of delay.

He was quite confused as to why Ner'zhul suddenly became smart, and could only attribute it to the fact that this was Ner'zhul's "bottom line".

"Arthas Menethil, do you still want to resist my power?"

"Arthas Menethil, you are now nothing more than a slave without power."

A tall and strong Dreadlord lowered his head and looked down at the defeated and smiled.

Moreover, he brought groups of undead monsters to surround the living dead.

Not long ago, Arthas threw out a sword, condensed it into an ice sword, and stabbed his enemy, Tichondrius.

However, before the two swords arrived, the men and horses fell to the ground.

Because Ner'zhul, who was far away in the Frozen Throne, was able to think quickly and find a breakthrough in the foggy phenomenon.

As for how He found it, you'll have to ask Frostmourne.

Although Arthas used the research and experience of many worlds, he quickly mastered the power in his body.

"Do you think you can turn the tide just by getting rid of my influence?"

"Without the power that Ner'zhul has given you, you are no match for...everything you despise."

Of course, he not only mastered the power, but also successfully ignored the influence of Ner'zhul's whispers.

From the time he fell into "Alsace" and had to do some main quests, he was prepared for today.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Even though he is out of breath now and was once a funny character, there is one thing he is best at - preparing for a rainy day.

He had even gone a step further and became the temporary master of Frostmourne, controlling Frostmourne to do some things he wanted to change.

However, without the Holy Light, his body was now just an ordinary high-level paladin... a master-level warrior.

Although this body was stronger than the one he "occupied" before, he had no memories and was left with only instincts.

"You will eventually serve me, Death Knight. Your freedom is only temporary."

"Once again, submit to your fate, Death Knight."

All he had were his own memories, not the Death Knight's.

Precious memories, but his overconfidence in himself led to his defeat...

Because of the "amendment" of the "rules", he would have ended up here no matter where he was.

Just because of one thing - he had been thinking for a few days that coming here was a necessary part of his series of plans.

"This is the bloody truth, a truth you are powerless to resist, my first Death Knight."

But his previous actions were just a desperate resistance before he was defeated, a trapped beast fighting to the bitter end.

As for the facts that Ner'zhul said, Arthas didn't care now.

All he cared about was his plan, after all, he had come into contact with some mysterious things before coming here.

There was no unexpected "occupation" again, and there was no "replacement" identity that was different from before.

He should have… he should have been there… that moment of “self-doubt”…

"No matter what, Death Knight, Arthas Menethil, your current power comes from me."

With Frostmourne, there is also the power of the Lich King.

This body of his is the legendary Death Knight, a legendary Death Knight who is as powerful as a demigod.

Listen to the Lich King's seemingly endless whispers and the slow footsteps of Tichondrius.

Time seemed to be extremely slow to the outside world, but it seemed even slower to him.

At this moment, his mind could quickly scan through everything he had experienced so far, the journey of two lifetimes.

"Do you feel like you are in a trance right now, living day by day like a year?"

"This is the last choice I give you. Make your decision quickly, King of Lordaeron."

"Submit, or re-submit?"

Faced with all this, Arthas emptied himself at this moment.

Close your eyes tightly, let everything approach, and focus your attention on one point.

Living towards death is a necessary part of his many plans...only because this identity limits him.

If there was no problem with this key link and his previous theory was correct, then he would never have died.

This was when he chose this path before making this crucial decision, after coming to this world.

On a long, bloodless journey, after repeated self-exploration and thinking, the only solution?!

If you don't succeed, you will die, that's all.

"Arthas Menethil, return to death once again."

"Very well, my Death Knight, you have made the decision to surrender."

When the Dark Lord came before Arthas and the undead monsters came to the closest distance to him, Tichondrius and Ner'zhul issued the final ultimatum together.

It was time, this was it… Arthas snapped his eyes open.

Different from the demon claws of Tichondrius approaching his head, and different from Ner'zhul's attempt to "Arthas" regain control of this body.

He loosened the magic sword in his hand, clenched his fists, and raised his hands upwards to form the "Rising Dragon Fist"...

"hehe……"

At this moment, time stopped again, truly stopped.

This time the real stop is because of one big and one small.

Stop the movements of the big and the small, the small one rides on the big one, and the big one raises his right hand and presses a button.

Riding on Jaina's shoulders, Christina whispered something in her ear.

Looking at Arthas blankly, Jaina seemed to have made up her mind and pressed the button with two words engraved on it.

Load file - this is the button she raised her hand and pressed.

Save - this was the button she had been holding down earlier.

With the Scourge of Lordaeron, this experience of watching herself... watching her daughter's father, the Paladin.

Her previous shock and trembling...these frightened looks were not actually all fear.

It can also be a kind of excitement, the excitement of having the power to decide the fate of others.

Over and over again, she brought her daughter with her, like the screenwriter of the plot.

Although she couldn't fast forward or rewind, she could only load and save the game, which helped her to sort out her thoughts.

Although her brain is not very good now, with her daughter's help, she doesn't know what she can't do.

These two buttons are at her disposal and can appear whenever she wants.

Following the advice of Christina... her beloved daughter, she tried everything and gradually began to find out everything about Alsace.

For the sake of her precious daughter, she felt it necessary for her to use this magical computer to find out what kind of person "her" husband was.

As a housewife who loves and protects her family, she has what her daughter calls "Dad's Adventure" - the road of curse.

"Huh...huh..."

With a beating heart, trembling arms and slow breathing, Jaina calmed down again.

She was kindhearted and didn't want to do this, but she found out why her "husband" who was supposed to be corrupted...

If her "wisdom" is not good enough, she can make up for it by reloading the save file.

With more observation and help from her daughter, she will definitely understand it!

"Okay, okay, let's start loading the file."

"Don't look at me, Mom. I think it's fine for us to just watch."

Looking at the extremely familiar, distorted scene that was beginning to change, Christina sat up straight and laughed.

She was also a little curious about the "Prophecy of Shadow" that was beginning to change, or the "Adventures of Dad" that was beginning to change.

The previous Scourge in Lordaeron was exactly the same as what he had seen before and what she had known before.

Although it is completely different from what I occasionally hear and know about my "home" today, it has been completely different since the investigation into the plague began.

But the changes at the save point - the beginning of the Cursed Road, were unexpected.

This is a great example of a study, one of the references to her father, Alsace.

One day, she will do it...

"This...what kind of trick is this?!"

Shouting out these words subconsciously, Arthas looked at his current appearance in a daze.

How is that possible? He was just about to...

With doubts about not accepting it in time, Arthas was forced to shift his gaze due to the inertia of turning his head before.

Looking at Tichondrius standing on the high ground, there were two ghouls crawling on the ground, one on the left and one on the right.

While feeling the souls of the dead hiding underground, he felt for the first time that God was playing a huge joke on him.

what on earth is it?

He was just preparing to...

"Prince Arthas, I seem very calm to you."

Looking down at the Death Knight who had mismanaged his expression, Tichondrius spoke in a low voice.

Mortals, this is what mortals are.

Even after becoming a living dead and gaining great powers, he still cannot escape the unique nature of young humans.

"Well, maybe I should introduce myself briefly to avoid your misunderstanding."

"Death Knight, stop your dangerous thoughts."

"I am Tichondrius, a dreadlord as you know me."

"Yes, that's right. Follow your heart. He is your ally."

"But... I am not your enemy."

"He is your temporary ally. Complete the tasks he assigns, but don't trust him completely."

Seeing Arthas holding the magic sword tightly, Tichondrius said: "Don't be excited, I came here specifically to congratulate you."

"Yes, he came here specifically to congratulate you, Death Knight."

Arthas loosened his grip on the sword slightly and asked in confusion, "Congratulations?"

"You killed your father and gave this land to the Scourge."

"The authority of Lordaeron, from beginning to end, belongs only to you."

"Mine?"

"Ok?"

"you……"

Throwing out the magic sword as before, Arthas said coldly: "This is such a cheap joke, Ner'zhul."

"Tichondrius, and Ner'zhul who is watching here, I have had enough of your chattering!"

"In front of me, in my ears, your words are but the barking of dogs!"

With one hand, he swung away the magic sword that no longer stopped temporarily, and said in a deep voice: "Arrogant."

The next second, the rotating magic sword was stuck in the corrupted land not far away, motionless.

"Are you lying to me?"

This time, Tichondrius did not summon the undead scourge that was "sleeping" in the earth.

Because Ner'zhul did not stop Frostmourne in time, he subconsciously thought that this was a betrayal from Ner'zhul to him... and to the Legion.