The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"May the Holy Light forgive you!"

"Your betrayal hurts me deeply..."

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

Along with the invincible rush came not only this sentence, but also a magic sword filled with scarlet light.

After one move, a bloody hand descended.

In less than a moment, the small group of truth messengers and the second line of defense troops all arrived at a prison.

Large prison... There are many cells in the prison, but the location they chose is really good, and there are living people in the cells next to them.

At the same time, the scattered blood on the ground revealed that being a prince of a country was very stressful...

Although it's a bit crowded here, the dedicated ghosts around are constantly widening and reinforcing this aerial prison with a ghost light that seems to never go out.

"Saji, even you can't defeat him?"

In a multi-person prison cell, the unshaven middle-aged warrior Ballard held the railing with both hands and looked at the new godless brother and asked.

Seeing that his knights were not dead, Sage, whose white hair showed his old age, came back to his senses and said, "Ballad, Gavinrad!"

He took a few steps and grabbed the railing, then said, "By the Holy Light, you are all still alive!"

At this time, a dwarf in a nearby cell said, "Yes, you are all alive."

Pointing outside, he emphasized: "But don't be too happy too soon. We will all soon receive the fate given by that monster."

Looking in the direction he pointed, they saw a pool of blood aura...fresh blood, right before their eyes.

Among them, a ghost wearing a black robe of the Curse Sect was holding an extremely sharp long knife.

There were many ghosts like him, and they all demonstrated in front of the victims, cutting up some lucky wild animals that were shot by a knight...

It might be one of their fallen prisoners, but the unrecognizable corpse is being deconstructed and reassembled by the ghost monks.

Seeing this bloody "operation", most of the unsuspecting prisoners, except for a few, looked terrified.

At the same time, a bunch of hateful stitched monsters with fat bellies and "surgery" marks all over their bodies began their patrol mission.

"No, I'd rather die than become a monster!"

In less than a moment, such words of firm belief came from the mouth of a human companion among the victims.

However, before the anger in him began to burn and ignite the flames of anger, the anger in him suddenly disappeared on its own.

Not far away, a ghost said sinisterly: "Idiot, your power is useless in this prison."

"what?!"

"This is impossible, even if it's from Dalaran..."

"This is the place where death is watching. The power of anger in you is useless here."

"Impossible, Holy Light!"

"No, how could the Holy Light possibly..."

"Holy light is useless in this pure land of death, and it will not give you any blessing power."

"Cultist, let me show you what holy light is!"

"What a joke! If the Holy Light was useful, you would have won long ago!"

Unlike the living and the dead who began to mock and curse each other, Gavinrad leaned against the wall and carefully observed the prison.

When talking about this prison, we have to talk about a Proudmoore who, after being specially "instructed" by a certain Menethil, accidentally...

"Lao Ti: I am just a supplier, responsible only for the supply of materials and some of my own supervisory tasks, I don't care about the follow-up matters."

"Lao Nai: I am also a supplier, but it's a pity that the power I worked so hard to deliver over long distances is gone!"

"Laok: If nothing unexpected happens, Arthas should be my soul friend, but why do I always feel that the main body of this thing was designed by me?"

"One big and one small: For the record, I (she) did not do such a thing, because the prototype project was done by Alsace, and we saw it with our own eyes.

The contents of these notes prove one thing: this is not my (her) achievement. 』

"Arthas: I told you there are no useless blueprints. This prison will always come in handy at the right time.

Mastering the power of the earth... Even if I don't have that kind of power now, what does it matter if I command the construction? ! 』

"Ghosts and other undead: You are noble and you are great."

"Alas, the power of Holy Light cannot..."

"No, Sage, Holy Light is omnipotent, and evil will eventually retreat!"

In the midst of the "heated" verbal abuse, veins bulged, Ballard grabbed the cell bars with both hands and pulled hard.

Seeing this, Sajji who was nearby reluctantly dispersed the scattered holy light in his hand.

The Holy Light is indeed everywhere, but in this prison, the Holy Light is dim.

"No reason?"

Gavinrad in the corner suddenly asked a question in despair.

At this time, Sage said, "Gavinrad, what did you find?"

"Why, why Holy Light..."

At this moment, a ghost interrupted and "explained": "Paladin, your holy light is just one of the forces that imprison you."

The warrior of light, Ballard, retorted with a throbbing head, "Impossible! Holy Light is the nemesis of all evil!"

"Then, you just... you just continue to pray to your holy light."

Somewhere in the prison, Kel'Thuzad, the "Prime Minister" who had left Arthas at some point, was looking at the manuscript in his hand and lost in thought.

This prison seems to be able to float in the air and restrain the prisoners, but what it depicts is...

"Ginana: Ahem, "I" am a magic genius, a super capable mage scholar. "

"Contributor to the creation of the prison blueprint: Yes, it is you who has gathered the wisdom of countless people from multiple worlds and created this crystal."

In Kel'Thuzad's cloudy eyes, this prison was superficially a prison that bound the prisoners' power, but its internal core was a large mana bomb.

"Arthas: One day, I took a mana bomb and gave my dear a luxurious gift that she had been thinking about until now."

"Ke Xiaona: I still clearly remember the voice that lingered in my ears."

"Supplier: During the construction, we only contributed a little and solved some problems appropriately."

"Your father ruled this land for fifty years, and you destroyed it in a few days."

"Very shocking... Uther, just surrender, I will kill you quickly."

At a different time, but in a familiar duel venue, he met familiar people and things. Arthas felt a little emotional, but not much.

"Come on, Arthas..."

"With your current strength, you can't stop me, Lightbringer."

While talking and laughing, he swung out a sword, the icy sword slashed through the air, and his almost solid aura told of his urgent thoughts this time.

Riding his horse past the ice sculpture of a familiar figure ready to attack, Arthas said, "Uther, this is the time."

"I once had expectations, but you are no longer powerful enough to go against my wishes."

"The Holy Light is indeed very powerful, but for you, there is no stronger power without a call."

Smiling at the soldiers who would rather die than surrender, Arthas said, "I'm very sorry. I made you unhappy."

"But I will keep my word and give you a quick death."

Under the fierce power, the Death Knight, who now has control of the power of his body, slashed out with his sword at random without waiting for the response of the remaining soldiers of Lordaeron.

The cold wind was biting, and with one sword strike, the world changed dramatically, and heavy snow fell like goose feathers... The hand of death fell.

A lifelike ice sculpture of a soldier was gradually lifted up by the gathering power of the ghosts that descended from the sky.

"What is hidden here?"

Looking at his powerful left hand, Arthas spoke in confusion.

This power is really... too strong, so strong that he normally wouldn't even dare to think about it.

Not far away, a straight figure with white hair walked out of a portal filled with the breath of death.

"Frostmourne, your feast is not here."

After casually pressing down the throbbing hungry heart of Frostmourne, he tightly grasped the reins of Invincibility with his right hand and looked towards the next destination in the distance.

"Xu."

Holding Invincible, Arthas turned his horse's head and looked at the newcomer and said, "Kel'Thuzad, please open a portal to the border between Quel'Thalas and Wilder."

"Then, Your Highness, why don't you say..."

"If we can go directly to the Sunwell... you and the orc Ner'zhul have that ability, why do you want me to become like this?"

This straightforward sentence silenced both Kel'Thuzad and Ner'zhul, who was watching the situation from a distance.

Now, what could either of them say?

You were a hot-blooded and stubborn young man who was not even a legend. After going through all kinds of hardships, we finally corrupted you.

You have become what you are now, a degenerate person in the eyes of ordinary people. But after you destroyed the capital, you suddenly became...

Without the power of the Lich King (me), you would have such terrifying power now...

Death's guidance, it seems possible...

Heard of the powerful Medivh, who had seen the future with his own eyes in Karazhan...

"It's only been a few years since I resurrected you... but can you please be faster?"

"Listen to me, I'm still busy going to Quel'Thalas to pollute the Sunwell, and I still have a lot of things to do."

After hearing these two sentences, Kel'Thuzad did some superficial work, raised his hand and shot out a beam of black mist, opening a dark door in front of the invincible.

At the same time, an arcane door filled with a mysterious aura appeared nearby, and only two figures, one large and one small, could be seen near the door.

"drive!"

With a wave of the reins, Arthas rode away on Invincible, leaving behind only a cloud of dust and two words.

"Kel'Thuzad, gather all the forces along the route as quickly as possible and join me in Quel'Thalas."

"I will personally destroy the survival ward that the Quel'dorei trust before you arrive."

Facing the wind, Kel'Thuzad bent down slightly and said, "Death above, I wish you a safe journey."

After he finished speaking, Kel'Thuzad raised his head, looked at the sun high in the sky and shook his head.

After knowing the many deeds of a certain Shadowmoon Orc who had an aura of kingship, he also had a lot of things to do.

But he felt... because he was controlled by the manuscript written casually in the midst of the rush with the handwriting full of "dragon and phoenix dancing".

"Artas: I remember one day, a mountain of memorials was placed in front of me, and I began to train myself to write quickly.

It doesn't matter if the characters are not good, as long as you can tell what it is...

Because magic and efficiency will help me make up for everything, which I have just experienced myself recently. 』

A breeze blew by, and Kel'Thuzad came to his secret room. He stared at the "blackboard" in front of him that was covered with words. He...

He didn't take any "chalk", but waved his hand and used magic to erase all the writing on it.

"It seems that I am here to do hard labor."

The two people, one big and one small, looked at each other and were stunned for a moment at the same time.

They both thought Kel'Thuzad was up to something...

"It's a headache. I wanted to design a portal spell that can be opened at will with just coordinates. It's really difficult."

Nodding, the lady in pajamas carried her daughter into a tracking portal that had been open for a long time.

They don't go in, the scene doesn't change, and they can follow in real time, which is really convenient.

"Ah, magnificent and eternal Quill... beautiful Eversong Forest, you have rejected me."

As soon as he went out, following the map he had drawn casually, Arthas easily arrived at one of the barriers between Quel'Thalas and the Wilderd of Lordaeron.

However, the fully covered Benodiril barrier... This is completely different from what I remember...

Suddenly, he recalled a look from his dear and thought of something.

『Xinana: That’s right, thanks to my unremitting efforts.

Through the influence of Wind Walker, I successfully put the barrier into a wartime state. 』

Looking at the closed door in front of him and the invisible magic barrier covering the door, Arthas grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, wanting to draw the sword but feeling a little hesitant.

He clearly didn't kill his way here, but instead opened the door and rushed over quickly. However, he still couldn't accept the result before him.

His eyes turned cold and he sneered: "Haha, I didn't expect Quel'Thalas to take precautions so quickly."

The moment he said this, he fell in love with someone in his heart and mind at the same time.

My God... I hope I didn't take the wrong path...

Holy Light...especially you...I thank you...

Dear, how did you come to the "wise" conclusion that if you become Sylvanas, I must be Lor'themar?

Don't you know that every time I become Lor'themar, someone must have been or will soon be Avian?

Even if it was Brother Dan, because you followed me all the way, I could only see the warden...

"Oh no! Arthas Menethil is invading!"

"What the General said is correct, but how did he come so fast?!"

"Xinana: There is one more thing. I sent some scouts to investigate the gate in advance.

Once they find out... you know, my orders might be too late. 』

"What are you afraid of? Listen to the general and shoot him right away!"

"Brothers and sisters, we will stay behind to resist. The messenger you arranged earlier should go back and report the news immediately!"

"Wait a minute, don't panic, don't run, just let the wizard open a portal to send you over!"

The sharp-eyed Death Knight not only saw the shouts of "enemy", but also saw some "fully prepared" ranger scouts raising their hands to draw their bows, and raised their swords in an instant.

Under the rain of arrows, the green plague aura spread over the magic sword, and Frostmourne was trembling, as if it had smelled a delicious soul.

"It's the magic sword in the manual. The general is indeed very good at predicting things!"

"Mages...Priests, immediately set up a holy light barrier to purify the plague gas that may have entered through the barrier."

"Xinana: Ahem, I asked them to speak louder, remember not to take it too seriously.

As for why… some “lucky ones” like “new recruits” who have never seen blood, I think urgently need to be encouraged in this way. 』

Amidst the hail of arrows, Arthas slashed his sword at the closed door and shouted angrily: "Shut up, maggot!"

"Look, that ugly guy is swearing!"

"That's right, we can't let him go!"

"Brothers and sisters, according to the temporary emergency plan, the retreat route has been prepared." (Voice is very low)

"Who cares? Let him taste the sharp arrows of our Quel'dorei!" (Very loud)

Outside the tightly closed door... outside the barrier, Arthas saw the barrier in front of him, and his sword could not help but reveal itself before it hit the door...

"Very good, then I will show you my current strength."

As soon as he spoke, a biting cold wind was born out of nowhere, and a frost shield protected its owner.

With a loud bang, the extremely cold magic sword broke through the barrier and slashed at the elven door that Arthas had been thinking about.

However, the Elf Gate lit up with bright arcane light in just a moment.

"Artas: Dear... don't let me catch you if you can!"

Meanwhile, outside Andorhal, some wildlings gathered in a secret place.

"Today, we Sasquatch have not lost a single fellow."

(Translation from Savage Language)

"Praise nature, we Sasquatch will rise!"

Nearby, a friendly panda tourist passing by captured this beautiful moment.

"Oh no, a foreign beast has discovered us!"