The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"I know you outsiders can't understand that there is only one fixed path to saving the world."

Born from the shadows, a black energy knight with a shadowy aura all over his body slowly said: "But we will also give you certain opportunities."

"Since you have come to this world, there must be a place for you."

"When the battle between light and darkness begins again on this land..."

"If a war breaks out, we will definitely keep the enemy out."

With a swing of his hammer, Arthas burst out with holy light and rushed towards the shadow man with a large group of paladins behind him.

"In the name of Holy Light, brothers, follow me!"

"Evil, your words are fallacies!"

"Any evil will feel the warmth from the light!"

"In front of the Ashbringer, only ashes will be left."

"No evil dares to act presumptuously in the face of justice!"

"Before us lies a sunny avenue full of light and hope!"

……

Seeing a large group of men and some brave women using holy light or some non-holy light power to attack the new professionals who were attracting hatred.

The two people who stood quietly with the six dreadlords and the two invisible men were greatly surprised.

"Lord Tichondrius, what is going on?"

"Oh? Prince Arthas, you're not going to be called Laoti anymore?"

Knowing that the "veil" between the two sides had been torn apart unknowingly, Arthas said calmly: "Lao Ti, what's going on?"

After saying this, he lowered his head and warned the "lively and cheerful" Sylvanas who had her mouth covered.

She didn't know how to be careful when she spoke, and she even wanted to interrupt and join in the holy light explosion not far away...

"It's not a big deal actually. Following the guidance of the shadow will be very beneficial to us, right?"

Ignoring the five "sinister" Dreadlord brothers behind him with different expressions, Tichondrius said affectionately: "This is the destiny for you and us!"

"You become the Lich King you want to be, and we will bring Lord Archimonde back to this world."

"In any case, this result is in the common interests of us, you, and these shadows."

After hearing these open words and seeing the inviting hand, Arthas suddenly had an idea... a light bulb went off in his head.

"So, although Shadow Void has a great advantage on the surface now, after the result is determined, it will be a multi-party game?"

"Gaming? That's a good word."

Anetheron, the second-in-command of the Burning Legion's dreadlords, gave praise.

"Indeed, we are just following this established result."

The third in command, Mephistroth bowed slightly and dispersed the mess of holy light on his body.

"Yes, yes, we are still allied partners at the moment."

Strong but not fat, Detherock nodded in agreement.

"But, since such a secret has been made public, Your Highness, shouldn't you do something?"

Waving his hands enthusiastically, Varimathras wanted Arthas to share some secrets.

"Yes, Your Highness Arthas, because you don't seem to be the one who returned home, right?"

There was a flash of green in his eyes, and Balnazar spoke in a very normal tone.

"My powerful Death Knight, the six of us are risking our lives to help you two."

Using his tall body, Tichondrius planned to settle the score at this final moment.

It was a mess, but that didn't stop the six Dreadlords who came to visit for business from signing a smooth cooperation "agreement".

"I finally understand that it is a lie that Archimonde and Kil'jaeden cannot come to Azeroth."

"You, the Dreadlords, have the strength of demigods and can break through the so-called 'barrier', but this lie did affect a certain dark titan."

Grabbing the hand of the extremely surprised Tichondrius, Arthas dragged the elf in his arms while talking...

"However, although we have a basis for cooperation, I don't want to cooperate with any of you this time."

He suddenly let go of his hand, and a particularly loud sword clang sounded from his waist.

"Chaos has its uses."

With a flash of cold light, Frostmourne was unsheathed, and a dwarf Holy Light warrior twitched his ears and leaped out from the crowd of Holy Light heroes.

"Kids, the last time I went back to the city with you, you two ran away without saying anything!"

Golden thunder flashed on the hammer, and Muradin smashed it with great force, sending it flying through the air in front of Mephistroth.

"In front of the throne of Lordaeron, I... But Arthas, the bond between us as master and disciple is unbreakable!"

"That's true, but you and His Highness Proudmoore's act of stealing the coin from the wishing well broke Calia's heart."

A holy arrow shot away the rune sword that Anetheron had just raised in his hand, and the Holy Light Ranger hurried over here.

However, a holy machete followed closely behind.

"Your Highness, look!"

"This is the Ashbringer. It recognizes me!"

Alexandros, wearing blue and silver armor, brandished a flaming machete and slashed at Tichondrius, whose face was ashen.

"And you three, just like that... let's end it."

With one sword, Arthas broke the defense, carrying Sylvanas in his arms, passed through the three dreadlords, and raised his hand to wipe the sword.

"Frostmourne can't kill you, but that's what I want."

Throwing the ranger in his arms, Arthas turned around and swung a few powerful blows.

The biting cold wind slashed the sword, either horizontally, obliquely or in a cross shape, piercing through the armor and bodies of the three dreadlords one by one.

Some of the emerald blood of fel energy and the pitch-black blood of death leaked out but did not gushed out like a fountain. The extremely cold power of death prevented this from happening.

Seeing the three old acquaintances torn apart and speechless, he sighed: "You three are now just three clown devils in front of someone as strong as me."

Whoosh, whoosh, three balls of fire fell from the sky, turning the Dreadlord who wanted to leave a last word into three balls of ashes.

They turned around in circles, Sylvanas' eyes flashed with blue light, and she raised her sword and slashed at Mephistroth.

Now that the situation has become like this, what can she do?

Add the acceleration magic and start chopping them down one by one!

"Lao Ti, don't blame me, you have to make the ultimate sacrifice for our friendship!"

With a loud shout, Arthas stepped on the frost road, leaping up with a scarlet blood on his body.

"Anaselon, this is the last mercy Lao Ti gives you!"

Seeing Arthas gathering a fatal blow to slash at his brother, Tichondrius' eyes were red with anger: "Arthas!"

"Arthas, you just..."

"I once saw a Nathrezim. He was easy to deceive. I liked him..."

"But Mr. Dreadlord, have you ever heard of a sword technique that falls from the sky?"

Standing in the sky, with Frostmourne in his hand as red as fire, Arthas couldn't help but kindly ask this question to the legendary demon who was about to be defeated.

At the same time, a holy hammer pierced through Anetheron's chest when he swung his sword to fight head-on.

"What...when did you..."

There was no response. Arthas, who suddenly appeared here, drew out the holy hammer and leaped back one step.

The next second, he said, "Anaselon, I'm so sorry."

After saying that, Alsace turned around and said, "After all, he seems to know me."

With a bang, his light blue cloak fluttered in the sudden and violent gust of wind.

Back to Anaselon, the sharp scarlet magic sword split his body from the upper left to the lower right, dividing it into two parts.

call!

Another gust of wind blew, and Arthas shook off Frostmourne, dispersing the blood aura and devouring the remnants of Anetheron.

And he, the black cloak behind him also moved with the wind.

However, after killing four Nathrezim, he discovered a peculiar problem.

These Dreadlords, after they died, looked like...

"Sylvanas, what on earth are you..."

Drawing out the Windrunner Glaive, Sylvanas said disdainfully: "Mephistroth, you are such a loser."

"Yes, little girl, but how did you become like this?"

"Master Muradin, I don't know the reason either."

Bending down and clapping her hands with Muradin, Sylvanas casually threw a fire and gave a thumbs up to the purple-robed Proudmoore in the sky.

Leave professional matters to professionals. Although her brain may not be that good, her abilities are still top-notch at this time.

And when we first met...

It's strange, how come it happens except for the first few times.

Recently, I am basically a legendary wizard? !

"what!"

With a loud bang, two men, one tall and one short, an elf and a dwarf, jumped away, leaving only the shattered debris... and ashes on the spot.

"Tichondrius, face me!"

"Alexandros Mograine, you are but a lucky creature of the Light."

With a solemn expression, Tichondrius looked at the four legendary opponents in front of him, and a flash of fear flashed across his face that only he...

He suddenly opened his sharp teeth, his eyes were filled with evil green light, and he laughed wildly.

“Hahahahahaha!”

"I really want to thank you for taking care of my biggest concern."

"But a legendary bug is just a bug in front of a demigod!"

However, Sylvanas turned her head and looked at Windrunner who was about to leave and said, "Sylvanas, help me!"

"No matter what, Vereesa is my good 'sister'."

She placed emphasis on the word "sister".

"Okay, okay, abnormal Sylvanas Windrunner."

"How dare you ignore me!"

Thunderbolts roared, and Muradin threw the hammer in his hand and said, "Demon, feel the power of the 'bug' you are talking about!"

Sylvanas jumped up and swung her sword, saying, "Take my sword!"

Putting away the longbow, Wind Walker drew his sword and said, "Heh... look at the sword!"

After four strikes, Alexandros said, "Then I'll follow up with one strike!"

"You ants, you really don't know what's good for you!"

……

"Another me, do you have anything to say to me?"

Looking at the Shadow Knight who was beaten but not destroyed, Arthas looked straight at the back of his other self and said, "It's nothing, because I know you."

"But I have a guess now. In this world, the person who can meet you may not be me."

With a hearty smile, Arthas burst out in one step, turned into holy light and rushed towards the battlefield where the Shadow Knights were focusing their fire, and left three sentences before that.

"Well, do whatever you want, unfortunate Arthas."

"But whether you know me or not, I will definitely teach you a lesson, because my eyes can understand your intention to teach me a lesson."

"Not strong enough. What can you do with just the blessing of 'Holy Light'?"

Arthas did not say much about this.

Who can understand his suffering?

Although he surpassed his original self in a very short time, his own "talent" suffocated him.

Because after experiencing powerful strength time and time again, and seeing some of Jaina's "cheating" abilities,

He felt deeply powerless from the bottom of his heart...but legend is a threshold.

At least when he returns to his original world, that threshold will not be the same as it is now for him, it is almost equivalent to non-existent threshold.

However, once he surpasses that threshold on his own, he believes that he will...

Without thinking too much, he rode on Invincible and hid himself.

Relying on the invisible power of death, he flew into the sky in a very low-key manner.

"Your Highness, they haven't discovered it yet..."

"Okay, Ada."

Waving his hand, Arthas said: "It's not that they didn't find it, but they gave me a decent way down."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he turned to the loyal ghost beside him and said, "Ada, thank you for your hard work."

"Your Highness, I..."

"Of course, the Shadow Knight probably didn't find any important information."

"That old man, he had already... No, I'm not here to see you."

"Lao Ke, I have been preparing for you for such a long time..."

With his right hand pressed to his mouth like a trumpet, Arthas said, "By the way, Old Ke! Where are you?!"

"Come out and chat, it's safe for now...Besides, I don't have any other options now."

Kel'Thuzad, who was hiding in a conspicuous place, couldn't help but be puzzled.

"Lao Ke, don't force me... ahem, I am..."

"Your Highness Menethil, I am here."

"Oh! What are you doing hiding behind the cloud?"

At this time, Wudi snorted.

"Look at Wudi, it's time to get down to business."

……

"Holy Light, my hands are almost sore from chopping."

A tall and handsome paladin in full armor waved his hand outside the holy light concentration area.

"Do you think you can beat me in this world?"

"If you don't want to accept the fate that fate has given you, then give me..."

"This person who looks like my brother and has no idea what kind of dragon or shadow element he is, what you said is very problematic."

With a whoosh, Arthas pierced the heart of this "shadow" that looked like him with a sword.

However, the Shadow Knight seemed unmoved, and turned his head in confusion, "I'm here to help you, Arthas."

Seeing him ignore the limits of the human body and turn his head casually, Arthas said helplessly: "Until now, my mind is still quite confused, so I don't want to pretend anymore."

"So, you are not who you were before...but when did this happen?!"

Giving a thumbs up to Sylvanas who was practicing some sword techniques and fighting with a sword, Arthas said, "Brother, we'll talk again next time if we meet again!"

"Arthas: It's no use. Go back to the game immediately."

"Ginana: Received the order, click the button.

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"Ke Xiaona: It seems you don't need my reminder.

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At this time, Sylvanas said anxiously: "Arthas, wait a moment... I..."

At the same time, Shadow Knight said: "Haha, I hope... so... "

"This... this is really unexpected, Lao Ti!"

Pointing his sword at the old acquaintance on the small "platform", Arthas couldn't help but reveal a particularly healthy smile.

"Oh, Prince Arthas, do you know me?"

"More than knowing each other, I even want to kill you, the dreadlord who only cares about his own pleasure, with one sword!"

"It's true that I killed your brother, but from the looks of it, it looks like I was just going on vacation."

"Arthas Menethil, what are you talking about?!"

"Let it develop and be ready at any time...you are a cruel and heartless person who likes to betray your teammates!"

"This is... a really unexpected development."

Pointing casually at Arthas, Tichondrius's face slowly lost its surprise and became calm but relaxed.

But in the next second, his face changed and he said, "Ner'zhul, you actually betrayed the Burning Legion!"

With a whoosh, a beam of evil energy shot out from the index finger of his right hand.

"Ner'zhul: My lord, I am loyal to the Burning Legion!"

"Yes, it was this Shadowmoon bastard who betrayed the Scourge!"

"Ner'zhul: ???"

"Ginana: I discovered that your father, my husband, does have memories!

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"Ke Xiaona: How many times has she said this or behaved like this?

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"Look at the sword, Dark Lord!"

"Haha, you will regret your decision to betray the Legion!"

……

"Come, have a drink first, Jaina."

"Mother, I...I..."

"What's wrong, my dear girl?"

Returning to her room, a "speechless" and helpless Jaina reached out to take the coffee and said, "It's okay, mother, it's quite sweet."

"My dear daughter, you haven't drunk yet."

"Well, mother, I drink now."