The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

I am Muradin Bronzebeard, and my profession is either a warrior or an explorer.

He is one of the three famous Bronzebeard brothers of Khaz Modan, ranking second.

The three of us are kings of the hill, and our father, Madoran Bronzebeard, has high hopes for us.

I believe that under the leadership of our three brothers, Ironforge and Khaz Modan will become even more powerful.

This is indeed the case. My eldest brother Magni is the dwarf king of our Bronzebeard clan. He is majestic, brave, and loves his people.

Oh, and my lovely niece, Moira. I wonder which dwarf will be lucky enough to marry her in the future and become the future king of Khaz Modan.

My third brother Brian is an explorer like me, but the problem is that he is too good compared to me.

Although he and I are both co-founders of the Explorers' Association, he loves adventure and has many friends, and I admit that I am far inferior to him.

Therefore, being in a special position between the two of them, wouldn’t it be a bit awkward if I didn’t conquer the world?

Sorry, I got off topic. Um... I also have a disciple who learned martial arts from me, Arthas Menethil, who is the future king of Lordaeron.

By the way, I always feel that Magni wants to abdicate to me by asking me to be a diplomatic ambassador.

Did he think I would fall for such a cheap trick? Being a king is such a tiring job, it is better to be a prince and go out to explore.

I agree with Brian on this point. As the eldest of the three of us, how can he be so lazy?

For the sake of Khaz Modan and Ironforge, and even the happy lives of your brothers, Magni, you should be more responsible.

While Brann was exploring the Eastern Kingdoms, I led an expedition to Northrend to prevent him from getting ahead of himself.

Before leaving, I went to the wishing well in Dalaran and threw a silver coin, hoping that the holy light would bless us.

As for why I went there, it was because I got a treasure map. There was a artifact called Frostmourne there, and I just wanted to study the rune sword.

After all, we, the Explorers' League, are determined to explore every corner of Azeroth, collect Azeroth's treasures, history, geography, and culture, and use them to build the world's largest and richest library.

However, we had not been exploring this frozen wasteland for long when we were attacked by a group of dead beings who had been resurrected from beneath the snow.

It's terrible, they don't feel afraid at all. I didn't feel so exhausted fighting against the orcs. The long battle exhausted us.

We relied on the camp we selected and the muskets we brought with us to barely resist the attack of the undead.

In order to seek help from the outside world, I lit more than ten emergency rescue scrolls, but no one or news came to Northrend to support us.

Faced with such a situation, we were almost in despair. Food and gunpowder were being consumed day by day, and the beer we had stored became a luxury. This was very sad for the dwarves.

Our beer and beards are equivalent to the blood and thunder that orcs often shout. Without beer, for us dwarves who love wine, it would be a living hell!

Some of my old friends were injured, but fortunately, with the help of Holy Light and healing potions, they are now fine.

Not long ago, Balgun and I discussed our future. We can't waste any more time.

The undead are constantly harassing us from land, sea and air. We can't afford to lose any time and must send a death squad out to ask for help.

So, I decided to lead the brave warriors out to seek help, hoping that our ships along the coast were still there or that we could find other ways to seek help.

However, when I was about to take a nap and rest, a portal emitting blue arcane light appeared in front of me.

Having had experience fighting against the undead, my first thought was that this portal was created by an evil necromancer.

Because they are the only ones who can cast spells, and from our observations, they seem to be the leaders of the undead outside.

Just as I was getting ready to go, I saw two familiar figures poking their heads out of the portal.

"Good boy, little girl, it turned out that the Alliance sent you to rescue us."

"Great! Our expedition team is saved. You are finally here."

"What's going on! Just the two of you? Doesn't Magni know what kind of enemy we are facing?"

"Alas, I should have thought of it earlier. You wouldn't believe the news of the resurrection of the dead."

Seeing that only Arthas and Jaina walked out of the portal, Muradin, who was originally so excited that he wanted to jump up, suddenly became dejected and looked depressed.

"Muradin, the two of us are more powerful than a thousand men."

"The Scourge is nothing more than a plaything in our hands."

Half-crouching, Arthas gently held down Muradin, clenched his fist with one hand, and explained to the dwarf with confidence.

"Supreme Holy Light! Be with us! Will protect us..."

"Jaina, why did you hit me?"

Arthas, who had just summoned a ball of holy light and was about to fool Muradin, was slapped on the head by Jaina.

I just felt dizzy and the world outside my eyes was shaking.

"Sorry, Muradin, Arthas..."

"Alas, I know. Jaina, Arthas is lying."

"He simply doesn't understand the horror of those deaths."

Realizing that Arthas was trying to comfort him, Muradin changed the subject.

"We have to leave here immediately, um...it's..."

"It is the treasure you came to Northrend to find - Frostmourne."

At this time, Arthas took out Frostmourne. As the rune sword that exhaled cold air appeared, the temperature dropped slightly.

"This, this is simply...great! You...why did you take it away?"

"You can't do this, Arthas."

"I am the best and dearest master in your heart, and also an honest and simple dwarf prince."

"But, Muradin, I went through great pains to snatch it from the devil."

After only showing Frostmourne his face, Arthas put the sword behind him and ignored Muradin's request.

"Good brother, let me study it, just for a moment. It is a very precious artifact."

Muradin became anxious when he saw Arthas taking away Frostmourne.

The treasure was right in front of him, and as an explorer he couldn't let go of this opportunity.

With a snap, Arthas flew backwards and was buried in the snow.

It was just a light sweep of Jaina's staff, but Arthas left in such an exaggerated way.

What should she say? After spending so much time together, Jaina had gotten used to it and had to do it herself.

However, before Arthas flew away, Jaina snatched Frostmourne.

It also instructed Frostmourne not to hurt anyone, otherwise it would be hidden in the dark room forever.

Frostmourne instantly turned into a good boy. The two sword spirits knew very well that with the personalities of Arthas and Jaina, there was a high possibility that they would be hidden from the public.

"Oh, Jaina, you are such a good kid."

"Compared to you, Arthas is indeed inferior to you. He is a bad bastard."

Taking the Frostmourne handed over by Jaina, Muradin's face turned red with excitement. He took a deep breath and blew on his beard.

"Frostmourne, you are finally in my hands. I am so happy."

"Don't be happy yet, Muradin, we are here to save you."

Jaina, who gave Muradin what he wanted, began to tell him the purpose of her and Arthas's visit.

"Let's gather the expedition team first and make sure no one of you is left behind. Then we can take you back."

"We can't stay in Northrend for long. A war comparable to the last orc invasion has begun."

"Girl! Is this true? I'll go and call the guys in the camp right away."

There was no time to ask questions, Muradin quickly ran to gather the expedition team, the matter was urgent.

He threw Frostmourne before he ran, and inserted it steadily into the snow.

The news that Jaina said was too shocking. The two wars after the opening of the Dark Portal were still fresh in his memory.

We haven't had peace for a few years. Not only did we have the orc riot some time ago, but now we have to fight with the dead.

If a war really breaks out, staying here will be a dead end. No wonder the Alliance has not supported us.

Muradin, who was thinking in the wrong way, didn't realize that his signals for help were actually received by no one.

The ones who received the messages were Ner'zhul and Mal'Ganis, whose original intention was to arrange for Muradin to accelerate Arthas's corruption.

However, not long after the planned scenario began, a miraculous rain of holy light completely destroyed the plague they had set in the Eastern Kingdoms.

Some of the remaining stragglers were captured or killed by the troops organized by the three kingdoms of the alliance.

At this time, Jaina laughed secretly, left here in a flash, and caught up with Muradin.

"Well...why didn't Jaina come to call me and give me a hand?"

Buried in the snow, Arthas, with his eyes closed, suddenly found that the surroundings were too quiet. He quickly brushed off the snow on his body, supported himself with one hand, and climbed up.

"Jaina, Muradin, don't abandon me, I'm still here!"

Looking around, he found that there was really no one there. Arthas sighed sadly and summoned Invincibility.

"No way, you guys really left. I just wanted to... forget it, Wudi, run over there."

So, in the snowy continent of Northrend, the prince rode alone on a black horse, drew his sword, and searched everywhere for the princess.

"Ner'zhul, do you have any explanation for this?"

"My Lords, I have no intention of betraying you. I have always been cooperating with Lord Mal'Ganis."

"Regarding the things in the video, I think it is very likely a conspiracy planned by mortals. Don't believe everything in it."

"The most likely possibility is that Arthas and Jaina are trying to make us fight among ourselves."

"But no matter what you need me to do, I will definitely cooperate. Even if you have to place some restrictions on me... that's fine."

After seeing the "future" images, Ner'zhul pondered this matter over and over again in just a few seconds.

After thinking it through, he spoke out his opinion loudly, and Ner'zhul understood it very well.

What Tichondrius needs is for me to express the corresponding attitude. He will never take my life.

The current situation is too unfavorable, so it is important to have an extra helper.

Everyone has their own master's mission, they are fighting for death, and they are partners on the same front.

"Ner'zhul, since you say you are willing, then I really have no choice."

"Now, please ask my brothers, Balnazzar, Varimathras, and Mal'Ganis to take action and deal with Ner'zhul as you requested."

"We are happy to oblige, Tikaudius."

"Lord Tichondrius... this shouldn't be the case... I clearly..."

"Alas... I'm obviously a good person, but this is the reality."

Tichondrius turned and sighed as his brother approached the Lich Queen bound in the large block of ice.

"Do not blame us, Ner'zhul."

“Ugh…Ah!”

"Your hidden dangers are too great. We must proceed with caution."

"I hope you can understand the difficulties we have buried deep in our hearts. We have no choice but to do this. I feel uneasy!"