The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Wake up, stop pretending to be asleep, we are all watching you!"

"Feel the power of frost!"

At the call of a charred king who was frozen into ice, the reborn Lana'thel woke up.

She looked at her fair and delicate skin and the white wings on her body with lifeless eyes.

"I have finally escaped from the control of the Lich King. Thank you, heroes."

"You are wrong, Lana'thel! You still have to accept the orders of me, Arthas!"

As soon as the enthusiastic brother Varian broke the ice, Jaina fired another shot.

The accurate hit hit the shivering Arthas, and without hurting any innocent people, Arthas was frozen again by Jaina.

The Alsatian ice sculpture, with its arms outstretched and shouting, is lifelike.

Varian, who was standing next to the ice sculpture, twitched his mouth, held his forehead and walked away without any thoughts.

I shouldn't have helped you, Arthas. Not only are you different from the one I know, you also often amuse yourself.

Trouble comes from the mouth, how can you not understand this truth! My poor brother.

However, it was the turn of the skilled Lor'themar to take action.

"Lanathel, welcome back to the sin'dorei."

"Where is Prince Kael'thas? Lor'themar, why didn't he come?"

"I'm sorry, Lana'thel, that's a harrowing story."

"Please listen to me and I will tell you slowly..."

"That's it, Lana'thel. I won't bother you any more."

Leaving the angel elf in a daze, Lor'themar finally came to the three neglected princes.

"Varana, Keleses and Prince Taldaram, long time no see."

"On behalf of the blood elves, I welcome you home."

"It's good to meet you, Lor'themar."

"Brother, I was right about you. You have successfully revived our homeland."

"It is my unshirkable duty to devote my strength to the sin'dorei again."

……

While Lor'themar was chatting animatedly with the three princes, a king once again broke the ice.

This time it was his two loyal lieutenants who helped him escape from that cold cage.

"I am resurrected with full blood!"

"Jaina, don't do this, listen to my explanation!"

After quickly dodging the freezing spell, Arthas rushed forward and hugged Jaina.

In public, in full view of everyone, he bravely kissed her.

In the silent scarlet hall, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Only the sounds of the king and queen smacking their lips echoed in the hall.

At this moment, Liadrin and Valeera secretly made up their minds.

It's not impossible to do this for love.

But, like these two, it's a shame.

It is still difficult for me to be as brave as Arthas and not care about the world's opinions.

Lor'themar and Varian felt a chill on their backs, as if someone wanted to do something to them.

Jaina, who was in an enraged state, calmed down at this moment, and her little face instantly turned red.

Unable to bear the meaningful gazes from others, the shy Jaina could only lift up the shameless Arthas with both hands.

A shoulder throw knocked him unconscious. This king was so ungrateful.

"Don't look at it, just do your own thing."

"I'm sorry he was so out of tune..."

Covering her red face with her hands, Jaina's voice became lower and lower, muttering as softly as a mosquito.

Finally, a world was created in which only the power of Menethil was damaged.

The master escaped the mistress's spell, but he was frozen.

In the Frostwing Lair in the Dragon Zone, the raiding force representing the righteous forces of Azeroth arrived here.

Directly in front of them, there was a group of Vikus guarding the place.

In this familiar place in Alsace, he, who claimed to be the commander-in-chief of the raiding army, was filled with emotion.

A familiar place, familiar enemies, but the five familiar Judges of Ashes were missing.

They had clearly fought together, but in order to prevent them from being killed by the Valkyrie Shyvana, I had to clear the Icecrown Citadel again and again.

On the Allied gunboat that was fighting the Scourge in the sky above Icecrown Citadel, five warriors sneezed at the same time.

Death Knight Krok Deathslayer, Human Captain Brandon, Elf Captain Anas, Dwarf Captain Grondir and Forsaken Captain Rupert all touched their noses again.

The five people were thinking at the same time, wondering who was talking about him.

Frostwing Lair, following the instructions of the commanders of the raiding army, they went into battle with the Scourge.

"For Lordaeron!"

The first one to rush forward was actually Maerlan. As a paladin, her desire to fight was so strong.

In fact, what she was thinking was, wow, finally I don’t have to be a therapist anymore!

My wish is to die on the battlefield, wrapped in my horsehide. Undead, accept the revenge of the Holy Light!

"Lok'tar Ogar!"

Dranosh, who rushed forward second, said, I can't let a woman lead the charge, it's too hurtful to my self-esteem.

Wait for me, warrior, I'm coming too, my battle axe wants to drink the blood of the Scourge.

The Lordaeron men's group consisting of Valdemar, Jordan and the king's four lieutenants who followed closely behind also said, Orcs, get out of our way!

Can you run slower? We haven't caught up yet!

Although they were indeed running fast, Varian, riding on the Invincible, was the first to kill the Ymiravikul warriors in front of the gate.

Ghost Wolf Varian proved with his actions that he was the one who rushed the hardest and fastest.

And his advisor Valeera was the second to arrive. There shouldn't be any big problems with the Invincible carrying two people.

They have a purely friendly relationship, said Anduin's dear stepmother.

With the support of flying air troops, the blood elves are not to be outdone.

Archmages Rommath and Isaacs, and the mage troops behind them, came over with their huge fireballs.

The blazing fireballs were knocked away by the mages, causing hundreds of Vrykul warriors to be engulfed by the raging flames.

The fiery red armor of the blood elves matches the flames very well. To quote a certain big screw, it is to let the flames purify everything.

"Foolish Korok, you brought my reinforcements."

Dranosh, who is also an orc, was confused and asked, "Sister, are you face-blind?"

I'm not Crook! Never mind, I'll hit you with my axe so you can wake up.

Dranosh misunderstood, thinking that the tall Val'kyr was having an affair with Korok.

"Brave intruders, use your death to serve the Lich King!"

Dranosh leaped forward and struck with the combined power of holy light and rage, knocking down the Ymirjar Valkyrie Shyvana.

"The Holy Light will bring you back to your senses, Shyvana."

"I believe Korok will be very happy to see you come to your senses."

Arthas, who has regained his former glory, brings Jaina and descends from the sky on the Glacial Tide.

Since you want to compete with Krok for favor so much and miss him so much, I think you two are great.

Then I will spare your life, be a good person to the end, and help you two get married.

I hope Korok and you will accept this gift. It doesn’t matter if you don’t accept it. I just want to watch the show.

The Holy Light is willing to guide you, the souls who have gone astray. Please accept the love of the Mother of Holy Light.

A ray of holy light descended from the sky and enlightened the Val'kyr, and there was one more warrior of the Holy Light.

The Vikus are truly fearless warriors who would rather die than surrender.

There are only ten of you who have received the blessing of the Holy Light, and my Holy Light Vykul Legion is gone.

The sad Arthas could only quickly let go of the grief of his shattered dreams.

Take these ten Vikus with you and follow the main force that is already attacking.

"The intruder broke into the inner chamber."

"Hurry up and destroy that green dragon!"

"Leave the dragon tendons and bones for resurrection!"

"Heroes, please help me quickly."

"I...I can't hold them back any longer."

"Please treat my wounds."

My fellow green dragon, Dreamwalker Valithria, healing is a piece of cake!

It’s a good match for your major, okay?

(；one_one)

"Brothers of the Raiders, follow me!"

"Let them see the power of the Supreme Holy Light!"

After saying these heroic words, Arthas waved his hand and led the assault troops to fire beams of holy light.

These rays of light jumped into Valithria's wound with joy.

King Arthas of Lordaeron, I just want to say, this is professionalism!