The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"I will obey your orders, Your Majesty!"

With the response from Falric and Marwyn, the soldiers of the New Lordaeron Undead First Legion, wearing heavy armor, came from afar.

They formed a neat circle and advanced towards the center, step by step, with heavy, sloganless and unwavering steps.

There was no battle cry, only the "song" of the march with earth-shaking footsteps, which was like an invisible hand strangling the throats of most of the coalition soldiers.

Watch from the sky as the dawn begins to fall and the darkness recedes.

These troops are more than a hundred thousand strong. The number of troops from the navy, army and air force is countless and densely packed.

From Alsace's position, they were holding up pieces of rags...

One after another, the fluttering flags of Lordaeron, some intact, some patched, some scattered, some long and some short, rose from the dark and orderly army formation.

L (Lordaeron)

Even if the flagpole is shorter or smaller, the flag is still proud and high-flying in the hands of tall undead "soldiers" such as Stitched Monsters.

As for why this group of troops left behind in the ruins of the imperial city of Lordaeron came, we need to ask the person who issued the "encirclement and suppression" order.

When Tichondrius transformed into a human paladin, or an elf ranger... no, when he joined the spectators on the battlefield.

At that time, Arthas felt the evil energy "backstabbing" him from the front and slashed at him with his sword.

That dazzling holy light broke his...

For the first time, he felt a power similar to the time when Ner'zhul had not yet "betrayed" him, when he controlled an army of the dead that was powerful enough to destroy a country.

At that moment, he knew that his change had caused a series of butterfly effects.

This forced Lord Tichondrius to take action personally, hand over his "military power", and give him great "grace" and "trust".

Although the strange way of giving "Military Power" is to use Holy Light or something to hit himself a few times, Tichondrius is undoubtedly here to help him at this point.

They are the ones on his side…who are on his side in the short term.

Although he only guessed part of the reason at the moment, maybe all of it, or his guess was wrong, but he once again felt the power to control the dead.

That supreme power seemed to be declaring that he, Arthas Menethil...

You are the chosen one, you are the only one!

Therefore, when he saw that some Quel'Thalas elves did not act according to common sense, he immediately gave orders to his loyal lieutenants who were no longer "rebellious".

"So, everything she said is true?"

I heard the sighs of Kaizi...Old Kai...Prince Kael'thas, and saw his flaming fist clenching tighter and tighter.

In response, Arthas turned around and made eye contact with Sylvanas, who was wondering how her words had come true.

"Arthas: Well done, you have successfully burned all my plans to ashes at the source."

"Xinana: I said... I just gave you a reminder and painted a pie of crisis, do you believe it?"

No matter how General Windrunner, who seemed ready to take action at any time, responded, Arthas could not wait any longer.

Now that it has come to this, all we need to do is get more intelligence.

Raising his sword and slashing it downwards, he said in a cold voice: "Kael'thas, you now have only two choices."

His voice was still the same, appearing so clearly in the minds of the coalition soldiers, cold and domineering.

"Either you take as many people as possible with you when facing the attack of the Scourge, or you all stay here and become part of the Scourge."

"Arthas: Jenna, you must cooperate with me well from now on!"

"Shina: Bullshit, don't even try!

I'm not the Jenna you think I am, I'm Gianna!

Do whatever you want to do quickly, I'm still waiting to go back to my warm cabin and sleep! 』

"Arthas: Hmm...666

By the way, what I actually wanted to hint at is…』

"Bad Ersas! Don't you dare insult the noble and proud Quel'dorei!!"

"We, the Quel'dorei! We will never!! Never yield to any evil forces!!!"

Hearing the Ranger General's roar, Arthas couldn't help but...

People like Uther the Lightbringer realized for the first time that Sylvanas was so strong-willed and would rather die than surrender.

I admire you so much...it boosts morale and strengthens our will.

With a whoosh, a cold sword energy instantly passed through the coalition soldiers and shot towards Sylvanas.

Without further ado, let’s send our dear “Jaina” to heaven with one sword!

After all, those who understand will understand, adding some holy light to the frost aura...

"Arthas, have you never repented?!"

With a flash, he took a step and raised his fist. Kael'thas used his flaming fist to explode the cold sword energy and asked the question with his whole body trembling.

A few months ago, there were still "rumors" praising Arthas's journey north to Northrend, saying that he would definitely be able to destroy the source of the Undead Scourge.

But Kael'thas still couldn't believe that the hero had now become a dragon, because he believed that Arthas still had a trace of conscience that had not been extinguished.

It was also because of one thing. As Arthas's love rival in a sense, he could understand him.

A normal Alsace would never do such treasonous acts...

"If you had the same experience as me, Kael'thas, you would make the same decision as me!"

As soon as the word "choice" came out, a dark area spread out and instantly enveloped...

It’s like a pack of death force in a domain, and a pack of domain, covering the main force.

Not only does it have a target choice, but there are also dark shadows "walking out" from the field one after another.

Outside the domain, the coalition soldiers such as Buzan and Ballard who were not swallowed by the domain had solemn expressions, angry expressions, or... all kinds of expressions.

However, the Undead army without some officers was still slowly advancing towards and surrounding them, and they could only hold their weapons tightly and prepare for this final battle.

As for the retreat, many people had already been stimulated by the words of the fight with Arthas, and their minds were filled with the desire to defeat him, so much so that they almost forgot about it.

For example, before punching the revengeful person who was coughing up blood.

"You said your father died in Stratholme... It was a necessary sacrifice, fool."

"Because it is an honor for them to be part of my army of the dead."

"Traitor, I want..."

"next."

……

"I want to avenge my father!"

The revenge seeker rolled over like a carp, dragged his healed body, and chopped back with his knife, howling.

For example, he defeated the high elves who came from afar with one sword.

"You often say that you are proud and noble."

"But when you become the abomination... like that big hole-stitched monster not far away, covered with scarlet stitches and bloody flesh, that is the most noble."

"Even if not, becoming a proud, hideous-looking ghoul and twisted crawler is my gift of mercy to you."

"you……"

"Ugly elves, even the dwarves are nobler and prouder than you!"

The Sword of the Earthfall caused a high elf who loved appearance and did not want to become a low-intelligence monster after death to... fight back.

There are many people like him, but their methods are different, and the voices they use can reach deep into each other's hearts.

No one, not many people, paid attention to what Arthas and "Lucky" said.

In the eyes of some of them who are "leisurely", it is just their comrades who are getting up again with full of determination and scrambling to fight on the front line of the battlefield.

"Dwarves, I'm talking about you. Your beards are really ugly."

"What in the name of beard? It's obviously the pathetic dignity of not wanting to shave your beard."

"For Khaz Modan!"

……

"And the dwarfs, your..."

"Witness the power of dwarven technology!"

"Just like that... I can kill it with a flick of my finger."

Returning to the topic from watching each opponent's targeted one-on-one provocations, the vast majority of the four-tribe coalition forces felt humiliated.

Each person's different self-esteem makes them excited and fearless in battle...

When things are unreasonable, the best "seasoning" is for everyone to be unreasonable.

Before we end, let’s return to the present.

“Brothers and sisters, are you afraid of death?”

"afraid."

"Not afraid!"

There will always be someone in the crowd who will stand up in times of crisis, whether they are afraid or not.

Whether it's the old hatred for the undead, or the new hatred, or the fear in the heart...

As before, they shared the same hatred and the same enemy.

Some of the reasons were due to their will to win, despite the fact that Arthas had tirelessly made them bleed and lose their power.

At the same time, there is also the earnest desire to protect the people behind me and the people around me.

Sometimes, some things cannot be underestimated.

On the battlefield, there may be some who abandon their weapons and armor.

But on this battlefield, fighting to the death is the "main theme".

"They want to kill us and become part of them."

"General (Prince/Captain/…), although they are trapped, we will definitely win in the end."

"The butcher wanted to destroy our hope, but our hope will never die so easily."

They all had no choice but to overcome and fight to the death.

"Yes, no matter what, that monster won't let us go, right?!"

"Brothers and sisters! Based on what we have learned, we must gather together once again and rebuild our front!"

"Fight, fight, fight, fight!"

Similar words of faith echoed on this battlefield... How can we surrender?

We stand united, even if we die in the end, so what?!

Just like that, there was a neat central line of living people numbering less than 50,000, and an encirclement of a large army of dead whose exact number was unknown.

Here below in the sky, outside of Andorhal, in this camp, between the woods and mountains, in the eyes of some peepers like Tichondrius.

The living with hope and the dead with despair, on this solemn and murderous battlefield, from the outside to the inside... the two sides gradually approached each other.

The battle of life and death may be about to begin.

"No way, he really wants to do this?"

"Baby, what did you think of?"

“Brothers and sisters! Never give up hope!! We are the chosen people of light (children of the sun/hunters of the mountains/crystallization of wisdom/…)!!!”

"Mom...what...what's going on?"

"Don't ever give up hope, it's good...baby, you gotta come in with me!"

A little earlier in time, inside the realm, Gavinrad looked at the elite death knights around him and exclaimed: "How is this possible?"

The next second, Halduron said solemnly: "He separated us level by level according to our strength."

Beside him, Lor'themar helped Liadrin up and said, "Sure enough, no matter how careful you are, it will be useless when dealing with a corrupted prince of Lordaeron."

Looking at Arthas with a look of hatred, Sylvanas drew her longbow and said, "You separated us, do you want to keep us until the end and then kill us?"

Raising a hammer, Uther forcibly lowered the Holy Light Barrier and panted, "Be careful... we already... huh... there is no chance to retreat."

At this moment, Falric, Marwyn and other death knights riding on skeleton horses or carrion horses surrounded the leaders of the four-tribe coalition forces.

There was a distance of three meters between one man and one horse, forming the center of the Royal Guard of Alsace.

Together with the top coalition forces such as Kael'thas, Sylvanas and Uther, they were surrounded by them in circles.

Just like they had led the crowd to besiege Arthas before, but this time the main target of the siege was them, and the periphery was replaced by elite death knights.

Although they were blocked by the holy light barrier, their lifeless eyes and the rune weapons in their hands showed that they were ready to seize the opportunity to kill at any time.

Holding the sword, he slowly walked towards the barrier and said, "That's right, you have no way out."

"After playing with you for so long, I can only give you this merciful ending."

"Not being able to see the demise of those ants outside is a good thing for you...isn't it?"

"you……"

"Accept my mercy, conceited Sunstrider."

In the current situation, Kael'thas couldn't help but feel indignant in his heart.

If only those stubborn old men had believed it earlier...

With a clang, weapons appeared around Kael'thas, and the brilliance of the weapons successfully blinded Arthas...

The orange weapon is far superior to the seven sharp weapons, I can break it with just one sword!

Frostmourne!!! Chop them up for me!!!

Those who didn't notice how Liadrin was included in the domain package legend were overwhelmed by the terrifying deterrent power of "money".

"Your Highness, don't be impulsive."

Before Arthas could prepare to smash it, an orange shield - Phase Barrier - appeared in front of him.

Lor'themar and Halduron stood on his left and right, using two two-handed swords to block his angry blow.

In this regard, Alsaston felt a lot of pressure. That spendthrift woman actually... A blue bubble appeared quietly.

However, if the power at one time is not enough, then add some more.

Click!

There was a flash of cold light, and the shattered sword blade flew in all directions.

The two brave ranger captains are about to be beheaded by Frostmourne at this moment.

Soul, delicious soul...

"drink!"

A breeze blew and the two ranger captains were swept away by it. Sylvanas bent her legs slightly and blocked the attack with her two swords.

Adjusting his expression appropriately, Arthas said with a hint of surprise: "You want to defeat me with supplies like potions?"

"Now, let's strike..."

Out of habit, Arthas left a piece of ice to cover his body and faced the next wave of attacks from legendary warriors such as Kael'thas and Uther with his sword.

After fifty-five simple moves of swordplay, a group of Arthas's defeated men turned into ice sculptures one after another.

However, as a merciful death knight, Arthas left their heads on the ice sculptures.

Generally speaking, as long as your brain can be active, that's enough.

"Hina: Wait, what about me?!"

"Kael'thas, I thought you elves could make more preparations to welcome my gift."

"But I never thought that you would come to me with your most elite people."

Seeing that everyone was about to be defeated, Kael'thas secretly made a final preparation and said: "Haha, I hope for your future."

"As conceited as you are today, Arthas Menethil."

"Well, it's only been a short while, and they can't hold on any longer?"

"They are all important pillars of support for those people outside... um..."

Covering the child's mouth with one hand, the real invisible pajamas woman said: "Don't talk, watch carefully."

After barely squeezing out a little, Christina said speechlessly: "Didn't you forbid me to look at it before... um..."

Using both hands to help pinch the child's face, Jaina said forcefully, "Child, don't look."

Sheathing his sword and raising his right hand, Arthas said coldly: "My future servant - the King of Sanlayn."

"I hope you can be as tough as you are now, instead of bowing down to me."