The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Chapter 169 The meeting is over, it’s time for you to get going

After a bloody battle, Lor'themar returned with a gun and killed the undead that invaded the gate of Lordaeron. He then passed through the portal opened by his lover and returned to the top of the city.

At this moment, he opened his arms and began to accept Avian's full-body washing and blow-drying service. His face was full of comfort, and he was enjoying life very much.

"It's so comfortable... I have to say, Arthas..."

"Lor'themar Theron, can we truly defeat the Scourge?"

When the new Quel'dorei appeared, a paladin held his shoulder and asked a question.

If you have any questions in your mind, just ask someone directly. With a kind smile, Arthas tried to dispel the haze in his heart.

"Believe in the Holy Light, and you will be able to do anything, your Highness Prince Arthas."

"Don't lose your faith in the Holy Light! Embrace the Holy Light! In the name of the Holy Light! Tap into the Holy Light..."

"Uh-huh! Sorry, Lor'themar gets excited and suddenly says some nonsense."

"Don't take it seriously! We'll just do our best."

A pair of white little hands suddenly appeared, instantly covering Lor'themar's big mouth, eliminating the holy light special effects that continued to emerge on his body.

Stupid, holy light is not omnipotent. Before you defeat the enemy, you may blind us.

We are not at the city gate now, and not everyone around us is ours.

If they become narrow-minded and want to chop you to pieces, I will have to take you and run away.

All the hard work... No, I have a trump card, Uncle Uther, and I won't get that kind of result.

It seems a bit extreme to keep putting myself in the role of Ranger General... No, it is Lor'themar who has been exposing his flaws, and I have been cleaning up his messes.

The slap is hard! You coward... Lor'themar, I'll let you go this time in front of everyone.

Damn you, Vereesa. With two sisters by your side, you become so smart... so annoying! Humph! I don't want to pay attention to you!

"If there's nothing else, how about we..."

"I'm sorry for my previous actions... I'm sorry, Lor'themar, please forgive my recklessness."

"I shouldn't have questioned my brother of Holy Light. Your strong will makes me feel inferior."

"Perhaps my father is right. I am too naive and childish now. There are many things I can learn from you."

Hearing Arthas' sincere words, Lor'themar suddenly felt that he had gone too far.

Not only did I hit someone, I also cursed at him. Not only did he not beat me up, he also apologized to me.

However, the shameful thoughts in Lor'themar's mind lasted only a moment before they were wiped out by another thought.

Arthas' sincere apology shows that he did the right thing, so there is no need to be afraid... In case he has the wrong idea, I will let Avian show everyone her dark history... Let's have fun together?

Well, the result is good, why think so much? Supreme Holy Light! Watch over me.

There was no lightning and thunder, which once again proved that I had done nothing wrong. I am a good person, that's right...that's it.

"Lor'themar? Lor'themar Theron! Wake up, wake up quickly, everyone has left."

"Ah? They've all left. I was thinking..."

"You don't want to, Ah...Aqiang, don't let your imagination run wild! My Lord Regent."

It turned out that when Lor'themar was hypnotizing himself, Uther took Arthas and Jaina away from here and found a place to talk.

The Scourge may attack here at any time, and he has to shoulder the responsibility of a teacher and resolve the doubts in the two children's hearts.

We can't be distracted during a battle, that's a big taboo, we can't do that! We must make them as firm in their beliefs as we are, and Lordaeron will surely win.

"Aqiang? Lor'themar actually has a nickname called Aqiang! Avian Brightwing, when did Lor'themar get the nickname Aqiang?"

"You have such a firm will, Lor'themar. Are you really a devout believer in the Holy Light? Aqiang!"

"Avian, Lor'themar is called Aqiang, what's your nickname? Is it Ada? Adaqiang! That's great."

The three Windrunner sisters who were watching the show couldn't help but laugh when they heard Avian nickname Lor'themar "Aqiang" and quickly asked the two parties about their gossip.

"You! You are not my sisters anymore. Wuuuuu... Lor'themar, they bully me!"

Without waiting for Lor'themar to explain, Avian's eyes turned red when she heard the word "Adaqiang". She threw herself into Lor'themar's arms and started crying.

Why do you have to call me Ada? Wouldn’t it be better to call me Ada?

Looking at the tears streaming down Lady Avian's face in his arms, Lor'themar, knowing what his wife was thinking, hugged his sweet and soft wife.

He really liked the method of using an airtight "wall" of sighs to prevent the three Wind Walker sisters in front of him from seeing through his wife's plan.

"Mingyi sister, we were wrong. Please don't cry! Okay?"

"Ms. Avian, you are an excellent ranger general and a strong and resilient person. Please stop crying, my dear sister."

"We are good sisters. Please forgive me, Avian. If you are still angry, then you can bully me. I won't fight back!"

When the three sisters Alleria, Sylvanas, and Vereesa heard the baby girl's crying, they knew they were no match for her, so they surrendered immediately and tried to persuade her in a gentle manner.

At this time, Avian, who was pretending to cry, moved her slender ears, stopped crying, and lay in Lor'themar's arms, unable to get up.

Seeing his clinging wife in his arms, Lor'themar sighed and looked reluctant.

"Lor'themar! How dare you... Ouch!"

While Avian was still not able to react, he threw her towards the three Windrunner sisters and said, "Go and have fun with your sisters."

How dare you bite me? You are amazing! Avian Mingyi, this is my punishment for you. Go over there and enjoy it... Hahaha!

"Sister, this is Aqiang's own fault! Do you want us to help you?"

The three Windrunners caught the Ranger General, and as soon as they saw the water stains on Avian's face, they understood the conspiracy between her and Lor'themar.

However, they were not angry. Instead, they smiled kindly and their eyes were bright and compassionate, which made Lor'themar tremble all over.

"Beat him! Beat him to death! Let him have a taste of our Ranger General's power! For bullying Ah Qiang!"

After the impassioned speech to attack Lor'themar, the four ranger generals clenched their hands, slowly walked towards Lor'themar and surrounded him.

"It was Avian who lied to you! What does it have to do with me? Are you just looking for something to do?"

"Uther, you've come just in time. Please help us heal Lor'themar later... stinky Aqiang."

"What happened? Ranger..."

"Oh, oh! Oh..."

Sometimes, some smart people will get the rewards they deserve.

And Lor'themar Theron... Aqiang will pay the price for what he did. How can you abandon Avian? Aqiang!

"Wake up! Anub'Br'kan, the mighty siege beast of our Scourge."

"For the great Burning Legion, contribute your all and devote yourself to the task of destroying the living!"

"Awake! Destroyer of Lordaeron! In the name of the Lich King, Ner'zhul!"

In response to Kel'Thuzad's passionate call, the reborn Anub'Br'kan... should be the Destroyer of Lordaeron, who was fifty-three meters tall and one hundred and fifty-nine meters long, had green light in his eyes and slowly stood up.

"Kill those who are alive! Destroy the Scourge's enemies! For Ai... the Lich King!"

You seem to be saying it's for Azjol-Nerub! Are you sure you won't betray Ner'zhul?

"Lord Mal'Ganis, our army is ready and can set out at any time."

After resurrecting the monster beetle, Kel'Thuzad turned around and bowed respectfully to Mal'Ganis behind him.

"Great Lich, there is no time to lose. Let's set off immediately. We must wash away the shame of our last failure."

"Uh hahaha! The Scourge is unstoppable. The living cannot defeat us. We are invincible."

"Soldiers of the Scourge, it's time for us to fight back."

"I will let you drink the blood and flesh of the living and listen to the cries of the living."

Looking at the countless Scourge troops wandering around, Mal'Ganis laughed three times, waved the Sorrow of Holy Light forward, and commanded the army to march towards the royal city of Lordaeron.

The zombies, ghouls, skeleton warriors on the ground... the stitched monsters, the gargoyles, the flying undead spiders in the sky... and the frost dragon all let out a creepy roar at the same time.

Following the Scourge leaders such as Mal'Ganis who were riding on skeletal warhorses in front of them, they rushed to the capital of Lordaeron in various ways.

"Very well, this concludes our discussion on the Scourge."

"Now we must unite and work together to fight against the Scourge."

"Any questions? I am loyal to you, my subjects, and I am loyal to the people of Lordaeron!"

In the hall of the Noble Council of Lordaeron, the noble meeting that lasted for who knows how long finally came to an end.

The roar of King Terenas of Lordaeron echoed throughout the hall, and all the nobles attending the meeting heard it.

"Your Majesty Terenas, we will surely win. The Scourge is no match for us."

"The soldiers on the front lines need our strength, and the people we rule need us to defeat the enemy."

"At this moment, I feel extremely honored and excited. For Lordaeron! Your Majesty Terenas, please let me serve as a vanguard and fight to the death with the Scourge."

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"We fight for the land of Lordaeron, for the glory of Lordaeron, and for the people of Lordaeron. Your Majesty, I will prove myself with my actions and be the first to take the head of the leader of the undead scourge."

Listening to the group of nobles below who were asking to fight the Scourge, Terenas was tired of their flattery and gave them kingly applause.

"I understand your intentions. You are all my good subjects."

"As you said...Lord Jones Floss."

"I'm here, Your Majesty."

"Is Lord Button Vane here?"

"Your Majesty, I am at your disposal at any time."

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"Baron Oxel Reki, answer me, are you willing to be the vanguard to fight against the Scourge?"

"Your Majesty, my sword has long been thirsty! For Lordaeron! I am willing!"

Read out the names of those who wanted to be the vanguard of the Scourge, as well as the names of those potential traitors.

Terenas divided his subjects into two groups. The left group had the majority of nobles, while the right group had only twenty-five nobles.

Clap, clap, clap! The nobles on the right gave their former brothers and sisters a final round of applause.

"Your Majesty, then let us ..."

When the radical faction led by Jones Frost spoke, hundreds of Lordaeron royal soldiers quietly came behind them following the royal mage's teleportation spell.

"Well... it's your turn, my loyal... guards! Kill all these traitors."

King Terenas, with a look of reluctance on his face, waved his hand and asked the royal wizard to seal the traitor's mouth.

How could the King of Lordaeron, who has always been peaceful and kind, bear to let these loyal vanguard troops die in the battle with the undead?

Burning their remains with fire would be his greatest mercy. Their souls? What harm could their souls do to the living?

On the battlefield, if their resentful souls could be resurrected, as their former king, Terenas would not mind ending the lives of the undead with one sword.

"Venx Thunderstorm, my master assassin, have you dealt with everything behind them?"

As Terenas uttered these words, the Lordaeron assassin master lurking in the king's shadow suddenly appeared.

"My Lord, we have completed everything you ordered perfectly without any problems."

"Very good, it's time to fight the Scourge to the death."

“I wonder who will be the one who will reap the fruits of victory in this battle?”

"For Lordaeron! Follow me!"

Taking the sword handed over by his butler and putting on the still brand new armor, Terenas Menethil raised his sword and shouted.

"As you wish, Your Majesty, for Lordaeron!"

All the surviving subjects of Lordaeron present also raised their weapons and followed their king.

As for the fire on the traitors, the royal mages had already put it out and cleared away the remaining ashes.

Thus, the Noble Council Hall of Lordaeron became spotless, empty, and fell into silence.