The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Little guy, why are you so weak?!"

“Ahem… ahem… you…”

"Ner'zhul, you are not just weak. It is difficult for me to flatter you."

Sitting on the back of an exhausted old orc, the ragged Arthas is "talking nonsense".

"I thought you were quite skilled in martial arts, but even your will is just such a waste."

"In this battle of wills and mental strength, I thought I might lose, but your incompetence shames me."

"For an old orc like you, I actually had a little hope for you."

"you you……"

"What do you mean, have you never seen a handsome guy like me?"

Showing his "charming" handsome face and rubbing his "hard" concave fists, Arthas became even more imposing.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm tired of you losing to me..."

After a pause, Arthas was about to touch his thumb and count on his fingers.

But just the next second after he touched the thumb, he suddenly stood up.

With a clang, the Frozen Demon Sword was in his hand.

With a "whoosh", a head fell down.

"Ner'zhul, I'm too lazy to count."

"From the day you were defeated by me, no matter how many times I defeat you, it will only be a new record for me."

After defeating the powerful enemy in the mental dimension and kindly erecting a tombstone for Ner'zhul, Arthas left the mental dimension gracefully holding the magic sword.

Ever since I got tired of chasing... Wrong.

In fact, Arthas has defeated powerful enemies like Ner'zhul many times.

Hmm, not clear?

He thinks that his current "foundation" is so solid, does he still need any external plug-ins?

There is absolutely no need for that. When he in this world put on the crown of rule, everything was already over.

Unfortunately, he decided to verify it and try again.

It’s not that there are few “eggs” at home, but this kind of “chicken”... “phoenix” is too rare.

Why is it so rare?

Because he thought... well, the opportunities to do "this kind of thing" were very rare.

He had an idea about the one who had tricked him, but this trick.

Not only did he want to fill it, he also wanted to do a series of righteous beatings.

Holding back the "lofty words" in his heart, he really wanted to do...

Tell “him”, blah blah blah kaba…

"Ner'zhul: He has won, a victory of will. I am no longer able to defeat him.

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"Yes, so you defeated Ner'zhul again just by blah blah blah?!"

With her feet hanging in the air, Sylvanas grabbed the "collar" of the Lich King's armor and questioned loudly.

"You let me wait here, are you worthy of my waiting?!"

"General Xi: Again?

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"Ginana: Wow, I feel so sorry for my husband.

This is definitely domestic violence!

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"Ke Xiaona: No, I want to see him getting beaten black and blue by his opponent with left and right hooks.

Ahhhhhhh!

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"Xinana: Where did I hit anyone? !

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"Artas: That's right, yelling at someone doesn't count as hitting them.

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"Okay, now that we've finished eating, we should leave."

According to the timing, Arthas trapped the ungrateful woman.

Without waiting for Sylvanas to roar again, he threw up the big bone and swung hundreds of swords.

Soon, the "Hedong Lion" with tearful eyes and a round belly looked at the disappeared fragments being picked up and shaken left and right and up and down.

"You don't have that kind of appetite. You're already full but you're still pretending."

"You have so much free time..."

"Woo woo... I was kind enough to cook you a meal, but you were so mean to me."

"Crying and sobbing", the weak woman wiped her tears and opened a dark door of "death" with a wave of her hand.

With Arthas' powerful "blessing", she became...

Turning over and wrapping her arms around him, she said, "Throw me!"

"Your brain is...are you serious?"

Raising his arms and looking at the woman who was close to his face, Arthas confirmed it seriously.

"Yeah, but remember to clean up the mess I left."

"That's what you said!"

Without listening carefully, Arthas threw out the Windrunner "cannonball" in great "pain".

After the portal closed automatically after receiving the "cannonball", he turned around and listened to the echo that the leaving woman deliberately left behind.

Blah blah blah...don't you hear...

I said something wrong after drinking, and for the sake of my self-esteem, I had to grit my teeth to get over it.

The cold wind broke the sword of destruction, and after one sword, Arthas returned to the throne that had been "repaired" by the sword.

After finishing everything and sitting on a high place, he felt...

Honey, please, open the door and let me in!

"Ginana: Willing to do housework... Quickly handle the picnic...

A man who is willing to deal with the mess must be a good man.

When I regain my memory, I will definitely find him and let him take charge of the inside while I take charge of the outside.

I can feel that I, Jaina Proudmoore, have never been a woman who likes to stay at home!

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"Xinana: If I knew, I would sue my boss for defamation!

There are so many things. As long as you can enjoy life, who doesn’t want to have a job that makes you invincible while lying down?

If I ever get my body back, I will teach myself what to do.

I, Ultimate Jaina Proudmoore, have always been the most reliable woman.

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"Ke Xiaona: Haha, you can’t even learn a simple teleportation technique.

No matter how strong you are, if your brain is not working well, you cannot be saved.

However, apart from occasionally destroying the environment, the two of them have always...

Isn’t it too much…isn’t the sacrifice of blood necessary?

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"Artas: If only I knew the arrogant words of this little guy above me.

Then I will definitely take my pendant, my suit, my...

My departed wife, let’s teach her to study well.

Besides, isn’t the sacrifice of evil a sacrifice of blood?

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"He said this little pain in the wind and rain is nothing!"

"Wipe your tears and don't ask why... God..."

Arthas patted the armrest and stood up, saying righteously: "Death is above, the portal is finally open."

"Sylvanas, I can't... I need to change my tone."

"There's no adaptive suit, I really... Yeah, that's the tone."

……

"We are enemies of each other. Do you think too highly of yourself?"

Back at the Sunwell, Tichondrius looked at the Death Knight who had "ascended" the Lich King and gave him a light-hearted warning.

Having obtained the power granted by Frostmourne and Ner'zhul, he did not dare to act too presumptuous in front of him before.

How could he, who had just obtained the Crown of Domination, killed Ner'zhul, and been promoted to demigod, dare to be so arrogant and presumptuous in front of him?

He, Tichondrius, was very puzzled as to how such a "smart man" could be so aware of the current affairs.

Knowing clearly that this is impossible, one still insists on doing this useless effort.

He was fed up with the "reckless" behavior of seeing one man do it again and again.

"I think too highly of myself... Tichondrius, I never fight a battle I'm not prepared for."

Pointing his sword at the leader of the dreadlords in front of him, Arthas shook the Sunwell with a shout.

With only his voice, his aura, and his ranger's full output, he made those who polluted the Sunwell...

"Really, Arthas?"

"Take a good look at the feast we have prepared for you and your pet."

Look at the bubbling green "lava", feel the afterglow of the arcane, and witness the instantaneous change of the Sunwell.

Seeing the destruction of the holy land, Sylvanas "subconsciously" pulled the longbow hard and shot out the Windrunner Storm Arrows out of instinct.

At the same time, after taking a deep breath in his heart, Arthas flashed and attacked the dreadlord who he thought was the weakest in the field.

With a clang, Tichondrius and Detherok instantly switched positions, and the evil flames in his fist, which was made stronger by the help of the magic sword.

From this it can be seen that their "hexagram" formation is multifunctional.

"How good it would be to join the Burning Legion, a young man who has gone astray and knows how to act."

Feeling the huge impact brought by the magic sword, Tichondrius couldn't help but give some advice.

However, Arthas did not respond verbally, but simply moved forward to push back the Dark Lord and completed a cross cut with one horizontal and one vertical.

"Uh, how is it possible..."

As the cold cross slash pierced through Tichondrius' body, he crushed the "evil energy" tentacles that tried to wrap around his body in one step.

A pair of cold eyes clearly saw the hidden existence, and under the suppression of mental power, a half-moon arc-shaped plague sword energy was slashed out diagonally.

He had nothing to say to this "old stubborn man" and could only use the plague, which he usually disliked to use, to teach the dragon how to be a dragon.

With a few bangs, Tichondrius coughed up blood and flew backwards due to the huge impact force.

With fel blood scattering everywhere and after smashing several walls, he pointed at Arthas tremblingly.

Without waiting to leave any "last words", he closed his eyes, tilted his head, and the evil blood in his body flowed out wildly.

He is clearly a demon demigod, but his performance is really...too much in line with Arthas' expectations.

At the same time, Varimathras was hit by several arrows, and his chest seemed to be covered with hedgehog thorns.

"Sylvanas, your plan is..."

With a click, Sylvanas kicked the tall demon in the chin, causing the demon's bones to break.

With her flexible and agile figure, using her "petite" body as a ligament, she carried the tall demon in a spin, making the world spin.

With a loud crack, Varimathras' head sank deep into the bricks and stones, and evil blood flowed continuously from the wounds on his body.

"My brother, Varimathras."

"Sylvanas! I want you to pay... with your life... ah..."

After one move, Balnazzar fell into a sunken pit in the distance, dying, with evil blood scattering everywhere.

At the same time, the rune sword broke, and Anaselon, who was pierced by the magic sword, fell down with a bang, and the evil blood also scattered.

"Do you think you can stop the ritual by defeating them?"

Looking at the opponent who was approaching him in a flash, Mephistroth couldn't help but look at his brother next to him who had a terrified look on his face.

"cough……"

Soon, Mephistroth took a fatal bloody sword energy for his brother and vomited blood from his mouth.

"Detheroc...Run!"

With a hiss, Mephistroth tried his best to take on another stream of bloody sword energy, leaving two horrific sword wounds on his body.

With a bang, he flew backwards and was buried together with the ruins of buildings around the Sunwell, which were created by the collision of opposing energies.

Seeing his former drinking and laughing brothers die one after another for him, Detherok's eyes flashed with a strong green light.

Fel energy surged within him, and he was ready to self-destruct...

With a "chi" sound, the sharp weapon entered the body.

"You...you...will never...succeed..."

Picking up Detherok, Arthas threw him hard towards a Feng Shui treasure land.

"Ah...of..."

Empty, Diserok was pressed down by the huge broken and gorgeous pillar, and the evil blood flowed into the cracks of the rubble.

"Hahahahahaha!"

After dealing with the six dreadlords, before Arthas and Sylvanas could get near a bowl of "organic vegetable soup", a familiar laugh echoed all around them.

Gulp, gulp. The bubbling fel energy Sunwell began to spread out from the middle.

Because of a powerful force, the water in the well retreated on its own initiative.

"Hahahahaha! Mortal."

Now, a powerful demigod who calls himself a mortal and a legend has appeared - Archimonde the Defiler.

He stood with his hands behind his back, motionless, his feet on the surface of the evil water that was like a fountain. His tall and extremely strong body made the surroundings tremble.

They had already done everything before six dreadlords died in battle who behaved as someone expected.

Wait until one of the six of them is dead, or a few are left...or maybe all of them are left.

In any case, they had made Archimonde's coming inevitable, and no accidents could affect it.

The one who promotes the plan is also the one who promotes the plan, right?

In a sense, the cooperation at that time had already made the advent of this great evil a foregone conclusion.

"Do you think you can kill demons in your world?"

Arthas clenched his left fist, took a step forward and said in a cold voice: "But, they are all dead now."

"Yes, they died, sacrificed for the great cause of the Burning Legion."

"The Dark Titan will watch over them and grant them new life in the Twisting Nether."

Archimonde stretched out his arms to the two resistance fighters in front of him and beckoned: "Join us."

"You have proven your worth to the Legion. I am aware of your actions and I understand their true meaning."

"You think you can't defend your homeland and your people, but it's just that you don't have enough strength."

Hearing this, Arthas swung his sword and said, "Do you think someone like me would serve the country and the people?"

Archimonde casually dispersed the attack that forced him to retreat half a step, and said: "Prince Arthas, isn't it?"

"Because the Shadow Void erodes your people and country, you choose this path that can prevent you from being assimilated by the Shadow."

"Now that I am here, and with the help of a powerful human like you, the rule of the Shadow Void will soon come to an end."

At this moment, Arthas took a few steps to Sylvanas, raised Frostmourne in both hands, and gathered his strength.

"It seems that you are unwilling to ..."

"It's not that you don't want to, but you are standing on the toilet... the toilet talking to us."

After a flash, Sylvanas ran away and left a message before leaving.

"Polluter, you stink!"

"what?!"

"Arthas: Could it be that the Kil'jaeden and Archimonde in this world have swapped brains?"

"Xinana: Is there a possibility that your strength has won equality?"

"Ginana: He is not a mortal anymore... "I" am just a mortal... but I am ready! "

"Ke Xiaona: Wow! This book is still useful.

I can now say on behalf of Kil'jaeden that my toilet stall has been taken by my brother.

To put it in a better way,

Kil'jaeden: This powerful position does not belong to me.

Hahahaha, hahahahaha! 』

An Eredar great demon far away in Argus suddenly felt that there was an experience in this world that he no longer had for the first time.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Azeroth, two loyal lieutenants were guarding a king's horse.

"Farric, did His Highness say when we should prepare for battle?"

"I don't know, but your highness's mount must be the key."

"But, brother, what can we do by waiting?"

"Marvion, His Highness said that if you have nothing to do, you should find something to do, even entertainment."

"..."

"Death Knights: You two can chat slowly, we will prepare for a while."