The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"If you need a rune sword as famous as Frostmourne, I have a better idea."

"Perhaps we can ask the Jailer of the Maw for a sword more powerful than Frostmourne..."

"Mephistroth, aren't you afraid of the emperor's wrath?"

Didn't expect that this was all Mephistroth was talking about? Anatheron looked down on this kind of behavior.

If they just ask Emperor Denathrius for help, it would make the Nathrezim seem useless.

"Anacelon, the Emperor will agree. As long as his plan can be completed, forging a new magic sword will be a piece of cake."

"Are you finished, Mephistroth?"

Tichondrius, who was equally disappointed as Anetheron, warned him.

Perhaps he shouldn't have let Mephistroth speak first, as his thoughts disappointed Tichondrius so much.

With this level of ability, do you still want to compete with me for the position of the leader of the Nathrezim?

"Mephistroth, I'll give you one more chance. What is your solution?"

"If this is the only method you want, maybe I can ask some witch mistresses to come..."

"It was just a joke. I just wanted to lighten the mood."

"Don't be so narrow-minded, Lord Tichondrius."

Seeing this, Mephistroth knew that it was time to get down to business. If he continued playing around, his brothers would not let him off easily.

As for the mistresses of the witches of destruction, almost every member of the Burning Legion knew that it would be difficult to die in their hands.

Endless torture would make me collapse, even if I could pretend... But if I wanted to add my own scream to the Temple of Antorus, I'd better forget it.

That would be too embarrassing for him, and Mephistos didn't want to be tortured for nothing.

"You should know that I don't have any missions in Azeroth."

"Better get to the point right away, my brother, or we can't guarantee we can control ourselves."

Having heard enough of Mephistroth's chatter, Mal'Ganis stood up.

"Don't worry, my brothers."

"While you were busy, I took some time to go to Karazhan."

"Guess what I found...well, it's the apocalypse."

Seeing the smiles on Balnazzar and Varimathras' faces, Mephistroth directly told them what he had discovered in Karazhan.

"With that sword that is no less powerful than Frostmourne, wouldn't it be easier for us to create undead?"

"We all know that its instinct is to spread violence, plague and death."

"It has torn countless worlds apart and started countless wars."

At this point, Mephistroth opened his arms and howled to the sky.

The Scourge are very useful cannon fodder, and the destruction of countless worlds in the past has proven this.

He believed that the previous failure was simply a problem of incomplete intelligence, which allowed mortals to find loopholes and opportunities, thus disrupting their previous plans.

In fact, he also had a trick up his sleeve. As the first Nathrezim to speak, at least the ideas he proposed were neither too high nor too low.

Everyone has something to hold back. Facing the current situation, there are many ways to deal with it, and the advantages hidden in the dark must be fully utilized.

"Creating an army of undead, Apocalypse is our best choice. I believe that the new Lich King will never be defeated so easily if he has her."

"Wasn't it because Frostmourne surrendered to mortals that Ner'zhul fell?"

"Apocalypse will never yield to any mortal. The poor sword-bearer is nothing more than its loyal sword servant."

"Thus, I hold that no mortal in Azeroth can..."

"Your logic is fine, but you still underestimate those mortals."

Wiping the Crown of Domination in his hand, Diseloc protested.

The battle on the Frozen Throne not long ago had taught him that nothing is absolute and being overconfident would lead to great losses.

Just as their previous plans had failed, what if another mortal like Arthas or Jaina jumped out?

Let their plans fail again, and then they will have no place to regret.

"Diceroc is right. Some mortals do perform unimaginable feats."

"Our next operation cannot fail. It must be 100% successful."

"We don't have much time left. Lord Archimonde's patience is limited."

"Don't lose heart, Mephistroth. We will keep your suggestion for now."

"That's a good idea indeed. Let's let the next person talk about his or her ideas first."

In the palace of Boralus, the main city of Kul Tiras, Daelin, accompanied by four sea elementals holding boxes, pushed open a door leading to the place where they placed their emotions.

"Dear Catherine, look what I have brought you."

"This trip not only helped me stretch my muscles, but also allowed me to discover something..."

"Dalin, maybe you need to open the door more gently next time."

Catherine, who was reviewing official documents, threw a cup-sized pen holder onto the head of Dai Lin, who was standing at the door with his arms outstretched.

"Don't be so angry, dear Catherine."

"I am also burdened with heavy responsibilities, and I have no choice but to help my daughter."

"So, this is your attitude when you ask me to help you with government affairs? If you hadn't brought a gift, I would have let you have a taste... gulp..."

"Try the iced coconut juice that your good daughter gave you as a gift, my Catherine."

Opening a box next to him at lightning speed, Dai Lin stuffed coconut juice with a straw into Catherine's mouth.

All of a sudden, the room became quiet, with only the sound of Catherine sipped coconut milk and Daleen and the four sea elementals breathing slowly.

"After so many years, you finally decided to bring me a gift."

"It's just that you woke up after being called out by Jaina. It's really rare."

Catherine, with a beaming face, gently pushed Dai Lin away, took out a straw, and drank the coconut juice in her hand.

"You don't chase orcs, you don't hunt sea beasts, you know how to take care of your family?"

"Go ahead, tell me what you want to tell me. I'm in a good mood now."

"Dear, the day when we will have grandchildren is coming soon."

"What did you say? Who abducted Jaina? Arthas Menethil?"

"Don't worry, Katherine, Arthas and Jaina have decided to get married."

Dai Lin grabbed the straw and milk tea cup thrown by his wife, and with a mysterious smile, he threw them into the trash can next to him.

"You didn't lie to me, did you? Dai Lin."

"Just because of that irresponsible prince of Arthas, he played some tricks and deceived my innocent baby again."

Catherine crossed her arms and didn't believe it at all when Jaina, who was crying bitterly, told her about it.

She wanted to run to Lordaeron and hang Arthas up and beat him up, how could that be possible...

Catherine pondered for a moment, as if she had thought of something. Her eyes rolled around a few times, and she changed the subject: "Could it be that Jaina had forced herself on him? And she had brutally…"

"She is indeed your good daughter. She has the same demeanor as you did back then."

"To be honest, Catherine, it was actually you who..."

"Dear Dai Lin, I don't think I understood what you said. Would you like to say it again?"

Looking at the furious lioness in front of him, Dai Lin was afraid that she would pounce on him and bite him, so he turned over and jumped in front of the sea element.

After canceling the spell to summon sea elements with a snap of his fingers, Dai Lin immediately pushed four large boxes full of things in front of his wife.

"Those two bad boys sent me to visit you with many gifts, Catherine, please calm down."

"Jaina said that being angry will make a woman ugly. She should smile more."

"Wife, whatever you want to drink or eat, I, Daelin Proudmoore, am always ready..."

When Dai Lin pushed away the box full of drinks and ice cubes, Catherine moved it away with one hand and carefully selected the gift from her daughter.

As for Alsace? If he didn't come to receive a lecture from his mother-in-law, the so-called kindness certainly didn't exist.

"Did that silly kid really say that? It seems possible. I am her biological mother."

"That's right! Who else would respect you so much except her?"

Although Dai Lin was flattering on the surface, she had already beaten Arthas countless times in her heart. The method you said was completely useless. Catherine would not buy it at all.

While the Proudmoores were enjoying a few moments of leisure time together, Varian carried the unconscious Bolvar back to Stormwind.

After slipping a note explaining the "details" of the situation into Bolvar's hand, he personally escorted him back to his home.

After politely declining the Grand Duke's housekeeper's request to stay, he resolutely returned to the palace with a certain lady and found the five-year-old Anduin.

After telling other irrelevant people in the courtyard to leave, he happily hugged his son and touched Anduin's head.

"It's been a while, Anduin, my proudest son."

"Did you miss your dad during the time he was gone?"

Varian rubbed his face against Anduin as he spoke, causing Anduin to hug his father's big face with joy, and then he found a place to pinch Varian.

"My father was a big liar and he just left not long ago."

"Really? Then I have a gift for you."

So, Varian pretended to be in pain, picked up Anduin and swung him around a few times, and spun the hula hoop a few times before putting his dizzy son down.

"Father, who is she?"

The confused Anduin finally noticed the presence behind Varian and asked subconsciously.

When Anduin saw this beautiful woman, he felt she was very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere.

Why does her wavy black hair and tall, mature figure seem more and more familiar the more I look at her?

I see... She is obviously Aunt Katrana with a different face, Anduin thought to himself after a flash of inspiration.

"Have you come to see me? Sister Katrina."

"I missed you so much! Last time you took me out to play... Father, why do you want to..."

"You're asking for a beating! That's your great mother! You're such an unfilial son! I'm really pissed off!"

"I took the time to let you look at Tiffin's portrait with me every day, but now it seems like it was all in vain!"

The sound of spanking was heard, it was like a strict father educating his son, it was amazing.

Could it be that Anduin Wrynn, the “future” High King of the Alliance, grew up under the strict guidance of a father’s love that was as strong as a mountain?

"The problem is that she looks almost exactly like her sister Katrina, except for her mother's face."

"I'm so angry! What about the height? What about the eyes? Can't you see it? Answer me! Anduin Wrynn!"

Another more intense sound was heard, and Anduin finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

"Varian! Is this how you teach your child?"

"Please let me explain, Tiffin, I am..."

"No need to explain. Is this how you bullied Anduin when I was away?"

"I've never... uh..."

Empty! Boom! Varian, who looked terrified, was held down by the shoulder by the gloomy Tiffin, who threw him over his shoulder in a painful way, and he fell into a nearby pond, splashing water.

"My son, do you still remember your mother?"

"Mother, I..."

"I understand, my dear son."

Anduin, who had suffered a fierce attack, was overjoyed to taste his mother's love again after four years!

"Anduin, you are finally my child."

"No, you have always been my child, my most beloved child..."

"My child, have you had a hard time these years? Mom is back."

At this moment, Tiffin, who was hugging Anduin tightly, suddenly had red, green and blue lights flashing in her eyes, and she murmured in a low voice.

"What are you talking about? Mother, I don't hear you clearly."

"You heard wrong, Anduin."

"Mother, I just saw you lose consciousness for a moment, I didn't say anything."

"In the blink of an eye, you have grown so big. Let me, your mother, take a closer look..."

Not far away, Varian just crawled out, dripping wet, and saw the harmonious scene of mother and son.

He couldn't help but shed tears of joy. His wife was back and their family of three was complete.

Although it was still unclear whether Tiffin's change was good or bad, Varian had already decided that he would...

"Varian, do you really want Anduin and I to wait here for you?"

"Sorry, I'll come right now."

Before he finished speaking, Varian flashed like lightning and hugged his wife and son.

"Tiffin, Anduin, our family is finally reunited."

"My Lord, why are you crying again..."