The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

There was a flash of holy light ahead, and a huge abomination had its belly pierced, falling down unwillingly.

"The Holy Light is with you!"

"Hold the line, brothers."

It was Arthas who held the front line and cleared out the invading evil enemies.

At this time, Arthas was thinking about what was the point of continuing to defend.

The army's foothold had been established, the defensive lines had been built, and they were still fighting a war of attrition with the Scourge.

He is really stupid. He has not learned his lesson and should take the initiative.

I want to do bigger things. The coalition forces have made greater contributions, and I will feel more at ease after I leave.

I, Arthas, don't talk nonsense. I'll just do what I think.

Leaving Anub'arak with his soldiers to defend, Arthas carried away his wife who summoned the water element first.

Then he entrusted the important task of defense to his three trusted generals: Bridget, Tanred and Kiliks.

He also took away Dranosh, who had successfully forged the Light, and Mallan, Jordan, and Valdemar, who were eager to fight.

They dragged away three siblings who were sneaking around in the rear, as well as four adjutants who were commanding at the front.

In the end, he carried away the six Allied warriors who had just come to support him without even a sip of water.

You said there is no commander defending the front line? Wrong, there are still generals like Luke.

Captain Drane of Kul Tiras and two Thassarians took over as frontline commanders.

After playing for so long, it's time to change defense.

In memory of the soldiers who died in battle, other soldiers must cherish their own lives.

"Lor'themar, are you just going to watch and shoot arrows?"

"Hold on, Liadrin. Now is our chance to make great achievements."

Liadrin was very dissatisfied as she was forced to stand next to Lor'themar who was drawing his bow and shooting arrows.

She should have charged forward and purified these damned undead souls with her burning holy light.

Instead, cast Holy Light spells here to heal friendly forces.

Although she used to be a priest, she now longs for close combat and a fierce battle.

"The Regent is right. We are here on behalf of the tribe."

Archmage Aethas looked down upon Baroness Liadrin's complaints.

As a mage, it is so reassuring to be protected by powerful allies.

He could output as much as he wanted without any worries, and he agreed with what Lor'themar said.

"Issus, we are resting in disgrace while others are fighting valiantly."

Romanth, who was also a great wizard, objected loudly.

Although they came on behalf of the Horde, they came more because of the friendly relationship between Lor'themar and Arthas.

Thrall sent the blood elves to support him, and then he led the Horde, Silver Dawn and Alliance to attack Icecrown Citadel.

"You're not right, Romance. We have contributed as well."

"That's enough! This is the result of a fair draw. We must obey the organization's arrangements."

As the regent of the blood elves, Lor'themar still has great authority.

With just one scolding, the three blood elf leaders quieted down and continued to perform their long-range attack duties.

Yes, four blood elves being carried on their heads by a massive glacial tide.

They are playing to their respective strengths, and the Elf Turret deserves its title.

In the middle of the team, he served as long-range firepower together with Jaina, Mallan, Raven and Nass, clearing out the undead rushing towards him from all directions.

Why did Liadrin and Maerlan switch to ranged?

Anub'arak in front acts as the team tank, taking damage while charging.

On the left are three guards: Varian, Valeera Sanguinar, and Miss, and on the right are four lieutenants protecting him.

The defense is a strong force consisting of Arthas, Dranosh, Valdemar and Jordan.

The team of twenty people has been fighting their way out since they rushed into the Scourge army.

Only the two abandoned coalition representatives followed Mathias and led the Alliance and Horde-supported troops to defend the outpost.

They were Broll Bearmantle and Halduron Brightwing, who also participated in the draw.

Unfortunately, today is their unlucky day and they are left behind.

"Varian, we are alone in this deep territory, and I think it would be reckless to do so."

Varian, who was standing next to him, was prying Saramaine apart and wielding his swords to smash the surrounding skeleton warriors.

After combining the two swords into one, Varian said solemnly: "This is not reckless, Valeera."

"Arthas is right. Fighting with the Scourge in a war of attrition is the most foolish approach."

"Eliminating the Scourge leader on this level of the outpost can reduce the pressure on our coalition forces."

"We are forced to do this, Valeera. We can only win this time, not lose."

The Scourge on the left side of the team was cleared, and the central group summoned a few water elementals to stay and block other undead.

Seeing that there were no enemies left, Valeera rolled her eyes at Varian.

"Well, Varian, you are absolutely right."

"But we also left behind Broll Bearmantle, and he was so depressed when we left."

Hearing his good friend's words, Varian shrugged helplessly.

"We didn't mean to do that. The Alliance must send someone to lead the soldiers to defend the outpost."

"Isn't there still Mathias? Can't he be responsible?"

"I arranged for Mathias to go to the central government to ask Marshal Bridget for help."

Alas, Valeera sighed and was fed up with Varian, this stubborn person.

"I just want to talk to you and ease the tense atmosphere during the battle."

"That would be my pleasure, Valeera."

Before the heroes could continue their conversation, three loud voices reached their ears.

"I... woke up."

"Who's there?"

"Someone broke into the master's room!"

It was the sound of three huge Deathbinders, and the footsteps of the heroes disturbed their sweet dreams.

As they took their huge axes and marched forward, ready to destroy the invaders.

The equally huge Anub'arak flapped his wings, roared, and stretched out his sharp claws to slash.

After several claw attacks, the three Deathbound Guards were torn in half by Anub'arak, ending their sinful lives.

At the same time, the other nineteen heroes cleared out the surrounding undead.

As they stepped into the gate in front of them, a slashing blow came with a loud and angry sound.

"This is where you begin and end, mortals."

"Don't even think about entering the master's secret room!"

The one who roared these words was a huge skeleton monster, floating in the air, holding a bone sickle in its hand.

Its four huge heads were burning with the dark blue fire of the soul, and were entangled with the resentment of thousands of wronged souls.

The sight of this monster means that the assault team has finally reached the Icecrown Tower after going through many obstacles.

They faced the first boss of the lower level of Icecrown Citadel, Lord Marrowgar, the gatekeeper of the Lich King.

Lord Marrowgar's slash was easily blocked by Anub'arak.

Anub'arak was equally unwilling to be outdone, and condensed a three-meter-long ball of holy light and smashed it towards Lord Marrowgar.

Leaving dozens of summons blocking the door, twenty heroes of Azeroth bravely rushed in.

With a powerful tank leading the way, all we need to do is start output mode.

We will end you, Lord Marrowgar.

Today, justice has come.

Accept the just gang beating. Uh, no, I shouted the wrong thing. Let me say it again.

Accept justice, evil!