Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!After a moment of trance, Jaina stepped back with a wry smile, "Sorry, I...I'm a little gaffe."

The person in front of him is Arthas, yes, but Jaina also understands that people will not be resurrected after death, just as the destruction of Theramore is irreversible.

At this time, it was considered to have experienced strong winds and waves. Like Tirion, the well-informed Jaina quickly guessed the origin of Alsace. In fact, it was not a guess at all, because this was the only possibility.

Then, where did the Alsace in front of him come from, the answer is very simple-how Gul'dan appeared, and how did Arthas appear.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Proudmoore." Alsace bowed and saluted. "Although our meeting was a bit...cold."

Jaina and him looked at the surrounding ice at the same time, and Jaina somehow wanted to laugh so much, she couldn't stop smiling even when she bent down, and even burst into tears.

"Haha—this cold joke is so real! Haha—" Jaina stood upright with her staff, but soon a smile came out, making her unable to stop.

Arthas stood beside him silently, waiting for Jaina to finish smiling: she had been depressed for too long during this period, which actually made her feel a lot vented.

Gradually, Jaina's laughter stopped. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and whispered softly, "A long time ago, I had such a fantasy that you did not become the Lich King, and I don't need to blend in. For such and such things, the two of us were in Lordaeron, riding a horse and watching flowers together. Unfortunately, now that I have gray hair, I can't wait until this day."

Jaina ridiculed herself and lifted her hair. "More than ten years have passed. Everything I did was wiped out by Garrosh’s bomb. I gave everything for Theramore... even my father. .

The people of Theramore admire and admire me for this, but I never forgive myself, because my father’s death will never be able to hold back me. I used to think that I didn’t understand him, but now I found out that it was me. Never understood my father."

At this point, Jaina sighed deeply, "I once hated my father, thinking that he would never listen to any of my words, but I never heard him?"

Enough confession, Jaina finally breathed a sigh of relief from the pressure. She stroked her hair and became the prince and daughter of the Proudmoore family again, "Then, dear Prince Arthas, may I ask Why are you visiting Theramore?"

Arthas stepped aside, and the Frostmourne behind him continued to guide Theramore's soul. "After being destroyed by the magic bomb, a considerable part of the soul was trapped here. I happened to pass by and prepared Free them."

"Frostmourne...this sword is dangerous, Arthas, why do you have it?" Jaina held her staff nervously, she hadn't seen the sword clearly before.

"Don't worry, I erased the curse from the sword," Arthas hooked his finger, and Frostmourne fell into his hand very obediently, "I and Arthas you know, there are some...no Similarly, this sword is not dangerous to me, but can help me control the Scourge."

"Controlling the Scourge?" Jaina's expression was a bit sluggish, she didn't understand what Arthas meant.

"I am the new Lich King. I control the Scourge and use them to defend against the attacks of the Burning Legion. Otherwise, the Scourge without its master will be even more crazy and bring more suffering to the world." Net www.32wx.net

"Crazy idea...Even the most dangerous mage won't be like you." Jaina didn't know what to say, "but it looks like you should have succeeded - wait, you said that you lost the master's natural disaster Will the Legion be even crazier?"

"Yes."

"Then why did the Scourge retract back into the Icecrown Glacier after the Lich King in this world fell?" Jaina suddenly thought of this question.

"It's Bolvar."

"Bovar? Isn't this... he sacrificed?" Jaina didn't know this either. Tirion was the only survivor of the Battle of the Frozen Throne. He had said that Bovar and the Lich King died together.

"In order to imprison the Scourge, he voluntarily became the new Lich King. Therefore, he must also be erased from history-this is all Boval's request."

"Bovar..." Jaina sighed and read Bovar's name lightly. Fortagan's family had paid for the entire alliance. In the end, this great hero even felt that life was worse than death. Loaded with a heavy burden.

"Well, in every respect, he is a real hero... It's just that, with so many undeads in charge, Bervard's way of thinking will also change. Anyway, he may have some things thinking differently than we do. the same."

Jaina raised her eyebrows. Of course, she could hear what Arthas said. This was actually implying that she and the Alliance should be careful to become the Lich King Bolvar. He might do something that ordinary people can't accept.

Seeing that Jaina had received the message he had delivered, Arthas didn't say much anymore. After all, he was not Bovar, nor was he from this world, so he could not blame anyone for his actions.

At this moment, Frostmourne gleamed with blue light, and the surrounding souls disappeared. Arthas took the opportunity to withdraw the floating Frostmourne.

"Those souls...you want to take them away?"

"I want to take them where they should go, and staying in Theramore is also a torture for these undead."

Frostmourne sank into the shadow rift under the control of Arthas, and Arthas nodded slightly at Jaina, "The magic of the Focusing Iris bound them here. If they are not taken away, the ruins of Theramore may not be peaceful."

Jaina stared at Arthas's eyes for a while, and Arthas stared at Jaina without any shy. After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, "You didn't lie to me--I represent Theramore. The deceased expresses gratitude to you."

Although Arthas was exactly the same as the prince Jaina had remembered, Jaina didn't dare to pack a vote whether he would use these souls to do evil things, after all, he also got the cursed Frostmourne.

However, from Arthas's eyes, she could not see a trace of deception. He did not hide anything from himself, and Jaina's tight body also relaxed.

At the same time, Jaina felt a hint of rejoicing: he was still the kind prince of Lordaeron, a prince who would consider every inhabitant of Lordaeron, not the cold-blooded and brutal undead king.