The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"It's an undead, run!"

Hearing the sound of the cloak fluttering, a farmer who was hoeing the field turned around, shouted and ran away.

Not only did he run, he was also beating the gong in his hand... shaking the "alarm bell" and running away as fast as he could.

Because the undead have been moving in circles these days, the survivors...

"My fellow countryman! Guards!! The undead are coming!!!"

Hearing the alarm, a villager wearing a sackcloth headband shouted into the air with his hands as if they were megaphones.

The sound echoed throughout the remaining town of Lordaeron. It must be said that it took several days of hard work.

Because, while he was shouting, he jumped onto the packhorse and ran very smoothly...

Other nearby farmers, this town which was a remnant of Lordaeron's forces, and many villagers from the outlying villages also fled.

"Arthas, you beast!"

In the blink of an eye, the nearest human knight in light armor appeared.

He heard the cry for help, and without saying a word, he lay down on his buttocks and rushed over with a gun.

Holding the flag of Lordaeron in one hand and a crudely made lance in the other, the knight who came angrily was truly dedicated to his duty.

In order to cover the safe evacuation of others, he felt it was necessary to sacrifice himself and try to delay the traitorous prince who destroyed the royal city of Lordaeron.

"You said this is the town of Vandermar?"

A large blue hand gathered and grabbed the knight and his horse to seal them. Arthas pulled Invincible and lowered his head slightly to ask for directions.

As a tall prince who had grown up with adequate nutrition, he was dissatisfied with the 1.6-meter-tall acolyte who had not yet revealed his true identity.

He came here openly along the town path, and these hidden monks not only did not take the initiative to greet him, but they actually acted like this!

Mentioning an ordinary "townsman" in front of the knight, Arthas said: "Speak up, fool."

"Sir, why is this happening?!"

"What did you say? Idiot!"

With a hiss, Frostmourne pierced into the beast's chest.

"Why……"

"There is no reason. The Lich King abandoned you."

Slowly pulling out the bloodless sword, Arthas said, "Die for Ner'zhul."

"You can't just talk about it, can you?"

Before he finished his words, a ghost and a prone skeleton warrior once again stood behind Arthas.

Behind him, A Da and his A Da Skeleton dared not speak a word and could only follow their master closely and silently.

"Remember, if you do something you shouldn't do, you have to pay the price for it."

Hearing this, A Da and "A Er" were speechless for a moment.

If they still have their original free will, they will probably feel ironic in their hearts about things they "shouldn't do".

In this world, people who do evil teach others not to do evil, the same evil as they do, or less evil than they do.

It's ridiculous, but it's also the norm in a world where those with power can do whatever they want.

As small people, they never know whether what the big people think is the same as or different from what they guess?

"Okay, I think you guys understand."

Ending his solemn look, Arthas led his horse towards the light-armored knight who had been waiting for a long time.

"I said, I don't steal or rob."

Waving his hand to disperse the hand of death, Arthas raised the knight and said, "Look at me."

"Your ideas about me are not relevant and practical,"

"The patricide was committed by the returning triumphant prince. What does it have to do with me, Arthas?"

"I am just a death knight who has escaped from the three realms. You have all misjudged me, Arthas Menethil!"

At this time, the sound of horse hooves rang out, and Arthas shook off the knight who was having difficulty breathing and his horse.

"Arthas Menethil, you betrayed us all!"

A middle-aged dwarf paladin dressed in silver armor pulled the reins, raised the holy hammer and shouted loudly.

He rode a large highland goat and led a mixed group of knights riding donkeys, mules or skinny horses.

"Haha, I betrayed all of you."

After responding out loud, Arthas swung his sword forward and said, "But I'm not killing anyone now."

"By the Holy Light, this is nonsense!"

With a flick of the reins, the dwarf paladin rode on a goat and charged towards the sword energy.

His whole body was glowing with holy light, forming a circle of golden shield that circled around him faster and faster.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing this, Arthas chuckled.

Seeing this opponent who might have once given him a headache, he didn't know what words of advice to give to this fool.

"call."

In a moment, the cold sword energy blasted a man and a sheep away, leaving only a war hammer in his hand.

Crack, crack. The moment the war hammer hit the ground, it kept cracking and turned into scrap metal in a few seconds.

"Forget it, you are all too weak."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword sank into the ground, and several knights among the knights were attracted by a cold light.

Picking up a thin piece of paper that had just been written on, Arthas said, "Not bad."

"Even though the Curse Cult seems to be weakening, you Curse Cultists can reintegrate into your new life."

"After learning the knowledge of the Curse Sect, there will naturally be a price to pay, right?"

With an evil smile, a few more ghosts and skeleton warriors appeared around Arthas.

Seeing this scene, the dwarf paladin, who had just stood up after screaming in pain, seemed to drop his jaw in shock.

After being brought back to the team by several knights, he glared at the butcher who had killed someone in public.

In response, Arthas shook his head and said, "Okay."

"I was thinking too much. I want to borrow your strength to overcome this difficult time."

"Perhaps... it's too ironic. I shouldn't have such extravagant hopes."

"It's an irreconcilable contradiction, and I don't think I'm the kind of person who can commit suicide to thank the world."

Boom, boom.

Soon, the guards who had arrived here began to land one by one, starting with a horse carrying one person.

Just now, Arthas waved his hand, and an extremely strong aura rose from him.

With this power that could contain two unknown roads of death at some point, he easily overwhelmed the town guards single-handedly.

Even the dwarf paladin, who had been glaring with anger before, had his head sunk into the ground because of this.

"I am reconvening the Cult of the Damned, and I offer my advice to this temporarily peaceful town of yours."

"All of you must cooperate with me."

Looking at the town guards who were trembling but not taking a step back, Arthas said, "Lead the way."

"People who hate me, you still have lives to live. The black tide that belongs to you should not be released by me."

"Not only do I disdain to do it, I also don't want to do it myself."

"The gap between us is like the distance between heaven and earth. So be it."

As he spoke, Arthas came behind the group of angry yet frightened guards and sighed.

In just the next second, the Dwarf Paladin and his subordinates rose from the suffocating earth and took a deep breath.

As they tried to rally and pursue Arthas, some loyal Neo-Cultists overtook them.

Looking at the black figure leading the horse away, they were gradually swallowed up by the darkness, and the lights around them seemed to be extinguished at this moment.

Now, even if the dwarf paladin wanted to concentrate holy light and illuminate the darkness, there was nothing he could do.

"How is it possible... this monster..."

A bloody monster that covered the area flew through the air. Its bloodshot eyes only took one look at them, and they dared not move at all.

"Holy Light... why?"

"Roar!"

The undead monster that looked like a rotten western dragon let out a loud roar and flapped its wings to fly into the sky.

The strong wind it brought, which shook the place, once again overwhelmed the town guards who arrived there.

This is a warning. If anyone dares to stop its owner, it will...

"How could you murder your own father?!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that either."

With a cold gaze, Arthas overwhelmed those who blocked his way, jumped on his horse, and slashed at a townsman with his sword.

Right next to this townsman, a woman screamed as she watched the hardworking man she had just met die.

However, she soon discovered that the man's appearance had changed and he became as pale as a dead person.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but become unusually calm in a situation where she should have run away.

The dead man who started to get up now was obviously the "dead man" on the wanted poster not long ago, that...

As the woman was taken away by a knight who was forced to pass by, there was a gleam of relief in her eyes.

"Ma'am, the Curse Cult has never been completely wiped out."

"Yes, I already knew it just now."

……

"Hand over your treasures!"

"Well, Bandit is a really dedicated deputy."

With one hand, he swung out a ray of cold light, freezing a group of bandits in the bandit camp, and then looked at the townspeople who were bound by ropes and rags.

As the sword fell, he looked at the "treasure" that was shining with gorgeous luster, and the uniform placed next to it.

He had just seen this kind of uniform on miners.

They were talking about a worker being kidnapped by bandits, and they didn't even notice the passing undead out of the corner of their eyes.

The body is shaking, but that doesn’t mean that there is no hope inside, right?

"I am a miner on one hand, and a robber on the other."

"The mastermind behind this, even coming in person to be the missing kidnapped worker, is really a great thing."

After listening to the explanation of the new loyal ghost, Arthas couldn't help but sigh and left with a group of cursed sects.

"Let's go, continue to lead the way and help me find all of your members who are left near this town."

"Master, we are loyal to you, please go this way."

"This way? Okay, let's change direction."

……

"Kill them all!"

"Ahem, you finally did something human."

After personally "untying" the acolyte in the prison, Arthas turned and looked at the guard who had fallen nearby.

Arthas helped the frightened guard who was supervising the "labor reform" to stand up. He asked, "Ada, is this the last batch?"

"Yes, my lord."

"That's good, we'll go back now."

It was who knows how many times that Arthas rode on Invincible, but he stepped on the stirrup and led the way with his sword.

He led the members of the curse cult from a small town who had regrouped behind him and headed in the direction of the huge monster flying in the sky in the dark night.

No matter who they were in their lifetime, the new cursed sects today are tireless and flock to the mountains and forests to follow their master away.

However, one big and one small appeared above Arthas' head at some point, looking up at the moon that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The two of them stayed near the Death Knight for a long, long time.

This kind of long-term situation is the kind that follows automatically.

"Taylor and Robert, the two townspeople who were fighting each other."