The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Today is a bit strange, with many people's emotions fluctuating.

In a reception room in Ironforge, Alexandros Mograine, Alfred Abidis, Isellien, Fairbanks and Duan sat around the Rizeb crystal.

"Holy Light! Why doesn't King Magni help us make weapons!"

"Please calm down, Alexandros."

"Anger won't solve the problem. We just need to wait here slowly."

"King Magni also said that he had something in his heart and urgently needed to go to Lordaeron."

Seeing that Alexandros's face was getting worse and worse and he was getting angry, Alfred quickly pushed him down on his seat.

Mograine, this is not your territory now. It is impolite to be too arrogant in the dwarf territory.

We are here to ask for help, not for the dwarves to ask for help from us. You have such a bad temper.

"Calm down! How can you ask me to calm down!"

"Witnessed the tragedy in Stratholme! The terrible power of the Scourge."

"We were lost and happened to be favored by the Holy Light, so we were lucky enough to get this Holy Light Crystal."

With an outlet for his emotions, Alexandros quickly returned to normal as he spoke.

"Mograine, I'm not saying anything bad about you."

"Why not just spend some money and ask a mage in Dalaran to open the door? If that were the case, the weapons would have been made long ago."

"Look, two hours ago, King Magni stepped through the portal and arrived in Lordaeron."

"If you weren't so stupid, we could have picked up the artifact of the Holy Light, caught a ride, and followed King Magni back to Lordaeron."

Iselien had many complaints about Alexandros.

The Scourge is at our doorstep, shouldn't we do things in the quickest and most convenient way?

The Alliance's mages are not all dead yet! Is it difficult to find a mage who can cast the portal spell?

By the way, why did I ride south with him in the first place... I should have stayed in Lordaeron with Alfred...

"Ethan Lien! You never said anything like that!"

"You were the first one to take the lead and come here by boat... No one thought of asking a wizard to open the door."

"Don't think that just because you are my old friend, you can wrongly accuse me in front of me."

"No! Fairbanks, what are you doing to me!"

Also like Alfred, Fairbanks sat next to Alexandros.

He didn't want to speak or fight, but their quarrel was too loud.

He wanted to quietly drink the beer given by his dwarf brothers, but it was impossible because Alexandros threw the glass away.

In a rage, he and Alfred suppressed the quarrel between the two people. They were both paladins, so what were they quarreling about?

"You are really to blame, Mograine. You had another so-called precognitive dream."

"Farbanks! That is the revelation given to me by the Supreme Holy Light!"

Mograine retorted, bound by his brothers' large hands.

We are all paladins. If we don’t believe in the Holy Light, what else can we believe in... The facts prove that I am right!

"Shut up! I tolerate your anger, but you can't knock over the cup that is the symbol of friendship between me and the dwarves!"

"It was because of your theory that light cannot exist independently of darkness that I was able to obtain this crystal."

After holding Alexandros firmly, Fairbanks drank another glass of beer and said so.

"Therefore, we have to believe that you have once again received the revelation of the Holy Light."

"That's why we decided to come to Ironforge with you."

"Maybe I believed in evil, so I came here with you... Brothers, someone is coming..."

At this time, the three Bronzebeard brothers, who hurried back to Ironforge, pushed open the door of the reception room.

"Stop arguing! The three of us brothers will help you build the Ashbringer!"

After covering his two equally excited brothers beside him, the panting Magni stopped a battle that was about to break out.

"Where is the Rizeb crystal you were talking about? We need to start forging it now!"

"Brother, look there! There it is!"

"Hahaha! Second brother, third brother, grab your weapons!"

So, the three enthusiastic Bronzebeard brothers snatched the Rizebu Crystal and strode towards the forging room.

Alexandros and others, who thought they were going to have a fight, looked at each other. Are they going to fight just to grab a crystal?

I heard from them that the weapons were named in advance. Ashbringer? That's a good name.

The Ashbringer fits the image of the Holy Light artifact in our minds exactly. It will bring destruction to the Scourge and purify the evil with the sacred fire.

A voice stopped the five of them from continuing their guessing. Reality and dreams are different.

"Brothers of the Silver Hand, we need your help with something."

When Mograine and the other four looked in the direction of the sound, they saw a group of familiar people.

"Stratholme's executioner! Arthas! How dare you appear before us!"

"It's fine if you didn't catch him! But you're standing behind him! Traitor to the Holy Light!"

"Sinners of the Silver Hand! How dare you..."

It was okay to see Uther and other familiar faces, but when Alexandros found out that the leader was Arthas, his heart couldn't bear it anymore.

It can be said that the series of stimulations caused Alexandros' blood pressure to rise and his brain to overheat, causing him to talk nonsense.

In the blink of an eye, the Four Silver Saints behind Arthas took action.

Four chains of holy light bound Alexandros tightly, and four confessions allowed him to take a nap.

"Why are you persecuting me like this? I really didn't do that."

The cleansing of Stratholme was a stain on Arthas Menethil's life and brought him a lot of bad reputation.

Once Alexandros wakes up, he will be able to calm down, get some sleep, and his emotions will stabilize.

Being calm and composed is the standard of a paladin. Alexandros, you are too arrogant and even dare to confront your leader.

"Arthas, you still don't admit your mistake?"

"Uncle Alfred, don't be angry, please look at this silver coin."

The thoughtful and virtuous wife Jaina spoke up to stop Alfred from slandering her man. Diverting attention is her specialty.

After taking the silver coin handed over by Jaina and looking at it for a while, Alfred turned around and grabbed the collar of the arcanist Duan.

Ah, why don't you care about me? Abidis, I am willing to follow you to the ends of the earth. I hope you can care about me a little more...

This was the sentence Alfred saw, and he thought Duan had problems with his sexual orientation.

But when he thought about his daughter, a lot of things suddenly came to his mind.

So, Alfred, as an old father, got angry.

"Duane! You like my daughter, right!"

"As a man, you don't even dare to confess to me in person. Do you want to get close to me? Do you want to please me?"

"Fool, do you think I would hand my daughter over to a coward like you?"

"If you want to marry her, you have to get past me first."

Innocent Duan glanced at Bridget, who looked puzzled, behind Gianna. Duan knew he couldn't escape today.

Why did Jaina fish out the silver coins I threw in? She is very good at fishing. How come I didn't know that?

Alfred, shouldn't we denounce Alsace first?

But now that things have come to this, I can’t escape anymore.

"Bridget, I love you!"

"Duan, I understand your intentions, but I still need to think about it."

"daughter?"

……

"Calm down now, everyone. Now just follow my orders."

"Warriors of the Holy Light, come with me to Northrend and let us steal something."

"Reno, Darien, Bridget... and Sally, you don't have to go."

"Jaina! Open the door! Let us deliver warmth!"

"Okay!"