The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Who are you, kid?"

"Who am I, you ask?"

Holding two books, the child said, "You'd better not move."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to guarantee your safety... Alas."

Shaking the boastful child, Sylvanas opened two books.

However, when she came into contact with the two books, the handwriting on them changed.

Meanwhile, demon after demon passed through them, brandishing blades with only the desire to kill.

"Farric, hold the line!"

A burst of colorful magic came, and Farrick and his men rode their horses directly through demons that were five meters tall or taller.

The last thoughts of these demons who were hit before they died were mostly that it was just a moth flying into a flame, not worth mentioning.

Outside the empty "donut", he swung his sword diagonally upwards, cutting off a demon's head, and the penetrating sword energy cut off the demon's body in the air.

"Marwyn, take these and throw them at whatever you think is important!"

Holding the purple hideous crystal that automatically floated into their hands, Marwyn and the other Death Knights threw it far away.

Boom! Any demon that passed by and took the crystal was directly swallowed by the arcane energy, and the surrounding demons were also affected.

Rumble! A mushroom cloud appeared, and the demons and the evil energy machines around them disappeared without a trace. The violent air and sound waves swept away the demons.

Among them, the lucky demons returned to the twisting void as soon as they opened their eyes.

The unlucky ones either have their souls completely annihilated and assimilated by the arcane, or they become creations of the arcane and are forcibly controlled by Jaina to self-destruct.

"Let's defend this place together, with me as the center!"

"These demons are not scary. We just need to ensure Arthas is safe!"

"As you command, Your Highness!"

The remaining undead quickly formed a circle under the call of Jaina and the will of the Lich King.

Even if the demons want to capture the leader first, it is difficult to achieve this goal.

Before the undead built this line of defense, they were killed one after another by Jaina, who was clad in black armor and was dancing with her spear.

If a legendary demon comes, Jaina will dare to take Frostmourne...Antonidas's Staff...Antonidas's Spear.

With every shot, every strike, every sweep and every chop, the brave demon would be stabbed with dozens of holes, or left with only wreckage and debris on the ground.

What’s even more hateful is that she is not even afraid of evil energy.

He waved his hand to absorb the evil energy of the death demon on the spot, and threw out several large fireballs of evil energy.

Even a twenty-meter-tall magic mecha that had finally emerged was shattered by her huge fireball of evil energy.

Apart from Archimonde who was fighting to the death with Arthas, Mannoroth, one of the only demigods of the demon world, was restrained by Anub'arak.

Of course, there is also a demon demigod…

Well, the "corpse" of Tichondrius is there, but the "soul" seems to have been sent to the "Twisting Nether" by Arthas a long time ago.

"Did you see that, Archimonde?"

“Even if your so-called Burning Legion is endless, everything will be over as long as I kill you!”

Standing on the frost battlefield that was forming at any time, Arthas swung his sword at the tall demon in front of him.

His death force transformed into the blue, green and red auras he often used, flexing and stretching like an arm, attacking again and again.

The frost sword energy continued to hinder Archimonde's movements, forcing him to fight with real swords and guns without retreating, and penetrate deep into the soul.

The plague sword energy tried to penetrate Archimonde's wounds and enter his body through the air, restricting his condition and fighting his immune system.

The bloody sword energy nourishes blood, and any demon that tries to get close is its nourishment. The more scarlet sword energy causes deeper sword marks on Archimonde.

"Lich King, is this all your power?"

Archimonde, whose face was cut by a bloody sword and covered with scars, laughed shamelessly.

However, he had scars all over his body, big or small, deep or shallow.

However, his recovery speed was extremely fast, and Arthas's sword rain was like a tickle to him.

"All my strength! I haven't used it all yet!"

Arthas felt a little confused about Archimonde in front of him.

The basic hard power of his body is so strong, how come he can still do scraping like before in other worlds even though he is a demigod?

When the others collectively beat up another Archimonde before, he didn't realize that Archimonde was as thick-skinned as the one in front of him.

"Haha, why do you think we trust Ner'zhul not to betray us?"

"Lich King, every demigod knows the rules, and demigods don't fight by strength alone."

"what?"

"hehe."

With a sneer, Archimonde pointed at Jaina and said, "If you are strong enough, you can be on par with a demigod."

"Yes, you can be promoted to a demigod, or even kill a demigod, but you are not strong enough to kill me instantly."

Clang, clang, clang. Arthas’s unbelievable slashing attack...hit the devil’s finger in front of him.

Under his almost "full force" attack, Archimonde's finger was completely unharmed? !

"You can't hurt my roots, what you did... let her wake you up!"

"After playing for so long, I'll let you see my law of destruction!"

With a whoosh and a buzz, it takes no time to gather strength...

The power that had been condensed long ago gathered at the fingertips, but the red and black death light, far exceeding the one that Arthas had "dispelled" several times before, shot towards Jaina.

During this process, the demons on the path were killed and their corpses turned into nutrients for the Finger of Death.

On the other side, Jaina, who was concentrating on condensing the mana bomb, felt a chill on her back.

In horror, she smiled... and put the rings on her ring fingers together.

"what?!"

Amid Archimonde's exclamation, Jaina's eyes flashed purple lightning, and she pointed the spear at death.

After taking this blow, her aura suddenly increased, and was already comparable to that of Arthas today.

And behind her, Archimonde seemed to be able to see one human figure after another.

Together with her, they took it on...

"what!"

As Archimonde cried out in pain, under the sword light of Frostmourne, a... half a finger fell.

It's already this time, and you dare to underestimate even the life-and-death battle against your opponent.

That’s right, any look at Jaina nowadays shows that she is wearing an extremely “excellent” set of equipment.

Wearing an unworn set of Frost Queen armor, she exudes a heroic air while maintaining her murderous aura on the battlefield.

With the two rings belonging to Arthas taken from the treasure bag, she can now be the great wizard of ten fingers and ten rings.

The spear beside him is comparable to Frostmourne, or even surpasses Frostmourne in Arthas's hand, and is very aggressive.

There are many more... Not only is Baibaodou reliable, but she herself is also reliable.

If you dare to answer it, it means you are 100% sure. If you don’t dare to answer it, it means you are absolutely 100% sure that you can escape.

"Arthas, it's your turn!"

"Roger that, Jaina!"

"Ah!"

By the time Archimonde reacted and was about to punch Arthas, the magic sword had already pierced his chest.

The wound was not too deep, with only the hilt of the sword with a demon's head exposed, and a magic book was next to Frostmourne.

With the help of the sudden "rise" of Jaina, Arthas's attack power became stronger.

Taking advantage of the moment, he was already standing on Archimonde's "exposed" chest with sword in hand.

Is it arrogance or hubris to wear this kind of armor that does not cover the entire body?

How about learning from the purple sweet potato that represents “equality of all beings” in a certain universe, or the “immortal” covered in golden armor?

"I hope you survive, Lord Archimonde!"

Arthas stretched out his right index and middle fingers and put them together, then used the momentum to jump and flew backwards while waving his right hand "affectionately" to say goodbye.

Sometimes, it is indeed "easy" to just deal with an "ill-prepared" opponent.

The success of this operation was not only due to the "contribution" of all the fighter planes that disappeared in an instant on the battlefield.

Before the war, there were all kinds of preparations that were extremely painful and required a lot of brain-racking effort.

In battle, various tactics change as the situation changes, and victory is achieved due to the opportunities that flash by.

Just like the plague that forces people to transform into undead after being infected, if you want to solve it, you can't wait for it to appear again.

But every time it happens, we must immediately learn a lesson and find a way to create an antidote, or even a better antidote.

It would be even better if we could control the occurrence of this plague or completely eliminate it.

Among them, the improvement of strength, parity and crushing are a "catalyst" that catalyzes the "fruits" of success.

"Goodbye, Archimonde, taste the power of Medivh!"

On the other side, upon hearing the sound, Jaina directly activated the magic bomb.

"what are you saying?!"

Seeing Arthas running away like that, Archimonde exclaimed and asked.

How could Frostmourne alone...

The next second, he seemed to sense something and looked extremely anxious and funny.

Two sturdy hands tried frantically to take out Frostmourne and the Book of Medivh that were reinforced by Arthas from his chest.

However, the increasingly shining Book of Medivh and the trembling Frostmourne made him extremely irritated.

At the same time, Arthas flew backwards through a portal.

As soon as he reached a safe position, he joined forces with Jaina to erect a large black shield covering the undead defense circle.

He doesn't understand the rules, but he has enough power, and rules can also be a kind of power.

"No!"

This group of damn hidden entities, has come to this point, do they still want to proceed smoothly?

Once he's dead and back in the Twisting Nether, who will be able to help them advance their "stubborn" plans?!

"No no no no!!"

With a cry of despair, Archimonde opened his arms downward.

Violet light appeared in his eyes, mouth, and various scars on his body.

"You... these... mortals... ah..."

With a loud bang, in the dazzling violet light, the Quel'dorei who had just arrived were collectively "blinded".

With the Sunwell as the center and Archimonde as the explosion point, the terrifying mixture of arcane and fel energy devours everything.

The island of Quel'Danas trembled, shaken by the explosion.

On the planet Azeroth, the magic network of Quel'Danas Island was disrupted by the powerful force of the explosion.

On this planet, countless forces that did not notice the demon invasion at the first time all looked towards the direction of the Sunwell.

At this moment, above the cemetery, a group of living people opened their mouths wide in various senses.

Uther: "In the name of the Holy Light, are we right or wrong?"

Gavinrad: "Your Majesty, what exactly are you hiding from us?"

They all watched this "holy war" between the demons and the undead.

The undead they had vowed to destroy were now fighting to the death with the real "culprit," the demon, which created a huge contrast.

Did Arthas do everything just to completely destroy the demons?

Is it possible that Arthas is willing to bear the infamy and not be cursed by others... Is this what he really insists on?

"Ke Xiaona: Although the result is correct, we cannot ignore the death mistake before the beginning.

Regardless of whether the result is right or wrong, in order to achieve this result that the world does not understand, those cruel and bloody mistakes were made.

In my opinion, under different circumstances, "wrong" is greater than "right", and "right" is greater than "wrong". 』

"Ke Xiaona: Also, can you please stop shaking me?"

"General Xi: No, you know a lot, little guy."

"Ke Xiaona: We are not on the same channel, it is really hard to understand.

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Although dawn has not yet arrived, they...a ray of sunshine illuminates the darkness.

"Arthas Menethil, have you used everything to do this?"

Anasteria had a complicated expression as he accompanied a group of Quel'dorei who were ready to help the undead fight.

On this magical "bridge" leading to the island of Quel'Danas, the Flamestrike in his hand trembled with him and the Quel'dorei.

Behind him were the Quel'dorei who were sad and even in pain because of the destruction of the holy land.

They were grieving because of the destruction of their faith…the destruction of the “pillar” in their hearts.

Is the sun their faith?

Maybe not, maybe yes.

But the Sunwell is the "pillar" of most Quel'dorei, and Quel'Thalas thrives on it.

Seen from a high altitude, the Sunwell's __cpLocation has been replaced by a large pit.

This huge pit not only contains pure fel energy and arcane crystals, but also some crystals containing the power of death.

As for the demons, some died, some were injured, and some were disabled.

The demon could not survive for long, so Arthas picked up the new Frostmourne handed to him by Jaina and killed the demon with one sword.

Under the dark sword energy of death, death easily took the life of the lingering demon.

Under this "brand new" magic sword, no soul can escape; they will either die or become food.

Without a soul, Frostmourne is still sharp.

"Yes and no, you naturally cannot understand my real thoughts."

Handing the sword to Jaina, Arthas turned and whispered to the Quel'dorei who were watching this place.

The same as before, but also different. With the blessing of the Crown of Domination, his voice spread throughout the Quel'dorei in Silvermoon City.

In response to this, the Quel'dorei, with different expressions, did not resort to violence, but simply looked around and reminisced.

They knew clearly that the so-called "war" was not only not over, but they had already lost it.

Their life and death will be decided by this powerful victor.

But they are not afraid of death, and if the war starts again, they will still fight with all their might.

"Arthas Menethil, do you think you can defy your destiny?!"

"I can, Nozdormu...M'Nozdor..."

"No, it's not them, Arthas."

Pointing to the scarlet eye that suddenly appeared in the sky, Jaina said, "Or should I call you the Lost Dragon?"