Since I have no talent for commanding, I'll just fight them! Kill these undead!
"Mograine, there's an undead transport convoy carrying the plague outside the city. If left unchecked, the entire Eastweald region will fall."
"As crown prince, I order you to lead your troops and defend Hearthglen. I will personally lead the orc forces out of the city to destroy those undead convoys."
Mograine's first concern was for the crown prince's safety, but he eventually gritted his teeth and said,
"Prince Arthas, please return safely. We are waiting for you to lead us in slaughtering those scoundrels."
"Don't worry, no one can kill me. Lordaeron will last forever!"
With that, Arthas summoned his captain of the guard and a squad of escorts, along with Jaina and Sylvanas, and left the city to intercept the convoy.
One thing was quite surprising: no matter how far Arthas went, his aura could always cover the defenders of Hearthglen.
Experienced Mograine, though unaware of the aura's effect, keenly sensed a difference, attributing it to the Holy Light's protection.
He simultaneously slayed undead and directed the battle. His reckless nature didn't mean he'd act rashly when given clear instructions; on the contrary, he was a meticulous executor.
At least under his command, the Hearthglen defenders' casualties significantly decreased. As long as no major accidents occurred, holding out until dawn was not an issue.
With Arthas at the vanguard, a unit broke out of the undead encirclement and advanced into the gloomy wilderness.
Although he couldn't see distant objects, Arthas could always find the right direction according to the map panel provided by the system.
This made Sylvanas incredibly curious. Was there someone better at tracking than an elven ranger?
A woman should never become curious about a man; once she falls into the net of love, she can never escape!
Jaina didn't need to attack; she only needed to cast spells for illumination. This level of magic, combined with the Brilliant Aura, not only prevented mana loss but also restored a significant amount of it.
This also made her marvel, her deep gem-like eyes constantly watching her fiancé fighting valiantly, as if being by his side granted her an endless supply of mana.
Isn't this a walking Sunwell?
"Haha, exhilarating! A true man should fight in the wilderness! Little prince, I'm liking you more and more."
Grom laughed wildly, his body covered in ghoul claw marks. The more he was injured, the higher his fighting spirit soared.
A Holy Light descended, healing his wounds and instantly raising his health.
"You're not too bad yourself Grom. You and your clan may live in my territory, but you must first atone for your sins."
Arthas didn't look back, facing a giant abomination, and immediately struck it twice with his light warhammer.
Bash was activated, and the cleaver, which had been raised high, instantly drooped limply. A dazed expression appeared on its ugly, disgusting face, and a small whirlwind stun icon appeared above its head.
He was never afraid of a one-on-one fight!
After Grom and Arthas' fierce assault, the others only needed to follow up with finishing blows, and their advance was very fast.
In the distance, a dreadlord, Banehollow, was monitoring this small team.
Earlier, he had controlled the undead army to Hearthglen and received intelligence that this prince was courageous but lacked strong command skills.
How could such a person be an agent for The Scourge? He was too incompetent!
"Hey, Ner'zhul, this prince you chose isn't very ideal!"
A mental wave arrived, spanning a vast distance across continents.
"Banehollow, we need a fierce general, and this prince's identity will help us to overthrow the Eastern Kingdoms faster."
"Heh heh, and if he were too perfect, he'd be hard to control, wouldn't he?"
"Go to Stratholme. That will be his grave! And check on the altar's condition. Mal'Ganis wasn't much good either, to be killed like that. Hmph, he almost ruined The Legion's plan."
After being monitored for so long, it was a rare chance to talk back, so the Lich King was naturally impolite.
The dreadlord was only there to monitor him, ensuring the Lich King was executing The Legion's tasks. As for helping, that was just a cameo.
"Do I need you to tell me how to do my job?"
"Ner'zhul, remember your place. You have no right to order me around!"
Banehollow felt unlucky. If he couldn't complete The Legion's prelude mission, Archimonde, the second-in-command, would surely tear him to shreds!
Just as he was about to leave, he was horrified to discover that the squad was heading straight for him!
"You! Ah!"
Arthas unceremoniously slammed a hammer into his head.
"Stop! Halt! Ah! My toes!"
One wrong step led to many. Banehollow, having lost the initiative, was beaten and ran around holding his head.
Toe stomps, crotch kicks, eye gouges, neck hammers, every dirty trick in the book was thrown at him.
"Jaina!"
"Leave it to me."
When the dreadlord was stunned, a surge of Arcane energy enveloped and locked him, sealing his ability to cast spells.
"What a big fat fish! This is a high-ranking member of the Scourge. Interrogate him thoroughly; there will be unexpected surprises."
Arthas grinned, just lamenting that he had nothing to report.
Whether it was for beating him up to learn skills later, for external accountability, or for giving as a gift or research subject, he was an excellent choice.
A high-ranking demon filled with external mysteries, countless mages would go mad for him!
"No, no, no, you can't do this!"
The dreadlord was a master at manipulating hearts, and with just one glance, he saw the familiar look in Arthas' eyes. How could this prince, so despicable, be a paladin?
The Holy Light cannot save Azeroth!
After sending Grom and Falric back to Hearthglen to guard the dreadlord, Arthas set off again to catch up with the transport convoy.
The undead along the way were decreasing, as if the previous scene had even scared the Lich King.
Of the three dreadlords, one was dead awaiting resurrection, one was captured and suffering torture, and another was guarding it.
Looking around, he had no one left to use!
After catching up with the transport convoy, Arthas was somewhat surprised to find that the transported items were plague potions and spellcasting materials!
Even more delightful was being able to put these supplies into his backpack. With a wave of his hand, the convoy's supplies, along with the transport vehicles, vanished!
Accompanying them was an unknown death knight, who cried out,
"No, no, no! You can't do this!"
"If we lose this cargo, the master will skin us alive! Charge, kill them all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he discovered something even more terrifying: the human prince was staring at him with the eyes of a hunter.
Could it be that this prince wouldn't even spare a corpse?
"You're a good one, my little darling. Come back with me!"
My God!
As a walking embodiment of death, the death knight found the paladin before him utterly outrageous!
Bang!
After a few hammer blows, the death knight was stunned, bound, and taken away.
Sorry, your aura is excellent, and now it's mine boiiii!