The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Crack! The battle axe broke from the handle, and the upper half flew outwards.

"You are just like your son, so..."

"Don't think about it!"

Just as Frostmourne was about to strike Varok, who had taken a few steps back, a pitch-black sword stopped it.

"Alsace, the same result as that day will never come."

"Sylvanas, your resistance is meaningless!"

After a few moves, Arthas used a sword to split Sylvanas and the Horde warriors around her.

Amidst the dazzling ice explosion, pieces of shards pierced into their...some of the unprepared warriors.

The sharp pieces of ice entered their bodies, freezing the blood and energy at the wounds, causing these tribal warriors to almost lose their breath.

The stinging pain from the ice made them dare not make a sound, and they could only endure it silently so as not to disrupt the attack rhythm of other warriors.

Clang, clang, clang, clang.

Facing the tribal warriors around him, Arthas chopped, hacked, kicked and swept them again and again.

Amid the clashes of metal and flesh, he repeatedly defeated any tribal warrior who dared to attack him.

"The end is coming."

A sword penetrated the ground, the cloak fluttered, cold light flashed, and the cracked earth and the cold light shook the warriors of the tribe away.

As one group of tribal warriors collided with the group behind them, or even several groups behind them, Arthas drew his sword and stood up.

Holding up Frostmourne, Arthas said: "Sylvanas, you asked for this!"

"Oh no, he's going to summon those dead souls!"

"Velonnara, Halduron, execute the plan immediately!"

"Hehe, hahahahaha!"

The dark power of death lingered around the sword, and Arthas laughed wildly: "I will not let them appear again."

"As a king, you should be willing to sacrifice for your people!"

"Come, those the heroic spirits here are calling for!"

The dark deathly light like thunder spread out, making Sylvanas and others feel a strong sense of threat.

However, they found that Arthas's aura had weakened...

His momentum was stronger, but the overwhelming power he emanated suddenly weakened a lot.

This was different from the state he had previously summoned the dead. Instead, it was more like...

Is the hatred of the dead souls decreasing due to the passage of time?

"I said that if the Horde repeats the same mistakes, the Alliance will destroy you."

A beam of black light fell to the ground, and Varian holding Salamaine suddenly appeared.

Even though he was wearing "his" armor with a lion on the left and an eagle on the right, there was no scar on his face.

"I am Varian Wrynn, and I am fighting for what I believe is justice!"

However, his tone and actions did not arouse any suspicion among the tribe.

Within the illusions created by N'Zoth, anything is possible, like the appearance of the Lich King Arthas.

"I told you, Varian, you had to seize that opportunity."

Walking out of the purple smoke created by the second beam of black light, Jaina, whose hair was 90% white, appeared here.

She gathered a ball of frost in her left hand and clenched her beloved staff in her right hand.

"Completely destroying the Horde is the best revenge for the fall of Theramore!"

Eyes flashing with arcane light, Jaina released orbs of frost.

She created a wall of ice to protect Arthas and Varian from the Horde's ranged attacks.

"I thought the tribe was our friend, but reality tells me that we are our mortal enemy."

Walking out in the moonlight brought by the third beam of black light, just like in the past...Tyrande, the Moon Priestess of Mount Hyjal, came.

She pulled the longbow tight and held the sharp arrow in her hand, just like the female elf in the memory of the holy war between Varok and other orcs.

"If you were short of wood, you could have spent some time learning how to plant trees."

Ding, ding, ding. A rain of bright moonlight arrows shot towards the tribe, but the tribal mages created a protective shield to block them.

At the same time, Tyrande stopped shooting arrows and started chanting.

“Once upon a time, I fought alongside Broxigar Saurfang.”

Varok felt shaken: "Brox..."

Holding a sword filled with anger, Jarod quietly emerged from the fourth beam of black light.

Although the aura he exuded was weak, his murderous intent was also that of someone who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

"But you have nothing but bravery, and you casually add to Saurfang's bad reputation!"

With the blessings from the mage and the priest, his aura reached its peak.

For a moment, it seemed that he was not weaker than Halduron on the opposite side.

"I knew that the tribe would always invade again and again!"

From the fifth... from the earth, Magni walked out with his eyes wide open.

Battle axe and war hammer, the Bronzebeard Dwarf King, who is not a diamond dwarf, is so huge, like a god descending to earth.

He was like a little giant, summoning thunder, just like the god of thunder descending to earth.

"The Holy Light tells me that all people are born equal, but life is inherently unequal."

Looking down at the holy covenant in his hand, Uther spread his wings of holy light and stepped on the holy ground.

Holding the hammer of Lightbringer, he stood in front of Arthas and Jaina as always.

No matter how much they have changed compared to the past, he will still protect them.

“I tried to understand the new tribe, but my sister never gave me the time of day.”

Sylvanas said softly, "Sister?"

There was no response. Alleria, wearing the ranger cloak of Windrunner, simply stepped out of the void and pulled the bowstring.

She condensed an arrow wrapped in breeze out of thin air and aimed it at Sylvanas's forehead.

"Perhaps, when we gathered that day, I should have listened to the words of the void and killed you."

"Don't trust the void... You are not Alleria, and you are not my sister."

"It's none of your business. I'm here only for the heroic spirits here!"

"But first I would like you to go reunite with our family, my dear sister."

Alleria's change from high-spirited to ruthless took only the time it took for an arrow to fly from her hand.

Sylvanas was extremely angry as she cut off the arrow without void power with one knife.

She didn't want to betray her sisters who didn't understand her, nor did she want to be forced to fight them both.

Even if Aurelia doesn't recognize her, they are still connected by blood.

When she met the three Windrunner sisters in her hometown, she clearly...

But she calmed down in her anger: "Because of the appearance of these illusions."

"The power of the Lich King Arthas has weakened, and he is no longer as strong as before."

"Warriors of the tribe, the chance for victory has appeared!"

With a wave of her hand, Sylvanas said, "Follow me, warriors!"

"Deal with them, then we will reap the fruits of this victory and return home in glory!"

"Insanity!"

Without waiting for the tribal warriors to respond to their warchief, Arthas strode forward and slashed the air with his sword.

At the same time, Varian and others rushed towards the surrounding tribes.

Varian broke his sword and used whirlwind strike, but the Horde's iron wall blocked him.

Jaina's three-series magic ball attack and Tyrande and Alleria's rain of arrows attack, the opposing Horde, also had a variety of long-range counterattacks.

Garrod doesn't know what a reckless man is, so it's a great idea for him to take advantage of the narrow terrain nearby and just play single combat and guerrilla warfare.

Magni stomped on the thunder, sending the tribe flying, and the lightning danced wildly, making him truly invincible.

In order to protect Jarod, who was sometimes in a weak position, Uther hammered down one or more tribesmen after another.

Although the tribe had more people, they were enough to hold off the attack of their shadow "illusion" of N'Zoth.

However, this is a "group practice class" that is rare in daily life.

When an army of more than 10,000 people starts a group fight in a "phantom" instance, it is very normal for teammates and group members to be hard to die.

What's more, this is a tribal leadership in a calm state.

Relying on the limited time given by the Lich King Arthas and carefully considered tactics.

Even if these shadow "illusions" cannot be killed, at least the sacrifices can be minimized.

There are so many warriors in their tribe, and they can't afford to fight with the "illusion" until only a few are left.

"Calculate carefully" and ensure combat effectiveness is the key.

"Sylvanas Windrunner, do you think you can defeat me?"

"Why not, Arthas?"

Sylvanas smiled in response as she forcibly blocked Arthas' weakened blow.

She had inadvertently glimpsed the weakness of the ancient god N'Zoth.

Sure enough, there is a huge gap between the sealed ancient gods and the unsealed ancient gods.

"You...what did you find?"

"Don't you notice your strength is fading?"

Looking at an enemy who was not an enemy, Sylvanas felt that the strength in her hands was not as strong as at the beginning.

As she expected, no "illusion" was invincible.

If so, it must be that she and her think tank missed the key point.

At this time, Arthas's scalp hidden in the Crown of Domination could not help but become a line.

What can he do?

Two legendary masters relied on his power to unleash their own strength.

What could he say?

Of course, take it on the head!

"You thought my power would weaken?!"

In front of Sylvanas' increasingly surprised face, the Lich King, who was supposed to be invincible, suddenly lost his momentum, but Arthas drank bottle after bottle of "Shadow" potion.

Proudmoore brand concealment and recovery dual-effect potion is worthy of Menethil and other teammates, comrades, and "dungeon bosses".

The real "copy boss" will never stay in one place and wait for "players" to come one by one, but will go out in groups to defeat the "players".

However, real "players" will never have a team of less than a hundred people, but will start with tens of thousands of people, with no upper limit on the number of people who will go all out to clear the "copy".

"The servants who betrayed me never knew what it meant to be ..."

Without waiting for Arthas to finish speaking, Sylvanas drank the potion she took out with a calm expression.

If she hadn't been in the habit of carrying some battlefield supplies, she would have been killed by N'Zoth's "illusion".

"What did you say before, Arthas?"

"Sylvanas, today it's either you or me!"

"Just what I want, Arthas (you're talking so fast, you're acting like a fool)!"

"..."

"Look at me, you fool Menethil!"

Not angry, not angry at all, Arthas directly transformed into a swordsman and fought with the magic sword!

"Bitch, you pissed me off!"

"Come on, it's a good idea. Now it doesn't look like the illusion of my enemy at all!"

"Windrunner, I want you to get down on your knees and yell Banshee Scream!"

……

"Ah!" (Painful sound)

Sylvanas kicked Alleria in the center of her chest, sending her flying backwards to the ground near the fallen Arthas, where she lay on the ground with her hands, gasping for breath.

Looking at Arthas, whose body had become nearly one-tenth transparent, Sylvanas said, "It would be great if you were really him."

Without the Crown of Domination, the Death Knight Arthas faced the twin moons.

He shook himself with difficulty, tightly grasping Frostmourne, which was sunk into the ground with only the hilt exposed, his eyes full of humiliation.

If it weren't for the two masters, he would have given Jaina all kinds of protection and let her fight this conceited former servant.

"But, you are an illusion."

"Your swordsmanship has indeed improved, but it's not enough."

"It's far from enough... You are a bunch of monsters that are almost unkillable and can only be consumed slowly."

Looking back at the Horde warrior who was almost half fallen to the ground behind her, Sylvanas had to give a thumbs up to the shadow "illusion" from the side.

It is enough that there is no sacrifice, which is a blessing in disguise.

"High King, even though I have defeated your illusion, this is not honor."

Varian, who was standing firm without breathing and leaning on two swords, said: "It is not honorable to use the majority to bully the minority."

There were piles of broken weapons around him, but he no longer had the strength to charge or jump.

"Saurfang, what you mean by reflection, I know from combat."

"But the glory you mentioned shouldn't be an invasion..."

Bang, as if the power of the dead soul was exhausted, Varian stared at the old orc who was lowering his head and exploded to death.

Until the last moment, he refused to utter a single groan.

"Varian Wrynn... for the Horde."

"I'm so glad I could beat up the evil-hungry witch Jaina."

Shaking the birdcage in his hand, Romans looked at the bird flapping its wings and trying to fly freely, and couldn't help but smile with relief.

The future of Kirin Tor and Dalaran is nothing but a fragile crazy woman!

"Chirp!"

With a sweet bird song, Jaina mustered up the courage to self-destruct.

However, she only left behind a small red-gold fish that had grown into the size of a human palm, jumping around in the waterless battlefield.

Even if it meant death, Jaina could not bear such humiliation.

Bastard! If she had brought a legion of mages, she would have thrown a big fireball at Romance!

"Paladin, it seems we are no longer able to fight."

The almost transparent Garold shook his head and sighed at the almost transparent Lightbringer behind him.

"Yes, warrior of the Kaldorei, we have done our best."

Finally, the two people standing back to back ascended quietly to heaven, leaving only some spots of light.

"For Khaz Modan!"

"For Blaine!"

"For Muradin!!"

Amid the surging thunder, Magni threw a thunder hammer at Sylvanas.

"For the Kaldorei!!!"

As he disappeared, the charred wounded soldiers of the tribe around him, like a hill, witnessed his exit at the speed of lightning and in glory.

Rumble, the scattered thunder and thunder hammer disappeared instantly when Magni disappeared.

Unfortunately, the Thunder Hammer hit Sylvanas' back of the head just one meter away.

"Elune will punish you, invaders."

With dim eyes, Tyrande did not obtain the power of Elune and turned into moonlight and disappeared.

"Why... is she... so... strong?"

Cracks appeared on the leather armor, and Halduron, Veronara, and Belmont were panting and out of breath.

Of course, including Garona.

Her upper body was buried in the ground, but she was still breathing.

"Aha!"

After Tyrande disappeared, Garona, bruised all over, rose from the ground.

Maybe it was because during this war, Tyrande treated her like a punching bag the entire time.

"Sister, goodbye."

With the sword at Alleria's neck, Sylvanas had a complicated expression on her face.

Maybe she really never wanted to kill her own sisters.

"Ha ha……"

Before Sylvanas could take action, the exhausted Alleria disappeared with a look of hatred in her eyes.

There was no shadow, no void, only arcane powder all over the ground.

"Banshee, you have become 'me'."

Standing up suddenly, Arthas slashed at Sylvanas with his sword.

Sylvanas easily blocked the attack with her sword, and said with relief: "Thank you, Arthas Menethil."

"But I will never regret starting this war."

"If we don't take action, the alliance will take action sooner or later."

As the last breath... dissipated, Arthas was speechless, but he still left with a look of disdain.

Even if he dies...he is still "him"!