The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Sylvanas, where is my army?"

"Arthas...you ask me, who should I ask?"

In the outskirts of Dalaran where there are no other "living people" for the time being, two enhanced legendary hero units stare at each other.

In broad daylight, the two of them had just experienced an operation to "pollute" the Sunwell, and they came to Dalaran to blame each other.

"Well, I just wanted to ask you, why don't you open a portal?"

"How do I open it... I'm not some magical multi-functional wizard?"

The right hand is clenched into a fist, with the thumb pointing to the man opposite.

Sylvanas said: "I see you are a fool, your brain is sometimes smart and sometimes not."

"Those demons and undead minions are interfering there."

"Do you think anyone can open the door casually?"

Feeling the harm of habit, Arthas said awkwardly: "Ahem, I'm not a bad person."

"Besides, I know that those Nathrezim had bad intentions from the beginning."

Arthas changed direction and pointed to an empty area nearby and said, "Look at the army support they mentioned. There is none at all."

"Not only did I not see a single hair of the Undead Army, I also did not sense any scent of the land corrupted by the power of death."

"Come to think of it, what army? It's just the two of us!"

"That's really too much, but our Dalaran infiltration operation is about to begin..."

Seeing that Sylvanas was looking at him as if he were a fool again, Arthas immediately clenched his fists.

Why didn't she understand that he had no one beside him except her?

Apart from taking another risky approach to integrate into Dalaran, can the two of them still break in openly?

"Ugh."

Holding her forehead as usual, Sylvanas felt the changes in the magic network around her and said, "Humans...are so complicated."

"It's not that there's no help, but someone doesn't have any patience at all."

"What did you say?! I don't have the patience..."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, four portals opened around the two of them, and a familiar helper walked out of them.

So that's how it is. The troops that Tichondrius promised would arrive slowly. It just takes some time.

Slapping himself in anger in his heart, Arthas walked a few steps to the lady with her arms crossed over her chest and gently patted her delicate shoulders.

He said amiably, "My General Dark Ranger, it was I, a knight who overestimated my own abilities, who was at fault."

"But please don't worry. Let me take care of the next thing for you myself."

"Farric, Marwyn, you two really make me... come here."

With a clang, Arthas drew out the magic sword Frostmourne and forcibly controlled the two lieutenants whose loyalty was not absolute.

He ordered the two lieutenants who disobeyed the order of "His Majesty" to kneel down, and then he swung his sword and overwhelmed the undead troops that had arrived here one after another.

"Ner'zhul: I didn't notice for a while, but the Death Knight who crossed thousands of miles has become much stronger, and Sylvanas has also changed a lot."

"Ke Xiaona: It turns out that even if he... even if my father doesn't have those fake moves, he still has the strength to stand on his own and cannot be underestimated."

"Ginana: Even if I don't make a move, I can still see my man's confident attitude... but he is confident a little too often."

When all the undead troops arrive, and you carefully observe the appearance of each of them...

I have to say that Tichondrius really cares about Arthas and Sylvanas.

The support troops he sent were not monster-sized, but humanoid undead death knights.

They were the well-dressed "Prince's Guards", numbering exactly 3,000.

Seeing this group of guards, most of whose names he could call out, Arthas was a fool, but it did not affect his kingly aura.

By the way, there are three thousand undead mounts around, none of them kneel but there are quite a lot of types.

For example, the common Death Warhorse, the somewhat common Skeleton Griffin, the uncommon Death War Bull, and the somewhat uncommon Bloody Tiger, etc.

"Tell me, who do you pledge allegiance to?!"

As he asked, an almost solid murderous aura was revealed, and it was obvious that Arthas's hands were stained with countless blood.

Although the vast majority of them were contributed by the undead, a closer look reveals that there are also quite a few from other races.

"Tell me, have you taken my and your queen's orders to heart?!"

Another problem, Frostmourne was dyed black by the power of death emitted by Arthas.

It can be seen that he was very angry about the rebellious behavior of this group of guards, and his sword was darker than his face.

"Tell me, without me by your side, are you unable to resist the will of a Lord of Death?"

This one sentence revealed that the personal guards had failed to awaken their will after the targeted teaching they had given during the previous days of patrolling the territory.

From this we can see that not only was Arthas’ previous indirect guidance method problematic, but the will of his personal guards was not their own will.

After three questions, Falric, Marwyn and other death knights simply knelt, lowered their heads and said nothing.

Among them, the Death Knights who showed stronger signs of awakening, such as Thassarian, simply buried their heads lower, or clenched their fists tighter, or trembled their bodies more.

Just as Sylvanas used her own way to gain almost 100% obedience from her subordinates, Arthas did not sit idle while patrolling the territory.

On the one hand, he secretly helped small towns like Vandermar to form a rapid response mechanism, and on the other hand, he secretly helped the undead under his command to awaken their own will as much as possible.

A group of troops that obey the orders of Ner'zhul, and a group of Lordaeron undead troops that follow their own will rather than obey him, Arthas.

He can clearly distinguish what is important and what is not.

Since I discovered that I had traveled to different parallel worlds, the longest time I stayed there was no more than four months, and the shortest was less than half a day.

As for the good and bad things he left behind, although he felt that most of them were good, there was uncertainty in them.

He sincerely hopes that everything will develop for the better.

Based on this idea, he did not want them to form a "passive consciousness" of relying on others to save their lives, but tried his best to help them form an "active consciousness" of saving themselves.

However, the previous war proved his failure, and his secret guidance was not very effective, even worse than Sylvanas's amnesiac action method.

Perhaps, learning from the experience of failure in other worlds is a gain for him... a comfort for failure.

"If you don't respond and don't talk openly, how can we solve the problem?"

Isolating himself from the mental influence of Ner'zhul, Arthas released his control and asked this question to his "subordinate" who had temporarily regained his true will.

There was something wrong with his previous method, so he had to solve it now.

"Not only did you kill us yourself, you resurrected us as monsters, letting us slaughter everything we once protected with our own hands."

"You obey the Lich King's orders and control us. Our souls cannot break free from the shackles. What else can we talk about?"

Falric and Marwyn unclenched their fists, staring at Arthas eye to eye, and each spoke their own response.

"Now that you have repented..."

"You're using a force that we are completely powerless against to denounce our incompetence?!"

While drawing his sword and pointing it at Arthas, Falric stood up and said, "Kill me or chop me up, please!"

Marwyn stood up and said, "We deserve to die, but you, a beast, deserve to die too!"

It feels good to "condemn" from a high position, but it may backfire if you use the wrong approach.

He couldn't save face and refused... With a snap, Frostmourne left Arthas's hand and fell to the ground.

There was no "leakage" of cold air, it just lay flat on the green grass.

As dusk had already arrived, Arthas knelt down in front of his "subordinates".

Seeing this scene, Sylvanas and others couldn't believe it, and their expressions and actions varied.

"I am deeply sorry for your response."

Bowing...with a simple kowtow, Arthas sincerely apologized.

"Sometimes, I think highly of myself and think that my knowledge is far superior to yours."

Pointing at the center of his brow, Arthas said, "It is several levels higher than you, a level you cannot see."

"You should all listen to me, then the future will definitely be better."

“This is one of the principles that I have always believed in my subconscious mind but I am not always aware of it.”

"I see through the 'fixed answer', but I can't see through the 'real answer'."

"Until now, I have rarely...even never thought much about you."

Reaching out a finger and pressing the magic sword Frostmourne in front of him, Arthas said: "Those things."

"I cannot blame this sword, nor can I blame the Lich King Ner'zhul and others who plotted against me."

As he spoke, he looked up to the north, then he retracted his hand and continued, "I am your leader."

"I should admit my mistakes if I made them, instead of passing them on to you step by step."

"It was my stubbornness that led to our failure, but we still have a chance to make amends."

Turning his head to look at the crowd in front of him again, Arthas remained kneeling and said, "Trust me."

"Even if you don't believe me, please believe in yourself."

"Under my orders, you betrayed everything you once protected, but you are fully capable of redeeming it."

"I am dishonorable and shameful, but you can regain glory with your true will."

Across the barriers, Arthas pointed in the direction of the ruins of the royal city.

"Resist the forces that enslave you and do what you believe is right."

"Because no power can enslave anyone!"

Arthas shouted loudly, then bowed and said, "But now, I want you to help me!"

"This time, I won't force you!"

"Because you are my supervisors, not just executors who follow my orders!"

"As things develop, you have the right to decide whether to help me or kill me?!"

At this time, his high-pitched voice followed one after another, causing the birds in the outskirts of Dalaran to chirp "Wandering" everywhere.

Similarly, the Dalaran patrol "hunters" with a keen sense of smell may have noticed the situation here.

"Also, no matter how bad I am in your eyes?!"

"But... I have a plan that can bring you back the glory you deserve!"

"The filth on you now cannot be removed, but more brilliant achievements can make you shine even brighter!"

"Don't be slandered at will. You are glorious!"

With a scorching gaze, Arthas said: "Even if the end of your helping me is death, I will do my best to ensure that my comrades who die in battle die with honor!"

With his right fist raised high, Arthas straightened his back, knelt down and made a solemn declaration to the "subordinates" around him.

"Yes, I can only promise it. That's all I can promise."

"My living comrades, when this is all over, you can do whatever you want to me, and I will accept it."

Seeing and hearing this, Falric and Marwyn's hearts, which had stopped beating, seemed to beat a few more times.

"Your Highness, we...we..."

After a pause, Falric and Marwyn turned around to look at their comrades behind them.

Passing by the wind outside Dalaran, three thousand death knights put down their weapons and half-knelt in salute.

They shouted in unison: "In these final moments, we are willing to continue following you!"

"Whether we follow you this time to live or die, we will not regret it."

"Our hands are stained with shame and blood, but we are willing to trust you, Your Highness Prince Alsace."

With each response, the forest birds outside Dalaran flew away again and again to deliver news to the living around Dalaran.

At the same time, a woman in black armor walked a few steps to someone, bent down and reached out for a "serene" sword.

Similarly, the invisible shackles were crushed by the unyielding will at this moment.

Even if he and she help you secretly, without your resistance, how can you get the freedom you fight for?

The power of freedom without shackles is the natural "right" of every person, even if it...

Back to the present.

Just a few words may lead to a result that seems magical, but sometimes it is indeed like this.

"Christina: It is much better to admit your mistakes proactively than to deny them and wait for them to ferment."

"Jaina: The relationship between people is fragile, but also strong."

"Sylvanas: Sincerity for sincerity, respect for respect, everyone can feel it."

"Jaina and Sylvanas: keep fooling people, and in the end, those who are fooled will always experience "baptism" and see the reason clearly. "

"Christina: Even if it doesn't happen, if it doesn't happen halfway, the "boomerang" that accumulates and spins back and forth will eventually hit the "matter" that it hits. "

"Two big and one small: Just as, "Justice may be late, but it will not be absent."

It's a pity that the "justice delayed" has received mixed reviews. 』

"Thank you for believing in me again."

Pulled up by his two good friends, Arthas looked at his comrades in front of him with gratitude, raising his hand to wipe away the tears that had flowed down his face at some point.

Crying can be a good thing and a bad thing, but the specific situation requires specific analysis.

"Prince Arthas, what do we need to do next?"

In response to this question, Arthas took the magic sword handed over by Sylvanas and said, "My current plan is to defeat one of the hidden hands that caused the current situation."

"But there are also some processes that may make you spit on me, so I want to be honest with you."

Inserting the magic sword into the scabbard, Arthas said: "The great demon named Archimonde will come soon."

"But I need to follow my current goal and seize the Book of Medivh from Dalaran."

“I don’t know how many times this will happen, but I will probably repeat it with you again and again now and even next time.”

"But I sincerely hope that just this once is enough."

……

"Your Highness Arthas, wherever your sword points, our iron hooves will step on!"

Wow, hum, chirp, the sounds of birds once again spread across the outskirts of Dalaran.

Along with some unusually cold and icy sounds, it even spread to farther places.

Now, in Sylvanas' eyes, if her "colleagues" in Dalaran can no longer find them, she will have to doubt their ability to do things.

However, when her eyes turned cold and she sat on Wudi's back, the arrow in her hand was ready to shoot.

"Magicians of the Kirin Tor!"

"I am Arthas Menethil, one of the Death Knights of Azeroth and one of the current rulers of Lordaeron!"

"I command you to open the gates and surrender to your king."

Under the moonlight, Arthas clenched the cold magic sword in his hand, looking particularly heroic.