The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Chapter 552 What is going on here?

"Ah...ah." (muffled but suffocated pain)

"Sylvanas Windrunner, you disappoint me."

Raising his hand to touch the face of the dark ranger in front of him, Arthas acknowledged her determination for revenge.

Although this disappointed him, it did not prevent him from recognizing her.

In order to get revenge, one can lose his mind after a series of blows.

For the sake of revenge, her position as Great Chief and Queen of the Forsaken could be easily abandoned.

"you you……"

"Don't worry, I won't let you go to see your master so easily."

The voice seemed gentle, and Arthas put on the Crown of Domination again and maintained her voice.

Death, at this moment, is so precious.

Having difficulty breathing and being so close to death once again, Sylvanas thought of that day.

The flowers of Quel'Thalas withered, but Arthas refused to let her die.

"Warchief (Sylvanas)!"

In a blink of an eye, Varok and other tribal warriors saw Sylvanas being pierced by the magic sword, and their eyes were filled with bloodshot.

It happened too fast. They were still dealing with these seemingly immortal ghosts when such a big event happened on the other side.

They had never expected the continuous explosions one after another.

So demented...

Sylvanas Windrunner, who had lost her composure to such an extent, seemed to be a different person from the Warchief in their eyes.

However, they did not discover Sylvanas's plans.

At least, ever since she became the chief of the tribe, she has always acted like she is doing things for the tribe.

However, some of her actions and opinions puzzled them and made them secretly despise her...

"Lich King, let her go!"

Holding the Silvermoon City Halberd in his hand, Halduron swept past the souls that were trying to stop him and rushed straight towards Arthas.

"Ahhh!" (scream of pain)

Releasing the limp dark ranger and forcing him to his knees, Arthas drew his sword and swung it.

"Your former subordinates really loved you."

A look of shock retreated, a sword froze, a kick sent away, and the ice shattered.

Halduron's eyes widened and he stepped back, gasping for breath. Everything was so devastating.

Bending down and holding Sylvanas's cheek, Arthas asked, "Do you regret it?"

"In order to kill me, you have to hurt your compatriots again."

Pointing his sword at Halduron, who was unable to get up for some reason, Arthas once again made some heart-wrenching remarks.

"By the way, your little follower seems to be unwilling to follow you."

At this moment, Sylvanas said: "You...you...what did you do to him?!"

She was so out of control and so powerless trying to hold back the pain.

"Great Chief, Nathanos was captured by the Light Chaser!"

Suddenly breaking free from his restraints and struggling to stand up, Halduron said, "Don't be deceived by him!"

"Please wait for me for a moment, I will immediately..."

"Kneel down, elf."

Brake, there was a sharp sound of retreat, and Halduron left two concave "kneeling marks" on his halberd.

"Monster, die!"

At this moment, Varok, who quietly came behind Arthas, jumped and attacked again.

Halduron's lead charge was not some...

"I spotted you a long time ago, old orc."

"Ah." (Tired voice)

Replicating what happened to Halduron, Varok gasped while leaning on his battle axe.

He couldn't understand why, with such full strength, he couldn't even force Arthas to retreat a step.

Forcing yourself to move forward will only result in a stronger "rebound" and uncontrolled retreat.

Even when facing the Burning Legion, he had never seen such a "demon".

"You came to me... because..."

Covering the even more painful wound on her chest... the wound, Sylvanas held on.

"what?"

She tried to stand up but kept rocking back and forth with her knees on the ground, and asked the question with difficulty.

"for what?"

In the same way as before, Arthas now made Veronara and Belmont kneel down.

Lifting the chin of his clenched "pet", he said, "Do you think I am myself?"

Isn't it... the immortal soul of the dead?

Thinking about the time when she was away from the team and fighting with Arthas, she had seen those undead that were not undead.

Sylvanas, she was shaking all over...

Shake but don't fall.

Although this is not something she can control, even means such as holy light cannot harm the dead souls.

It really is...

At this moment, she felt that the wound from being pierced by the magic sword once again didn't seem to hurt as much.

No, it hurts, it's a pain that pierces the soul.

Just like before, she...

"Arthas, what the hell are you doing?!"

Enduring the severe pain in her soul and body, Sylvanas spoke these words clearly.

"Answer me, do you think I am Arthas Menethil?"

"You...you're not..."

"No place for you to talk, elf."

A sword gust overwhelmed Halduron, and Arthas waited for Sylvanas's reply.

At the same time, his power was quietly supporting Sylvanas.

"So, what's going on here?"

In a blink of an eye, Arthas brought Sylvanas to the Frozen Throne.

Around the place where they were before, there was only the tribe surrounded by the souls of the dead, kneeling or lying down with their weapons in hand.

Today, witnessed by the pitch-black Gate of Death, is undoubtedly the darkest day for the tribe.

"Isn't the Lich King Bolvar right there?"

Without waiting for Bolvar to respond, Arthas swung his sword and freed him from the icy "prison".

The self-sealed ice could not stop the Lich King's spiritual power, it was as if it did not exist.

So, face to face, maybe...

The ice broke apart, and Bolvar stood up.

At the same time, the Ebon Gates opened one after another, and Darion led the Ebon Knights to surround Arthas.

"Banshee, what have you done again?"

Without waiting for Bolvar to say anything, Darion pointed his sword at Sylvanas who was being "supported" by Arthas and questioned her.

"Nothing, my most loyal Death Knight in the past."

"Darion Mograine."

As Darion gnashed his teeth, Bolvar said, "Kill this monster!"

"Arthas, I want you dead!"

A gust of black wind blew up, and at the moment when death arrows and energy bombs fell, Arthas brought Sylvanas to Lordaeron.

Not long after, the Lich King grabbed her throat again and threw her casually in front of the tribe who had just stood up.

"You don't want to surrender, and I don't want to be controlled by others."

"If you can't wake up, then stay here and continue to be my dark ranger."

After casually stating the reason, Arthas slowly walked away, leaving behind a lonely and arrogant figure.

At the same time, the dead souls surrounded her and the tribe she left here.

Based on the existing information, Sylvanas felt more and more that they had fallen into a trap set by the Shadow.

She couldn't think of anyone else who would do this, except for Old Gods like C'Thun and Yogg-Saron.

The ancient gods who have witnessed countless years have always had this kind of bad taste.

Depravity tastes so sweet in their mouths.

Could it be that the ancient god N'Zoth has quietly entered this war?

If they had not personally sent Ner'zhul to his death, then perhaps they would have...

No, the Titan's seal cannot be that fragile.

The uprising of C'Thun and Yogg-Saron has always been...

At this moment, Sylvanas was unusually calm and made a rational analysis.

"So, what is the key to breaking the deadlock here?"

Feeling a feeling similar to the nightmare in the Emerald Dream, Sylvanas faced the Horde and spoke softly.

At this time, her wound no longer hurt.

Because she had already glimpsed part of the illusion of the shadow, and she would no longer feel pain.

"Captain, what is going on here?"

"Varok, Halduron, that's how it should be."

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"Praise Elune. It's great, Malfurion!"

On a small boat, Tyrande hugged the extremely healthy Malfurion tightly like a baby dove in her arms.

"Tyrande, I will not leave you easily."

Holding his beloved in his arms, Malfurion comforted her softly.

On a nearby boat, Maiev wiped her eyes with tears... her helmet.

After overcoming many difficulties, the couple finally reunited.

At this moment, a rope was thrown down from a tall Kul Tiras...Kaldorei wooden boat nearby and landed right next to Maiev.

Just as the Bear's Heart and the Lion's Roaring Heart are a motorcycle, this unnamed Kaldorei natural ship can also be transformed freely.

It takes on many forms, depending on the identities of the five...people who own the command center.

Human, an ordinary majestic Kul Tiran ship.

The Quel'dorei, the elegant and graceful ship of the phoenix of gold and silver.

Sin'dorei, a flaming ship with a gold, red and silver phoenix emblem.

Cadore, a pure natural, pollution-free, clean and environmentally friendly ship.

A giant dragon, with its head in front, this is the dragon guardian battleship!

"Sister, it's time for you to come up."

Calling her "sister" affectionately, Fengyu smiled and looked at Maiev and her sister Nasa.

It's someone else's family affair, why do you two have to go down and send them off? !

Since Arthas is preventing the Horde from burning Teldrassil, we are here to help.

"Well, we'll come right away..."

"Maiev, didn't you go to King Anduin for help?"

Hearing Tyrande's words, Maiev nodded kindly.

It seems that it’s not just the Kaldorei... the night elves are all the same as Malfurion.

Sometimes he suffers for being too low-key, but in fact his true strength has always been the "peak" among the peaks.

I, Maiev Shadowsong, a devout believer of Elune, have never believed...

"My love, we must go to support Illidan."

Unlike Maiev and Tyrande, Malfurion did not have time to pay more attention to the wife in his arms.

His brother is in danger...

Now that you, the pastor, are finally here, why don’t you go and rescue my brother!

That was probably what he meant, but Malfurion had wanted to check and make sure his brother was safe.

When faced with major issues of right and wrong, we must make the right decision immediately.

It’s okay to take Tyrande who suddenly arrives into consideration, but you have to distinguish the priorities.

How could he let his brother from another world down?!

"My love... you mean Illidan?"

"Yes, my love, my brother is here to help us."

"Brother, I'm right here."

Emerging from a portal, Illidan came to Maiev and looked at Malfurion seriously.

He sensed that his brother, Malfurion Stormrage, was actually...

"Thank you, Illidan."

"You're welcome, my brother."

Ignoring Tyrande's thanks, the white moonlight in Illidan's heart, Illidan waved to Malfurion.

Even though there is a height difference between the large ship and the small ship, the Stormrage brothers have always been connected in heart.

"Illidan..."

Seeing that his brothers were no longer acting like “brothers”, Malfurion said, “Brother, are you going back?”

"Yes, Malfurion. We are in the midst of a war."

"However, the power of the guardian dragon caused us a little accident."

It was full of lies, but Illidan was not wrong.

Not only did he not find the evil Nathrezim, he hadn't even seen a single bronze dragon that liked to control matters of time.

The "whisper of the wind" suspected to be a bronze dragon...

Come on, she's not an "old" bronze dragon.

Even if she is a dragon, she is the black dragon Onyxia.

"I never thought that we would have to say goodbye soon after we met."

With a sigh, Malfurion clasped and opened his hands.

The light of nature gathered in his hands, and he said, "But it shouldn't be a big deal to bring back a little gift, right?"

"Of course...of course it doesn't count!"

Maiev answered for Illidan with shining eyes.

This puzzled Tyrande, but Malfurion rubbed it casually and produced a child-shaped wreath.

"Brother, say hello to my nephew who has never shown up."

"Brother, how did you..."

Raising his hand, Malfurion let the wreath float over automatically. He said, "Nothing."

"My brother, at least on this point, I am far behind you and 'me'?"

"My love, there is another... Malfurion."

Finally seeing the young male Kaldorei standing shoulder to shoulder with Whispering Wind above her head, Tyrande Whisperwind's mouth suddenly opened wide.

In front of her, Fengyu took off the Watcher's helmet and did a shocking move.

A kiss in his arms, Shadow Song looked silent, Farien looked confused,

The claws were confused, the copper and iron hammer masters smiled kindly,

Maiev got the wreath, Illidan was impressed by her boldness, and Nasa felt she needed to stay away.

Malfurion concealed his envy and Tyrande kept her mouth shut.

"And to the children in another world whom I have never met, this wreath is for you."

Malfurion whispered as he rolled another wreath, but it was not as beautiful as the previous one.

Picking up the wreath, Feng Yu nodded calmly, thinking of her beloved son.

At this time, Malfurion still did not stop and was still busy.

The fur monsters and the local kaldorei quietly disembarked and came behind them in their small boats, while Tyrande consoled them one by one.

"It's just a small gift, please accept it."

Tiechui solemnly returned the gift of a Holy Light Necklace: "Thank you, Mr. Stormrage."

"My friend, you have come from afar. I have a gift for you from ten thousand years later."

Tongchui, who had almost fallen asleep while swaying, suddenly came back to his senses and said, "Ah...thank you!"

"Come and have a farewell drink at the bar later, my friend!"

"Of course... and this priestess, please forgive me for my poor craftsmanship."

Picking up the wreath, Vasya nodded with a smile.

"Nasa, please take care of yourself if you can."

Subconsciously performing the Thornspeaker etiquette, Nasa said, "Thank you, Archdruid of Stormrage!"

"I didn't expect that Watcher Nasa would be a Thornspeaker Druid."

"Yes, yes. Who told me that my sister loves to learn natural magic?"

Carefully observing the scabbard of nature in her sister's hand, Maiev felt that it matched the Heart of Waycrest... the Heart of Shadowsong very well.

As expected of Malfurion Stormrage, the technical content is very high.

"Garrod, you have to work harder than your sister."

After taking the oak bracelet, Shadow Song's skin has become thicker after "learning".

He said slowly, "Mr. Fury, thank you."

Don't think he doesn't know, but he...

"Come and have a drink, 'my' friend."

"Okay, okay, that's exactly what I meant!"

After giving out small gifts that they made themselves with special effects, Malfurion and Tyrande.

The two of them stood here with others and shouted and waved goodbye to the tall wooden ship heading towards the suddenly opened door of time.

"No matter when or where, my brothers, my friends!"

"I, Malfurion Stormrage, will always be your solid support!"

"Elune is with you, and wishes you and your family happiness!"

"Uh...our friends, we bear monsters will miss you!"

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"Well, take care of yourselves, friends!"

"Yeah, don't just patronize us, you have to live well too!"

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