The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In West Wilder, where there was no trace of plague or poisonous clouds, the warm sunshine descended, illuminating a simple camp surrounded by smoke from cooking fires.

However, no meals were served in this camp.

Compared to the simple breakfast, the silver-armored soldiers holding shields and glaring at the front of the camp quickly lined up and gathered.

Their enemies... their enemies are coming, with their white hair flying in the wind, and their hearts are full of rage!

"drive!"

Leading the way, Arthas held a solid wooden spear he had obtained from a kind paladin.

He used one hand to remove the gun head, held the stick with both hands, attached the power of death to strengthen his defense, and swept out directly.

With one stick he swept away the arrows shot from a distance. He smiled and spun the long stick in his hand, continuing to block the arrows without reducing the speed of the buffer at all.

After a night of familiarity... and a night of fighting along the way, he became excited about the strength of this body.

Even though his previous body had the power of the black dragon, he still found that... his own "talent" was far inferior to this body.

Holy Light and Death, these two powers, wielding them like an arm has become the norm after the "initial" unfamiliar and indiscriminate use.

However, the speed at which he was getting stronger was far beyond his previous plans... and far beyond his imagination.

He felt that this might be the speed of progress that a "child of destiny" should have, a terrifying growth rate.

Thinking back to all the manipulations he once controlled and all the plots he had seen, “he” was the one who would “kill gods if they stood in his way, and kill buddhas if they stood in his way”!

"Brothers, for King Terenas, we must defend this place to the death!"

It seemed that the human non-commissioned officer in charge of the camp shouted loudly and stabbed Arthas who was rushing towards him with a spear in his hand.

When he received this task from his superiors, he was ready to die.

Rather than facing death in the future, he would rather exchange his death for the death of the traitorous prince.

Even if he would die, he hoped that he could hurt Arthas...

"For King Terenas!"

Most of the soldiers in their camp thought so.

However, what they expected was completely shattered when the long stick with a dark glow swept over.

With a sound of air, Arthas swept away the vanguard of the battle line with his stick.

Including the non-commissioned officer who attacked first, all were swept away by the tremendous force he exerted.

"Arthas, you..."

He thrust his stick forward and struck upward diagonally, and a human paladin with wings of holy light flew backwards.

Bang! Crack! The tents in the camp were crushed by the soldiers, and one tree after another caught the soldiers.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The Paladin grabbed the second support point and fell to the ground, coughing up blood and unable to get up.

"Your will to resist is very impressive."

Looking at the new line formed not far away, Arthas couldn't help but encourage the team that didn't know how to dodge but only knew how to fight head-on.

He crossed the hills and saw for the first time...for the countless times...a camp with such a strong will to resist.

It’s a pity that they have good perseverance but not enough unity.

In order to regain their original land, they are ambitious enough, as if...

At this moment, Arthas used a few sticks to sweep away the barely formed new line, and came to the center of the outpost on one horse and one man.

"It's that monster! Run... run!"

"Stay here. You don't have to keep running away."

After he finished speaking, Arthas stretched out his right hand and clenched it, and the hands of death grabbed the fugitives here.

Seeing these refugees who looked like the ones he had seen yesterday, Arthas sighed softly and wielded his stick to strike again.

He knew that no matter what disaster happened in Lordaeron, there would always be refugees seeking a safe place.

"No!"

A Lordaeron soldier who blocked his way was knocked away by a stick, with blood foam flying everywhere.

He patted the horse's back with one hand, pushed down with both feet, and used the force to leap up.

Boom! With one hand, he pressed down the paladin who was climbing up with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He stopped spinning in the air and landed on the ground with both feet.

"Ada, Aer, Asan, tie them up."

As Arthas gave the order, three ghosts spontaneously fell from the sky.

The ghosts, led by Ah Da, bowed and said, "Master, we will follow your orders."

Soon, ropes in the camp tied up the humans, dwarves, and midgets who had brought them here.

Not far away, a dense "army" came, and one skeleton warrior after another surrounded this seemingly neat square formation.

"Ah Liu, these people are now in your hands."

Seeing the confused phalanx, Arthas mentioned the Paladin.

Upon hearing the order, a skeleton warrior riding a skeletal warhorse was possessed by a ghost, and his eyes burned with bright red soul fire.

Returning to his body, Ah Liu bowed and said, "Master, I will do everything well."

"what!"

Shaking off the paladin who was screaming in pain and whose power had been sealed, Arthas immediately whistled.

At the sound of a whistle, Invincible neighed in response and ran towards its owner.

The next moment, Arthas grabbed the reins with one hand, flipped in the air with an invincible charge, and sat on it again.

"If the Holy Light can save you, then just pray."

Leaving behind a few words, Arthas grasped the reins and led his current team forward rapidly again.

He has been waiting for a long time for a paladin who can fight him for a long time, but such a paladin does not exist at the moment.

"Roar!"

At the same time, the rotten dragon that occasionally appeared through the clouds in the sky roared and followed closely with the ghosts around it.

At the original site, several ghosts who were in charge of the phalanx, with five thousand skeleton warriors, guarded the team of living people that had been newly added with about a hundred people in the middle.

Including these new survivors, the number of living people surrounded by these skeleton warriors with hollow eyes has now reached one thousand.

"For the master, keep going, you living ones!"

"Bah! Undead, you can't even think of ordering us around!"

After a spit, a living person said, "Listen to me!"

"Rather than letting our future be transformed into this kind of monster by that butcher!"

"Why not join me and fight against these monsters together!"

Ada came to a blue-eyed high elf, who was the only high elf in the team and the only one who resisted at the moment.

"Really, elf?"

“You…Ah! Aaaaah!!”

He only pressed lightly, causing him to howl in pain.

The shrill screams once again alerted the other survivors who attempted to resist.

This High Elf was not the first, nor the last, but with his contribution, they knew the right time had not yet come.

"Remember! Without the Master's mercy and pity, you would have died long ago."

"Haha, we don't need...ah!"

"Paladin, you are nominally Knights of the Silver Hand."

Holding down the wailing new Paladin, Ada Road: "The will to resist."

"You are resilient, but your resistance is meaningless."

……

"Get out of the way, your resistance is meaningless!"

Riding on a galloping deathhorse, Arthas led a group of ghosts across a newly built remaining outpost of Lordaeron.

Leaving the town of Vandermar, he hung a sword on his waist, held a long stick he had accidentally found, and crossed mountains and rivers.

He gathered groups of fugitives and cursed sects, advanced alone to defeat the enemy, and finally arrived near the ruined Andorhal.

Now, he just needs to follow the direction provided by the ghost servant beside him and continue moving forward to find Kel'Thuzad's bones.

With the power he has now, he wants to see if it would be so troublesome to resurrect Kel'Thuzad.

Personal verification is always better than the speculation...

Of course, the world is different, and it is not impossible to have a world where books have not been eaten.

However, after going through several parallel worlds, he still figured out some rules.

Because of past or present battle nodes and original future nodes, the differences between these worlds are actually not that big.

At least, he had never personally been to a world of great change like the one with the Holy Light Lich King and the demon Jaina.

There are several parallel worlds, all of which are heading in the direction of the "divine timeline", but the plots are quite different.

Now in this unknown "timeline", he came here following the plot, also wanting to see what the unknown is like?

That Tichondrius seemed too "gullible" and Ner'zhul too "calm".

The most peculiar thing is that his patrolling actions in circles over those days did not seem to bring much change to the original plot outcome.

This didn't make sense; with what he knew about the Nathrezim, there was no way they were unaware of his "treason" that day.

Apparently, Tichondrius had not learned of his situation from Ner'zhul until yesterday evening.

Secretly, at noon now, everything seems to be going too smoothly...

"Master, Kel'Thuzad's tomb is just ahead."

A floating ghost came to the front of Galloping Arthas and said, "There is the protection of the Holy Light."

"According to my investigation, they are planning to burn down the cemeteries. We must immediately..."

A ray of holy light fell, and Arthas, who was far away from the main force, saw with his own eyes his servants being purified by the holy light that did not belong to him.

Yes, he and the increasingly "bloated" army behind him were so far away that neither side could see each other's backs.

"Hohoho, which old friend of mine is here?"

Finding that the remnants of Lordaeron had finally completed the task that had been bothering him, Arthas raised his head and looked toward the heights on both sides of the canyon.

Unknowingly, Invincible brought him to this canyon.

At the same time, the flags of Lordaeron and the Silver Hand that gradually appeared in front of him on both sides further confirmed his thoughts.

If everything goes well, then his elite skeleton warriors should "die gloriously" for him.

"We have you surrounded, Arthas Menethil!"

"Stop this madness before it's too late!"

A middle-aged paladin with black hair holding a war hammer, riding a black horse with silver armor, looked down at the rebellious prince.

"Wait a minute, I've brought my troops here."

"You now……"

Holding Wudi back and wandering around, Arthas asked in surprise: "You're telling me now that I still have time?!"

"Gavinrad Doom, your remarks are truly hilarious."

Looking at this old friend with an evil smile, Arthas said: "Paladin, my old friend."

"Your next sentence is..."

Imitating Gavinrad's tone in his memory, Arthas said: "A quick death."

"For you, it is the best way to forgive your endless sins!"

With a gloomy face, Gavinrad said: "Very good, it seems that you also know your sins..."

"Your sins are unforgivable, Prince Arthas!"

"By the Holy Light, brothers, shoot your arrows and give our prince a quick death!"

Then, arrows carrying holy light shot down from high above and rushed towards Arthas.