The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"What did you say? Lor'themar was captured by Lordaeron!"

"It's like this, Liadrin and I have no idea what's going on."

"We can only come back to you for help, Chieftain."

When Thrall was about to find the Alliance to ask what was going on.

A portal opened next to Liadrin, and Aqiang, who had been taken away, walked out of it.

"Great Chief, we must attack Icecrown Citadel immediately."

"The combined forces of Lordaeron, Kul Tiras, and Nerub."

"They have already built an outpost there to block the attack of the Scourge."

"Varian has led his army to support us. We fought against the Lich King together."

When he saw Thrall, Lor'themar quickly told him what he had seen and heard during his time away.

The Alliance established a foothold first, and as a coalition force, the Horde was one step behind.

Lor'themar estimated that after he returned this time, some members of parliament would begin to criticize him for his unsteady stance.

On the alliance side, Mathias notified others.

Arrived at the Silver Dawn station and found Tirion Fordring.

"Arthas went to attack Icecrown Citadel this morning, and Varian went to support him."

"Can they hold it? Why don't they discuss it with us first?"

Although Tirion was mumbling, he was gathering the troops and preparing to lead them to provide support.

"We must rescue them immediately. Assemble the Silver Crusade!"

"Don't worry, Tirion. We have established a secure outpost."

Also a portal, but next to Tirion.

Varian came out happily and comforted him.

"Holy Light, you are back safely."

"How are Arthas and the others doing? Varian."

Not focusing on whether the outpost was real, Tirion asked Varian if the others were safe.

He has been very worried since he learned the news.

"I'm here to ask for your support. We have secured the outpost."

"Now we just need to dispatch some troops to support the outpost while we eliminate the undead outside Icecrown Citadel."

"We just need to defeat the enemies inside Icecrown Citadel. This is a very rare opportunity."

At this time, Tirion calmed down completely.

"This is our chance to end the Lich King. We must act now."

"Then we should contact the tribe and lead the army to attack Icecrown Citadel together."

"You are right, Tirion. I will notify the Horde now."

Fifteen minutes later, in the coalition meeting hall.

"There is no time to waste, Varian."

"Our tribe and your alliance will each lead a direction to attack Icecrown Citadel."

"The battlefield is changing rapidly, and we must act now."

After confirming the news was true, the Horde Chieftain Thrall spoke first.

"We agree with you, Sal."

"I hope you won't let us down this time."

"Otherwise, the Alliance would rather deal with the Scourge alone."

After looking at Thrall solemnly, Varian issued a warning to the Horde on behalf of the Alliance.

The loss of the Gate of Wrath last time and the civil strife among the Forsaken severely damaged the Alliance.

In the Battle of Undercity, he successfully killed all the orcs, but only beheaded the Great Apothecary Putres.

Thrall promised Varian: "There will be no more accidents, please trust us."

"We the Horde only hope to coexist peacefully with the Alliance. War is not our wish."

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"Haha, I didn't expect that we could defend this outpost by ourselves."

"Don't be proud, Tanred."

"As long as there are corpses, the Scourge will never be able to kill them all."

Arthas simply patted Tanred on the shoulder, as he looked very happy.

Brother-in-law, your sister is here, take care of yourself.

Arthas raised his hand and Tanred was frozen into an ice man.

Then he waved his hand and asked a free nerub spider to deal with the ice.

"Jaina, come and have a drink of water and take a rest."

"I've rested enough. Now I'm going to fight the undead."

Seeing Jaina coming to his side, Arthas flattered.

After saying that, he ran to the front position to demonstrate the power of holy light.

A blue chair condensed, and Jaina sat on it, drank a sip of water, and took a rest.

When reinforcements arrived, she found a place to rest.

The king was tactful, she just sat there and continued to summon the water element.

The spell has not been cast, and the Lordaeron coalition still needs to replenish its troops.

There are too many Scourge troops, and now we have to rely on the Azeroth Alliance for support.

Varian and Lor'themar still have a good reputation, so just let yourself be lazy for a while and drink some water.

Water elements, fight for me!

"I embrace the Light again, Marwyn."

"Yes, Farak, I didn't expect that we could escape the prince's control."

"These years, I have been filled with sin."

"Don't worry, Farric. Let us fight hard to atone for our sins."

"I hope that this time, the prince can rest in peace completely."

"Well, Your Highness probably doesn't want this either."

The two lieutenants of the Lich King who had successfully lightforged were chatting while killing undead on the front line.

"It's all the Lich King's fault, isn't it, my brother?"

A big hand suddenly appeared and firmly held down Falric who was chatting with Marwyn.

Another warhammer flew to the front of the position, purifying the skeleton warriors rushing over with holy light.

"Get rid of? Falric, Marwyn, what are you talking about?"

"I'm very interested. Tell me more about the prince."

The frightened Falric turned around and saw a familiar person, and wanted to kneel down to meet the King of Lordaeron.

However, no matter how hard he tried, a big hand held him firmly.

Marvian next to me just wanted to say, me too, brother.

"Your Majesty, we still need to resist the attacks of the undead."

"Farric is right, Your Majesty, we must fight bravely against the enemy."

Arthas remained indifferent to the two people's attempts to change the subject.

"Don't worry, look, aren't the undead blocked by me?"

"Let's have a good chat now that we've met again. It's been a long time since we last met."

The two Lightforged lieutenants twitched their lips, thinking, don’t you have us too?

As for talking to us, you are indeed nothing like the prince.

"Okay, I won't scare you anymore."

"Don't waste your talents, now go to another place you defend."

"Help them organize their defenses. Do it well, for Lordaeron."

Presumably, when one sees oneself, good things will happen.

Now, it's my turn to perform.

"Holy Light is the strongest! Scourge, the power of Holy Light is coming!"

He grasped the hammer forward and raised it high into a sword.

Arthas, with the holy light, charged and randomly slashed at an unlucky Sarain.

Those who can block my three full-strength swords will be picked up and thrown into the Light Casting Ceremony for transformation.

If they can't be stopped, we can only send them to the Shadow Realm with reluctance.

This is what it means: life can be stopped, but death cannot be stopped.

War is so cruel. May the holy light bless you, the unknown innocent souls.

In your next life, I hope you can be reborn in a peaceful world and live happily.

The lightforged version of Falric and the human version of Falric met, this was the choice of fate.

"Hello, my other self."

"Nice to meet you, bro."

The two held each other's hands tightly and saw through each other's thoughts at a glance.

Since we are all here, let’s set up the defense line together.

Falric just wanted to say that it was so easy with the help of another self, and King Arthas did a good job!

The human version of Marwyn just wants to say, I think exactly the same as you, Brother Falric!