The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"I've said it before, Prince Kael'thas. You can't rely on your trustworthy invincible barrier with an unknown name."

In Dalaran, the magical capital of humans in Azeroth, at dusk, during a meeting, voices of rebuttal were heard.

"You...you clearly know..."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk about the past! You elves have always been so arrogant."

One of the participants, a middle-aged knight in black and gold armor with a look of disdain, said: "Not to mention the surroundings, the Undead Plague Army can attack us at any time."

"This group of monsters has invaded Silverpine Forest and Hillsbrad Foothills, which are only a few steps away from us."

"Today, it is less than a week before the traitor attacks Quel'Thalas."

"Prince Kael'thas, are you so eager for us to send out a large army..."

"Osmar Garithos, I know what you mean, but I have sufficient evidence."

Kael'thas clenched and unclenched his fists in his robes, raised his free hand to display the magic image and said, "I'm sure everyone knows about His Highness Tanred's proposal."

"Our alliance is not afraid of the power of the undead. We just lack some information..."

After a pause, Kael'thas spoke calmly and said, "Look at Andorhal right now. This is what my astrologer assistant has discovered."

In the transparent red image in his hand, there were scattered footprints and horse hoof prints.

There are also slightly sunken human-shaped marks that seem to be struggling and resisting, and even more signs of human resistance.

"In addition to these, there are many traces of the melting ice at the scene."

"Although we don't know the whereabouts of Lord Uther and the rest of the Knights of the Silver Hand, we know that Arthas..."

"He just did it simply, and he thought he had hidden it well."

"However, with the reverse magic of our wizard, we have restored the scene as much as possible."

As the flame image seemed to burn, the image inside it turned into an indifferent death knight, swinging his sword forward.

In just a moment, Uther and other members of the Knights of the Silver Hand were injured or frozen to the point of being unable to move.

"Plus, the evidence from Lord Ronin and Vereesa."

"Sister, I will teach you what a Ranger General should do."

The well-equipped heroic ranger general said this to the image of his sister in the image.

"Oh, you really don't know your own limitations."

"Arthas, you will regret entering our elven land!"

The Ranger General, who had previously urged himself to be cautious, died heroically as shown in the restored image of Uther.

With regret and suppressed eagerness, Kael'thas said: "Since Arthas obtained that terrible sword from Northrend and defeated the so-called source of evil."

"We have tragically lost countless heroes to his increasingly terrifying death power."

"From the hero Muradin Bronzebeard... to the now-hero Sylvanas Windrunner, we must not let their sacrifices go to waste."

From the various types of information collected during the investigation, Kael'thas quickly and clearly spoke out names that were familiar to the surrounding participants.

Whenever they see these "cautionary cases", the "main force" who have delayed the meeting to the present time feel sad and shocked, but it also makes them firm in their ideas.

Today's Arthas Menethil is not an evil... existence that they can easily defeat.

"Everyone, as Her Highness Jaina said before, we cannot wait for him to lead his army to attack."

"We have already lost so much! Isn't the bloody lesson before our eyes enough?"

Increasing the burning speed of the image in his hand, Kael'thas said with deep emotion: "If Quel'Thalas were to fall, countless Quel'dorei would be resurrected as undead by Arthas."

"Even to allow him to obtain our Quel'dorei's holy place - the Sunwell."

"Then, our current magical advantage will be gone!"

In the image of fiercely burning flames, the worst-case scenario was that corpses were everywhere, and countless undead came out in droves, directly destroying all the advantages that the "Broken" Alliance believed itself to have.

With so much evidence before their eyes, which even frightened many people present, the "main force of delay" finally began to waver.

At this time, Antonidas and Daelin looked at each other and said, "Because the true power of the Sunwell is enough to easily destroy Dalaran."

"Jin, Solas, Daelin and I know what you want."

Looking at the two familiar faces sitting opposite him in their true form, Daelin said, "I cannot make decisions about the power of Lordaeron."

"However, after defeating the Undead, Kul Tiras will waive the obligation... and provide Kul Tiras' ocean-going technology to the Alliance members free of charge."

"And, if you need suitable sailors, we in Kul Tiras can help you each train two batches... five batches of naval officers and sailors."

Understanding the pain of his friend who couldn't help but stand up and hold out five fingers, Antonidas stood up and said, "Of course, Dalaran is also well aware of the difficulties of Gilneas and Stromgarde."

"After the victory of the war, I will join forces with several Kirin Tor councillors to personally teach the mages of the two countries, and strive to train you mages who are suitable for your country's national conditions."

"Moreover, the collection of books in Dalaran can open up a portion of magical knowledge to the mages of your two countries, magical knowledge directly related to the core of Dalaran."

Unlike what Daelin said, Antonidas repeatedly emphasized the two "main forces" in the bargaining.

He saw all the efforts of his apprentice, but after taking the "deposit" given by Jaina, he came here in person to directly increase the "after-payment amount"...

He, Antonidas, could understand why Gilneas and Stromgarde withdrew from the Alliance hosted by Lordaeron, but he was furious in this situation.

Only when there is clear evidence before your eyes will you know...

Simply put, one cannot distinguish right from wrong.

It's simply...no shame at all!

"To ensure the Alliance defeats the evil undead, Stormwind Kingdom and Khaz Modan are willing to provide the Alliance with all kinds of supplies and support."

"When our assembled reinforcements arrive on the battlefield, we will fight the powerful enemy together with you."

Seeing that the two "main forces" were still hesitant, Varian and Magni were also persuaded by Jaina to attend the meeting in person.

They also stood up, and then Daelin and Antonidas' actions laid their chips out in the open.

To destroy the evil undead led by the fallen prince Arthas,

Varian Wrynn wished he could avenge old Terenas with his own hands!

He, Magni Bronzebeard, wished he could smash Arthas's evil head to pieces!

"For the sake of justice for the living, Gilneas (Stormgarde) is willing to rejoin the Alliance to fight against undead monsters and their evil masters."

Through a series of bargaining, Genn Greymane and Thoras Trollbane finally reduced the cost of the war to the lowest level.

They both understood, but the backstabbing of their old friend...

Yes, Terenas used the Alliance to support the orc internment camps and divided Alterac with other countries.

For them, it was a complete stab in the back.

Due to the dwindling money in its pocket, Gilneas withdrew from the Alliance and was forced to close its doors to the outside world.

To top it off, there were all kinds of man-eating monsters in Stromgarde, which made their situation even worse.

At least, from their point of view, the premise for withdrawing from the Lordaeron-led Alliance is that the interests of the country, the people and themselves have been harmed by the former alliance.

I had to do this due to various pressures.

Sitting in the main seat, which was not the main seat, Jaina, who was about to drop a bombshell, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If Jean and Uncle Solas were going to delay any longer, then she would have to try something she didn't want to do in the first place.

She waved her hand to wipe away the cold sweat, and with the help of her brother Tanred, she thanked her "intuition" from the bottom of her heart.

Without "intuition" and the irregular flashbacks that she didn't understand, she would have no way of reuniting the "covenant" that could unite.

As for the Wildhammer dwarves... Falstad Wildhammer of Aerie Mountain, faced with beer and beard, took the initiative to join the big family of the Alliance.

What can they do?

Either transport supplies or send Wildhammer Griffin Riders.

Because, Falstad Wildhammer, who was the first to lead his troops to Dalaran, was prepared to personally teach the undead such as the frost dragon how to be "human".

"Okay, come to think of it... Never mind. We need a new leader of the alliance, don't we?"

At this moment, Osmar quickly spoke to Solas, who had proposed the election of a leader: "Lord Trollbane, and all the lords."

"I have a candidate. Not long ago, Her Highness Jia Liya was..."

At this time, Genn slammed the table and retorted: "Solas and I voted for Daelin Proudmoore. Who is in favor and who is against?"

Soon, except for Osmar who forced a smile and applauded, everyone else took the initiative to applaud the new alliance leader.

Not to mention anything else, there is just one daughter who has put in a huge effort.

Even the key figure who facilitated this critical turning point that may determine human history - Jaina Proudmoore.

This name and the relationship between father and daughter say it all, and in a sense it is what everyone expects.

If it weren't for the lack of "generation" in terms of age, qualifications, etc., the leader of the new alliance today would most likely be a young man.

The next moment, Kael'thas said happily: "Lord Daelin, I wonder..."

With a bang, the door of the conference room was forced open.

A man and a woman strode in and said, "It's bad, everyone!"

"Arthas has arrived, bringing his troops with him..."

Thump thump thump, another burst of hurried footsteps sounded.

A middle-aged wizard in purple robes came running over and said, "Arthas is about to attack the city. Antonidas, I have activated the barrier!"

"Drenden, Modera, Ansrem, what is going on?!"

With shocked confusion, Antonidas asked quickly.

"According to the scout mage, Arthas began to attack the villages around Dalaran not long ago."

"No, Drenden, Arthas clearly brought a large army to flatten the villages around us?!"

"That's enough. We're almost at Dalaran, and you two still have the time to compete with me?!"

"Everyone, my sister has a great idea!"

With a loud reminder, Tanred pushed Jaina to the front of the stage.

Helplessly and "habitually" rolling her eyes at her biological brother, Jaina couldn't help but "subconsciously" straighten her back.

"Jaina..."

"Your Highness Kael'thas, Quel'Thalas cannot fall so quickly."

The Princess of Kul Tiras politely awakened the Prince of Quel'Thalas.

"Also, with our current preparations, we still have a chance to fight."

"Let me chop off that bloody traitor with my own hands!"

Osmar Garithos declared with disdain to the Fallen Prince.

"Please calm down, Marshal Garithos."

"Please listen to me, I have a feasible plan in mind."

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"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."

The moon is high in the sky, at the gate of Dalaran.

After a teleportation spell, Antonidas and the four Kirin Tor senators behind him were exactly 150 meters away from Arthas.

"Hello, Prince Arthas."

"How is your father these days?"

The tone of voice, like that of ordinary "relatives" greeting each other, sounded so ironic to Arthas.

He, Arthas Menethil, is a filial man...

By the way, I have so many old fathers, and all the ones I have met are so good!

Not to mention, my real old father seems to be about to receive the good news of having a granddaughter.

From this perspective, the "father" that Antonidas "Master" mentioned is very good. In two or three months, he will be able to live out his life in peace.

However, although Arthas thought so, he still responded with a respectful and indifferent voice.

"Lord Antonidas, please put aside your sarcastic remarks."

"us……"

Swinging the sword, Arthas said quickly: "Sylvanas, teach him a lesson!"

What martial ethics? I, Arthas Menethil, will not observe martial ethics today!

Not only do I have a group of loyal and courageous people behind me, but I also know how inefficient your meetings... and administration are.

For the sake of the Alliance of Lordaeron, today I will...

"Yes, my lord."

"You dare to play space magic tricks in front of my queen, Lord Antonidas, you really have Alzheimer's disease."

After saying these words that he sometimes wanted to say, Arthas felt good about himself.

"Xinana: I give you face, how dare you say such big words in front of me!

The flag you always told me about is really well-placed! 』

In the blink of an eye, Sylvanas, who was just about to teach her "master" a lesson he would never forget, was tied up by arcane chains with a dark ranger-like indifference on her face.

"Prince Alsace, is your new princess too incompetent?"

Facing the "sister" aunt of the "Princess" opposite, who is regarded as her aunt... or is she?

Arthas said he did not want to respond to the white-haired "young" female mage Modera, who he had frozen several times with his own hands.

"Ginana: I've clearly strengthened myself!

But what is going on?!

My master clearly didn't do anything himself, so why was it that I was beaten down? ! 』

"Ke Xiaona: I didn't say anything, but I silently expressed my sincere "sympathy".

It is indeed strengthened, but it’s a pity that it can’t compare to… la la, la la la la! 』

"Baaaa?"

The white-haired, sharp-tongued "witch" was stunned when she suddenly turned into a lamb and was teleported to the top of the white horse under Antonidas.

Sylvanas casually broke the chains on her body and stretched out her hand provocatively: "With the new power given to me by my master."

"No mage, no mage can compete with me in space magic!"

"Arthas: That's right, my queen always plays against the odds.

Moreover, his counterattack skills couldn't be more proficient! 』

"Three Thousand Death Knights: Plan... What is our plan?"

"Kael'thas: No, Sylvanas... I will make Arthas pay."

"Jaina: She's a little weird, why don't I feel like she's being controlled?"

Sylvanas casually drew her bow and shot an arrow, saying, "Lord Antonidas, I will obey your command now."

"I'll send you on your way...baa."

Even though she became a little lamb, Sylvanas' voice was still cold.

"We are fully prepared, Arthas."

『Arthas: ……』