The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"It's Prince Arthas... prepare to fight!"

"Hurry and inform Lord Gavinrad that the undead are coming!"

The dark hand of death knocked out the person who made the noise. Arthas clenched his right hand and said, "I will take you to see Lord Gavinrad right now!"

"Lao Ke, tie up these patrolmen."

"Yes, my lord."

Threatened with death, protected by holy light, chained, and sent to heaven.

It was a smooth process, and Kel'Thuzad was very familiar with how to do things now.

Wearing the armor kindly given by some knights, he felt for the first time that it was a wrong decision for him to choose to be a mage.

If a profession like the knight can easily attract ice, then what is the point of being a fragile mage?

However, having said that, I suppressed all the negative emotions towards Arthas in my heart.

He was interested in the revenge Arthas had mentioned earlier, because...

"You won't succeed, monster. We have already evacuated the people!"

"So it was you who saved my captives, then come and join the new team behind me."

With the announcement of the end, a group of soldiers who were tied up like mummies and unable to resist appeared behind Wudi.

An evil wind blew and he managed to keep his body steady with difficulty.

A rain of blood fell, covering the mouth and nose and swinging the blade.

An icy road appeared and landed smoothly on the ground in an instant.

A sword energy was slashed out, making it difficult to move.

There is no shame in being defeated by a far-flung force, and the fate that awaits them is not cruel.

The swing treatment for knights and soldiers like Gavinrad is a fun way to return to childhood.

It is impossible to give up revenge, but they can only enjoy the process now.

Arthas swung his sword sideways and watched the lucky man run away from the "attack range".

He shouted in a cold voice: "And you guys!"

"Hurry back and tell Uther that I, Arthas Menethil, have come to collect debts from you traitors!"

Several donkey riders who were running for their lives heard the sound of soul-chasing coming from afar, and slapped their donkeys' buttocks, making them run faster.

With the intention of alerting the other comrades in the camp, they disappeared in a flash, blessed by the Holy Light that suddenly descended upon them.

"For Dalaran... well, I seem to have gone off topic."

With his hand on his head, Arthas asked, "Old Ke, what do you think?"

"Your Highness, I still have research to do. Can you please stop bothering me?"

Looking down at the diary in his hand, Kel'Thuzad said, "This matter is very important to you."

"I don't think you would want to lose something that could turn the tide at what you think is a critical moment..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Arthas suppressed his surprise at how quickly Old Ke could get into the state and said, "I won't talk to you anymore."

"Just like I said before, you can trick me or harm me if you want."

"As long as you can produce a result, I will not only let you go free, but also give you various preferential treatments, including but not limited to."

Seeing that Old Ke was getting a little impatient, Arthas quickly stopped bothering him and turned to look at the captives with scarlet eyes.

If Lao Ke doesn't want to deal with such a small matter, what else can he, as the leader, do?

"Ada, Aer...Aba, Ajiu, send them up to keep Gavinrad company!"

"Arthas! You will be judged one day!!"

"Monster, my father died in Stratholme because of you!"

……

"Butcher, our friends will help us get revenge sooner or later!"

As they cleared out the shadows one by one and sent them away, Arthas watched them yelling.

It seems like they can only curse, and their attention cannot be focused enough to offset the pain...it seems like it helps to divert their attention.

"Shut up and take this disrespectful archer away!"

As the master spoke, as soon as he finished speaking, Ah Da and other ghosts raised their hands.

The wind blew away the wound and the last captive who hated his master ascended to heaven to join their comrades.

A lot of plants. Since obtaining this identity, Arthas has rarely felt disgusted with this identity.

He is such a good person. Although his methods are not very bright, his heart and mind are not crooked.

If it is distorted, it means that there is a problem with his cognition, and a mental breakdown is not a big deal.

The most recent time, he collapsed, but his ability to adjust has always been very good.

Because he wants to live...thanks to the system...not sure, the system is not here.

This save file may be... I seem to be able to only shout to read the save file...

After roasting a wild rabbit that he had caught and cutting it into pieces, Arthas once again set out on his journey.

After finishing the work, I rode on my horse and had time to eat a meal on the way.

He believed that with this buffer time, Uther would always be able to lead his troops to encircle and suppress...

"What did you say? Arthas is calling?!"

"Yes, Lord Ballard, we must prepare our defense immediately."

A knight who had just arrived at the camp on a donkey, bringing with him several surviving brothers, respectfully reported to Ballard Bright Warrior.

Paladin Ballard has a typical brown-haired, middle-aged Western face, but he is not bald.

Wearing a set of standard silver hand armor and carrying a two-handed war hammer on his back, he is intimidating without even showing any anger.

Veins popped out of his chest as Ballard said, "Very good, go find Uther immediately."

"I'm right here..."

"Wait a minute, I've given you all this time."

Holding a salt-roasted rabbit leg, Arthas swallowed the last piece of meat and said, "Is this how you repay me?"

Throwing out the rabbit bones, Arthas drew his sword and purified them with the power of death.

Nothing was left. After Arthas put away his sword, he raised his right index finger and shook it, as if smiling.

It wasn't his fault that he ran fast. If these guys didn't run as fast as they could, they would be...

Seeing the panting old donkey, Arthas changed his mind.

It turned out that it was not that they could not run, but that they really used all their strength to run with them.

Of course, when he let them run, he also secretly helped them dispel the shadows with a little pain.

His right hand trembled slightly as he said, "No talk of reward."

"I just ask one thing, are you ready for my wrath?"

Reacting instantly, Ballard took down the sledgehammer behind him and said, "Arthas, you traitor!"

"You have not only disgraced the Menethil name, but you have also destroyed everything that His Majesty Terenas has!!"

"The King and Queen Anne have worked so hard to prepare everything for you for the past fifty years!!!"

"No, you Paladin!"

His temper suddenly flared up, and Arthas drew out Frostmourne again, pointing the sword at the shameless and boastful Paladin.

The plants in the world, his parents are gone in this world, and this person pulled them out...

Um...why am I reacting so strongly?

I came here for the plot, but secretly I came to investigate... What I was actually thinking was...

The shadows can be so blatant, as if to confirm that the vast majority of nodes will be "originally" similar to the world.

Why should I demand so much from others who are deeply persecuted by the shadow?

If you are poor, you can take care of yourself; if you are rich, you can help the world.

Now that I'm "richer", my moral standards should be higher, my behavioral bottom line should be higher, and I should be more tolerant.

Seeing that Arthas was speechless, Ballard couldn't help but be overjoyed.

There is nothing wrong with Holy Light’s teachings. If we can talk about it, then we can continue the discussion.

It seems that Prince Arthas is not corrupt in his heart, he still maintains a bottom line...

"I really don't understand why Uther guaranteed you in the first place?!"

"Not only have you abandoned your own glory, you have also ruined his glory!"

"Arthas, you will die!"

Hearing the familiar words that had not changed much, Arthas did not hesitate and slashed with his sword.

A certain plant, so familiar that it must have died a miserable death, was already mentioned. If he didn't take action, he would be betraying the bottom line he had just set.

It’s okay to curse people, it’s okay to say that the immortal is the greatest... some kind of plant.

"Balard, I didn't expect you to be such a paladin!"

Without waiting for Ballard to use his hammer to try to block the sword energy, Invincible carried Arthas to the paladin in an instant.

When good people see people with low moral character, they tremble with anger!

With the sound of the hammer breaking with a clang, Arthas drew back his sword and punched his old brother in the face.

He knew all the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand who were worth mentioning.

He is a prince of a country. How could he not recognize these future "team members" in his memory?

"Humility! You are not humble at all. And you are still a Grandmaster Paladin?!"

"Little Karami, I will teach you what humility is!"

A shield blocked the rain of bullets and arrows, helped Ballard to clear his blood circulation, and taught him what humility was. The knight was not humble at all.

"Honor, where is your honor, Barad Lightbringer?!"

"Answer me, where is the honor you swore to defend?!"

Holding his old friend with a bleeding nose, Arthas punched the paladin in the chest.

With a strong force of death, the punch dented Ballard's heavy breastplate and made him swallow a mouthful of blood.

"Sacrifice, what about the sacrifice we advocate? Is this your sacrifice?!"

"The dead are the greatest, don't you understand? I don't even know where the old king's soul went, and you're still talking about 'my' parents?!"

Using the invisible holy light to straighten out the scattered blood and energy on Ballard's body, Arthas straightened his body and gave him a dunk.

With a thud, the helmet on Ballard's head flattened, and Arthas empowered it and threw it far away, creating a big hole in the human camp ahead.

"Brave, where is your bravery? Why don't you resist me?!"

……

"Honesty. I think the most important thing for a knight is to know how to be honest."

"You stuck them here to report to you, do you know what a military emergency is?!"

Speaking of a bloody knight who had lost his armor and was left with only his underwear, Arthas put away his fist.

In a short while, in front of Alsace...

They didn't dare to move at all, for they were worried that Ballard would be gone in the next second.

The remaining warriors of Lordaeron took up their weapons and temporarily confronted the silent Arthas.

"Sorry, man, I went a little overboard."

Putting down the Silent Knight in his left hand, Arthas held his head with his right hand and said, "There is still some time."

"Don't blame me. It was you who betrayed the Holy Light."

Hearing this, Ballard's eyes suddenly widened.

With bloodshot eyes, he angrily said: "You...traitor!"

“It was you who betrayed the Holy Light! Arthas… Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!!”

Drawing out the shadowy black fog, Arthas used his familiar high-speed method of expelling alien power, and finally blew it away with one gulp.