The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

It was still in that simple farmyard, but this time there were a few fewer familiar faces and a few more familiar people at the meeting.

Standing in front of the bewildered Tirion Fordring was his wife Kalandra, and next to him was his filial eldest son.

"Kalandra, Tailan, why are you here?"

"I...I already..."

"I'm sorry, Tirion, you've suffered so much over the years."

Kalandra, with a slightly hoarse voice, threw herself into the arms of Tirion, who was still standing stupidly at the door.

"Kalandra, I'm not miserable. It's good for me to protect you silently outside."

"Look, in this little yard, I only spent less than a year to grow your favorite apples. I also planted some wheat."

"During my exile, which lasted less than a year, I lived very well. I hunted game from time to time and made my own bread. I was very happy."

Tirion, who was trying to comfort his wife, hugged Kalandra and retorted slowly.

Being in the prime of his life, he never expected that his wife and son would find him in less than a year.

He thought that he would eventually become old and weak as time passed.

He lay quietly on the wooden bed, recalling his life, and left the world quietly.

"My love, look at you now, you've lost weight."

"I'm still strong, my love. Look at me, I can hold you effortlessly."

To show that he was still strong, Tirion held up Kalandra, just as he had done when they were young.

For a moment, Kalandra seemed to have regained her youth, her spirits were full, her face was flushed, and she seemed to have become younger.

In the blink of an eye, Tirion took the initiative to kiss Kalandra. In broad daylight, he was shameless and kissed...

Kalandra still remembered that in the past, when she was young, Tirion would pick her up and spin her around every time he came home, and pamper her like a princess.

He is still like this now, and they are a loving couple for many years, but there are still many acquaintances watching around! How exciting!

"Fordin, there are other people watching... I feel a little..."

"Dear Calandra, we are an old married couple."

"It's rare that you come to see me, so of course I'm a little excited and can't help myself."

"Dear Fording, you are still the same as before..."

"Mother, Prince Arthas..."

"Taelan, you're mistaken. We are simply here to reminisce about the past with Tirion."

It turned out that it was Oryx who came to the rescue, covered Tailan's mouth with his hand, and explained loudly for him.

Taylan, my good brother, your parents are back together, and I don’t think it’s a good thing to say.

What's more, Arthas and Her Majesty Jaina have given us plenty of time, so there is no need to be so anxious.

I hope that in the future, you won’t be beaten up by Uncle Tirion and Aunt Kalandra before you can come to the training ground for training.

Uncle and aunt, is this really okay for you? Tailan doesn't have a wife yet...

Supreme Holy Light! Please forgive your believers. I shouldn't have such thoughts. I am willing to repent.

"I thought today would be my last day, but it seems my worst fears have not come true."

"My good son, is there anything Prince Arthas would like you to convey to me?"

"I have enough time to answer your questions now, and you'd better think carefully about what you should say."

"My old friends, I have something very important to ask..."

"Fordin, we all understand. We can't see anything."

After putting his wife down, Tirion, who was in high spirits and with bright eyes, pulled Taeran in front of him and spoke in a friendly manner.

Uther and others who were standing in front of the wooden house turned around tacitly and gently covered their ears.

As Tirion's good brothers for many years, they knew very well what Tirion would do in such a situation.

There was no reason for Tailan to disturb anyone else, but he had to disturb the warm moment of his parents' reunion.

"Stop, father! I, Taelan Fordring, have anticipated this."

"Take a look at these things, and then make a decision whether or not you want to talk to me properly."

Taelan responded to Tirion in a deep voice and threw out three things.

They are a war hammer, a war flag, and a warm family portrait of three.

"Well...you are the proudest child of Calandra and me, Tailan."

"As your most respected father, how could I do anything to you?"

"By the way, in recent times, I always feel that there is a dark force watching me."

The three things that Tailan took out left him helpless. When did the silly boy become so smart?

At this moment, glancing at his wife who was trying hard to hold back her smile, Tirion, who was familiar with her, instantly understood that it was Kalandra who ordered it!

After a moment of silence, Tirion quickly changed his attitude and quickly changed the subject.

"Child, perhaps this is what His Highness Arthas came to me for, am I right?"

"Yes, Father."

"The same orcish menace that once threatened Lordaeron is approaching. I worked so hard to repel them not long ago."

After quietly putting away his things, Taelan took out an order written by Terenas himself and handed it to Tirion.

What my mother said was indeed right. As long as I took out these three things, no matter how angry my father was, he would not hit me.

I have not been the lord of Tailan for all these years in vain. Although I cannot control myself sometimes, I am still very smart.

Years of bitter experience in ruling Hearthglen, and the suffering I endured at the hands of the Silver Hand, have shaped me into who I am today.

I have long understood that sometimes what elders say to me must have their reasons. If you believe them, good things will surely be rewarded.

Look at my father's helpless posture. Mother, thank you for your teaching. Without you, I would not be where I am today.

"Child, no matter how powerful the enemy is, you must believe in the Holy Light."

"I know very well, Father."

"Holy Light is our strength, race does not represent glory, and fear is our greatest enemy."

After hearing what Taelan said, Tirion's brain suddenly froze.

No matter how fast it runs,... forget it, let me read the letter from King Terenas to me first.

You young brat, I’ll beat you up when I have time later. When I fight you together with Kalandra in the future, does he still dare to resist?

"Taylan, you have grown up and become more mature, and I am happy for you."

"My old friends, please tell me what evil requires my power."

Patting Taelan's shoulder heavily, Tirion breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and walked towards his paladin brothers.

"Tirion, my brother, welcome back to the Knights of the Silver Hand."

"Uther, long story short, what do you need me to do?"

"Excellent, Tirion. Arthas told us to just wait."

"You see, as long as we have this brave and loyal water elemental, Jaina will be able to find us at any time."

As Uther was introducing Tirion to the crowd of Glacial Frenzy, a portal suddenly appeared ten meters away from them.

"Oh, Muradin, we have finally escaped from the cold and dark place of Northrend."

"Look where we are? We are the righteous and fearless Knights of the Silver Hand."

"Enough! Gulbarn, what are you talking about in your sleep? We should be in Ironforge."

"I wonder if Magni has prepared my favorite... Gulbain, why did you hit me?"

"Muradin, wake up and take a good look at who is around you."

At this time, Balgun couldn't stand Muradin's ignorance anymore and knocked the horned helmet on Muradin's head hard.

"Muradin and Balgun are so slow. I should have let Oturu Ironhammer lead the way."

"Oturu, move on, you are blocking our way home."

"Sorry, my guys! We'll be leaving in a minute."

After saying this, Muradin jumped up and happened to step on Antonidas' robe.

"Dwarf, I really should...Gold Coin, I forgive you."

"Antonidas, I really despise you for doing this for such a tiny little thing..."

"How about you give me some more gold coins, old friend? I always accept gifts from everyone."

Antonidas snatched the gift from Muradin and laughed, showing the excellent demeanor of a Dalaran mage.

"What a nice weather today, Uther, long time no see."

"It's nice to see you again, Muradin. Didn't you go exploring in Northrend?"

"You don't know what we encountered, the evil undead."

"I can understand your situation. Those undead scourge committed unforgivable crimes against the Alliance."

"My two teachers, now is our chance to fight back. We must not miss it."

"We don't have time to chat any more. Let's catch the leader first."

When Uther and Muradin were about to hug each other, Arthas pushed them apart.

"In the name of the Alliance, we will prevail."

"My dear princess, please open the door."

"Always be prepared, my Prince Arthas."

After the Lich King was installed by three elite members of the Burning Legion to ensure his firm position, a fat Nathrezim slowly walked out of a portal that appeared next to the Frozen Throne.

"Diceroc, how are you doing with what I asked you to do?"

"If you can't even do this little thing, don't blame us for being ruthless when we strike you."

"Hahahaha! My brother, leave that kind of small matter to me, I will definitely have done it for you."

The cheerful Diseloc presented a rune magic sword and placed it in front of Tichondrius.

"Ner'zhul, Frostmourne is coming, and you will be freed from your seal."

"Now I just want to get out of the cage that binds me and be free."

"But, Lord Tichondrius, has Frostmourne undergone a subtle change?"

"I clearly remember that when we placed this rune sword before, it didn't look like this."

After hearing what Ner'zhul said, Tichondrius, who wanted to break the seal of the Frozen Throne with one sword, fell silent. The sword in his hand did feel wrong and did not feel like a sword.

When he looked down at the Frostmourne in his hand, he found that it had indeed changed, just as Ner'zhul said, into a staff.

"My brother, Deserok, what have you done? You have ruined Frostmourne."

"Tichondrius, I did nothing. This is what Frostmourne looked like when I found it."

"It was you who didn't even give me a chance to speak. After you got Frostmourne, you just turned around and left."

With an angry face, Deseroc asked Tichondrius.

No one can slander the hardworking Deseroc, not even the big brother Tichondrius. He will not take the blame for no reason.

"Okay, the same goes for the staff."

"Ner'zhul, it's not impossible for you to fight with a staff."

"My brothers, prepare for battle."

So, Tichondrius grasped Frostmourne tightly in both hands, gathered his strength, and hit the head of Ner'zhul in the big ice block in front of him with his stick.

The dark green fel power attached to the staff of Frostmourne easily broke through Ner'zhul's cage.

"As we have said before, Ner'zhul, the time has come for you to be free."