The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

[System prompt: The host has been detected to have activated the Time Gate, and is currently teleporting the host and his companions to the Scourge of Lordaeron - Level 7 - the coast of Northrend.]

[Detected that there is an episode before the level, entering the episode - Parting ways. 】

An unknown transparent couple suddenly appeared in this world.

"Arthas, we have turned into spirits together."

"Is this what Stratholme looked like after it was purified? It's really horrible, a..."

Jaina, who was still curious about why she was floating in the air, fell silent when she saw the tragic scene of broken walls, corpses everywhere, and flames all around Stratholme.

"Don't be sad, Jaina. I am always by your side."

"Come and see, I just stretched out my hand and passed through."

"Only when I touch you can I hold you firmly."

Seeing that Jaina's eyes turned red due to the scene, Arthas hurriedly hugged her and found a topic to divert her attention.

My wife is still as kind as before, without any change.

He felt sorry for her, but luckily everything had changed on their side.

As the two were hugging each other, a woman who looked exactly like the one lying in Arthas' arms slowly walked over.

"There are dead bodies everywhere... I can't believe this was done by Arthas."

With a look of compassion, she looked around at the citizens who were not infected with the plague and were dealing with the aftermath of the massacred villagers.

Some people kept silent and endured the grief while carrying the corpses, some cried bitterly before burning the corpses, some prayed for the holy light to let the dead rest in peace, and some cursed the army for its cruelty and indiscriminate killings...

This situation made her, who was standing still, feel unbelievable, extremely guilty and regretful.

She didn't know whether all this was right or wrong. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why she was struggling to seek peace in the future.

"Jaina! Jaina Proudmoore!"

"Lord Uther?"

At this time, a panting, steady and familiar middle-aged male voice came from behind her.

She quickly turned around and responded to Uther who had hurried over.

"Ah, Jaina. I was thinking you might be here."

"Where is he, girl? Where is Arthas and his fleet?"

Uther took a breath and did not reminisce or express any emotion. He was just busy asking her where Arthas had gone with the fleet.

When Uther saw the horrific scene in Stratholme, he was angry at what the prince had done and regretted not stopping him.

Uther learned from the guards at the nearby dock that Arthas had left with several ships.

Uther, who immediately thought of continuing to stop the prince, returned to Stratholme.

Come here to find Jaina Proudmoore, only she will know where the prince has gone.

"He came to see me before he left."

"I begged him not to go. I told him it might be a trap!"

Because before the prince left, he went to look for her on purpose.

But no matter how hard she begged, the prince, his eyes filled with hatred, left her in disappointment.

"Where did he go?"

"Northrend. He's going to Northrend to hunt down Mal'Ganis."

The dazed princess subconsciously answered Uther's question. She still held a glimmer of hope for her prince.

He would return to her safe and sound, hug her tightly as he had in the past, and talk to her about his heroic deeds.

Just like this, stay with her forever and fulfill the promise we made to each other.

"This brat! I must report this to King Terenas."

"Oh, don't blame yourself too much, girl."

"This...massacre is not your responsibility."

Uther came to Jaina Proudmoore and tried to persuade her, then hurried away.

Uther, who failed to stop Arthas Menethil from making a big mistake, now only wants to stop him.

The undead who planned this conspiracy in the dark was too cunning, and his apprentice was not mature enough.

We must stop him from actively falling into the trap of the undead before things become irreversible.

In an instant, thunder roared over Stratholme, where heavy rain was falling.

Along with the thunder came the prophet that Jaina Proudmoore had met a few days ago.

After the crow fell, it transformed into a human form.

Medivh, holding the chicken leg stick, came to Jaina Proudmoore again.

"Although the undead in this land have been pacified for now, don't be fooled by illusions."

"In the cold north, your young prince will find only death."

Medivh, who worked hard to get humans to cross the sea to Kalimdor and form an alliance with orcs and night elves to fight against the Burning Legion, predicted the end of Arthas Menethil.

"It's you! Arthas is just doing what he thinks is right."

Hearing Medivh's sarcasm about his lover, Jaina Proudmoore loudly refuted his remarks.

This was the path her prince had chosen himself, and she respected her lover's choice.

Anyone who has not experienced these things personally like the prince is not qualified to decide his fate.

As a mage, Jaina Proudmoore knows the future fate, and she is not the only one.

Who knew that his Highness the Prince would pacify the source of evil in the north and return with glory?

As the saying goes, don’t advise others to do good without experiencing their suffering.

"While that's admirable, that kind of enthusiasm will only lead to his own undoing."

"The burden now falls on your shoulders, young man."

"You must lead your people westward to the ancient continent of Kalimdor."

"Only there can you fight the darkness and save the world from the flames."

After the foreshadowing in Stratholme, Medivh asked this question to the little girl in front of him.

Now, it's Jaina Proudmoore's turn to make a choice.

After listening to Medivh's words, she already knew that the Raven Prophet's prediction was most likely correct.

Only the Kul Tiras fleet has the ability to carry countless exiled people to flee to Kalimdor.

At this moment, the idea of ​​crossing the west was deeply buried in her heart.

However, she is unable to make this difficult decision now, and she needs time to think.

Because her power is limited, it is difficult to convince most people to go with her.

Seeing Jaina Proudmoore in deep thought, the Ravenseer Medivh left Stratholme with satisfaction.

Soon, a familiar voice interrupted Jaina Proudmoore's thoughts again.

"Warriors, let us work together to collect the bodies of these innocent civilians."

The voice sounded very much like that of his lover, Arthas Menethil.

"It's you! The evil prince!"

"Butcher! How dare you come back here!"

"Devil! Pay for my child's life!"

The extremely sad citizens of Stratholme are angrily denouncing their once beloved prince.

"Citizens of Stratholme, I will not run away."

"I will bear the consequences of all this and take my due responsibilities."

"No matter how much you abuse me, please believe me again."

"Please listen to me, we must work together for..."

When Jaina Proudmoore looked for the sound, she saw the surviving citizens throwing things at the prince.

Arthas Menethil's bright silver armor was already in tatters. He did not show any anger, only sadness and self-blame on his face.

No matter how he was attacked and insulted, he just quietly collected the remains of the dead.

His firm will, strong physique and warm holy light kept him going.

Finally, the survivors were tired and able to calm down their anger and sadness.

Seeing the silent actions of the prince and the army, a man walked out of the crowd. He did not say a word, but took the initiative to help.

In this way, more and more survivors followed, and together they gathered their strength to deal with the countless bones in Stratholme.

Jaina Proudmoore did not approach her prince immediately, but was just like an ordinary person, doing her part.

Finally, she rushed over and hugged Arthas Menethil tightly while he was resting.

"Welcome back, my prince."

"Jaina, I'm so sorry."

"Now I am really too..."

Before Arthas Menethil could finish his words, Jaina Proudmoore hugged his face and kissed him hard.

After a long moment, she whispered softly in his ear: "No, Arthas."

"You have always been my hero in my heart, my beloved prince."

"My dear, I won't dislike you. You are so handsome now..."

Uther, Falak and others who were resting nearby quietly left here and prevented others from coming over to give them a private space.

I peeked at the two people next to me, whispering to each other, being affectionate and affectionate.

Jaina, who had shed countless tears, was not willing to be outdone and went up to him.

"My hero, I want one too!"

"Of course, my princess."

Same people, different place, there is a close, intimate, and inseparable couple enjoying each other's gifts.

"This is a land abandoned by the Holy Light. You can't even see the sun in the sky!"

"The howling cold wind makes people's bones ache, but you don't shiver at all."

"Your Highness, are you all right?"

"Your Highness, why do you seem to be holding..."

"Your Highness Princess Jaina! Why are you here?!"

"Your Highness Prince Arthas! We didn't mean it!"