The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Demetria cried out in surprise when she saw the evil sword.

"No, this is the magic sword!"

"This is dangerous, put it down, Arthas."

No, she is Jaina now.

Because he was too emotional, he wanted to snatch the magic sword from his lover.

Instead, the transformation spell on her body lost its magic power and dissipated with the wind.

After holding it for a long time, Frostmourne still remained motionless in Arthas's hand.

"That's why, my prince."

Around the two of them were the long-dead Saidan Dasohan and his relatives and friends.

After all, it only took a short time to learn this wonderful method, so of course there was no time to master it.

You can only use magic power superficially to maintain and improve your proficiency.

Except for Bridget who played herself, everyone else returned to their original appearance.

He immediately put down his work, looked around carefully, and prepared to find an opportunity to subdue their king (son-in-law).

But there was another person, who was striding with great momentum and anger, and someone also wanted to seize Frostmourne.

This person is none other than Jaina's biological mother, Arthas's good mother-in-law, Admiral Catherine Proudmoore.

Before, he was very happy to become Kalandra, but when he saw his son-in-law picking up Frostmourne, he became furious.

"Hahaha, this is really funny. You all misunderstood."

"I just took it out to scare Balnazzar. Why are you so excited?"

He was aware of the eyes around him looking at the weapon in his hand, and his mother-in-law Catherine was getting closer and closer to him.

Arthas could only cover his face with one hand and laugh towards the sky.

"Ahem... why are you still looking at me? This Frostmourne is really fake."

Finding that everyone still looked incredulous, Arthas could only watch in public.

Swipe at Balnazzar, Frostmourne, and show them your power.

All that was heard was the sound of a clang as the sword, which exuded an invincible aura, came into close contact with the chain.

It was ejected onto Marwyn, who had previously impersonated Alexandros, and nothing happened.

If you can't even pierce an ordinary Royal Guard armor, what use are you?

Could it be that what you call strength is that you need to use my power to protect yourself so that you can pierce the enemy's body?

"No, you see, even the arcane chains condensed by Jaina can't cut it."

"My good brother, Marvion, do you feel no pain?"

"Well... Your Majesty, it really has no lethal power."

"Your subordinate, I, Marwyn, think it is quite good as a decoration."

No, brother, we are all so nervous, and you tell us this?

With a whoosh, while no one was paying attention, Frostmourne returned to its owner's hands.

In Arthas' hands, the terrifying and oppressive aura once again emanated.

I am the genuine Frostmourne. I will lose the battle even if I lose the fight. If you don’t accept it, come and fight me.

It can actually come back automatically, understand human nature, and recognize its master.

A good weapon, quite useful under certain conditions, a perfect choice for mounting a fork.

At this time, Arthas concentrated the holy light on Frostmourne, and the sword's temperament changed in an instant.

It became holy, like a sword of holy light, born for the holy light.

"As for you, Oryx, I can only give you one choice."

"I believe you are willing to be accepted by the Holy Light again for Lordaeron, brother."

When Frostmourne fell with its burning holy light, Oryx understood.

The prince in front of him was no longer the Prince Arthas that he knew before.

Kneel down and kowtow to your own king. It's not shameful for the sake of Lordaeron.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to spend the rest of my life atonement for the people of Lordaeron."

"Yes, you are worthy of being a loyal subject of Lordaeron."

"Hahaha, you only did it out of necessity before, right?"

He looked at the extremely hot power of holy light above his head.

And there was the mysterious look that Arthas gave him just now.

If I don't accept it, I'll probably just be forced to accept it! Oryx resisted the urge to cry.

"Yes, my Lord, it was the Scourge that forced me to do this."

"Then accept my blessing."

No, why don't you play by the rules? I can't escape it after all, right?

Will I, Aurius Rivendell, be purified by the Holy Light in the end?

You gave me countless hopes, but you extinguished them with your own hands, you shameless villain.

Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go, Arthas, do you hear me?

"Don't worry, my good brother, it won't hurt at all."

"The Holy Light will help you, and you will be reborn soon."

Oryx Rivendell, with a look of grief and anger on his face, had his mouth covered by holy light and could not make any sound.

He hesitantly welcomed the new life bestowed by his king, Arthas, and the bright future of Oryx Redemption Light Rivendell.

As for the Bloody Crusaders, they could only see in the mirror that their faith was being torn apart.

He was hit hard, his eyes were dull, and he was carried away by the rebuilt Lordaeron Royal Guard.

After all, King Arthas is kind and cannot do such a cruel thing.

What's more, it was the Lich King Arthas who held Frostmourne. What does it have to do with the pirated sword of the King of Lordaeron?

Such a human-like weapon, whenever I use you in the future, you are the genuine one.

Certified by the King of Lordaeron and officially produced, it must be a top quality product.

Perhaps, this is the beginning of your glorious road. Do you think I am right, Frostmourne?

The pirated Frostmourne trembled all over, like a poor kitten.

She could only tremble softly a few times and then obediently stick to the palm of Arthas' hand to show her approval.

I am the master's personal sword, so what? I am in the master's hands. Of course there is no problem!

Brother Hammer, do you think I'm right?

Le Se, I have only one word for you: Get out!

……

With a clang, a door was kicked open roughly.

In an instant, the door broke into pieces and flew in all directions with a whoosh.

In the room, there was a demon bound by chains woven with holy light, with only its hideous head exposed.

"My good friend, Mal'Ganis, I have brought people to see you!"

Balnazar, who was also tied up with chains, looked like a lamb.

He was casually thrown beside his good brother by the man wearing a crown as dazzling as the sun.

"You actually destroyed this gate, which was painstakingly built by our soldiers on this coast."

Slowly putting the pirated copy of Frostmourne into the scabbard behind him, Arthas also fabricated a crime against the two dreadlords.

Originally, this door was just a patchwork of debris and was not worth being sad about.

"Surprised or not, Mal'Ganis?"

"How do you want me to punish you? It's all up to you."

Inside the body, the external holy light and the evil energy within Mal'Ganis' body continued to collide.

But in this holy land, this holy light has sufficient backup energy.

Whenever the evil energy in the body eliminates the holy light in the body, the disordered and powerful force of the evil energy will leave scars in the body.

What's more, the vital parts of the body outside the body were pierced by the holy light and could not move.

"Alsace, please give me a quick death."

His body, inside and out, had already been riddled with holes from the torture of the two energies.

He could only say this to Arthas with a grimace.

"Okay, but I need you to do me a favor."

"If you do well, then I don't mind adding Balnazzar when I purify you."