The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Under the scorching sun, living beings are sweating.

Dengdengdeng.

A fully armed Lordaeron soldier hurried into the camp and said, "Lord Gavinrad, Arthas is coming!"

"What... Arthas!"

Turning his head sharply, Gavinrad held the hammer in defense and said, "Do it now while there is still time!"

"Stop this madness..."

Before he finished speaking, a large green hand grabbed the paladin who was hastily grasping the hammer.

"A crazy act?"

Throwing his right hand upward, Arthas waved his left hand forward and said, "Goodbye, 'brother'."

As soon as he finished speaking, the brave and fearless Paladin rose into the air with indignation without a single howl.

This "performance" inadvertently returned to the right track, and Gavinrad led his team, full of vengeance, to the grave of a certain "old bone".

Likewise, the fallen Prince Arthas led his loyal ghost army and charged towards the remaining living.

There are no meat grinders, no scavengers, only an army of the dead that knows no fear.

"Butcher, you..."

He shook hands again and said coldly, "My patience is limited. Send them up."

In the eyes of the big and small, the ghost who was suspected to be "Ah Da" bent down and said: "I will follow your orders, Master."

The next second, he waved his hand indifferently and said, "Do it."

In the blink of an eye, pairs of huge green hands trapped all the living people in the camp out of thin air.

Soon, Arthas drove the Invincible to the familiar cemetery where he was visiting for the second time.

As Wudi took him a few steps forward, they came to a tombstone that a kind-hearted person had erected out of humanitarian assistance.

Without further ado, he started with a sword, violently splitting it in half.

Without waiting for the mourning of the dead, he grasped Frostmourne, invoked the power of death, and forcibly combined the "rotten" bones.

"You said your death was irrelevant."

Seeing his bones being forcibly "resurrected" like this, Kel'Thuzad fell into silence for a moment.

However, while he was silent for a moment, two super flying men, one big and one small, had already reached high altitude.

"Why doesn't your dad play on the swing anymore?"

"I don't know, but it may be for some deep purpose."

Curled up in her mother's arms in pajamas, Christina appropriately expressed her thoughts.

Just before that, she suddenly realized something.

The memory may be gone temporarily, but once it returns in the future, my overly "smart" and unusual behavior may...

Lowering her head, Jinana said, "I think so. I don't really understand it either."

The case was solved, and she who had lost her memory of her "true nature" might have been overly suspicious.

So, Christina sighed helplessly: "Huh."

"By the way, kid, what is the armor fusion you mentioned before..."

"I don't know, Mom, please look at this."

Christina quickly took out someone's "diary" from her treasure pocket as if to seek credit, and suddenly she had a magical idea.

Although she is a super "smart" girl, it seems that someone in her heyday also has a criminal record.

Listening to the Proudmoore family stories told by grandma and grandpa, we can infer that...

“Oh, this is my handwriting?”

With her eyes shining, Christina said truthfully: "Yes, this is your diary."

In conclusion, it seems not a bad thing for a "airborne" daughter, a girl, to be more like her mother.

Putting aside these two invisible men, here, there is a tall and majestic building floating here.

Unlike any base like a cemetery, this gloomy black prison is just a prison.

Necropolises, such as the Necropolis of Kel'Thuzad Naxxramas and the floating necropolis of Acherus Blackwind Hold.

This prison cell is pitch black and extremely sturdy.

It looks square from the outside and it’s still square from the inside.

Although it is slightly dim, the light in it is undoubtedly sufficient.

The two flames, the plague green fire and the frost blue fire of illumination, flickered one after another.

Of course, there are no large corrupt dragons in the sky nowadays, only loyal ghosts who are defending tightly and sharpening their knives.

After all, previous facts have proved that there is a great deterrent, but it does not mean that the strength is strong enough.

Therefore, Arthas's idea of ​​using the corrupt dragon in the previous "reincarnation" to destroy Quel'Thalas's protective shield - the Benodiril barrier - was torn apart by reality.

So, how will a "lucky person" be abused by a "reborn person"...

This useless person named Dal'Khan was on the verge of committing treason to his country, his race and his identity as a living being, and he happened to be caught in public by the "Reborn" Sylvanas.

"Last time, Xinana: Lor'themar, as a subordinate, did this, so it can be considered as a contribution by me as a ranger general, right?"

Hmm, how do I find a second "Dar'Khan Drathir" now?

"Ke Xiaona: When I first arrived, I saw double standards in some people's eyes.

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“Arthas: Yes, I am hypocritical.

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"Ginana: Oh my God! Why am I such a person?

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"This time, Xinana: When you return to Quel'Thalas again in the future, you will know, sister.

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"Vereesa and Rhonin of Dalaran: ...

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"Xinana: I am so stressed out. Why is Jaina so unlike the normal "crying and sad" Jaina hiding in Dalaran?

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"Do not wait and see, Kel'Thuzad."

Next to a ghost, the Death Knight opened his mouth and his hands made a clanging sound.

Frostmourne is unsheathed, and Frostmourne is hungry again.

Ever since it followed its new "master", it seems like it can't even have a sip of soup.

Pointing his sword at the Prince's Assistant, Arthas said, "Tichondrius will not come. I will be in full control here."

"By the way, don't have a private conversation with your master in front of me."

"You know, Ner'zhul can't come here. He can only live in the ice as a mascot."

"Ner'zhul: Arthas, what can I do against you? Kill you with one sword?"

"Lich King: Kel'Thuzad, obey the orders of the Death Knight."

"Lao Ti: I am tired of waiting, I want to taste the delicious soul...

One more thing, his words are your words.

By the way, remember to process it properly. 』

"Ner'zhul: Yes, my lord."

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Without knowing what the others were doing, Arthas secretly hurt himself and swung his sword forward.

"Return to your body, my future prime minister."

Without having time to think about what a Vizier was, or whether it was... Kel'Thuzad's soul returned to his white-haired body.

There was no skull hat, no Dalaran purple robe, no... there was only an old man as old as Antonidas.

I have to say, ever since Alsace discovered... ever since a certain "split" lady did...

Ever since Arthas discovered that it was impossible to create undead without bones, coupled with the divine assistance of Jaina and a certain Stormrage master who did not want to be named.

Although the three are not in the same world, with the help of several "brilliant ideas", Arthas easily accomplished what the Fallen Prince, Death Knight, originally could not do.

You're right, corpse preservation technique.

The original body and abilities are gone, but the memories in the brain cannot be faked.

There is a saying that there is no such thing as rubbish ability, only...

"Arthas: This is all my credit, because I contributed 90% of the effort.

Twenty percent depends on the researcher named Proudmoore, thirty percent depends on the invisible Master Stormrage, and fifty percent depends on luck and inspiration.

Although Sylvanas doesn't know how to cast Thunderstorm, what's wrong with me, Arthas, specializing in death! 』

"Ginana: Hey, look what I found. Someone wrote a magic tutorial on...

Oh, it's me, that's okay, I'll first see what's going on with the fireball that spontaneously condensed when I woke up. 』

"If I really knew this, I would definitely...

Seriously, could Sylvanas' body be the same as Avian's?

You who keep using your own body, shut up! 』

Before anyone knew it, Arthas was rushing in one direction with the new loyal "living people".

Above his head was the blue sky and a floating prison that was far away and invisible to normal people.

All around him, maple leaves were rapidly retreating... an autumn scene somewhere in the Wilds, outside of Andorhal.

"Far" ahead of him was a simple but relatively well-equipped "refugee" camp with a strong defense line.

Next to him was Kel'Thuzad who was following closely.

He was sitting on a floating mount made from a dead wood staff that he had picked up and put together in a hurry, and in his hand was a manuscript that was written in great strokes.

However, at this moment, he suddenly discovered a key problem.

"Sir, are we going to Otlanth next..."

Turning his head and looking down at the newly born Kel'Thuzad, Arthas said: "Follow the guidance of death."

"Wizard, it is true that you have been resurrected, but the necessary conditions are still needed."

"The Silver Hand will end today, and the cowardly and arrogant Quel'dorei will get the retribution they deserve."

Hearing these words, Kel'Thuzad immediately shut up and began to concentrate on studying the mysterious manuscript in his hand.

I can't afford to offend them, so I'll just focus on the "arms" and "ideas" that I always feel somewhat familiar with.

Changed from a Paladin... Wait, is the Arthas in my memory so pious?

"Wizard, this is my destiny, and I will only accept it 'generously'."

The scarlet sword, the sword points backwards, the horse speeds up, invincible and fearless.

A scarlet light flashed in his sea-green eyes. Arthas ignored his messy white hair and said, "The future destiny that death has given me has already told me the answer."

"Just like this, ahead is ..."

An acquaintance of Arthas waved his hammer and summoned the Holy Light, saying, "Treasonous traitor!"

"You have humiliated yourself..."

"Balard Bright Warrior, your pain will become my legend."

Before he finished speaking, Arthas swung his sword forward and a slash of blood and spiritual energy was launched in an instant.

"Uh!"

"what!"

"impossible!"

"No! Holy Light..."

"Brothers! Hold on..."

"Monster! You are in Stratholme..."

"I know that 'I' killed your father."

The sounds that came one after another, made by the scattered garrison troops who were flying back and forth in all directions in despair and unwillingness, showed that the defense line, which was like an iron wall, was so fragile.

After a few blows, the Death Knight burst out with all his strength and stunned the crowd of onlookers with one sword...

Blow away this group of garrison troops with varying qualities and those carrying the Silver Hand flag.

The elite army, the remnants of Lordaeron, currently without a leader of sufficient weight, is indeed no longer elite.

The will is there, but the ability to do it cannot be achieved... in one sentence.

Among the opponents present, are there dozens of future legendary strongmen like Sassarian?

What's the use of having only one "supermodel" like Ballard, who can't stop a single move, just like Falric and Marwyn...

"Prince's Guards: Yes, we are the elite of Lordaeron who always stay by the prince's side in this era.

We are all elites... It's really difficult for our comrades... We inadvertently raised the prince's vision.

If most of us are still alive in the future, we will surely become famous and well-known figures in Azeroth. 』

After getting familiar with it, you can drive ten paths, with a holy sword in your hand, divine armor on your body, the throne to help you, and memory to be king.

Therefore, Arthas only felt that for the first time, he could match the peak of his abilities with his own abilities.

"you you……"

"You're welcome. I'll take you there right away, and everyone else can go reunite with your loved ones."

"Executioner, I want to do it myself..."

"Shut up, incompetent warrior of light, Barad. I'm in a hurry."

Amidst a barrage of curses, Arthas sheathed his sword and swung his arm with one hand, then chuckled as he watched the creature roaring away into the sky.

Then, he changed direction, looked through a long line of obstacles, and met the gaze of a person.

Although I didn't want to do that, I still wanted to see for myself what it would be like to be a little more normal.

Sylvanas Windrunner, you'd better put away those dangerous thoughts. I don't want to get into any trouble again...

"Ah!"

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Taking a piece of paper from the loyal Vainna, Sylvanas blew her nose and said, "It's okay... nothing."

"Little Moon, it's just that my sister has caught a cold recently, and this just proves that my sister will be fine."

"When I hear you call me sister, sister, I feel..."

"Sylvanas, don't be so shameless!"

In an image surrounded by a group of rangers, a red-robed wizard advised: "Vereesa, we have something important to discuss with my sister."

"Luo Ning, you..."

"Little Moon, take a good look at how your husband talks to your sister."

With a look of frustration and pain on her face, Sylvanas said with full gestures: "Vereesa Windrunner!"

"I can now imagine how you, who are not in Quel'Thalas, have unintentionally reduced the reputation of our Windrunners!"

At this time, someone...an elf was unhappy.

The image powering mage said speechlessly: "General, we are not here..."

"Oh, Magister Rommath, don't be impatient."

Sylvanas said kindly with a hint of accusation: "My sister is not sensible, but she does need my education."

"Sylvanas..."

"Sister... oh, it's Lor'themar Theron."

Sylvanas calmly looked at her subordinates who were bowing and saluted and said, "Remember, when we do things next time, we should address you as General."

In response, Lor'themar ignored the sympathetic looks from some of his colleagues and said, "Okay, General."

Next to him, the Bright Wing Ranger who was holding a sign put it down and his mind was a little blank for a moment.

[To express our determination to defeat all external enemies... (longer speech)

When you are working, don't call me "General", call me by my name.

After reading the last sentence, Halduron seemed to have discovered the key reason why Sylvanas suddenly became a different person.

"Halduron Brightwing, don't think about that."

With an indifferent expression, Sylvanas said seriously: "Now, you have a new task."

"Take off your leather armor, put on your work clothes, pick up your pickaxe, and start mining immediately."

The next second, she turned around and looked at Vereesa in the image and said, "Little Moon, look carefully."

"At most tonight, I will lay the evidence before you."

Alas, in order to delay time, I was really worried about possible accidents.

Gold mine...Vianna said before...how did they do it?

Damn it, I didn’t realize it… Let’s take a look at the mining process first.

"Halduron Brightwing, hurry up!"

The Bright Wing Ranger, who had just quickly put on his work clothes, said helplessly, "Yes, General."

"Sir Mingyi, a bright future..."

"Sister... No, you are definitely not Sylvanas!"

"Look into my eyes, Little Moon, and say it again if you can."

She has an elder sister's demeanor and is stern in her discipline.

"Um……"

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Sylvanas took the hot coffee from Liadrin and took a sip. "Well, this temperature is just right."

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Liadrin, remember to put more sugar next time."

"Okay, General."

"Sir Luo Ning, don't think I'm doing nothing, but I'm well prepared."

……

"Saji, the Messenger of Truth, your pain will become my legend."