The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The Fren River, once a clear and beautiful river, has now become a frozen river of war "polluted" by streams of blood and corpses.

"Surrender, warrior. All your friends have retreated."

A green-skinned orc with white facial markings, holding a battle axe that is a must for orc warriors, led the tribal warriors behind him to persuade the Kaldorei druids on the glacier to surrender.

"Otherwise, the war situation is urgent, and I will have to let you rest in peace."

Although he seemed to be asking for surrender, the orc had already stepped forward, with the axe in his hand ready to defend against the enemy's sudden attack.

"Bah! A monster that boasts of glory!!"

"Saurfang, even if I die, I will do it for everyone..."

Whoosh, the sound of the sharp blade spinning broke the silence.

"Dead? But since I happened to pass by here, I had no choice but to help."

Bang! Varok Saurfang hit a flying moon blade with his axe... the Qiankun Blade... the "weak" part of the war blade.

Whoosh, without breaking, the sharp blade emitting a dark aura returned to the hands of the person who made the sound.

"Demon Hunter?"

The warblade resembles the Warglaive of Azzinoth, and in the eyes of Demon Hunters, it is similar to the flaming blade of a certain familiar armor.

According to his superficial understanding, isn't the Flame Blade just an alternative to the Qiankun Sun and Moon Blade (a kind of cold weapon)?

Then this crescent-shaped blade is...

However, the moon blade in the sentinel's hand is not only similar, but the war blade is also a war blade.

"Yes, Varok Saurfang, High Overlord Saurfang, I am a Kaldorei Demon Hunter."

Walking slowly on the ice, a Kaldorei demon hunter with a pair of golden eyes but wrapped in tight black armor all over his body, protected his compatriots behind him.

Not long ago, he fought his way here, hoping to drag down the respected elder mentioned by the "dead man".

But he had never expected that when he first arrived, he would not only meet a tough guy who would fight to the death, but also meet this orc with whom he had fought several times.

"Demon Hunter Idian, Idian Light Chaser."

"Stop, I didn't ask you to shoot from behind!"

“Haha, is this the glory?”

Swinging his double blades to cut off the arrows that the tribal archers in front of him had very actively shot, Youdian said in a daze: "I am the hunter who will take your dog's life."

"demon!"

Whoosh, Judian stepped on the dark aura and instantly appeared in front of Varok, leaving afterimages with the sword in his hand.

After a burst of sound of metal clashing, Varok steadied his steps.

His eyes lit up with red anger, and he gathered all his strength to chop Judion with an axe, causing him to raise his double blades, half-kneel down and crack the ground.

"I don't think there is any legendary demon hunter who has the ability to use the power of death like you."

"Also, it is extremely rare that you don't have a blind eye, but instead have a replica of the warblade of your admirer, Lord Illidan Stormrage."

With a slight twitch of his lips, Judian changed the subject and said, "You are really strong."

"I'm very strong?"

With a puzzled look in his eyes, Varok took a step back, took a step forward, and chopped again with all his strength. Bang!

The ground cracked again and dust began to rise, but Judian killed an orc warrior who passed through the neat line with one sword.

"you……"

"Nothing. I don't want someone to threaten me with hostages in a fair duel between you and me."

Another moment passed, and Judian relied on his own skills to fight against a master of battlefield fighting who was almost as good as his master.

Taking the time to glance at his stunned compatriots behind him, he said, "Brother, why don't you retreat quickly!"

"Brother, I can help..."

"It's a fair duel between Varok Saurfang and I. You are just my weakness, the weakling!"

At some point, he flashed to the side of the druid Kaldorei and put away his double blades.

Bang! He hit the druid brother right in the face with his punch, knocking him away without any preparation.

"Strength, it seems you are well hidden, 'Demon Hunter'."

Seeing the druid who had refused to surrender before being blown high into the sky...

Even in that temporarily safe place, Varok took a defensive posture and sighed: "So, the power of death also has such a strong protective ability?"

Yes, Judian knocked the druid away with one punch, and he still had the strength to put an invisible shield on him so that he would not die immediately under the force.

At this moment, a pitch-black arrow flew past Varok's ear without "scratching" any hair, and came in front of Judian.

With a click and a chuckle, Judian swung his sword back and broke it apart with one blow.

After being tested by his master, there is no doubt that he is already one of the top legends.

Moreover, the visitor...

"I told you, don't shoot from behind in a fair duel!"

Subconsciously he turned around and roared at the person who came, cracking the ground with his foot. Varok was very angry, and his breathing was rough and heavy.

“Saurfang, this is war.”

"Sylvanas? You... Warchief."

"Well, Sa..."

"Wow! Did you call for help?"

Pointing his knife at the chief of the tribe, Youdian said, "Bane, come on!"

"Where did you come from, you ignorant dead man? Why don't you kneel down before your queen?!"

It was not Sylvanas who spoke, but Nathanos Blightcaller behind her who shouted angrily and shot an arrow.

They are all legendary beings. He doesn't believe that there is any living being that can not be transformed by the power of death.

After all, people like Arthas... the fallen king were merely exceptions.

Same as before, but this time Judian cut the arrow faster.

Moreover, he rushed towards the enemies in front of him.

“Saurfang, kill him.”

While blocking Uldir with the Horde warriors behind her, Sylvanas gave orders to the commander beside her.

"Heh...but..."

"Kill me!"

One of the swords chopped Varok's face, and the other hit the axe blade that he was swinging slowly...

"Do you think I'm just a decoration?"

A knife blocked his way.

Wrestling with the "undead" in front of her, Sylvanas said: "Keep going, Saurfang, I will take care of this pretender."

At the same time, Judyan used the arrows shot by the Withered One to cut off the arrows and retreat.

Likewise, a group of former Lordaeron soldiers dressed exceptionally well...

Today, the Terror Guards charged on foot, wielding sharp swords to besiege Judion.

"Great Chief, but he..."

"Don't say any more. If we start a war, we must get corresponding results."

They who started the war believed that it was a just war.

Why is it a righteous war?

In fact, it is very simple. It is similar to the current Sylvanas Windrunner, who believes that peace between the Horde and the Alliance is unsustainable.

In other words, it's paranoia.

It is also the "plundering culture", which is the superficial understanding of Judian Light Chaser.

Few people in the new generation are capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities. Some of the old generation have died, some are injured, and some have retired and are reappointed.

Therefore, such an existence is worried that a powerful enemy will tear up the peace agreement at any time and destroy them first.

Therefore, launching a righteous war first is a "good thing" both in public and in private!

However, in Judian's shallow understanding.

What is a just war?

Fight for justice!

I have tolerated you so many times, but you forced a weak me to burst out with all my strength and fight a decisive battle with such a powerful enemy like you!

You keep tolerating me, do you really think I'm a real ninja?!

You slapped me in the heart, and I, your grandpa, should just swallow my anger and linger on? !

"who are you?"

With her loyal "lackey" and a bunch of loyal "lackeys", Sylvanas unexpectedly hit Ullion in the chest with a palm and knocked him away.

At this time, Saurfang and his men had already set off with their army, continuing their righteous war.

"Ahem...bah, what do you think, Sylvanas Windrunner?"

Covering his chest, Judyan used the power of death to suppress the "poison" in his chest.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood foam.

I miscalculated and wanted to delay it a little longer.

But he didn't expect that these hidden undead lackeys would poison him with a knife!

However, it was able to entangle a group of battle-hardened master-level "soldiers", a legend among legends today, and the warriors of the Dark Queen into this state.

I have to say, for such a long time...

Judian Light Chaser is really tough.

Of course, ignoring the "defaulting" corpses lying on the ground around him, he is the real "Ninja Turtle".

"You...you little bastard, thousands of you are beating up a thousand-year-old elf like me."

Staring at the chieftain of the tribe who was walking towards him, Judyan sneered, "Don't even think about reviving me and making me your slave!"

In an instant, Uldir's blade was only an inch away from Sylvanas' "tender" neck.

"Ahem...you guys..."

Reaching out and lifting the chin of the tall Kaldorei, Sylvanas looked at the black hooks behind him... "Scorpion tail".

Sylvanas let go and waved her hand, saying, "Warriors, you can let go now."

"In the end, it seems that he is just a beast with some strength."

Puff puff puff, snap, snap, a team of elite undead assassins lifted their invisibility, and behind them a team of undead mages...

There was also a team of warlocks from other tribal races who, following the orders of the great chief, took back the "scorpion tail" with blood and "meat".

Alas, the army led by Saurfang was just a part of the Horde's invading army.

How could there be only one "lone army" on the "eve" of the ordinary Azeroth world war?

Don't think about it, even the destruction of Theramore was not enough to start a real Fourth War for Azeroth that would be included in the "Chronicles".

"Captain, what are we going to do with him?"

With a vicious look at the dying "waste" who was barely breathing, Nathanos bent down and asked Sylvanas.

Good-looking but useless, this hot-blooded waste who only relies on momentary courage.

Not only has he seen a lot, he has also killed a lot.

With agility that might be comparable to some master rangers and assassins, and brute strength...

Another "genius" of the Alliance will become a "warrior" of the Horde led by Sylvanas.

Bang, Sylvanas suddenly kicked Uldion away.

Then, as Judyan landed, she grabbed his neck tightly.

Staring at the Kaldorei Demon Hunter who was "forcing a smile" and holding his weapon tightly, Sylvanas asked word by word, "Who are you?"

I have to say, women's intuition, sometimes...

"Disguised as a demon hunter from the Alliance... Do you really think my decision is wrong, warrior?"

Well, sometimes it’s okay for a woman’s intuition to be a little off.

"You won't tell me? You guys come and break his disguise."

At least, she guessed right about the disguise.

"Oh, you want to know who I am?"

"Hmph! Are you still speaking smoothly?"

Raising his battle axe, Nathanos said in a cold voice: "It seems that the previous punishment was not cruel enough and painful enough!"

At the critical moment, Sylvanas's dual swords blocked the pair of war blades containing destructive holy light for Nathanos.

The undead are restrained by the Holy Light, that is "justice".

"Now, I want to see who is this bold person?!"

After a few slashes of sword strikes, Illidan, who was already showing signs of retreating, was forced back. Sylvanas was very angry when she saw him escape from her blade so easily.

Her blood-red eyes, the sparkling bloodshot eyes, showed her restlessness.

Is it the young calf Baine Bloodhoof, and the hidden tauren Sunwalker trump card he has?

As for betraying the tribe...the first person she thought of was Xiao Niu.

She, Sylvanas Windrunner, immediately thought of the "Glorious Alliance Tauren".

Or Lor'themar Theron?

This adjutant she once trusted, but unfortunately...

Under the seemingly endless siege of elite troops, while Judion was chopped down by ten tribal warriors, he was hit by sharp arrows.

The arrow hit his chest armor, and the poison intensified. Judian took a few steps back, gasping and breathing loudly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Huh! As he took a deep breath, a dark magic ball that broke through the disguise hit his chest which was already hit by an arrow.

"call."

"As you wish, banshee!"

As a last resort, Judian Light Chaser finally had holy light flashing all over his body.

It seems... he can't hide anymore.

Is it Arthas Menethil...?...It doesn't seem so.

"Lor'themar Theron?"

Sylvanas's current expression of shock is comparable to that of "her" that a certain "Yudian" had seen.

How is it possible that the Regent of Quel'Thalas would take such a risk himself? !

You know, when fighting against Garrosh Hellscream, Lor'themar Theron was just following the trend.

You also have to know that he personally admitted during that period that he felt the glory of the tribe.

"Your Highness the Regent?"

A warrior from the Sin'dorei tribe said doubtfully.

"Yes, Sylvanas Windrunner, I am Lor'themar Theron!"

Hearing that his people were in tears, "Judian" spoke frankly and generously admitted his identity.

Pointing at the corpses around him, Lor'themar said, "Banshee Queen, this is what the people who followed you deserve."

Look, there are corpses all over the ground, but not a single one belongs to the Sin'dorei.

At least on those two blades shining with holy light, they were here, not stained with a drop of sin'dorei blood except that of Lor'themar Theron.

At this moment, some of the sin'dorei behind Sylvanas wavered.

It turns out that I almost died in...

Given the Regent's style, is it possible that he has any other backup plan?

"Hypocritical believers of Holy Light, hypocritical dogs of the Alliance!"

"Everyone, help me kill this evil villain of the Holy Light disguised as Lor'themar Theron!"

"Sin'dorei, listen to my command and shoot!"