Chapter 2538: Returning to the Palace

Shen Long walked over slowly, and waved towards the boat from a distance, "Jianna, Muradin, are you all right?" He looked no different from a few days ago now, and he didn't seem to have experienced the same thing at all. The look of a fierce battle.

"Alsace!" Jaina couldn't control herself anymore, and quickly ran across the deck, rushing towards Shen Long, and finally the two young men hugged each other on the coast of Northrend.

"It's okay, it's okay, everything is over." Shen Long touched Jaina's head to comfort him, "Look, what I said at the beginning, you just have to wait patiently, I will be back. "

"You know how much I miss you these days!" Jaina hugged Shen Long tightly, unwilling to part with him at all, and groped Shen Long with her hands, as if wanting to make sure that he was really not injured.

"Hey, buddy, it's great to see Li come back!" After they finally parted, Muradin came over and patted Shen Long's... waist affectionately, and he could only get here.

The dwarves had already lit a bonfire on the coast. They prepared a meal and invited Shen Long to enjoy it. While eating, Shen Long talked about his adventures in the Icecrown Glacier, "...Ner'zhul was bound in one In the huge ice coffin, his body has been destroyed, and his soul has suffered a lot of damage, leaving only the ability to bewitch... I was already in despair, but thanks to the blessing of the Holy Light, an avalanche occurred, and all the undead The Scourge are all destroyed..."

"After the avalanche was over, I purified Ner'zhul with the holy light." Well, I'm not lying, after all, the last bit of Ner'zhul's soul was indeed purified by the holy light. "Now Northrend continent Most of the undead Scourge army has been buried under the ice and snow, and the remaining part seems to be dealt with by the surviving Nerubians!"

"Without Ner'zhul, the followers of the cursed sect in places such as Seminary and Naxxramas will lose their roots. When I return to Lordaeron, I will immediately organize an army to clean it up. Muradin, I need you too Your help!" To completely remove the influence of the Cursed Sect, naturally the more allies the better.

"I'll go find Magni when I get back to Ironforge!" His elder brother Magni Bronzebeard is the king of Khaz Modan. Muradin has seen the threat of the undead Scourge army in Northrend and knows this seriousness.

"I will also go back to the Kirin Tor to seek help from my mentor." Jaina was reluctant to leave with Shen Long, but she knew the seriousness of this matter. The armies of Lordaeron and Khaz Modan can deal with ordinary undead legions, The enemies of the School of Spirituality still need the help of mages. These mages are not easy to eliminate. They may not be able to fight against the army, but they are good at running away and hiding their tracks. Once they are hidden, they are really hard to find.

"I believe His Excellency Antonidas will solve this matter!" Ner'zhul, Kel'Thuzad, and Mal'Ganis are all dead, and the rest is just Kirtunos, Jandis, Barov and the like It's just a small role, and it's not hard to handle.

"What happened to this sword? I seem to feel that it is not as scary as when I first saw it!" Muradin looked at Frostmourne.

Shen Long took off Frostmourne and handed it to Muradin, "You have to try it! The curse attached to it by Ner'zhul has completely disappeared with his death!" In a sense, this sword It can also be said to be Ner'zhul's Horcrux. Shen Long still has some experience in dealing with Horcruxes.

Muradin took the sword carefully, stroked the blade and hilt lightly, and murmured, "It's really a good sword.

I don't know who made it. "Dwarves have always been good at forging, and when Muradin saw such an excellent weapon, he instinctively began to wonder how it was forged.

It's a good thing I didn't let you see my flying sword, or you would be more addicted. Although Frostmourne is excellent, it is not fundamentally different from other weapons on the continent of Azeroth, and the flying sword is another A power system.

After eating, everyone re-boarded the boat, and then left Northrend and took a boat south. After the boat arrived in Lordaeron, they changed horses and headed to the royal city. They sound only on occasion of state affairs—the royal wedding, the birth of the heir, the king's funeral, all the great events that mark the course of a kingdom, but today they ring for joy, to celebrate their prince's achievement of a great victory.

Shen Long sent back news as soon as he arrived in Lordaeron, telling how he discovered the mastermind behind the plague, how to find and kill it, when he strode towards the capital without riding a horse, he was greeted with cheers and applause, Wu Searle and Farik also stood at the gate of the city with smiles on their faces to welcome him in.

"Alsace, you are now a legend of Azeroth." Uther said with relief.

"Congratulations, Your Royal Highness! It's a pity that I didn't go to Northrend with you to obtain this honor." Farik's tone was full of regret.

The solid suspension bridge was lowered, and Shen Long strode across surrounded by the crowd. Those diplomats, lower nobles and other dignitaries from the elves, dwarves, and dwarves not only filled the courtyard, but also crowded the high-ranking people. In the observation room above, pink, white, and red rose petals rain down on the returning hero.

"Our wedding will have more and more beautiful flowers than today." Shen Long whispered in Jaina's ear, and Jaina's face flushed, and her heart was full of anticipation.

Shen Long walked into the huge door of the throne room and strode forward. He took a quick look at Terenas, "Alsace, I am so happy to see you back safely." Terenas said, trembling Stand up majestically.

Terenas looked a little haggard. After all, too many things happened in Lordaeron during the previous period. The lord of Stratholme was executed. Constantly sending troops to clean up these zombies, and at the same time buying food from other countries to prevent Lordaeron from starving, these are very exhausting.

It doesn't matter now, since I'm back, leave these troublesome things to me! Shen Long saluted with Jaina, Muradin and others. He held the hilt of Frostmourne in his hand, and muttered in his heart, hey, he came to Lordaeron's palace with Frostmourne, if he didn't stab the sword , I always feel that something is missing.

But forget it, Shen Long put these messy thoughts aside, and began to discuss with Terenas about forming a coalition.

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