In Lordaeron, the festive atmosphere fills the city.
The flowers in the sky were scattered from the upstairs on both sides of the street, and gradually gathered into a flower avenue.
The bells of victory, which echoed in the Tirisfarian glades, lingered for a long time.
Their beloved prince, His Royal Highness, triumphant He slew the perpetrators of the plague and now returned victorious It's just the hair of His Royal Highness the Prince...
Why did it turn silvery white?
Arthas rode on horseback, silently through the cheering streets, with a blank face on his face.
At this moment, a pink petal flew in front of the prince's eyes, and he reached out to catch the petal and held it lightly in his hand.
Then he opened his hand, and the petals had been crushed by the freeze.
A gust of wind blew, and the frozen flowers were blown away by the wind.
Arthas rolled over and dismounted, striding into the King's Hall.
King Terenus, his father, was sitting on his throne eagerly awaiting his return.
The nobles and lords looked at His Royal Highness the Prince, showed joy and cheers, and then bowed deeply to His Royal Highness.
The old king sat on the throne and watched his son kneel on the ground in front of the throne, and his eyes could not hide the love and pride in his eyes.
Frost's mournful whispers filled the prince's mind and ears, and he couldn't hear King Terenus and the others shouting at their heads.
He jerked to his feet, strode over to the throne, and pulled Terenus to his feet, his face filled with shock and confusion.
"My son, how are you...
Flutter Frost sorrow pierced the old king.
Terenus didn't feel pain at the moment, and he looked into his son's eyes with a kind of sadness and incomprehension, with the eyes of an ordinary father.
Why Terenus's old body slowly fell, the golden crown of Lordaeron from the days of Arathso rolling to the ground, covered in blood.
An era is over.
Lordaeron, it's over.
Arthas turned and walked out, and any nobles and soldiers who tried to stop him fell under Frostmourn's sword.
"This kingdom is about to be destroyed, and a new ruling order will emerge from the ruins, which will shake the foundations of all things in the world."
His Royal Highness's words echoed in the throne room.
On the second floor of the King's Hall, an ordinary little nobleman's eyes flashed with a glimmer of black and white, and he crushed a small crystal.
"Arthas has fallen, Lordaeron is finished, the Night Empire is in a state of total war, ready to welcome the arrival of Akmund the Polluter at all costs, leaving his life in Azeroth" Arcane loudspeakers in the cities of Darnassus, Sulama, and the Night Elves began to broadcast oracles and orders for war.
The Night Frontier Guards began to move on a large scale, and the Orcs of the Iron Tribe were nervously gathering, checking their equipment over and over again.
The priests of the Temple of the Moon began to disperse into the army, becoming chaplains of the army's battles.
The High Elves and the Night Children of the Holy Cult are ready to travel to Mount Hyjal under the leadership of Elisandr.
Grand Druid Malfurion's Fury is awakened, and he will continue to lead the Druids and the Dawnlight Druids.
A direct path to Mount Hyjal was deliberately let go by the elves, which was the route of Akmund predicted by His Majesty the Emperor.
The coalition will deliberately send Akmund to Mount Hyjal, where they will engage in a siege to destroy Akmund, the Scourge Legion, and the demon lackeys who will descend on Azeroth with Acre.
Mount Hyjal, the World Tree of Nodashir.
Countless defensive lines are being built here, and troops are massing into the surrounding areas.
Oracle emanated from the Palace of Eternal Night and spread everywhere.
The new tribe also received the news, and immediately sent a tribal alliance of orcs, minotaurs, and dark spear trolls into the land of the Night Elves, all the way towards Mount Hyjal.
The Alliance's armies were also secretly mobilized, and five large steel airships set sail from Stormwind, loaded with the Coalition's troops, heading in the direction of Kalimdor.
On the flagship, the Skybreaker, Lothar stood on the bridge, looking at the floating fleet secretly built by the Alliance, and his heart was endlessly proud.
Lordaeron is finished, and the north is about to become a paradise of natural disasters.
But with it comes new opportunities, and the Kingdom of Stormwind will seize this one.
This upcoming holy war in Mount Hyjal is the best chance to cut off one of the Burning Legion's arms, Akmund the Polluter.
The entire world of Azeroth will go all out for the ultimate victory.
Quel'Thalas, Yongsong Forest, Border area of the Wall of Quel'Thalas.
"Alsace has fallen, and there is not much time left for us to prepare, war...
It's coming soon."
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The orders of the Sun King, Kael'thas, spread throughout the High Elves.
Civilians have been evacuated to safety, and those who remain are mostly Twilight's Hammer troops.
This group of people already knew in their hearts what their fate would do, and what would happen next.
"Remember, we are consumables, and our responsibility is to inflict as much damage as possible on the Scourge and fight to the death, and then we will be reborn as those disgusting undead" "We will gather around the Queen of Darkness and we will be a new race" "We ...
It's the Forsaken."
"For Sylvanas, for the Queen of Darkness" The frenzied cry of the Twilight Hammer set off a continuous stream of cheers and shouts throughout the Quel'Salas army.
Sylvanas stood at the top of the Wall of Quel'Thalas, looking out into the distance at the Eastern Plaguelands, the golden bow of Quel'Thalas clutched tightly in his hand.
A turning point in his own destiny ...
It's coming soon.
Cthulhu advises her that, after defeating Arthas, she will lead the Forsaken to the ruins of Lordaeron and build her own new city on the ruins of a once-glorious city.
The Undercity...
It will be a sacred place for the free dead.
"His Majesty the Emperor Oracle Warden Force immediately returns to the continent of Kalimdor to participate in the Holy War on Mount Hyjal, hereby pardons the prisoner Illidan Fury, and makes meritorious service for the crime to jointly fight against the Burning Legion and the Undead Scourge Immediately execute" The Herald of the Holy Cult Army finished speaking loudly, his eyes cold at the Watcher Leader Ma Wei Yingge.
"No, Illidan must not release it, this is irresponsible to the entire elves...
The energy sword appeared on Mavina's lightly armored neck.
"I said...
This is the oracle of His Majesty the Emperor of God, and you must carry it out immediately, otherwise...
The Holy Cult Army's herald's eyes showed an undisguised murderous aura.
"The Empire does not need to dare to disobey a traitor who disobeys His Majesty the God Emperor."
Kodana Evil Song pulled Ramawi hard from behind.
"Your Excellency Herald, the Warden Force will faithfully carry out the will of His Majesty the Emperor of God, and we will set off with Illidan immediately."
The Herald of the Holy Cult Army nodded in satisfaction and put away his energy sword.
"Don't keep Your Majesty waiting, let alone delaying the time."
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