The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Boss, how much is this bag of oats?"

"Can't you see it? Four copper coins per pound, which is four copper coins per five hundred grams."

"But, Boss, wasn't it not long ago?"

"Oh, we just opened a new store during those days and we're having a promotion."

"Boss, I'm an old customer, can you sell me three..."

"You can buy it if you want. If you don't want to buy it, please go to the promotion center over there. My old Brier specialties are already sold at a low enough price."

On a street near the gate of the newly rebuilt royal city of Lordaeron, such buying and selling conversations were ongoing.

Amid the noisy buying and selling, a one-meter-tall blonde girl was placed in a backpack, licking a colorful lollipop.

The one carrying her was a blonde lady wearing an elegant blue dress made of coarse woven cloth.

Next to her, was a lightly clad priest in coarse woven cloth armor…Mr. Smirking Blond.

"Jaina, how's the survey going?"

Lowering her head to write and draw, Jaina rolled her eyes and said, "Arthas, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Is the power of shadow so easy to find?"

"Ever since you violently integrated the Eastern Kingdoms, violently pacified the Nathrezim, and led people to kill the lost dragon who claimed to be a god."

Looking at the ten rings on her slender fingers, she stopped writing and said, "After you achieved these brilliant results, the power of shadow in people has quietly faded away."

"According to our recent investigation, the shadow forces dare not show up during this period."

"By the way, you've done so much, what are you waiting for?"

Glancing around, Arthas smiled and said, "What are you waiting for... Just wait slowly."

So, as a sunny and cheerful husband accompanying his wife and daughter, Alsace traveled again...

This warm family of three left the royal city of Lordaeron and went to the countryside again.

Strolling along the road, Sylvanas quietly replaced Jaina and Christina and continued walking with Arthas.

Letting the children out to play occasionally is one of the greatest kindnesses that Gianna can show to Christina.

But today, they both found that this familiar road to the countryside was particularly long and had changed a lot.

The country road, which was supposed to be a wide stone road, became extremely dark and narrow enough for two people to walk side by side.

The people of Lordaeron who occasionally greeted them, or those who came to Lordaeron, disappeared quietly, and cold bright lights floated on both sides of the road.

After Alsace "prescribed the right medicine", the bustling scene of people coming and going that took a lot of time to create disappeared, and it was replaced by a lifeless scene.

"Look, Jaina... Sylvanas."

Pointing to the darkness deep ahead, Arthas said seriously: "Don't be anxious, just wait slowly."

"It's not like I won't wait, I just remind you occasionally!"

"Well, it looks like our journey is coming to an end."

Holding the hand of the person next to him, Arthas dodged step by step and quickly came to a closed door.

Boom! Without knocking, Arthas punched the door open.

I have waited until now to come and see him. He has such a bad temper that he doesn't want to suffer any loss.

Moreover, it is understandable that he has suffered for so long that he just vents today.

An unwelcome visitor...cough cough.

In order to reduce the burden on the owner of this place, Arthas spent a lot of time to save him time and effort.

In addition, through this action, he not only proved that his own strength had not declined in the slightest, but also told the people inside that he, Arthas Menethil, had arrived.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! On this road with no end in sight, Arthas demonstrated his extremely fast teleportation skills, leaving behind a slowly disappearing afterimage.

"Ugh."

After a while, Arthas walked to the end of the road and sighed.

Just the next second, he stood in front of Sylvanas, helping her block all kinds of invisible pressure from the front.

"So, my house was occupied by you!"

When Sylvanas saw the Lich King Arthas sitting on an ice throne in front of her own cottage, she was filled with only one word - angry.

Since she was a child, there have not been many people who dared to occupy her house, and the one in front of her is the only one.

"Ginana: My house?"

"Ke Xiaona: Yes, our house."

"Brother, why are you doing this?"

"Bitterness... Haha, don't advise others to be kind without experiencing their suffering."

Leaving the gradually melting throne, the Lich King pulled out Frostmourne stuck in the ground and said: "You have to know, Arthas Menethil."

"Without me, you wouldn't be able to possess this power that doesn't belong to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthas felt like a deflated ball.

In just a moment, he fell from the realm of demigod to the realm of grandmaster, which he felt was a little strange but familiar.

"Without me, your clever changes wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

In response to this, Arthas immediately retorted: "Arthas Menethil, you are a person who shirks responsibility."

"Don't you feel ashamed to let me use your body to do something that you should be responsible for yourself?"

"Hahahaha!"

Pointing at his own blue eyes, the Lich King said, "You... do you think I would feel ashamed?"

Only in the next second, "Ridiculous, too ridiculous!"

"I gave you a task, you just need to do your best to complete it and please me as much as you can, you naive fool."

Without any surprise, Arthas said: "So, you are also a proud lost dragon."

"Based on your tone, do you think you are the one who issues those tasks that belong to me?"

Arthas clapped his hands. "Forget it, let's get straight to the point."

"Do you really want to replace me so badly...do you really want me to be you so badly?"

His eyes became sharp, "Do you really want to escape from this world?"

Hearing two questions in a row, the Lich King disdainfully affirmed: "Yes, another me, I think."

"In this terrible world that is doomed to be destroyed, we need a selfless savior like you to save the world!"

The Lich King pointed his sword at Arthas and said, "Let this world fulfill your dreams, and let you make this bad world a beautiful place."

"You and this world can achieve mutual success, so why don't you accept... this last mission I give you?"

Raising his hand to restrain Sylvanas who was making small movements, the Lich King continued: "Another me, I suggest that you seriously consider this task I have assigned to you."

"Haha, do you still want to pretend now?!"

Pointing at Sylvanas, Arthas said: "Take a good look at her, Sylvanas Windrunner!"

"Alsace..."

Turning around and giving a don't worry smile, "Jaina, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about your current body."

“Is this the only way you can talk to people?”

A murderous intent and aura directly pressed down on Arthas' body, almost causing him to fall.

Without moving, Arthas insisted, "If I tell you the truth, will it break your fragile psychological endurance?"

"Honestly, you are capable of doing feats unmatched by any Ancient of Azeroth."

"So, do you agree?"

Raising his middle finger, Arthas shouted angrily: "Are you a fool?!"

"I promise..."

"Yes, we are all idiots."

Don’t be angry, hold it in, hold it in!

At this moment, Sylvanas and a "wandering ghost" started speaking Chinese to the two of them, making them confused.

They didn't understand, but it didn't stop them from thinking at the same time...

"Ke Xiaona: From today on, I will call this the language of idiots...ah!

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"Ginana: Don't distort the facts, translate it carefully for me!

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"Ke Xiaona: I don't know how to translate. I'm so young, and you're telling me how to translate... Wow... Woo woo woo...

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"Jinana: I was wrong, baby, here's some candy for you.

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"Brother, I understand your pain."

Arthas changed his tone and slowly raised his index finger and said, "An ordinary hero once said..."

"With great power comes great responsibility, but that's being the uncle of a failed man, and that doesn't fit who I am."

"But I am not the good old Peter Parker, let alone Deadpool!"

"And I have tried hard, trying to do the same as you!"

When talking about sad things, the Lich King's cold eyes flickered.

Pointing at Arthas, he said, "You have a good idea... Yes, I had the same idea once."

He pointed at himself and said, "But there is no one as powerful as me to protect you from the wind and rain."

As soon as he finished speaking, an image appeared between the two of them, and this was exactly the "result" of Arthas's persuasion for people to see him.

Pointing to the "peace" created by Arthas, "What peace? It will be torn apart by the shadows."

Inexplicably, the comrades who were supposed to be "harmonious" in the image betrayed "Alsace" for one reason after another.

Because of their families, some people in Lordaeron began to become "tigers" and "flies", the "rats" that pollute the whole pot of porridge.

Because there are no "powerful" "role models", some people who abide by the law are assimilated by the "black lotus", become more evil, and go along with the evil.

Because of insufficient understanding, the rules were misinterpreted, twisted, and alienated, and the effective "beauty" fell to the "bottom" for the first time.

……

In the end, with the betrayals of people around him one after another, only two people were left by "Alsace".

In the image, on the lonely throne, on the left and right, are Sylvanas and Jaina.

Even Uther, because of his faith...

In the eyes of those on the throne, it is nothing more than a cultural difference, and they should just do it like purifying Stratholme and not take the blame.

He could understand, but he couldn't empathize.

In his heart, because of his faith, because he couldn't do it...

Because of all these reasons, can we just let things escalate?

"Show me these... Can't you control that degree?!"

Not to mention the "beauties hidden in a golden house" that Arthas saw, there were two of them, he yelled directly at the Lich King.

"As fellow countrymen in a sense, have you forgotten the hardships our ancestors went through?!"

"They live... No, just giving you a little face."

"You are no longer someone who is powerless under the rules. You don't need to fit into the rules in order to change them."

"You have surpassed many people. You are already someone who can break the rules..."

After a pause, Arthas said with a cold face: "It seems that you have become a 'strong man' in the end."

"Don't forget your original intention. This is the premise and the first sentence."

His face turned bitter, and his tone was like a difficult inquiry, "Is it so difficult for a 'strong man' like you?"

"It's difficult, very difficult. One setback after another is enough to dampen a person's enthusiasm again and again."

With a look of longing on his face, the Lich King said: "I am not them, and I cannot become them."

"If I were them, I would definitely succeed instead of waiting for 'you' to enter my world."

"Brother, if you learn... that is inevitable, but for an individual, it will become accidental."

Although he was extremely unhappy and his fists were as hard as stone, Arthas still tried to persuade him.

He has never encountered such a thing, at most he has seen it.

If you can’t speak, you can only try and persuade in your own way and become “mature”.

"hehe."

The Lich King clenched his left fist and said, "So, are you denying their achievements?"

"As fellow villagers, I am here for you..."

"You old Deng... ahem, let's get back to the point."

Arthas pretended to cough and then said, "Brother, please be more straightforward."

"Think carefully, have you really done those things yourself?"

"Think carefully, aren't your current memories the tragic future that the shadow has given you?"

"Like Nozdormu, he was bewitched by the Shadow Void and became Murozdor."

Seeing the Lich King closing his eyes and thinking, Arthas felt very smart.

It's good to have someone to analyze things with, so you don't have to rely on your own "reckless" brain to rack your brains.

I haven't started yet, but I finally found it...

"you are right……"

Arthas and Sylvanas' faces simultaneously became filled with surprise and ecstasy.

"But not only did I do it myself again and again, I also suffered miserable failures that made me sad and reflective!"

"In this world, evil is the mainstream, and good is just the evil they express!"

The momentum reached its peak, Arthas and Sylvanas knelt at the same time, and the floor cracked.

"You diode, don't you understand what people say?!"

The poor "reckless man" couldn't control his brain, and Arthas's temper suddenly flared up, angrily pointing at the Lich King.

He understands now.

If you want to go home and not be replaced, you must first use your fists to fight for yourself the right to have a truly equal dialogue.

Otherwise, in the eyes of the Lich King.

Whatever he said was useless. It was just a way for the Lich King to vent his "dissatisfaction".

"You are just some kind of animal that can only distinguish between good and evil. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your father, this unfilial son!"

In a blink of an eye, Arthas spoke the common language of Azeroth and drew the holy sword from his waist...

As it was unsheathed, Lightforged Frostmourne turned into dust.

"The other me, the original version is here with me!"

"Okay, okay...but in a sense..."

With a sneer, Arthas said: "You have failed, Arthas Menethil."

At the same time, the Lich King sneered and said, "You have failed too, Arthas Menethil!"