The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Arthas moved a chair and sat down, then took the magic bread handed to him by Jaina.

Sitting behind him was his mother-in-law, Catherine, and in front of him were three bound captives representing silence.

On the left side are a group of expeditionary forces and naval generals, including Falric, Marwyn, Luke, Luke Valenfors, Sassarian, and Captain Drane.

On the right side are a group of Scarlet Vanguard generals, including Bridget, Jordan Stillwell, Bishop Street, and high-ranking monk Landre.

"Have you thought it through? My patience is limited. Five minutes have already passed."

"If you keep dragging your feet, I'll have no choice but to throw you back into the prisoner camp."

"I just don't know when your leader will come to redeem you."

Why don't the two people next to me ask? I'm a night elf and I don't know much about Prince Arthas of Lordaeron. Lynor Windspear feels very depressed.

Is it really okay for you, a former member of the Knights of the Silver Hand and an undead who was killed by Arthas's soldiers, to remain silent?

Forget it, it’s better to rely on yourself than on others. Let me ask first.

Lynor Windspear raised his head and asked Arthas softly, "Are you really Prince Arthas Menethil?"

Hearing this, Arthas took out the power of Menethil, infused it with holy light and transformed it into a hammer form.

"Of course, you must have been to the Frostmourne Cave, so you should know this hammer."

"This is the Revenge of Holy Light that you are talking about. If you know some inside information."

"Then you should be very familiar with the weapon forged by the Ebon Blade Knights, Shadowmourne."

Lynor Windspear carefully observed the power of Menethil and compared it with the image of the Light's Revenge in his memory.

"Indeed. Then, respectful Prince of Lordaeron, may I ask how you got here?"

"I was brought here by a golden light. Jaina and I were leading the team north to Northrend. The golden light suddenly appeared on the way, and we are here now."

"Your Highness, I have no problems for the time being."

It turns out to be Arthas Menethil after he purified Stratholme. Why is Jaina still with him?

Shouldn't he be deeply influenced by the rage of hatred and embark on the path of depravity? Lainor Windspear was puzzled.

Good, someone is taking the lead in the conversation, which is a good sign.

Two minutes passed, and Eligor Dawnbringer and High Executor Roth still didn't ask any questions.

This is too much. How dare you ignore me, the Crown Prince of Lordaeron? Even Uther doesn't dare to do that. Do you two know that?

Arthas stood up, summoned a ball of holy light from his hands, and walked towards Eligor Dawnbringer.

"Erigor, my former brother, look at this holy light and answer my questions."

"As paladins, the holy light in our hands is the best proof, isn't it?"

Feeling the firm will contained in this holy light, Eligor Dawnbringer still said nothing and kept his face sluggish.

Because Eligor Dawnbringer believed that since the lunatics and dreadlords of the Scarlet Crusade could use the Holy Light, previous experience was outdated.

We must keep pace with the times, strengthen our faith in the Holy Light, and summarize new experiences to find the truth.

Arthas in front of him still couldn't escape suspicion, and he had to be said to be really stupid.

Normally, holy light of that intensity can be released continuously for half an hour. It would be strange if there were other abilities in the body. Too smart for his own good.

I am so angry, I am such a stubborn donkey. I don't have much time, I need to find out what time it is quickly.

Arthas did not obtain any first-hand intelligence from Catherine.

All I know is that it has not been long since the Blue Dragon Nexus Rebellion, the Gate of Wrath and the Battle of Undercity.

I don't know whether the Alliance and the Horde are dealing with the issue in Ulduar or holding the Trial of the Crusader.

Or maybe the Jaina and Sylvanas of this world went to Icecrown Citadel to gather information and prepare for a decisive battle with the Lich King.

The Scarlet Vanguard in this world is really unreliable. We only know that the Alliance and the Horde have not yet entered Icecrown Citadel.

I guess it was just my luck that Bridget hadn't been assassinated by the Alliance or the Horde yet.

As the Lich King, I, the Alliance and the Horde, have been purified by the plague that spread in important cities.

Big brother, don't laugh at second brother. So many years have passed. Don't you learn from the lessons of Lordaeron being destroyed by the Scourge plague?

You haven't been able to produce the antidote yet, and many people have been transformed into undead and purified by you.

Since you still don't say anything, I can only use my ultimate skill. I am not the Stratholme Butcher Arthas Menethil you think I am.

He held Jaina in his arms and touched her secretly.

Over to you, Jaina, go ahead, my trump card!

After glaring at Arthas angrily, Jaina understood and released the image of purifying Stratholme.

As for the soldiers of the expeditionary force, they were moved when they saw this video but held back their words.

They all who had received the news a long time ago agreed that this was just an image modified by Princess Jaina.

"This is truly a miracle of the Holy Light! If we could develop an antidote so quickly, there would be no Stratholme..."

Before Eligor Dawnbringer could finish his words, Arthas interrupted the stubborn donkey.

"Come on, the reason is that you are all trash."

"Lordaeron was destroyed by the Scourge. If the antidote for the plague had not been developed, Bolvar and his entire army would not have perished at the Gate of Wrath."

Now Eligor Dawnbringer was completely convinced that the prince before him was his former brother and not an imposter.

Eligor Dawnbringer paused and said excitedly: "Welcome back, His Highness Arthas."

"I don't know, you all need to know some news."

"As long as it doesn't involve the secrets of the Alliance and the Silver Dawn, I can tell you everything."

Nodding, Arthas turned to look at the tribal representatives.

"I, High-ranking Executor Roth, am willing to do the same as this Paladin of the Silver Dawn, Your Highness."

After some questioning, Arthas confirmed that the current time point is when the Alliance and the Horde are preparing to march into Ulduar.

In order to resolve the threat posed by the Old God Yogg-Saron, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde discussed major plans in Dalaran not long ago at the call of Rhonin.

Then, Jaina Proudmoore, who took her pendant, should still be in a meeting there. I want to make good use of this information gap.

"That's right, then I'll let you go back, and we'll go help later."

"Okay, Your Highness, thank you for your selfless help."

After the three led the captives away, Jaina asked Arthas: "We are going directly to Ulduar. Do you need me to open a portal?"

"They just told me the coordinates around Ulduar. There are several stable magic nodes there. I can open the door and go there at any time."

Arthas shook his head and said to everyone, "Let's go later. If we go now, our situation will only be very embarrassing."

"Let's deal with those captured undead first, then we'll go back to Lordaeron and quickly deal with Balnazzar."

"It's best to recruit all the Scarlet Crusaders and other living forces."

"After we deal with these problems, if there is still time, we will return to Northrend to help deal with Ulduar."

"We must make good use of this information gap and strive for more power. Otherwise, even if we defeat the Lich King, the restoration of Lordaeron will be restricted by the Horde."

"Even those members of the alliance may do something shady. We must prepare for the worst."

Jaina and I can only stay in this world for twenty days, and perhaps we can only barely establish a basic foundation.

The responsibility of reviving Lordaeron will be left to those of you who remain. Now it is time to deal with the captured Scourge.