The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"impossible……"

Does it make sense?

In fact, no matter what it is, it is meaningful, but the meaning has different effects on people.

It was like venting one's inner feelings without considering the consequences and exploding blindly, causing the Holy Light to "rage" and crush the opponent who had already returned to heaven and earth.

What does it matter if the dark lord Tichondrius is extremely unwilling?

No matter who killed him, it is a fact that has already happened.

The consequences of the reckless actions have been achieved, and the victory or failure is determined by the results, which satisfies one's own frustration from repeated setbacks.

Why is rollback rarely used?

It's not just because this kind of "bird spirit" might exist, but also because he doesn't want to be "beaten" unless he has to.

Laziness is a part of human nature, and it is also immeasurable, isn't it?

Without any support or "burden", Arthas now did what he had always wanted to do.

Before, he couldn’t do anything “stupid” because there were always people watching him.

Use your brain, persuade people to calm down, run away immediately, and stay calm. Is this what he wants with his bad temper?

In fact, he didn't want to think about it at all, and his self-proclaimed good temper also had its limits.

Saints also get angry because they "complain with honesty."

The word "straight" has different meanings in different times, different eras, and by different people.

Why can my opponents explode, but I, a normal person like them, can't?

What is a microcosm? Everyone has a microcosm. Even now, he can still remember something that he has heard but not seen.

During a major earthquake, a mother can, for the sake of her child, use her immense strength to temporarily lift up a car that is pressing on her child.

Forget it, instead of using other topics to cover up and gloss over his incompetence, Arthas looked at his hand that turned into a spot of light again and smiled with satisfaction.

Demigod, what kind of garbage is that?

At this point today, he still hasn't been able to defeat a probabilistic trump card with the combat power of a true demigod. That's a real waste.

With so many titles, how could I not have the power to match them?

After all, he is a real man who has reached where he is today by using his fists and wielding swords.

This alone is enough for him to be proud of.

He faced an opponent who was becoming more cautious, "no longer hiding his weaknesses" and starting to use his brain.

He is unhappy, he cannot use force to suppress others, he has too many moral high grounds… his happiness has limits.

It's a mindless pleasure, and he only feels that way when he is reminiscing or reading various novels in the middle of the night.

This is the taste of the top.

"Don't look at it, load the file quickly."

"Loading, what are you talking about, Paladin?"

Pah, spitting at the still neutral magic sword, Arthas thought of someone.

If she were here, she would surely record his bravery... and drag him away...

"Did you hear me? Take a bite and click on load."

Christina urged the pajamas lady who was confused to take out a freshly baked sweet and sour pork rib from her belly... her treasure pocket.

"Hey, I just ordered it, little foodie."

Jaina put down her finger that was pressing the button, snatched the ribs and fed them to the floating baby, feeling helpless.

Ever since she let her daughter float, fly freely, and drift around, her daughter became "crazy".

"That's good……"

Licking the sweet and sour sauce, Christina wiped her mouth with her hand and said, "Mom, do you want to eat?"

"I won't eat it, but my dear daughter, how do you say it?"

Looking at the paladin disappearing in the wind, Jaina looked down at the young strategist and asked.

"What? If you don't want to eat it, I'll eat it myself."

After that, Christina started eating paws...

As she was about to do this, Jaina pulled a cloth from her pocket and wiped her face vigorously.

The daughter of a treasure bag has all kinds of good things in her pocket.

"So, you are such a naughty child."

With a slightly red face, Christina kicked with her little bear paw unconvinced...

When Jaina held down the stuffed bear with both hands, a tear of regret suddenly appeared in the corner of Arthas' eyes.

On the other side, a paladin who received a sudden revelation from the Holy Light had tears welling up on his old face.

He was holding an urn, bending over with his head down, his face full of painful self-blame.

"I know. I know."

"Do you have any final words, Arthas Menethil?"

"No, I just... just really... want to..."

"This...this is a waste of my feelings."

Turning his head suddenly, looking at the demon and two ghosts who had been waiting for a long time, Arthas showed a smile that looked like relief.

Woo... As expected, he is back here again.

Today's facts show that this is not necessarily a dream created by the true God.

Perhaps, just like this plot that should have gone smoothly, this is the world of "Cursed Road".

"That's it. Don't save it."

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Arthas looked at the puzzled "reborn" dark lord and spoke softly.

After a victory that was almost completely cathartic, Arthas gradually adjusted his mindset.

Although he did all these useless work, he also thoroughly understood the environment here and what dangers were hidden.

"Archive... Arthas, you mean?"

"Archive?"

“Right now, at this point, it’s great for me.”

Ignoring Ner'zhul and Tichondrius who had no idea what he was going through, Arthas spoke softly again towards an empty place.

"I got the order. Don't worry, husband."

Holding her clean daughter in her arms, Jaina responded softly, using the new words she had just memorized in her head.

Although he and the others couldn't hear it, her eyes were tender and she rarely...suddenly scratched her head.

Lowering her head, she asked, "Xiao Na, what should I say next?"

Covering her eyes with her hands in silence, Christina said, "Just watch quietly and don't ask me."

"Listen carefully and don't ask me."

Confused again, Tichondrius asked aloud, "What do you mean, Arthas?"

Standing on this high ground where they had stood for a long time, Tichondrius, two prone ghouls, and Ner'zhul waited...

"Load the file, my dear."

One demon and one soul said: "Hmm?"

The two ghouls rarely opened their mouths and said, "Ugh?"

"I got it, husband."

"Death, give me enough power to turn the tide of this battle!"

Throwing away the disobedient magic sword with one hand, Arthas rode his horse straight towards the dreadlord not far away and chopped down the two lucky ones with one axe.

Not long after, Tichondrius, like the previous one, looked with a heavy face at the "invincible" Death Knight who was beginning to accommodate the Road of Death.

"You...how is that possible?"

"No way, how could you?"

"nothing is impossible……"

"This... this is a really happy decision."

Like the previous times, Arthas turned his head and looked at the one demon and two ghosts inside the three teleportation rune pillars.

(This "copy" will be repeated in due course, depending on the situation.)

(If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I'll respond based on the situation. It's a rare opportunity for me not to spoil the story in advance.)

(I rarely use save files... I've given the logic now. Those who have read this don't need to "scold" or "abandon" me anymore.)

(To be honest, regardless of the fact that the bronze dragon was "abandoned", I feel very complicated when I look back at a certain chapter I wrote earlier.)

"Mal'Ganis!"

Pointing his sword at Tichondrius, Arthas said angrily: "I don't care how you survived."

"I will tear you into pieces right now, no matter where you are!"

Speaking at an extremely fast pace, Arthas spoke loudly in front of the Demon King who had something to say and Ner'zhul who was watching the show.

Old... I can reload the save file, so why would I be afraid of you?

To make trouble, I'm going to follow the many plans that keep popping up in my mind and do a big survey!

Lord Archimonde, I finally understand why you hate that "Po"!

Just based on today's suffering, I will...

"Don't be impulsive, Prince Arthas."

The Dreadlord, who was calm and not angered by external things, said: "I am Tichondrius."

"Like Mal'Ganis, too..."

"Dreadlord, I know."

One sword and two little ices killed two "gate gods" in seconds. Arthas said: "Listen to me, dreadlord."

"Not only did I kill my father, I also gave this land to myself."

"I have passed the first test..."

Raising the magic sword, Arthas glanced at it repeatedly and said, "Ner'zhul, you should appreciate my... enthusiasm."

"Enthusiasm, I serve you, so what if I do something capricious?"

Before Ner'zhul could come to his senses, Arthas looked at Tichondrius and said, "Dreadlord, Tichondrius."

"I think I should still be useful to serve the Burning Legion, right?"

Hearing these words that should not be said by a Death Knight or a Paladin, the demon and the soul fell silent again in front of Arthas.

At this, Arthas' mouth twitched, just like his invisible daughter's.

"Yes, I have done so in the name of the new King of Lordaeron."

Touching his black heart, Arthas said: "You have desecrated what I once loved and cherished..."

"Everyone, everything, and I will never regret anything."

Pointing his sword to the sky, Arthas said: "Before going to Northrend, I never let anyone down."

"Purifying Stratholme is also a decision that rational people should make."

"It's just that my decision, for those who betrayed me..."

After another pause, Arthas smiled and said, "Excited, they are a little excited."

“Hehe…hahaha…okay, okay.”

For three consecutive times, Tichondrius invisibly caused the skeleton of the "gate god" to sink, giving applause to Arthas.

With Ner'zhul's "extremely fast" explanation - remote voice transmission explanation, he combined these words said by Arthas.

Finally, he came to a seemingly reasonable decision.

After his father's death, Arthas was freed from the control of Frostmourne and his souls were reunited.

However, this act of "killing one's own relatives for the sake of justice" did not lead to a change of heart, but a more distorted "change of heart".

There is never a shortage of miracles in the world, but this kind of miracle that is not a miracle is more in line with Tichondrius's spur of the moment appetite.

He was cautious, but Alsace today.

He is a Death Knight who is not controlled by the Lich King, has no regrets, no shame, and no mercy.

The situation is now very clear. In order to prevent small moves by the "allies", it will be easier if multiple "allies" form a stable triangular relationship.