The knights guarding the mage camp saluted Prince Arthas as he approached—he was the most perfect heir in the hearts of the people of Lordaeron, brave, kind, and caring for the people, and equally loved by them. In the past two years, King Terenas had begun to gradually push his son onto the political stage, while he himself and Uther the Lightbringer, the kingdom's protector, intentionally gave Arthas more opportunities to prove himself. This led to Arthas's growing popularity. Everyone was proud that the kingdom had such a perfect heir.
"I'm here to inspect whether the defense of the mage camp is secure," he explained his purpose to the guard.
The guard showed a look of reverence. As the supreme Commander here, His Royal Highness the Prince didn't need to explain his purpose to him at all, but the Prince was so humble and amiable, not caring about the difference in their status.
"Where is Miss Proudmoore?" the Prince asked.
"That tent," the guard knowingly pointed out the destination.
This was the first time Jaina had shouldered such a heavy responsibility: just a few days ago, she had no idea that there was an evil organization on the Alliance's land that was about to subvert the world of the living, but now, everything was unfolding before her eyes. The battles underground were reflected to her through the crystal ball. Initially, the Alliance's actions were smooth, advancing with irresistible force, but after seeing Gandling's teleportation divide the battlefield, the situation began to change. Although the Scourge was unprepared, it was not without resistance. Kel'Thuzad, who had received the support of an even more evil Lich King's power, had not yet appeared. She could only hope that everything would proceed smoothly.
And she bore the important responsibility of imprisoning the surrounding space for long-distance teleportation. As long as the magic circle above operated normally, Kel'Thuzad would eventually be found.
At this moment, her crystal ball, connected to Archmage Antonidas's perspective, happened to see the main force successfully finding a portion of the small teams that had been teleported away. By the Holy Light, Commander Saidan Dathrohan had finally waited for rescue—if it had been any later, he would have fallen under the siege of the Darkmaster and the tide of Scourge minions.
Then another, smaller group of warriors also rushed over. She took a closer look: Heavens, it was actually those Alliance warriors who had been teleported in to face the siege—more than half of them had actually survived. She saw the radiant angel, had she rescued the others in time?
At this moment, someone barged into the tent without reporting, causing her to shift her gaze.
"Jaina, I've come to see you," Prince Arthas walked up to her, holding a freshly picked bouquet of wildflowers.
Jaina looked at her Prince Charming in surprise. Since the two of them broke up before, Arthas seemed to deliberately avoid meeting her alone, and she felt awkward in her heart. But without a doubt, she still cared very much about her first love and only love.
He came in with flowers, and the meaning of this made her heart pound.
"Arthas, you…"
"Jaina, since seeing you again a few days ago, I've found that I can no longer avoid my true thoughts," Arthas knelt on one knee, gracefully holding the bouquet of wildflowers in front of Jaina, "In the two years we've been apart, I've been tormented by longing every moment. I think I've completely understood my true feelings. My love for you is not a momentary impulse. Please accept this bouquet of flowers as a token of my apology!"
Faced with this romantic offensive, Jaina's heart surged, completely unable to resist.
…
After the priest's treatment, Rhonin's spirit recovered a lot. He felt very good after surviving the disaster. Although it wasn't the first time he had faced life and death, it was the first time he had faced the fetters in his heart in the face of death.
"I don't know how to thank you, Aiden. If it weren't for you…"
"Haha, it's nothing, we are comrades-in-arms now, I think you would come to save me if I were in danger."
Rhonin buried that gratitude in his heart and whispered to Aiden: "If I can go back alive this time, I will propose to a loved one. You must attend my wedding then—I mean, if she agrees."
Aiden made an "I understand" expression and readily agreed: "Don't worry, she will agree."
"How do you know… oh, I asked a stupid question." Rhonin immediately remembered that the other party had an omnipotent prophet "Blizzard". Could this matter also be in the prophecy? He was a little delighted and full of beautiful longing for the future.
At this time, Archmage Antonidas walked over and said to Aiden: "Aiden, I have heard about your timely rescue of others before. I am very grateful for everything you have done for the Alliance. After the matter here is over, I will definitely recommend you and your people to join the Alliance!"
Aiden said: "There is no need to be so polite. Now we are comrades-in-arms, and we will still be allies in the foreseeable future. This is all my duty. I just saw Gandling using magic to teleport away. His teleportation divide-and-conquer tactic is a threat to us."
"Not anymore," Antonidas said with a confident smile, explaining, "He was able to succeed just now because we were not prepared for this spell. In the subsequent advance, our mage troops will check the surrounding environment one by one. This will effectively avoid his interference with our troops."
"Then I can rest assured."
The reassembled Alliance troops continued to advance deeper. Although Kel'Thuzad still hadn't appeared, in this vast underground city, the Scourge's activity space was gradually being compressed, and he would show his tracks sooner or later.
…
Kel'Thuzad, whom the Alliance had been searching for, was currently hiding in the deepest and safest secret room in the academy's underground. However, the entire academy was now unsafe, and it was only a matter of time before it was discovered here. Gandling, who had just escaped, was now in his room, kneeling and waiting for his orders.
Kel'Thuzad still maintained his human body. However, he was no longer a pure human—his body could not feel cold or heat, and he had lost the sense of pain and touch, but he was not a lich either. He did not have a phylactery to store his soul, allowing him to be resurrected infinitely. This was also his biggest weakness.
Because the Lich King wanted him to complete the infiltration of Lordaeron in human form, he had to escape and hide in the current situation, looking for another opportunity to carry out the Lich King's will.
He held the phylactery of Ras Frostwhisper in his hand. As the spell was completed, the bones in front of him automatically assembled to form a complete skeleton. The lich, who had just died twice, was resurrected again.
Ras Frostwhisper stretched his new body and said to Kel'Thuzad, his master, with both joy and fear: "Master, that angel's power is very effective against us, my soul has been weakened again…"
Kel'Thuzad's cold glare made the lich swallow the words he hadn't finished saying.
"But you are still resurrected, in the great power of the Lich King." Kel'Thuzad stared at the skeleton with disgust, "Continue to block them. Buy time for our Lord's plan."
"Yes, yes." Gandling and Ras Frostwhisper hurriedly agreed.
Just as they were about to leave the secret room, Kel'Thuzad called them to a halt and instructed: "You must pay attention to one person, he may disrupt our plans." He gave an image of a person. Ras Frostwhisper immediately recognized that this was the hateful black-haired mage who had rescued a lone human mage from him and summoned an angel to kill him again.
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After they left, Kel'Thuzad began to ponder the will that the Lich King had conveyed earlier, which mentioned a very important piece of information:
The future has changed!
Kel'Thuzad was not specialized in divination magic. However, he still roughly knew that on a fixed timeline, the past and the future were irreversible—those histories that were superficially reversed were actually part of history itself. A person's fate was predetermined, and no matter what he did, he could not escape the inevitable result.
And he was fortunate enough to see the future of the Scourge from the great Lich King: that the undead army sweeping the entire continent destroyed everything. Including the seemingly incomparably strong Kingdom of Lordaeron, including the magic sanctuary of Dalaran, and including the arrogant high elves.
This was the reason why he wholeheartedly dedicated his loyalty. No one can resist such a torrent. He is destined to be the one who conforms to history. Since this is the case, isn't it better to devote himself to such a great cause earlier than to fight for it after being killed?
But now he clearly realized that the Scourge's great cause had suffered a bit of a setback, and he must protect this spark.
The cauldron in front of Kel'Thuzad was boiling with disgusting green liquid, like heavily polluted sewage. But in his opinion, this was an infinitely sweet gift—the plague that could turn living people into zombies and expand the undead army was in the cauldron.
Yes, he had succeeded.
As long as he could escape, the opportunity for the Scourge to sweep the entire world was about to come.
He scooped a spoonful from the pot, poured it into his mouth, and then swallowed it.
"It's so sweet and fragrant!"
Although the taste buds on his tongue had long lost their function, these green liquids were just that taste in his imagination.
…
Jaina was still immersed in the prince's deep kiss just now. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that her face must be flushed and her eyes blurred—she had finally waited for her prince to return to her side.
She remembered Arthas's low murmur in her ear just now: "Jaina, we will have a beautiful blonde child. Trust me!"
(T/N : "Jaina, we'll bang, ok?)
Jaina was hopelessly immersed in happiness, imagining that day coming. It seemed that the precipitation of time had made her prince more mature—now he was going to inspect several nearby imprisonment magic circles for her, and carefully asked about the key defense points.
Arthas is really a responsible prince… and he will definitely be a good husband in the future.