The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"olive……"

Before he could finish his words, Arthas returned to his original position, stood on his horse in shock, holding his sword.

On this afternoon, under the slowly setting sun, in the quiet autumn forest, someone howled to the sky.

"I can not stand it any more!"

"Um, Death Knight, what's wrong with you?"

"Ner'zhul, demons, and the evil hidden deep beneath the earth, I will fight you to the bitter end!"

"This...this is not right?! Baby."

Facing the reality, Christina Baby said, "Stop talking, press load file."

What kind of psychological endurance do you have to volunteer to die?

……

"You think I can't endure it psychologically? You take it for granted, Ner'zhul!"

"Ahem, I don't think I said anything before."

"Prince Arthas, what did Ner'zhul tell you?"

Looking at the familiar Nathrezim who was asking him the question, Arthas rolled into the air, his body turned into a tornado, and swung out Plague Strike with his sword.

"How can you possibly master...?"

"Shut up, I am the plague bringer of death!"

"Oh!"

Holding her daughter tightly, Jaina said in fear: "It's too bloody, what should we do?!"

"Loading the file..."

The little hand suddenly raised and put down, and Christina cried out: "Mom, hurry up and read the file for me!"

"Okay! My little baby."

……

"This... this is what you forced me to do!"

With one kick, Arthas left the confused and invincible man in his place, holding his sword like a dagger.

He roared towards Tichondrius, his whole body ablaze with black flames of death.

At this moment, his "little universe" exploded, and he spontaneously stepped into the realm of the legendary Death Knight, reversing the realm of the Grandmaster Warrior.

Similarly, Ner'zhul, who was bound in a huge block of ice, stared at the power of death that returned automatically, and the power of death that belonged to him did not say a word.

〖Whoever stands in my way will die (death)〗

〖After suffering endless humiliation, the legendary strong man who understood this path could not bear the humiliation and changed his original goal.

Not a master, but a legend, Arthas believed it sincerely.

Without the Holy Light, relying only on death, he is still so invincible. Anyone who stands in his way must die!

Looking at the light screen floating in front of her, Jaina subconsciously asked: "My dear daughter, do you think your father can beat that monster this time?"

"I don't know...ah...let's see what happens...just watch me do it...ah..."

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something!"

"What are you doing! Wuuuu...wuuuuuu...waa ...

……

"This...this death is not powerful. I still believe in the Holy Light."

"What strange change has occurred in you as a result of teleportation?"

Sitting on the high ground with the two prone servants, Tichondrius asked in confusion: "Prince Arthas, what do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter. I have always been just a Paladin."

With one hand, Arthas held Frostmourne and felt the warmth of the Holy Light. The Holy Light glowed all over his body, and his pale long hair floated up spontaneously.

"In the name of the Holy Light!"

The two wings of holy light, which had been absent for a long time, or not so long, emerged and stuck closely behind Arthas.

"For Lordaeron!!"

A stern-faced winged archangel descended, wearing silver armor, with a body made of shining golden holy light, holding a sword and a shield.

"For my father!!!"

He gathered the Holy Light Fists in his hands... In the blink of an eye, Arthas picked up a halberd and smashed it down directly, with angels and wings following behind him, with a huge momentum.

"How is this possible? This is holy light?!"

"You are but a weakling, Arthas Menethil."

In response to Arthas' outburst, Varimathras gathered a fel blade and attacked head-on.

Shaking the little bear up and down with both hands, Gianna said sternly, "Christina, hand over everything to me!"

"No, this is...my...stuff!"

While the girl was protecting her belly tightly and enjoying the swing service provided by her mother, Arthas' holy light suddenly began to disappear.

Grunt, grunt, chirp.

The wings of holy light were gradually devoured by the fel energy, the angel of holy light lamented slowly disappearing, and the fel blade and frostmourne pierced straight into his flesh.

"No...impossible..."

Looking down at the weak Paladin, Tichondrius said, "Nothing is impossible, believer of the Holy Light."

"Load the file...quickly...load the file quickly!"

"Oh! No problem..."

Rubbing her hands together, Jaina learned the trick without any instruction, tapped the button and cast a spell out of thin air: "That's it."

"Here you are...I'll give it to you...that's it...wait a minute?!"

Lowering her voice, Christina held her belly and said, "Didn't you press it?"

Nodding, Jaina clapped her hands and said, "I don't know?!"

"Holy Light, I, Arthas, will never surrender!"

"I want you to die, not surrender, and certainly not self-destruct."

"As expected of a believer of the Holy Light, I am taught by the Holy Light... Goodbye."

With one claw, Tichondrius pushed away the fearless paladin, then dodged and returned to his original position inexplicably.

"My...power..."

……

"This...this...damn it!"

The next second, Arthas, who had recovered, shouted, "Hey!"

"Don't even think about being so presumptuous in front of me, you evil spirits!"

"Death Knight, what do you mean by this?"

"Um?!"

With two loyal, prone ghouls, Tichondrius made a sound at the right time.

Shouldn't it? !

What tricks is Ner'zhul doing behind the Burning Legion's back?

Putting away the sword and stick, Arthas stopped being a great sage and sighed, "I am tired, my heart is tired, I want to go back."

After receiving the order, Jaina, who was not far away, nodded and raised her hand to press the load button.

Today’s computer game characters are so intelligent that they can even make their own comments. Now they all want to go back to the game on their own accord.

To show her respect, she gnawed on the sweet and fragrant chicken drumstick that she had snatched from Christina at some point, and watched the astonishing scene in front of her change quietly.

Ever since she discovered that her daughter could easily take out snacks, she took the initiative to delay the initial loading point for a while.

It was enough time for her daughter to get out the snacks, and Christina took a small bite of the sweet and sour pork ribs in her hand.

“This… this makes me feel deeply moved.”

Arthas said the complicated words without changing his expression and turned his head away stiffly.

Although he had been able to overcome the powerful "force of inertia" after experiencing it several times... dozens of times, he still found it difficult to accept it.

The result before him, now a disgusting and uncontrollable result, is obviously a dead end.

Every time he intends to release the "Satisfaction Move", for some reason...

In Arthas's view, it might be some reason similar to "fate" that forced him to return to the starting point of this curse.

If we don't follow the plot, will we be unable to break out of this seemingly unbreakable deadlock?

"Death Knight, have you made your decision?"

Ner'zhul, you... ah! If I keep listening to this kind of nagging, I will strangle myself to death.

Hey, monster, where are you going?!

I feel better now. I won’t pretend to be so spirited for over fifty years anymore!

"oh?!"

"Prince Arthas, what do you think of now?"

With a clang, Arthas quickly drew his sword and said, "You are done, Tichondrius!"

With unstoppable momentum, he pushed himself apart, unleashing a force that silenced Ner'zhul once again.

In front of his enemies' faces, the puzzled face of Tichondrius, and the stunned face of the ghoul, his whole body cracked apart.

However, he had another pair of wings, a wider pair of wings.

The left wing was filled with a dark aura, and the legendary power of death lingered around his left half.

The right wing was filled with pure white light, and the power of legendary holy light shone on his right half.

Blood was flowing, but two powerful legendary forces suddenly erupted in him, even permeating and transforming the horse of life and death - Invincible.

"You're done, I said..."

"So much nonsense."

He used all his fel energy to shoot a finger at the target in the head, and then Tichondrius blew away the smoke from his fingers.

It has to be said that he felt a little threatened by Arthas just now, the kind of threat that could easily lead to failure.

Seeing this scene, the other two zombies' eyes flashed with hunger, that was flesh and blood.

The next moment, two beams of evil energy rose up, and the two zombies became "sacrifices".

"Are you not dead, Arthas?"

"The dead don't have the smell of the living..."

As the scene before the mother and daughter distorted once again, Jaina sighed as she hugged her blindfolded daughter.

It's great to have a realistic and interactive storyline that changes the game at any time, but it's not suitable for children to watch.

No matter what kind of child you are, you have to believe...believe in what?

With doubts suddenly arising in her mind, Jaina, who had lost her wits, saw the shocked face of her "husband" game character again.

Although she called him husband in her heart, Jaina knew clearly that a game character husband was a fantasy.

It's impossible that her husband would still be so stubborn as to resort to violence after having such an outrageous experience, right?

"This...how is this possible?"

The voice dropped, and Arthas's expression of shock instantly turned into even more incredible shock and confusion.

With the kind of power he just unleashed, how could it be possible that he couldn't block a beam of light from a demigod Dreadlord?

Even when he had activated the power of two legendary knights, that was probably the best he could do.

How could such a powerful force, the strength of two legends, be weaker than a demigod Dreadlord? !

"Death Knight, what did you just experience?"

"Don't get excited, Prince Arthas, this is just a teleportation spell."

"You seem to have seen a powerful force, but in your eyes, this force does not seem to belong to me."

"Look at the rune stone next to you. That's why I can teleport you here easily."

He ignored the three teleportation rune stones beside him, one tall and two short, and also ignored the inquiries or explanations from Ner'zhul and Tichondrius.

Looking down at the magic sword in his hand, Arthas muttered: "This is impossible."

"This is absolutely impossible. I have great power. How could I possibly lose to..."

With a gleam in his eyes, Arthas suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Tichondrius, who had a calm face.

If two forces and two paths are not enough, then more paths should be added.

The most basic thing in a plan to break the enemy's conspiracy and tricks is strength.

Every time I come back from this situation, I rely on... my own strength!

"What are you thinking about, Death Knight?"