The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The Temple of the Sun started with a bang.

Kicking the door of the temple open, Arthas pushed it open in this way and strode inside.

Behind him was a beautiful woman with long legs, red eyes, black armor and loose white hair that flowed softly.

She carried a quiver and a longbow on her back, and in her right hand she held a scimitar, moving it up and down freely and easily.

Behind the two men, there was no red blood, but only arcane puppet parts lying on the ground unable to get up.

These bulky arcane puppets are one of the guards protecting the Temple of the Sun, but unfortunately the living guardians have already left.

Oh, and besides that, Invincible, whose reins were tied to a tree, could only watch the two of them enter the temple.

It is a means of transportation, the exclusive mount of someone in the Menethil royal family...

After walking for a while, Arthas looked at the seemingly endless corridor and asked, "Sylvanas, where is the key you mentioned?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that it's a moon crystal, not a key?"

The scarlet eyes brightened slightly, and Sylvanas rolled her eyes at the person in front of her.

In the blink of an eye, she put away the knife with a swish sound, and folded her hands and said, "Be more normal, and call it by the full name of Sanhe Yueshi."

"Don't just come up with random names every day just to make it easier for yourself to understand, okay..."

Arthas waved his hand and said, "That's enough."

"The Key of March is my abbreviation for it. It's easy to remember, isn't it?"

Sylvanas was temporarily helpless, so she had to open her bloodshot eyes and carefully observe what her subordinates had told her before...

As if she had thought of something, she said with a guilty conscience: "By the way, I was previously for..."

"Okay, tell me the result quickly, don't beat around the bush."

Once again witnessing the unreliability of his own people, Arthas was unable to refute and could only give them a straightforward reminder in kind words.

"Well, there is no Moon Crystal here, but I believe there must be one in the Moon Temple."

Sylvanas' tone suddenly became confident, and she said: "Although I sent them not to put all their eggs in one basket, I suggest that they should divide them into two."

"Oh, you should have said it earlier."

With a sigh and covering his head with one hand, Arthas drew his sword and blew out a gust of cold wind.

After a while, Sylvanas, covered in ice, leaned on Arthas' shoulder, put her arms around his waist and began to appreciate the scenery along the way.

Even though she watched it again and again, she never got tired of it.

Putting her hood back in place, she let her white hair swing freely, scattering the ice chips and long hair on her body at random, and she chuckled and moved closer to Arthas.

No matter when or where, as long as nothing serious happens, she likes to keep a happy mood.

With this mood, she was quickly carried by Invincible through countless trees and quickly arrived at her destination - the Moon Temple.

"Hey, why are there arcane puppets here?"

Pulling the invincibility, Arthas looked at the arcane puppets wandering around the Moon Temple and couldn't help but ask questions to the ranger behind him.

Quel'Thalas, the Quel'dorei, the country and the people are richer than the country he has not yet betrayed, but they can't be so extravagant, right?

There are no living people, no spirits or living beings.

Maybe they retreated, but if they didn't move these bodyguards away, could it be that...

Sylvanas poked her head out from behind the Death Knight and put her hands on his shoulders and said, "You know that, too."

Pointing at the dedicated arcane puppets, she said, "Carrying these heavy things takes a lot of effort."

"In times of crisis, material possessions are still…"

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

Putting aside the ranger who was combing his battle hairstyle, Arthas turned over and dismounted... raised his leg and stepped on the stirrup.

He turned over and used the force to move upward, causing the armor on his body to make a whirring sound as the wind broke through the air, and there was also a clinking sound as the armor parts collided with each other.

As he flipped upward and attacked in a parabolic form, he slowly pulled out Frostmourne, and a biting cold wind whistled around him.

There was a flash of swords and a biting cold air that swept across the outside of the temple, leaving behind a scene that looked familiar to the Temple of the Sun. Then Arthas split open the door of the Temple of the Moon with a sword.

This time, as if because he did not kick the door, Sylvanas hummed all the way and led him to find the altar quickly.

Pointing his sword at this place, Arthas felt that his people were reliable again for once.

He said, "Very good, I have completed the work of breaking into the door, and the work of solving the password is left to you."

"Okay, just look at it, it's simple!"

After her exploration, her face couldn't help but turn a little paler.

"Well, I think Lor'themar and Halduron... no, it should be Liadrin."

Sylvanas' tone changed from false to confident. She said, "Adhering to the principle that the most dangerous place is the safest place."

"I believe Liadrin must have placed the three moon crystals... the Keys of the Three Moons in the Windrunner Tower."

Feeling a little weak again, Sylvanas forced a smile and said, "Because, after the invasion of the Scourge, the Arendal Bridge was the second line of defense I planned."

"Also because the first line of defense has been destroyed by you."

"It's the elven gate at the junction, and my temporary gold mine base."

Under the tremendous pressure from Arthas, Sylvanas continued, "Due to various unexpected events, my first line of defense has not yet been fully deployed."

"Well... let's go to the Wind Walker Tower."

Feeling a little embarrassed, Sylvanas lowered her head and whispered the new destination.

"Okay, I'll believe it one last time."

Nodding, Arthas waved his big hand and pressed the shoulders of the woman in front of him. In an instant, a cold wind swept around the two of them.

Wudi, who stayed outside, saw his master coming with a woman who was suspected to be his mistress. Facing the cold wind, he raised his hooves and neighed.

"Invincible, let us..."

When I turned around, I saw a pair of scarlet eyes behind me that seemed to be dripping blood.

"Forget it, slow down...move forward at full speed."

"Arthas...you...I was wrong..."

After a long journey, we returned to "Desom"...near the temporary gold mine base.

There were no enemies blocking the way, so Arthas simply assisted Sylvanas in re-stabilizing the prisoner trap, once again ensuring that all the living people inside could not get out in a short period of time.

"I know you're worried about this, but what are you afraid of... I remember where are the three moon crystals I want?"

"Master, I...I..."

"Okay, I see. It turns out you have given so many good suggestions."

"I can accept that you may forget things occasionally while doing research, but don't delay it behind my back..."

For a moment, Arthas seemed to have thought of something related.

He lifted up the Dark Ranger with one hand and said, "Okay, remember to remind me next time you verify your conjecture."

"Well... I said I wasn't making any guesses, it was totally..."

Under pressure again, Sylvanas bit her lip and nodded: "Well, I want to verify one thing."

"By the way, I want to make sure that the trap here meets the expected requirements, or even go a step further."

Putting his good subordinate down, Arthas turned his back to Sylvanas, who was squatting and talking to herself and drawing circles, and couldn't help but make a gesture as if to point something.

Nothing to say, just tired.

"Next, I will not talk about anything else. Let's start preparing to officially meet the challenge, my servant."

"My Lord, I understand... You'd better not give me the chance."

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Finally, Arthas glared at the "confused" Sylvanas and made a fair decision.

"You insist on making it difficult, right? Then I'll show you how to do it!"

"Ner'zhul: Lord Tichondrius, from the moment they left our sight to the moment they returned to our sight.

I discovered that the two of them wanted to do something dangerous. 』

"A certain king on vacation: What, what do the Death Knight and the Dark Ranger want to do? "

"The rest of the Dread Lords: All are on vacation.jpg"

"Ner'zhul: My lord, they want to go to Quel'Thalas alone?"

"Lao Ti: You just want to tell me this?!"

"Ner'zhul: My Lord, please watch the live footage."

"Lao Ti: What's the big deal?"

"Ner'zhul: One man, one woman, and one horse, it's really nothing to fight against a well-prepared country."

"Lao Ti: In a word, you overestimate the superficial battle situation."

"Follow me, Sylvanas!"

……

"Oh no, that monster is coming again!"

Boom, boom, boom, boom, the warning sound is like a long bell.

A towering "city" built by countless mages under the guidance of a heroic general who had become a martyr.

It took less than half a day, and this solid wall engraved with various magical prohibitions firmly protected the Arendal Bridge.

Behind this wall, an invisible barrier covers the Eversong Forest of Arendal Bridge, which has not yet been baptized by war.

Because of the unexpected strong entry of the enemy, the Quel'dorei, under the order of the Sun King, withdrew their front line.

The heroic general put a lot of hard work into this order.

She can even be said to be the "chief designer".

Relying on the "skills" accumulated over the years, she personally escorted a group of villagers to the now congested Silver Moon City without any further ado.

The Sun King made this decision based on the heroic general's hard work during his lifetime and the first-hand battle report sent by his own son a few days ago.

The barrier of trust seems useless, and the enemy in intelligence seems to be advancing rapidly, so make full use of this hard-earned effort.

Outside this city wall, there is an existence that makes the eyes of all the Quel'dorei blaze with anger, and there is also an existence that they admire because they have heard about it.

"Is this what you call a challenging task?"

Facing the dense rain of arrows, Sylvanas's hand holding the bow seemed to tremble a little.

"You have placed all three keys into this wall. What else?"

The Death Knight, who was wielding an ice spear to hold up the "isolation zone" and preparing to climb the wall with a dark ranger, responded speechlessly.

On this battlefield where only two people could not tell the exact number of enemy troops, although the sound of fighting was noisy, the two could still hear each other's words clearly.

"Do you really think this is the game with a health bar you mentioned?"

"I just want to ask if the city gate is broken or not."

Picking up a clone of a heroic elven warrior and throwing it aside, smashing it into magic dust, Arthas responded helplessly again.

As he responded again, a man and a woman, both unaffected, pointed at the invisible "earphones" on their ears.

Because of the relationship of one step and every step, Sylvanas created an adapted version of the wartime "telephone".

If it weren't for the fact that the noise around them was too loud and noisy during a fight, she wouldn't have bothered to do such a thing.

"Well, it's a little broken, but not much."

Staring at the city gate in front of her that was pierced by a magic sword, Sylvanas was speechless.

At the same time, on top of the city wall, there was a group of Quel'dorei defenders.

They stared in amazement at the Death Knight who began to climb the wall. Not only did he ignore the magic sword that was restrained by the mages, he also did not summon any extra undead.

This move rendered their previous preparations ineffective, but they launched a fierce attack on their enemies who had despised them.

If you look down on us, then taste the wrath of the Quel'dorei, invader!

"Death has come, brave Quel'dorei, and you cannot resist it!"

Holding up the mobile "isolation zone", Arthas, together with his subordinates, climbed up at a steady pace, one hand and one foot at a time.

Without the Scourge, I, Arthas, and Sylvanas can fight lightly.

On the surface, if there is no large army, then just do RPG.

"Rommath, get them out!"

"Understood, Grand Magister Belo'vir."

Then, a beam of arcane light appeared from the hands of a group of Quel'dorei magicians...mages.

Under their guidance, the purple light gathered towards the Death Knight who was halfway up.

"Haha, this trick again."

Glancing at the malicious arcane power around him, Arthas sneered and waved the ice spear in his hand.

"Ugh."

Before the helpless woman finished her words, Sylvanas, head down, hugged Arthas with both hands, as if he was used to it.

As she exhaled, a gust of dark wind swept the two of them up and straightened their upside-down posture.

Yes, the two are now high in the sky, and this is precisely the result of the Quel'dorei mages using teleportation spells.

As the accelerated descent came to an end, Arthas stepped onto the sunny grass, looking with a cold face at the flashing cold light at the entrance of the city wall.

At this time, Sylvanas reached out and clapped her hands, saying, "I told you, we have to outsmart others when we have fewer people."

"You need more people to attack. Look how long your sword has been stuck there."

"Haha, woman, you underestimate me."

Melting the ice spear in his hand, Arthas pointed at the magic sword still stuck in the gate and said, "This is a clever move."

"Because you made it so difficult, I can only do this two-player version of the fair and square victory."

"You know, you can play tricks, but the open strategy is a strategy that the opponent needs to deal with head-on!"

Turning around, Arthas helped Sylvanas stand at attention and said, "Now."

"Now is not the time for you to be lazy. Just continue to attack with me and continue to influence their judgment."

"My strategy is not yours...what's wrong with you?"

Sylvanas put on a "slave" posture, using the tone and gesture unique to the undead...

Her eyes flashed red, and she responded ruthlessly and coldly: "I will obey your wishes, Master."

"For Ner'zhul, I will make those living people immersed in pain forever."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly became quiet, as if she was a machine, ready to follow her master's actions at any time.

"Until now, the elf still hasn't taken my warning seriously enough."

Arthas condensed an ice crystal trident and said, "If we make good use of this, we can deal with this kind of opponent..."

“Not to mention the best, but it is also an excellent strategy.”

"Okay, Master, but how do we fight next?"

"Just go ahead, what are you afraid of when I'm protecting you?!"

"Ginana: Has your father always been like this?"

"Ke Xiaona: How about you continue to study the notes in your hand?"

"Shinana: If I wasn't afraid... I wouldn't be able to do anything about this situation."

"Well... you go first!"

With a loud shout, a strong wind blew around the longbow, and Sylvanas shot an ultra-long-range "Withering" arrow towards the city wall.

"Yes, you are right. I will go right away."

A shake of the head and a wave of the gun brought the wind and the snow.

The Death Knight charged head-on, just as the determined Fallen Prince charged.

"Take your life... Damn elf, take my bullet!"

"One big, one small, and another big: ..."

There was a loud bang, and it was a powerful force that was violently hitting the city wall.

Boom, boom, boom, bang, bang, the warning sound of magic indicating the enemy's attack rang out again.

"Oh no, that monster is coming again!"

"That's great, the last attack didn't work, so let's try another one!"