The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Whether orcs or undead, they are just pawns sent by the Burning Legion to invade Azeroth."

"There may be hidden agents around us that they have already arranged. We must proceed with caution."

"At present, we have successfully defeated them once, but the demons that are still alive have also turned from light to dark."

"While they are secretly plotting in the dark, we must prioritize solving our internal problems."

"No matter how difficult it is, it is always right for our alliance to unite as one."

"We cannot let them divide us and start fighting among ourselves. Since the Dark Portal was opened, we have had to face the invasion of the enemy. They will not give up."

In a deserted snowy area in Northrend, when Arthas and Jaina were telling others about the horrors of the Burning Legion.

Tichondrius came here with his four brothers and crushed a piece of fel crystal.

The fel energy emitted by the shattered crystal turned into two streams of energy, opening two portals not far away on the left and right sides of Tichondrius.

Then, the two Nathrezim in the distance received the news and crossed the dark green fel energy portal to meet their brothers.

"Mephistroth, Anetheron, my brother, long time no see."

"Tichondrius, you called us here. Did something unexpected happen?"

"It's rare that Lord Tichondrius would come to us for something, Anetheron, you need to be more patient."

"Mephistroth, you have to know that I am very busy."

"That's enough, my two brothers."

"We have bad news for you. The Scourge's mission has failed."

Seeing that Anetheron and Mephistroth were about to quarrel, Tichondrius spoke up and prevented a "internal fight" between the blue and yellow.

However, Tichondrius had long been accustomed to his brothers' temperaments. They would exclude and ridicule each other from time to time, but they would still work together when it was time to do something.

Just based on this point, Tichondrius is not afraid of any difficulties.

There are many ways to invade Azeroth, but it only means losing a pawn that has been supported for many years.

With the wisdom of the seven of us Nathrezim, can't we come up with any other solution?

It's just that Archimonde didn't have enough patience to kill them.

Therefore, their current task is to find a way to summon the arrogant Archimonde in Azeroth.

Let Archimonde pay the price for his arrogance. The mortals of Azeroth are not weak now.

With just a clue, they quickly gathered their strength and destroyed the Lich King, Ner'zhul, whom they had spent many years supporting.

However, Azeroth will not be easily destroyed by Archimonde, the water inside is too deep.

In this regard, Tichondrius was well aware that the six major forces were all eyeing the powerful star soul of Azeroth.

If the mortals of Azeroth are unable to do so, then more "mortals" will come out to stop Archimonde.

The Nathrezim were happy to see that scene. They would eventually complete the tasks given to them by their creator, Emperor Denathrius.

"If that were the case, Lord Archimonde would kill us."

"Anaselon, you have to understand that according to what you said, everything is based on the premise that the situation is out of control."

"Do you understand what you are saying? Mephistroth, Ner'zhul was destroyed by mortals. Isn't the situation out of control?"

After extending a finger and pointing at the crystal blue Nathrezim in front of him, Anetheron asked sharply.

I work for Archimonde, and if I dare to tell him this news, he will kill me first.

If they beat me to death directly, I could barely accept it, but I would rather commit suicide first than be tortured by the mistress of the Destroyer Witch Coven.

Even defecting to the Army of Light to find Lothar Saxon would not be a bad idea.

"Anetheron, you are now truly the bravest and most foolish brother among us."

"Forget it. I won't argue with you. I have always believed that our shrewd Lord Tichondrius must have his own intentions."

"Otherwise, will we still have time to chat here?"

"Do you think what I said is right? Our Lord Tichondrius."

As a Nathrezim elder whose status was second only to Tichondrius, Mephistroth threw the question to Tichondrius lightly.

It is too boring to argue with Anetheron. Anyway, I have not done anything wrong now, so I might as well be a spectator. As the boss, Tichondrius must bear the due responsibility.

I, Mephistroth, am the best at resolving conflicts between brothers. It won’t be too late to correct this bad habit when I become the boss.

As an excellent Nathrezim, of course you must master the fine quality of speaking human words to humans and speaking lies to ghosts.

"That's right...that's right, Deserok, take out the things quickly."

"Our mission is still to bring the Burning Legion back to Azeroth. Mephistroth is right. The situation is still under our control."

Everyone can put accusations on others, but we can’t let Anaselon suffer alone. We are all brothers, we must shoulder the burden together, take responsibility together, and even switch positions together.

No Nathrezim can let me suffer in front of Tichondrius. As a leader, I suffer with you.

So let us brothers face the ups and downs ahead together, it should be no problem.

"Look at the Crown of Domination in my hands, my two brothers."

"As Tichondrius said, we have not failed yet. How about activating other plans?"

"You missed one thing, Deseroc."

Seeing the hilarious smile on Diseloc's fat face and his deliberately cunning and sinister voice, Mephistos couldn't hold back any longer.

"What about Frostmourne? If we want to reshape a Lich King, we still need a weapon that is powerful enough."

"If the Scourge continues to develop, it will make things much easier for us."

"My good brother, Mal'Ganis, don't you think..."

"Mephistroth, if you continue to provoke me, then I don't mind sending you back to the Twisting Nether."

Hearing Mephistroth calling him with malicious intent, Mal'Ganis picked up a stone and crushed it ruthlessly in front of Mephistroth.

His mission to induce the Crown Prince to fall failed, and the plan was crushed by the target of the mission and his men not long after it began, and he even lost one of his own generals.

No, it should be to use a knife to kill Ner'zhul, who might rebel in the future.

"You know what? Ner'zhul has long had a rebellious heart."

"What if we don't see through his plot and he turns around to stop us in the future?"

However, the failure of this mission was a thorn in his side, and he couldn't help himself when faced with Mephistroth who was looking for trouble.

I sent a signal for help immediately, not only did you not come to help me, you even tried to humiliate me!

When you think about it, Anetheron is much better than you, Mephistroth.

"Shouldn't you have killed Ner'zhul yourself before he betrayed you, my brother?"

"You even lost the artifact Frostmourne. I think..."

"Anetheron, you don't know the situation at that time. Frostmourne quietly appeared in our sight..."

"Hahaha! Mal'Ganis, you should know that the Burning Legion only cares about the results. The process is not important at all."

Seeing the failed Mal'Ganis, Anetheron sneered.

Seeing this, Mephistroth took out several cups filled with wine-red liquid and distributed them to the other brothers around him.

"You are an incompetent, Mal'Ganis, and you are not worthy of my company."

"You followed Archimonde just to become a reckless man with nothing but power?"

"My brother, Anetheron, I am ashamed of you."

"Do we have to fight? My brother, you forced me to do this. Tichondrius, I will make you our..."

"Mal'Ganis, Anetheron, stop your pointless quarrel."

"I called you here to discuss the follow-up plan, not to let you quarrel."

"It's rare for us to return to the dark, we must take a long-term view."

Tichondrius raised his head and drank the wine given to him by Mephistroth in one gulp, then stepped forward to stop the two brothers who were about to fight.

"Tell me what you did. We need to choose one of the options to summon Archimonde."

"Oh~Tichondrius, what you want to do is..."

"Do not speak any more, Mephistroth. The mighty Lord Archimonde is one of our leaders."

"We are only trying to help Lord Archimonde fulfill his long-cherished wish and let Azeroth witness his terrifying power again as quickly as possible."

"Uh hahaha! We all agree with you, our most respected leader."

"Hahaha!!"

……

“So, in order to prevent emergencies from happening, we must work together.”

"Otherwise, facing such a powerful Burning Legion, it will be difficult for us to win."

"Do you have any other questions? This is pretty much the information Jaina and I have gathered."

With a look of relief written all over his face, Arthas drank the last sip of hot milk tea, exhaled a breath of hot air, and ended his speech.

Next to him, Jaina rubbed her belly contentedly, stuck to Arthas's strong back like mud, closed her eyes gently, and prepared to take a nap.

"Brother, after listening to you for so long, I have a question in my mind that I want to talk to you about."

"Brother, tell me in detail. I am happy to listen to your voice."

"When you were drinking... milk tea near this icy throne, didn't you think about our feelings?"

"Your actions have disappointed us. You shouldn't..."

"Well, wouldn't it be better if you said it earlier?"

Pretending to take something from the ring on his ring finger, Arthas took out a double cup of three-in-one milk tea and placed it in Varian's hand.

"I thought I missed something important about the Burning Legion! What a s--"

"Jaina! Have you forgotten the etiquette that Katherine taught you?"

While Arthas continued to sip his milk tea, his grumpy old father Daelin came over and whispered into Jaina's ear.

"My dear daughter, please be mindful of the occasion. I don't care what you and Arthas do in private."

"But you can't be openly with Arthas... Ouch!"

"Hahaha! My old father who only knows how to deceive me! Don't think I'm still young."

Grabbing her father's beard on his chin, Jaina squinted her eyes and couldn't help but let out a silver bell-like laugh.

"There are acquaintances around here, so there are some things that you won't say casually."

"Besides, you and mother clearly..."

"Arthas, give me the things quickly and I will distribute them."

Quickly stopping Jaina from continuing speaking, Daelin turned around and patted his good son-in-law heavily.

"As a kind and amiable admiral, I will be able to take care of these princesses."

"Of course, Uncle...Father! I'll give you all the extra milk tea right away."

"Varian, you and Tiffin seem to have forgotten someone."

"Who did we forget? Jaina."

"Look at Grand Duke Bolvar over there. He is so miserable! Even his king has forgotten him."

After Jaina's reminder, Varian, who was enjoying delicious milk tea with Tiffin, finally discovered someone.

A place where someone shed tears silently not long ago, a statue that looks like Bolvar Fordragon, looking lonely at the magnificent scenery of thousands of miles of snow in front.

"A-choo! Am I dreaming, Varian?"

"Not long ago, I felt like I had fallen into an icy cave and endured loneliness for who knows how many years."

"My daughter and wife are waiting for me at home! I can't..."

"Wait, Varian, where's Lady Katrana Prestor?"

"We can't just leave her here. Are you..."

"Tiffin, let me do it."

Varian stopped Tiffin's little hand from touching Bolvar, protected her behind him, and held down the bewildered Duke.

"You can't do this, Varian. We must find Lady Prestor first."

"Stormwind City cannot do without her. She is our major financial sponsor."

"For the future of Stormwind City, I have been urging you to marry her every day. Why don't you listen to my advice?"

"And Tiffin, as the former queen of Stormwind, you have to help Varian too!"

"Damn Varian, for Stormwind City, what does it matter if you have more wives?"

"Oh! Ms. Katrina, if I didn't already have a wife and a daughter, I could..."

"That's enough, Bolvar. Go take a hot bath and refresh yourself."

So Varian carried Bolvar, who had a cold, and threw him into the hot spring that the Queen of Stormwind had just built.

"We must find Lady Prestor, Stormwind..."

Tiffin took out a brick from somewhere and knocked Bolvar unconscious. Then he took out a dragonfire amulet from his pocket and removed the spell on Bolvar.

"I feel dizzy, Varian, what's wrong with me?"

"My good brother, you are only in a little trouble."

"But Tiffin and I have helped you solve it."

"Listen to me, soak for a while, you need more rest."

"I think what you said is right, but are you obsessed with it?"

"Tiffin? Isn't Tiffin early..."

"Enough! Please take a good rest, His Excellency Grand Duke Bolvar of Stormwind."

Varian snatched the ice brick from his wife and threw it accurately at Bolvar's head.

Duke Bolvar, who had just woken up, fell into a coma again.

A lot has happened today, and Bolvar, a paladin, is still unclear.

Therefore, Varian only punished him slightly.

After all, everyone knows that paladins are almost all very tough, and Arthas is a vivid example.

"A-choo! I feel like someone is hinting at me. Who is it?"

"Whatever it is, I will start with enjoying life while I can."

"Why did you catch a cold? Arthas, you have me, you shouldn't be sick!"

"Dear Jaina, can't all that food keep you hungry?"

"You dare to say I'm fat? You're asking for a fight!"

"Damn Onyxia! You must be the one behind this... It hurts."

"Fuck! Sister-in-law, I didn't say anything about you..."

Arthas, with a face as black as charcoal, once again proved that paladins are generally very tough.

Uther and Gavinrad, who were enjoying the meal not far away, gave a thumbs-up at the same time for some reason.