The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"We are all brothers. Come and have a bite. It is delicious food."

"It smells really good, brother. I really envy you guys."

"Hehe, of course, my brother, let us eat meat and drink wine."

"I toast to you, Muradin."

"Okay, okay, Muradin, cheers!"

Two identical dwarves, only dressed differently, faced each other and drank a large glass of beer.

They each put a hand on the other's shoulder and happily took a bite of the chicken leg that was as tall as them.

"The Arthas and Jaina here are completely different from ours, aren't they, Jaina?"

"Oh, my brother, they are perhaps exactly alike in another respect."

"Uh uh... Uh! How come I'm frozen too? I didn't provoke Jaina!"

It turned out that the two drunken dwarves were frozen below the neck by an icy ring from Jaina Proudmoore, who was sitting alone on the other side.

"Jaina, you know that straightforward dwarves love to drink, so let them go this time."

"Forget it, let me help Muradin..."

"Luo Ning, keep your voice down...eat some barbecue to replenish your body."

Vereesa, who was whispering with Roning, suddenly felt a bone-chilling gaze.

He quickly changed the subject, took two raw ribs and placed them on Luo Ning's small table, and pushed Luo Ning to light the fire and grill the meat.

An angry woman is unreasonable, and as a woman herself, Vereesa knows this well.

“The first time I saw another version of myself that was different from Arthas, I lost my composure a little bit.”

"Muradin, Rhonin, I'm sorry about this."

"If he and I had come this far, how happy we would have been."

After watching the video playing in the sky, Jaina Proudmoore sighed and removed the frost rings from the two Muradin.

"Jaina, we have to learn to move forward."

"We can't rewrite our past. Now we can only do our best to be ourselves."

"Don't be sad. The future is full of uncertainty. Who knows what's waiting for us?"

"Varian, have you ever considered Valeera's feelings?"

"I think you should know that there is a shocking rumor circulating among the residents of Stormwind City."

"Valeera is Anduin's stepmother, and Anduin really needs enough maternal love."

Varian, who was standing beside Jaina and trying to comfort her, was stunned. Jaina, could you please not change the subject?

I have a wife, my beloved Tiffin, and I have vowed to love only her.

Besides, I have never heard of such rumors.

Are you trying to refute my statement with this reason? But the problem is that you don't even have a child.

Stormwind City has an heir. I have done my duty to my ancestors and my subjects.

Could it be that Kul Tiras no longer needs an heir? The problem is that Drake and Tanred are both gone...

The two dwarves, who were drunk not long ago, became slightly sober after being blown by the cold wind.

Hearing the conversation between Varian and Jaina, they subconsciously expressed their opinions.

"Don't worry, kid. The world is beautiful because it is different."

"Jaina, the other person I said was right. Life can be wonderful because of its differences."

As he said this, he took a few bites of the chicken leg. It was almost finished and couldn't be wasted.

Because for them, as explorers, wasting food is a taboo.

A dwarf's brave life should not be wasted on fine wine and delicious food.

"Our life will not be smooth sailing, but full of ups and downs. You will..."

"When you look back on your life, you will eventually find..."

With two thuds, the two Muradin were knocked down by Arthas who emerged from the nearby portal, stirring up the white snow.

Clusters of white dots were lightly painted on the three people, making them look so embarrassing.

Fortunately, the chicken legs in the hands of the two Muradin were all eaten up, leaving only the big bones.

"Arthas, are you okay?"

"I want to ask you, have you resolved all your issues?"

"I have something very important to tell you. You must..."

The enthusiastic big brother Varian extended a helping hand to the three people who fell to the ground, showing the demeanor of the Supreme King of the Alliance.

Unfortunately, Valeera blocked his mouth, not allowing him to continue.

Varian, with tears in his tiger eyes, sighed and left.

Arthas, my dear brother, it's not that I won't help you, but they are too...

In the blink of an eye, Varian found a suitable position and asked Tirion for a cup of warm beer.

Not long ago, he, like Arthas, saw images that he did not want to see.

I am clearly the pure and loyal High King of the Alliance, why would I...

Tiffin, I miss you. I want to give Anduin to Valeera to raise.

Since he likes Valeera so much, he should recognize her as his godmother.

I hope that after I die, we can be together again.

"Varian, I'm fine. Besides you, I have Muradin to help me."

"Of course, you and I are brothers, we haven't seen each other for many years."

"To show my gratitude, let me give you a bottle of good wine that is more than ten years old."

“This wine is definitely a top-quality wine with a mellow taste that leaves a lasting aftertaste.”

Arthas stood up, brushed the snow off his body, and excitedly held Varian's hand.

Arthas, who was full of enthusiasm, did not notice that there were many burning eyes staring at him around him.

"Arthas, don't you notice that the people around you are looking at you in a strange way?"

"Oh, Muradin, someone caused trouble while Jaina and I were away?"

"It's true that no one is causing trouble, but please be careful with the tone of your speech."

"Child, you have to know that having no problem is the biggest problem."

"We noticed that you have a little problem. How about you take a look at the mirror?"

"My problem? My tone? What could be wrong?"

"Mirror, is there one? Muradin, don't fool me."

At this time, Ronin, who was grilling meat for Vereesa, kindly made a mirror with natural materials and placed it in front of Arthas.

He turned around and shaved a few times the ribs that were emitting a charred aroma, then gave Vereesa a thumbs up with a beaming face.

Dear Vereesa, I, Rhonin, did another good thing today.

By the way, I don’t have any other requests now, just ask you to do me a favor.

Could you help me grill some ribs? I'm a little tired because my mana is exhausted.

"Muradin, what can happen to me... I understand."

"Well...everyone just enjoy your food and drinks. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Arthas cleared his throat and immediately transformed from the Lich King back into the Prince of Lordaeron.

When Arthas looked at himself in the mirror as the Lich King, his face changed. It turned out that he had forgotten to change his clothes again.

It's all Jaina's fault. She didn't even give me time to change my appearance and sent me back.

So, Arthas prepared to find a place, sit down and wait quietly for Jaina to deal with the transformation of Nozdormu.

Unfortunately, before he could squat, he was pulled up by two dwarf masters.

The two Muradin's large, fan-like hands held Arthas' shoulders tightly, and as a demigod, he was unable to break free from the restraints.

This was because a spell restriction in his body was triggered by a lady who was also a demigod in the distance.

The two Muradin were at a loss, so a kind and lovely girl entrusted them with an important task.

In order to complete the task they desired, they had to force Arthas to stay.

"Child, we have something we want to show you."

“It’s just too heavy for us.”

"Arthas, we need your help."

"Of course, you know me. I am approachable and tolerant. That's what I mean..."

At this moment, Sylvanas pushed the screen that was playing the image of a prince in front of Arthas.

"Holy Light! The evil before me deserves my serious attention."

"What did you say? Show off your love in front of me."

Arthas, wearing silver-white armor and holding a holy hammer, was kicked away by the Lich King.

"Frostmourne, obey me!"

The sound of iron pounding could be heard as the blacksmith Arthas was hammering away at Frostmourne.

"Father, all I see is...darkness."

"Arthas, it's bright, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Don't close your eyes, my child, wake up!"

With a snap, the Lich King lying on the Frozen Throne was picked up by Terenas and slapped awake.

"Don't just focus on attacking the tank. Go and kill the other side's nurse quickly, then deal damage, and finally kill the tank."

"Think of Jaina, think of invincibility, think of your subjects, you can't die!"

"If you want to die, die quickly! The next batch of warriors are waiting in line outside."

"Hurry up and say your lines. Send yourself to the Shadow Realm. Time waits for no one."

"Tirion! Act decisively! End the battle as quickly as possible! I'm getting off work!"

"I will obey your orders, Your Highness Prince Arthas."

The scene ended, and Arthas' eyes widened in disbelief, like a lifelike statue.

Not far away, Tirion, who was drinking warm wine, shrugged his shoulders, and a holy light shone on Arthas.

My child, I feel very uncomfortable too. I can only sacrifice you to attract other people's attention.

I, Tirion Fordring, have never done such a thing. If I had, I must have had my unspeakable reasons.

Arthas couldn't believe what he saw. At this moment, the only thing he could think of was, Jaina, you're cheating me again.

For a moment, the only sound around was the whistling cold wind, which stubbornly tried to send Arthas a cold wind blessing from Northrend.

At the same time, after taking a closer look at the note in her hand, Sylvanas felt very happy.

She didn't expect that the person who understood her best was Jaina from the parallel world. In her world, it would be great if Jaina was the same as this confidant.

She was in the right place, but at the wrong time.

Fortunately, the God of Fate favored her and allowed her to complete her revenge on Arthas in another way.

"I've taken care of it. Does anyone need my help?"

"Jaina, I'm telling you, next time don't..."

In an instant, Arthas came back to life and picked up Jaina who was walking out of the portal.

Arthas was prepared to serve his queen according to family rules, because some things could not be revealed.

However, Jaina was already prepared, and a fleshy wombat knocked Arthas away.

"My dear prince, you didn't let me speak out after I did something wrong, right?"

"You have to accept justice. This is a necessary sacrifice."

"Look at everyone, they are laughing so happily."

"You have to know that everything has a price."

With a bitter face, Arthas glanced at Varian. Now he understood what his elder brother wanted to tell him.

Unfortunately, he didn't take it seriously, which led to this tragedy, and now it's too late.

It hurts, my heart hurts so much.

If I had known this, I would have taken Jaina away next time and not let her have nothing to do.

"By the way, Arthas, there is one more thing."

"Face the camera and smile, bastard!"