Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The resistance in the south of the city was beyond the Lich King's expectations.

Only he and a few dreadlords were involved in his plan for Lordaeron, but the group of rebels that appeared in the south of the city at this moment seemed to have been prepared.

After all, Ner'zhul, who has mental power all over the map, is not blind. Those thousands of rafts were obviously prepared in advance. Who would have the time to make rafts?

Ner'zhul immediately contacted his external representative, Arthas.

Ok?

Didn't find the target?

Ner'zhul thought there was something wrong with his mental vision, so he once again probed towards the farm outside Lordaeron.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong this time. Arthas stood in the farm in a daze.

"Something has happened, come back quickly!"

After issuing the order to recall Arthas, Ner'zhul began to control all the undead in the city to rush towards the south of the city.

He is determined to take Lordaeron, and any living person who stands in his way must die.

With the return of Arthas, Ner'zhul was like a humanoid weapon that could serve as a weapon in his hand, doubling the pressure on Varian to resist the undead.

"Look who this is? Varian Wrynn, my distant cousin, the prince of the declining Stormwind Kingdom!"

Arthas rode on Invincible, pulling the reins calmly, and came to the battlefield where the undead and the militia were fighting. Then he said what he had just said.

Varian blocked the attack of the Death Knight Falric with a sword, then kicked Marwyn in the chest, kicking him away. Then he took a step back, left the fierce battlefield, raised his head, and stared at Arthas with some anger.

Just two sentences were enough to enrage the young and energetic Varian.

It can only be said that Arthas can remain humble in front of strong people. For example, he did not dare to speak arrogantly in front of Garen not long ago, but when facing people like Varian who are not as powerful as him, he began to show off.

Arthas waved his hand and asked his two death knight captains, Falric and Marwyn, to leave. In other places in the royal city of Lordaeron, the two of them could speed up the slaughter.

"Arthas, your father has contributed to the decline of Stormwind. Of course, it is the fault of our royal family, House Wrynn, that we could not keep those 300,000 people."

Neither King Llane nor Anduin Lothar had anything to say about the 300,000 people who were intercepted by Lordaeron when the country was restored. After all, they failed to protect them, and not only was the country destroyed, but the land was also lost.

Being able to restore the country in the end was a blessing in disguise. As long as the foundation was there, they would eventually be able to rise. This was the confidence of the royal family of Wrynn.

"It was you, Arthas. Your father ruled this land for fifty years and made Lordaeron not only the leader of the Alliance, but also the most powerful country in the entire eastern continent."

Varian looked at Arthas with mockery in his eyes, as if he was looking at the biggest loser in Azeroth. "And you destroyed the capital of Lordaeron in just one day, reducing the country to a scorched earth."

"All I can say is that you are never worthy of mocking me."

Don't be fooled by Varian's thick eyebrows, big eyes and square face. When he speaks to people, every word he says is heart-wrenching. Arthas' originally bloodless and pale face seems to be showing signs of turning red again.

"You are seeking death, Varian. One day, I will lead the army of the dead and flatten your country, making Stormwind a thing of the past once again!"

Arthas gripped Frostmourne tightly. The sword seemed to sense its master's anger and made a buzzing sound.

The desire for battle flowed from the sword into Arthas' palm and into his mind. In addition, the Lich King kept urging him to speed up the slaughter in his ear. Arthas was not prepared to continue talking nonsense with Varian and directly took an attacking posture.

Varian looked at him for a while. Although he wanted to continue his verbal exchange with Arthas, his mission was to delay time and allow more refugees to evacuate.

But Arthas seemed impatient, so he could only slowly raise the Salamene in his hand, then put both hands on the handle of the sword and broke it hard!

The two-handed sword becomes two one-handed swords, and the weapon battle instantly turns into a violent battle.

Varian's aura surged, and his strength seemed to have increased a little.

Arthas sneered: "In the face of absolute strength, everything you do is in vain!"

As soon as Arthas finished speaking, before he could react, he saw a strong figure suddenly appear in front of him, followed by a violent attack.

Varian held the swords Shalator and Eremene in his hands, and jumped towards Arthas. He struck back with a thundering blow, suppressing the surrounding undead, and then charged in front of Arthas.

Bloodthirst, furious attack, whirlwind, hamstring, and rage, a set of skills were launched without any gap.

当年在圣白城的圣骑士训练营，他不知道因为年纪小，战斗经验不足被对练的同伴揍了多少次，不知道多少个夜里自己一个人躺在宿舍的床上默默的舔舐伤口！

He continued to grow during the sparring and his unwillingness to admit defeat made him progress. Now his strength has surpassed that of King Llane, who was at the ninth level. Although Sir Lothar warned him that he still lacked experience in life and death, Varian was still very satisfied.

Varian was very grateful to Galen, and also grateful to his mother for insisting on going to the White City instead of Lordaeron as his father suggested!

Otherwise, how could he have the strength he has now?

And he will get along with Arthas in Lordaeron, but Varian now despises his character.

"Arthas... I will bring back the 300,000 citizens that Stormwind Kingdom lost today..."

Upon hearing this, Arthas also became serious and switched from defense to offense!

boom!

Both of them burst out with all their strength!

Although Varian is persisting in the battle in the south of the city, the situation is still not optimistic as the number of undead armies is growing too fast.

In the palace of Lordaeron, Onyxia had been lurking for a long time. When the princes dispersed to prepare, she was sent by Garen to the palace to wait.

Her mission is to rescue the queen and eldest princess of the Menethil royal family, but if she enters rashly, she will be treated as an invader and attacked by the remaining royal guards. Only when they are in desperate situation, understand what has happened, and become aware of their thoughts, then she can go out and take them away smoothly.

At this time, the palace has fallen, and the last surviving guards are protecting the queen and the eldest princess to evacuate...