New King Alsace

[Warcraft fanfic + time travel + undead commander + anti-hero + loving father and filial piety + instant noodle flow] Before Alsace drew his sword, the last thing in his mind was: I haven't eaten my bowl of vine pepper beef noodles yet. When he opened his eyes again, he already had Frostmourne in his hand. Behind him, the dwarf prince shouted "The sword is cursed", and the ten thousand-year-old monster in the sword shouted "Give me your body". In the distance, the father of Lordaeron was still waiting for his triumphant return. He opened his mouth and wanted to say, "Run, this sword is poisonous." Sounds made: "Ahhhhh." ——Yes, spoilers have been blocked. So Alsace made a decision that went against his ancestors: since he couldn't say it, he would kill it. After cutting down the undead, cut down the demons, and after cutting down the demons, cut down the Burning Legion. By the way, the mean-mouthed Lich King in the sword was trained into a complainer, the ranger general of Silvermoon City was turned into an undead CEO, and the three feuding families of Mount Hyjal were held in the same tent for a meeting. Others traveled across time to be heroes, while he traveled across time to be a nanny. He is still the kind of person who is called a "filial son" by the whole world and squats in the snow with a Soul-Eating Sword on his back, eating cold instant noodles. But it doesn't matter. My young father has nothing but a tough life. "Kingdom doesn't have eternity, but instant noodles do. Even when it's cold, it's still instant noodles." ——Arthas Menethil, Lich King (and instant noodle taster) PS: Parallel World has a magically modified plot, please be careful when entering the original version. There is no salvation from the Holy Light, only two idiots to be tough. Contains a lot of old Ner'zuan's sayings, Jaina's violent output, and Sylvanas' forced business.