The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Everyone, this is a critical moment. We can't drag it on like this."

"You kind-hearted, impatient girl, we will not make any decision easily before we receive the information from Prince Kael'thas."

"You know, at this point, any decision will cost manpower, you have to understand..."

With a bang, someone slammed the table heavily.

In this meeting room illuminated by magic lights, the man who slammed the table almost drew his sword...

Seeing the almost pleading look of his own daughter, the one who convened the meeting, he...

He stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice: "Greymane, this time is different from the time when Gilneas was closed off from the outside world."

"Don't give my girl some 'reason' about nations not interfering with each other. The situation now is far more serious and deadly than when we fought the orcs!"

Across the conference table in front of the person who stood up, a figure with half white hair frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Dai Lin, control your temper."

"Solas and I will not take any unnecessary actions until sufficient evidence is presented to us."

"I emphasize again, because Lordaeron not only has the powerful 'private army' of the Knights of the Silver Hand, but also the next legitimate Queen Menethil."

"If we send troops into Lordaeron without authorization, the complications and consequences, such as compensation, are beyond the ability of our country to bear."

At this time, the red humanoid figure sitting near Jinn calmly echoed: "Compared to small countries like us, Lordaeron's national strength is so strong."

"Solas Trollbane, how could you..."

The red shadow Solas waved his hand to signal him to stop for a moment and said, "Daelin Proudmoore."

"Instead of taking the initiative to attack, we should first defend the land we have now."

"In the northeast, Quel'Thalas and East Wilder of Lordaeron are holding out. Hearthglen and other places in West Wilder can also hold out due to their geographical advantages."

With his hands flat and his chin lowered, Solas looked at the magic ball in the center of the conference table and said, "Gilneas, Dalaran, Tolgard."

"As long as the three countries in our area join forces, plus Khaz Modan and Stormwind Kingdom..."

"Hmph, I don't think so!"

At this moment, a warrior wearing black-gold armor near Solas said, "Including our Nanhai Town, there are also the Lordaeron armies from other places."

"While we were finding Her Highness Calia Menethil, the countries in our alliance worked together to block the first wave of attacks from the Fallen Prince."

"With the strength of all the countries in our alliance, we can easily swallow this natural disaster surrounded by our alliance..."

"Marshal Garithos, you have clearly seen Andorhal and Stratholme..."

"Naive girl! Those undead will attack us anyway."

Pausing his tone, Osmar said: "If we don't take advantage of our geographical advantages to build a defensive front first, then what will happen to the people of the alliance behind us?"

Osmar, who had raised this question for who knows how many times and sent his subordinates to carry it out, glanced indifferently at the purple-robed wizard who was trying to persuade him once again.

She and her master Antonidas who stood with her, as well as her relatives, Daelin and Tanred, didn't they understand that in war...

Genn smiled silently and said, "We still say the same thing, young Proudmoore."

"Time is running out. The only thing we can do now is to protect the people around us, the people who are already panicking."

"I know your proposal and ideas are good, so I am temporarily rejoining the alliance with Solas."

After saying this conclusion patiently for who knows how many times, Gene smiled kindly and looked at the "confused" and puzzled Jaina.

No matter what, he envied Dai Lin from the bottom of his heart for having two qualified heirs.

He was able to get ahead of many others by bringing up the previous issue of the orc shelter, stating the pros and cons, and directly hitting the pain points to convince him.

At this age, she is already amazing.

"Here I am: You can refer to the previous plot of Never Crossing the West. Genn Greymane did not participate in building a united front for the Alliance."

"But if we blindly send our elite troops to attack, it will only lead to the undead scourge taking advantage of us."

"The prophecy is unreliable. Not only do we have the upper hand now, we also have a collective strength far greater than when we fought against the orcs."

At this time, Solas also advised: "Yes, little Jaina."

"If Arthas really went to Antonhal, then Uncle Trollbane must have personally..."

"That's enough. I've had enough of your shallow, retreating conclusions."

Sparks flashed in her sea-green eyes. Jaina pointed to the magic ball in the middle of the conference table and said, "I'll say it again."

"Based on our observations over the past few days, Arthas will definitely go to Antonhal to dig up Kel'Thuzad's grave."

Unlike the Daughter of the Sea who tried to remain calm in her words and actions, the magic ball on the conference table once again changed to the state it was in before the meeting began.

It was key not only to maintaining remote communications for Genn and Solas to participate in the meeting, but also for Varian and Falstad near Daelin to participate.

As for Magni and Brian, maybe we can ask Alexandros, who is very likely to... observe the Artifact of Punishment somewhere.

The magic ball quickly moved backwards and turned into a map of the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms...north of the Sador Bridge.

"A few days ago, Arthas brought his Scourge army to demonstrate his power and try to intimidate us."

"But at that time we were not as united as we are today."

……

"Just yesterday, he rode alone through the makeshift post that we had worked so hard to recapture and occupy, without sacrificing a single soldier."

"While he was ignoring the Hearthglen defenders, the Knights of the Silver Hand had already sent knights to tell us that they would personally destroy the stain on the Holy Light."

……

"However, the familiar I sent out observed a terrifying undead creature, a monster with a despised face, following Arthas's position."

"Plus, the undead army that stayed behind in the ruins of Lordaeron's capital disappeared right before our eyes... We can't delay any longer, okay?"

Behind Jaina, Tanred, a navy captain who was as young and high-spirited as her, held the hilt of the knife on his left waist with his right hand, angry but holding it back.

Near him, there was a worried old wizard with a white beard. Antonidas had a question in his mind, but Antonidas...

"If we don't destroy him now, Quel'Thalas will be breached."

"Once the Scourge is supplemented with elite Paladins and elite Mages, how much of an advantage will we have now?"

"One night has passed, and Kael'thas Sunstrider's whereabouts are still unknown. Doesn't that explain the problem?!"

When she said this, Jaina couldn't control her temper and her voice became a little louder.

"But, Lord Proudmoore, we..."

With a clang, Tanred drew out his sword and spoke for the first time: "Marshal Garithos, you are also a paladin."

"Your Highness Proudmoore, since I am also a paladin, I know how powerful the Holy Light is in restraining the undead."

"After the death of His Majesty Terenas, Lord Uther will show no mercy."

No matter how others look at him, Osmar said calmly: "The holy light will surely break through the darkness."

……

"Nonsense! Holy Light cannot break through my dark power."

"Light Messenger, can the holy light you believe in really save you now that it has come to this point?"

Patting the ice sculpture Uther's icy holy shoulder armor, Arthas chuckled and said, "Sir Uther's giving up the Holy Light is undoubtedly the right choice."

The next second, Arthas pretended to be pious and said, "Say with me in your heart, 'Supreme Holy Light, please give me enough strength to break through this cage!', haha."

“Hahahaha, ahhahahahahaha!”

"What do you think of the remnants of the Curse Cult that you easily wiped out before? I personally wiped out the 'majority' of them, leaving you with only a few remnants."

Listening to Arthas's series of taunts, the Messenger of Light, whose face seemed as black as ink, remained silent.

"Ooooh...you want to debate with me?"

"But, my dear Master, you can't say a word!"

"I did it, but how could you stop me?"

Arthas withdrew his hand, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and took five steps forward.

Over there, the loyal Falric was leading the loyal Invincible, waiting for him to return to his throne.

Walking in this realm of death...in the dark space.

He suddenly patted his right wrist and said, "I estimate the time. It seems to be about time."

"If the Holy Light really has mercy on you, then let me take a good look at the results of you spending so much time praying to the Holy Light."

"No one's time is wasted, whether it's me or not... Uther... and my King of Sarain."

Upon receiving the order, Marwyn lifted up the "King of Sarain", the living high elf blood mage prince, and walked to the black fog at the edge of the space, only an inch away.

Following His Majesty's previous instructions, he controlled the "King of Sarain"...

The rune sword came into Kael'thas's icy hand. While he was still preparing something, Marvian raised the ice sculpture of Kael'thas and swung it forward.

The ice sculpture swept across, the rune sword danced, and a vast black fog was broken by this sword move.

Just like the morning light that broke through the darkness before, it obeyed the order of the Lord of the Realm and easily broke through this dark realm.

As Arthas' hands made a tearing motion in the air, the black fog dissipated, and the scene outside the area appeared in the eyes of the group of ice sculpture living heroes.

There are no "hearty" battle cries of the living, nor "heart-wrenching" roars of the dead.

The undead armies, made up of flesh and blood...corpses, captured one soldier after another who swore to never surrender.

Everywhere you look, there are various "intact" flags of Lordaeron, but they all have one thing in common.

Like a cross, every captured coalition soldier was firmly bound to it with ropes, chains or magic chains.

Some of them are struggling, some are hating, and some are...

But without exception, they are powerless to change the current outcome.

The enemy is an endless ocean of the dead, and our army is a small boat in the endless ocean.

Even though he fought to the last bit of his strength, he was almost crushed here, and it could even be said to be a similar dimensionality reduction attack...

They remain unyielding.

This bloody outcome of the battle was vividly displayed in the eyes of legendary heroes such as Kael'thas and Uther.

Yes, they failed.

On this battlefield, whether it was the internal core battlefield of king versus king or the external battlefield of soldier versus soldier, general versus general, they all failed.

This was a painful victory. I think in a while, all of them will officially join this huge force - the new Undead Scourge Lordaeron.

Although they are all still alive, and even managed to evacuate a group of previously trapped and captured civilians, they are soldiers.

He was not a man who loved money as much as his life, but a soldier who was ready to die for the people and died on the battlefield.

However, they...

"Who should start first?"

With one sword, he split the ice that had been frozen for half a day on a lady's body, allowing her to taste the fresh suburban air.

Arthas picked up her, who was covered in ice crystals, and said, "How about we start with you?"

"Arthas: Speak, give me a reason to send you away safely in front of Tichondrius."

With an unyielding look on her face, Sylvanas said coldly: "You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you."

"Xinana: Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've almost given you all my tricks... Figure it out on your own."

"Even if we die, we will... uh..."

Mercilessly squeezing the soft neck in his right hand, Arthas said, "I admire your courage, Sylvanas Windrunner."

"Arthas: Leave me for a while, a few days, Jaina... are you so reckless?"

"Xinana: I'm asking if there is a possibility. I'm sure you have the ability to go back, so I took the initiative to lead the troops here."

"Since you have caused me so much trouble and annoyed me to this extent, let me start with you, the Ranger General."

"Arthas: I'm tired, you're still a jerk."

"Haha, then come... on... monster..."

"Xinana: You don't know how many good things I left behind that could be used to deal with the corrupted prince."

"Very good, then I will fulfill your wish."

"Artas: I understand. You were slacking off!

Then, just hide aside and watch the show. 』

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Two different faces, one visible and one invisible.

Xinana and Jinana, these two... put on a "stinky" face at the same time, and both stared at the cold-blooded Arthas who was about to kill with "death indifference".

A child covered his eyes and watched the show indifferently.

However, in times of crisis, there are always capable people who come to the rescue.

call!

A ball of fiercely burning flames ignited from around Kael'thas' body, melting all the ice sculptures in just a moment.

At this moment, he was like the god of fire, condensing a flaming long sword to block the Hunger and Frostmourne that Arthas was slowly pulling out.

A man named Marwyn, who was also beside him... and had retreated with a sword in hand at some point, came to Falric and rejoined the prince... His Majesty's guard.

"Arthas, even if we may die today, we will not let you win so easily!"

What's the saying?

Simply extinguish the flame with a sword, simply knock the hero away with a punch, and simply hold down the hammer with a palm.

The situation is so fast and so powerless.

"A loser should have the consciousness of a loser."

Pushing away the Lightbringer's hammer, Arthas shook his head at the heroes in front of him who were once again motionless.

The group of elite "Frost" Death Knights behind him is a force that cannot be underestimated.

"But the holy light will surely break through the darkness."

Rubbing her daughter's face as she lay down, Pajama-wearing Jaina looked at the sky filled with morning light and said softly.

Above the sky, which should be in the northeast direction, there seemed to be a golden light rapidly moving towards this direction.

But, hero... Frostmourne cut off the two rays of cold light.

Quietly healing Windrunner's broken palm, Arthas asked, "Is this the trick you've been holding off on revealing until now, Sylvanas?"

A Ranger General who is extremely serious at heart, and the only Ranger General who can move but fails in his actions.

As the blades in both hands shattered, Sylvanas responded calmly: "Yes."

"Shinana: Maybe, maybe."

With a suggestive look full of complexity, Arthas used a sword to block the surrounding legendary opponents from moving and said, "You... really make me look forward to it."

"Artas: Listen to my instructions from now on, and don't mess around anymore."

Oh my god, the Holy Light is coming for free?!

While thinking, Arthas couldn't help but intimidate him again, leaving behind a piece of ice of the angry Windrunner with "compassion".

Don't come out. Let's check the accounts carefully and then find a solution.

What did I accidentally do wrong?!