The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Look here, Jaina, you're done!

After kicking a blood-coughing paladin unconscious, Arthas immediately swung out the hungry magic sword that gathered and caused the ground to crack in some areas.

Proudmoore... Windrunner, Frostmourne... hungry.

The first thing to be hit was the biting cold icy wind.

It appeared out of thin air with Alsace as its center and rushed in all directions.

The second thing that followed closely was the dark sword light that turned into a tornado.

It swung its sword with Arthas as its target, and rushed forward at lightning speed.

Although Arthas wanted to provide accompaniment and dialogue for the two winds, he did so in order to maintain a cold image.

Instead of playing a funny character, he had a cold face, his eyes were full of horror, and the corners of his mouth had a sarcastic and indifferent expression.

In response, Sylvanas broke down and shouted, "No, Arthas!"

"You can't do this! You damned butcher! Bloodthirsty demon!!"

Before that, near her, a lady in pajamas had a flash of inspiration in her head.

Next, she subconsciously shouted out these words together with Sylvanas, even causing the little cutie in her arms to be surprised.

So the cute little Christina blinked in confusion.

The bodies are different, the voices are the same, the movements are synchronized, the timbre is different, the tone is the same, yet different, yet it is still the same person.

"Jidana: Sylvanas Windrunner, this mistress is indeed a woman who can compete with me.

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"Ke Xiaona: ...

That's you...your Windrunner bestie.

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Rumble, a mushroom cloud flattened the messy and bloody land.

A real man never wears sunglasses...

A real man, holding a magic sword in his hand, his oppressive black cloak rises with the wind, the wind blows on his face, and he never looks at the explosion head-on.

However, as soon as he turned around and became confident, an unexpected voice came.

"It's terrible. It's really terrible."

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There is actually someone else...Oh no!

It was the elves. The four races including elves and humans were able to survive such a terrible explosion!

Seeing the undead skeletons being cleared away by a sword, Sylvanas asked: "Foolish Death Knight, what are you expecting?"

"Frostmourne: ...

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Under the dark night, where the mushroom cloud was before, the flat land was covered with a layer of cotton cloth by crystal clear ice crystals.

As for the undead inside, not a drop of blood or a residue was left, they were all eliminated accurately.

Obviously, this is not a nuclear explosion mushroom cloud, but a clean-up mushroom cloud.

Similarly, there is light in the dark night, and this magnificent spectacle is undoubtedly the best proof of the absolute power of Arthas.

Precise strikes, precise sweeping, precise cleaning, precise violence!

"Knight: My sword, this sword of mine never takes away anyone's soul.

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"Well, who knows?"

While nodding and asking, the Death Knight Arthas slashed out with his sword, habitually calming the magic sword in his own way.

The next second, he declared domineeringly: "Frostmourne is thirsty!"

"Arthas, I want you to be in trouble!"

After a brief battle of voices, Arthas and Sylvanas (Jaina) regained their spiritual connection.

After all, the only things left on the outskirts of Andorhal today are the masters and apprentices who were not masters and apprentices before, and the various pits of different sizes created by everyone's "communication" with each other...

A pit where you step is still a pit, just like that’s how the “ancient” rules were made.

We have always been the ones who are not afraid of "power"... because that pit is just a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg, there are many more "pits".

The innocent grass and flowers that were beaten down by the gusts of wind also had something to say.

The grass flower "knelt on the ground" and couldn't get up. The dark cloak behind Arthas automatically fluttered.

"Come on, if you want to fight, then come and fight me again!"

Excited Gavinrad: "Arthas!"

There were rounds of shouting and charging, and rounds of soldiers participating in the encirclement and suppression coughing up blood and flying high into the sky.

Then, another round of arrow rain and magic balls took advantage of the opportunity to launch fierce attacks to buy time for the next batch of warriors.

Our own soldiers... our comrades are attacking, we have a clear advantage, we can't tell friend from foe, it's really impossible to do this.

"General, something terrible is happening."

Sylvanas casually drew her bow and shot an arcane arrow. "What's wrong, Halduron?"

"General, the chaplains are exhausted."

After saying that, Halduron was glared at by a terrifying cold gaze from afar. He was hit by a high-speed ice crystal, his eyes turned white, and he almost couldn't stand.

However, Sylvanas continued to draw her bow and shoot arrows, saying, "It's okay. Let the mage team make the recovery potion to catch up."

At this time, another ranger lieutenant held down the old brother who was about to "fall" and said, "General, the potion we hastily made is not enough."

Upon hearing that all the careful preparations had been wasted so quickly, Sylvanas couldn't help but curse the coalition in her heart...the coalition's enemies were too strong.

The terrifying consumption capacity is still impressive even in this raging war where there is no pause for rest.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Saying these words with a sense of security, Sylvanas put down her longbow and used her remaining arcane magic to simulate the power of Holy Light.

As we all know, although fire and frost magic are two of the three specializations of a normal mage, these two types of specialized magic are simulated by arcane magic.

"Holy Light, heal the wounds of the elves before my eyes!"

The callous-free little hand trembled, and the golden-patterned gauntlet shook, just like the light summoned by other holy light healers, and she squeezed the holy light into a small ball with one hand.

"See, this is my last bit of strength."

Just like Wingless Uther who was "sleeping peacefully" nearby, Halduron received treatment from the Holy Light orb in his chest, and then lay on the ground with the help of Lor'themar.

Seeing that my good brother finally...

Click.

Seeing the general he respected being hit by a beam of cold light coming from a distance, Lor'themar brazenly ignited the "ashes" in his heart.

Kaka.

Regarding her own experience, Sylvanas secretly felt the warm holy light and said, "Lor'themar Theron."

A breeze blew by, and Lor'themar's eyes were filled with fire as he said, "General."

As if at the final decisive moment, Sylvanas' breath continued to weaken as the ice in her chest continued to spread throughout her body.

In the eyes of Lor'themar and the resting Liadrin, this freezing seemed to be able to end all breath of life.

Sylvanas' face turned pale, and she said as if she had used up all her strength: "From now on."

"Traveler, I entrust this to you."

"For the sake of Quel'Thalas, you, Lor'themar... must... achieve... victory..."

Crack, crack, crack. The ice prison that enveloped the Elf Ranger General was completely formed. Only the hidden holy light power inside could provide...

At the same time, light broke through the darkness, and rays of sunlight came to the gentle and fair face of the ice elf beauty General Xi, who was full of hope.

Her pale but gentle face, her lips slightly parted, as if to say...

"victory."

Seeing Lor'themar accept the appointment, Lady Jaina, who was floating nearby, burst into tears.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Her eyes were red, she covered her nose, and tears were flowing.

This clearly shows one thing, that she deeply sympathizes with the tragic fate of Sylvanas and others.

So this is the memory I had forgotten...the memory my husband had experienced?

As for the master hiding from the rain in her arms, Christina said she had no intention of...

“Give it to me too… wuwuwu, if you don’t want to cry, then don’t cry… wuwuwu…”

From the belly, from the cloth bag "bed" of the child that had been formed at some point in time, I took the tissue from the hand of my daughter who was pretending to have red eyes and tears.

Ms. Jenna wiped her nose with one hand and her eyes with the other.

“Hahahaha! Is this the dawn of hope you’ve been waiting for?!”

Arthas was tired mentally but physically, and the repeated coughing up of blood in battle made him tired.

Dawn has come, night has passed, and it's time to unveil some of the secrets.

On the other side... the miserable and grieving atmosphere of people refusing to surrender was different, and the Death Knight sneered loudly.

As a villain, he has learned his lesson.

If you want to fight, you should beat your opponent so badly that he is "bloody and broken" so that the smart people on the other side cannot find any fault with you.

Knocked unconscious and fell to the ground... No!

One on each side, their heads collided with each other, they flew away with blood in their eyes, and fell unconscious!

He quietly flashed a holy light in the crowd and appeared as a lively and brave hero.

Do you two think so?

Holding hands allowed the tenacious Gavinrad and Ballard to enjoy the warmth of brotherhood, and Arthas had no choice but to throw the two away with one hand because of the sudden crowd.

Others have already rushed over and hit you head-on. This is self-defense... This is a necessary sacrifice.

Boom! With a wave of his hand, the black robe was thrown, and a group of tired soldiers were repelled by the black tiger... lion's air wave, and blood and spiritual energy were splashed everywhere.

The black robe returned to its original position, and Arthas stood on a small ice hill with his arms stretched out straight.

He declared: "Knights of the Silver Hand, your leader, Uther Lightbringer, and you have failed!"

Like Uther who was "squirming" and struggling to get up, many members of the Knights of the Silver Hand were filled with resentment and anger when they heard these words.

In just a few days, they lost a lot.

Even in one night, tens of thousands of people...

Yes, 30,000 remnants of the army... the combined strength of the regular army, plus the five thousand elite ranger mages from Quel'Thalas who quickly arrived as reinforcements.

With so many people fighting at full strength for an entire night, they were unable to drain the last and first drop of blood of this monster named Arthas Menethil.

His energy seems to be limitless, he is not afraid of any harm, he can withstand all attacks and refuses to retreat even a few steps.

"Ke Xiaona: The gentle combination of holy light and death, with ten paths in my body, is so terrifying."

"And you, brave dwarves and gnomes, may the blood wine lull you to sleep."

"In the name of Magnibeard..."

When he first heard about a certain dwarf's beard, Arthas looked calm on the surface, but he was actually in turmoil inside.

Fortunately, the dwarf who shouted was not his "respected" Master Muradin, but an ordinary blacksmith dwarf.

At this time, the dwarves and gnomes clenched their fists, which made crackling sounds in unwillingness.

As soon as he heard the words "excited brothers", Arthas immediately shifted his gaze.

He saw an area with fewer people and continued, "Proud high elves, even your general."

"Sylvanas Windrunner, the one who is highly regarded by the public, has used up her last bit of strength just to help you defeat me."

We are one family, so of course we should speak nicely, right?

"Ke Xiaona: Villains are usually defeated by their big talk.

Hey, stop crying!

I've been crying till now, are you still not able to calm down? ! 』

Near General Ice, someone silently drew his bow.

"Jidana: Hold on tight, my dear, woo woo woo."

"She wants you to win, what a joke..."

With a whoosh, an arcane fire arrow was grasped in Arthas's hand.

Looking at the archer, Arthas sneered: "Haha, little ranger Lor'themar."

"You actually want to avenge your general? This is really funny..."

"Do you think this is a joke, Arthas Menethil?!"

With a bang! As Arthas said this, he punched a fireball.

Boom, there was also a musket, which was also blown up by his punch.

Well, there is also a flying fire phoenix.

Using his brute force to tear the fire phoenix apart, Arthas said coldly in the firelight: "Kael'thas Sunstrider, you can do that?"

"How dare you bark in front of me...!"

When Arthas saw the sudden appearance of the High Elf Prince, the blood mage without the three fireballs, he immediately shook hands with him.

Then, a huge green hand that could wrap around a person, the Plague Death Grip, instantly appeared near Kael'thas.

Kael'thas did not dodge the sudden Death Grip hand, but easily cut it off with a flaming hand knife.

The cut was extremely smooth, with virtually no resistance at all... The flames swept across the severed hand, engulfing the means of spreading the unknown plague.

The destruction of some of the Scourge Legionnaires before was bad enough, and if the remaining coalition soldiers who had little power to resist were tragically transformed, the consequences would be disastrous.

To do this, Kael'thas sacrificed a clone of the Fire Prince.

Using this as an anchor point, we leaped a thousand miles to open the door here.

Whoosh! The roaring flames melted the ice, and there was no life... The healthy-looking Ranger General raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The ice water instantly turned into a tornado, and she used the magic of fire to make a grand reappearance.

She knew someone would come, but she didn't expect the identity and efficiency of the person coming...

The belated holy light descended and enveloped Sylvanas.

Not far away, Gavinrad, who was lying on the ground with his hands raised, said, "Madam, this is the blessing of the Holy Light..."

This action finally dispelled the doubts of the Dreadlord and others who had re-emerged on the distant hill at some point in time.

Holy light is useful, but the light summoned by devout believers is definitely more useful.

Because before Kael'thas started releasing fire, the Holy Light was protecting her in the ice!

Ice Breaking is undoubtedly reliable and useful, and Kael'thas is not that...

"Sylvanas, there were some unexpected events in Dalaran. We need to change our plans."

Ok?

A big question mark was written on Sylvanas' face and in Arthas' heart.

Are you so open and aboveboard as to expose our plan?

Are you so ignorant that you dare to stand in front of me?

With flames burning on his body, Kael'thas grabbed the flames with both hands and said, "There is not much time left. We will help you hold them back."

"them?"

Catching "General" Lor'themar who was tumbling from the center of the battlefield, and the unfortunate and powerless nurse Lady Liadrin, Sylvanas asked on behalf of the fallen soldiers at the right time.

"Yes, it is them. Arthas is trying to destroy us in one fell swoop."

Arthas, with a cold face, sent the tattered style to Halduron with a sword, and slashed with a sword to express...

Are you seriously ill?!

If I had this kind of plan, why would I need it... Would the administrative efficiency of such a large alliance be so high? !

Do the “stubborn old Dengs” no longer have the “normal” politician lip service? !

Without waiting for Arthas to become aggressive, Kael'thas transformed his hands and guided the hands of fire to protect people like Halduron and let them leave.

At the same time, doors of fire opened behind him.

Now on stage are... please welcome the "Prince's Assistant" who stayed in Quel'Thalas, including the Tired Rommath.

The great astrologer Solanlian followed the prince to Dalaran for many years.

Or follow the prince to Dalaran...

The cold and ruthless voice that echoed throughout the battlefield issued an order to the Lordaeron army that had come from afar.

"Farric, Marwyn, 'encircle' them, now and immediately."