The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

I am Tanred Proudmoore, a navy man who upholds justice, an excellent sailor, and the second prince of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras.

My main job is a warrior, and my secondary job is a water sorcerer, which I prefer to call a water magician.

My father is the King of Kul Tiras... the Admiral or Lord Commander of the Navy, and he is a powerful warrior.

So it shouldn't be surprising that he would choose Arcane and Holy Light.

My mother, Catherine, was, in my impression, a gentle and kind person. She never criticized me and was very good to me and my brothers and sisters.

However, her punches hurt so much, maybe she is a hidden warrior or mage?

My eldest brother... Ever since Drake Proudmoore was ambushed by the orc dragon cavalry troops in the Second War on Lowtide Island, he died gloriously in battle.

As well as the people who were on the same boat with him, they were devoured by the red dragon's flames and sank into the sea. We, the Kul Tirans, have searched that sea area countless times, but we still cannot find their bodies and bring them back to their homeland.

Drake ruthlessly abandoned us. He clearly promised to return safely after crossing the stormy waves, but instead he made us live in the pain of losing our loved ones.

Damn war... I hate it, orcs... I will generously grant them the glory they have sought all their lives.

I also have a sister, her name is Jaina Proudmoore, she is a rare wizard genius.

Since then, my sister has learned arcane magic and I can no longer defeat her.

Unless I can sneak attack you, damn Dai Lin! You should give me more of your magic talent... Life is not easy, I sigh alone.

The Staff of Antonidas… It hurts so much when my sister hits me, she is indeed my mother’s biological daughter.

Except for my eldest brother Drake, I should be picked up... No, I will prove myself, I am no worse than anyone else.

When she was little, Jaina liked to tease me, but when she grew up.

Her heart became wild, and she actually went to fall in love with the Crown Prince of Lordaeron. She showed signs of premature love even when she was a child.

My father and mother acquiesced. I was really in pain. What's so good about Arthas Menethil? Aren't the men of us Kul Tiras good enough?

You say fat… ahem… some men are indeed a bit chubby, but there are also many men who are as strong, handsome and heroic as me.

Back to the previous topic, although Prince Arthas appears to be sunny and cheerful on the surface, he is definitely a scumbag inside.

A horse died... I will never let him go. When I go back, I will bring my parents with me, gather the power of Proudmoore, and make him accept the responsibility he should bear.

If he doesn't listen, just beat him. As a family, we will definitely make him obedient.

When I inherit the throne of Kul Tiras, if Arthas dares to betray my sister, I will lead the Kul Tiras navy to make peace... and have a friendly exchange with the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

As the youngest in the Proudmoore family... the talents my parents gave me are so weak compared to those of my older brothers and sisters!

No, Drake should be the same as me... No, I must be different from ordinary people. The fact that I am trapped here is the best proof.

Yeah, I can't go back now, I'm stuck in the middle of a storm with some friends.

Fortunately, after entering the storm, my ship, the Tandre Sovereign, was safe and sound, so I was able to survive with my sailors in this storm.

Don't worry too much about the name of the ship, I am a "legendary" expedition captain! I have been trapped in this place for two years and have not starved to death.

How many years have my crew and I been stuck here? Two years! I'm already twenty-one years old, and I shouldn't be going out on adventures!

I'd rather fight the pirates, quilboars, gnolls, troggs, and beasts that harass the people of Kul Tiras; it's far too dangerous here.

I suddenly remembered one thing. Some of the tide priests who came with me turned into octopus monsters, similar to octopuses, so it should be correct to call them that.

They spoke some language I couldn't understand and wanted to hurt us.

Faced with the strange changes in these Abyss Cultists, I quickly opened the secret letter Uncle Stormsong gave me.

After briefly flipping through the one-word letter, I angrily raised my sword and chopped the monster in front of me - K'xir - to death.

When he gave me this letter, he told me to open it when I met the Faceless Man.

My sister is right, the Riddler should get out... I don't think she said that, why do I feel like she said that in my dream? How come I forgot the dream I had!

I don't want to think about it anymore. I forced the remaining water mages, the tidesages, to convert their beliefs, and started making friends with water elementals... and started fishing... Yes, the food in the cargo hold was all gone, so I could only eat seafood.

Thanks to our Kul Tiran craftsmanship, the nets on one of our boats lasted for over two years without getting damaged...we did patch up a few holes in the process.

After all, the sea is the home of us sailors, with inexhaustible food and countless enemies lurking on the seabed.

Nagas, murlocs, sharks... My brothers and I have gone through countless adventures in the past two years and have barely managed to survive.

A giant octopus over a hundred meters long... It's really a miracle that we survived, the adventure was so exciting.

We Kul Tirans don't want this kind of expedition. There's not even much treasure... No, the treasure is of no use and there's no place to spend it.

During these two years of travel, I collected many diaries of people who had strayed into storms, and rescued many surviving fishermen and soldiers.

But many of us left us one after another. Some of them became superstitious about cults and committed suicide by jumping into the sea.

Before I could rescue them, the sea swallowed them up. It looked like a man-eating game, and we were just novice players who had strayed into the game.

In addition, some people died bravely in the battle with the enemy, but we recorded their names.

As long as one of the remaining us can return, they will not be forgotten by the world, and our expedition may become a famous book for future generations to read.

There is one thing that puzzles me. It seems that the information we found is missing something, which makes our research progress on the storm extremely slow and we can't find the way home.

According to myths and legends, when we encounter such a thing, we should be able to find some clues and find the mastermind behind it.

As a result, we couldn't find any clues at all. The Faceless Men, Nagas and Murlocs would rather die than tell the truth... Well, actually we didn't understand their language.

We are still researching, and we still cannot communicate with them normally. The water element is warning us, but some words become unclear as soon as they are spoken.

If I hadn't remembered my father's teachings, I might have given up hope long ago.

Being too humble is as wrong as being too arrogant. Figure out what you can do and act accordingly. All other paths are wrong - and in battle, they can be fatal.

So I can only live somewhere in between and keep my friends alive.

Survive? Holy Light!

Holy Light, are you unwilling to save your devout believers?

We suffer so much... I really can't concentrate on serving the Holy Light. The Light will not appear, but will hide in our hearts.

Damn Daelin, please give me some of your Holy Light talent!

It wouldn't be that everything was left to the eldest brother, so in the end, I am the most incompetent one among the three children?

It must be because our mother is too outstanding that we inherited her sunflower-like golden hair.

When my sister and I get old, gray hair may not be a bad thing... Don't we all have gray hair when we get old?

That’s right, I can only entertain myself in my mind and relieve the pressure in my heart.

Because if I am exposed, where is my authority as a captain? How can I lead the fleet forward?

Everyone has their own little secrets, and I, Tanred Proudmoore, am no exception.

I will fight against fate with my fleet, and one day, I will return to Kul Tiras to see my loved ones.

"Ah, ah, daughter of the sea... the tides rise and fall, the stars shine forever, in this life, we love each other..."

What's that sound? It sounds so familiar! My sister? What's that light that suddenly flashed in front of us! Can we go home? It must be like this!

"Captain Tanred, we seem to have found a way out."

"Morgnar Stormsong, Loclo Ashvane, my two lieutenants, make sure our ship is stable and lead the fleet to the shining light ahead."

"Thanks to the blessing of the Holy Light and the ocean, our loved ones found us."

"At your command, Captain."

"My friends! It's time for us to go home!"

After two years of ups and downs, Tanred Proudmoore finally led his expedition fleet back to Kul Tiras.

They faced the sea breeze, listened to the singing, crossed the storm, and finally stood neatly in the port of Boralus.

"I didn't expect it was you and your sister who found it..."

"Tanred, long time no see."

"Brother! Sister, here I come!"

Seeing her brother getting off the boat, the happy Jaina quickly gave him a bath and drying service because Tanred had a strong fishy smell on his body.

Tanrede, who was about to give Jaina a long-awaited hug, was stunned.

I've only been away for a short time, sister, and you've changed so much. How can you do this?

Do I smell bad? How can I...

"Jaina, this is how you treat a long lost person..."

"Don't talk, my brother, come and hug me."

"Sister missed you so much! How long have you been away?"

After smelling the scent of Tanred disappeared, Jaina hugged her brother, missing him very much after not seeing him for two years.

There was a sound of bones being violently broken... a crack, and Tanred cried out in pain: "Ah! You are so strong, my sister."

"Ah? Am I very strong? How come I…"

If you are not from the same family, you should enter the same door. Before Jaina could make any more efforts, she was stopped by Arthas.

"Stop! Jaina, come here."

Arthas pulled the two siblings apart, hugged Jaina, who didn't know what she had done wrong, with his left hand, and cast several holy light spells with his right hand directly into Tanred's injured waist.

"You need to get stronger, Tanred."

"Arthas, you scumbag, let go of Jaina, I..."

"What are you talking about? Say it again."

There was another snapping sound, and the innocent Tanred was injured by a bear hug from Arthas.

"If I hadn't been unprepared, you wouldn't have thought... ah!"

"Let me teach you one thing, Tanred. It's not a bad thing to be on your guard all the time."

After teaching his brother-in-law, Arthas once again guided the Holy Light into Tanred's body to heal him.

"That's enough! Arthas, how can you let me bully my brother?"

"Jaina, your brother is my brother!"

"Asshole! Get out! Idiot!"

With a splash, Arthas was shot away by the flaming Jaina and fell into the sea.

When will your staff be able to change its form? I don't know how many cards you have hidden, Jaina Proudmoore.

"Sister, good job! To deal with this kind of..."

"Shut up, you have nothing to do here!"

A blue light flashed, and Jaina waved her staff, knocking Tanred and his two lieutenants into the portal she had opened.

"Witness the power of the Burning Legion!"

"Um...Father, and the three uncles, where are you..."

"Tanred, you are still alive!"

"Morgona (Roclo), my son..."

Inside Proudmoore Keep, a family reunion meeting began.

On the other side, after Jaina calmed down the returning Kul Tiras "navy", the wet Arthas climbed ashore.

"We must go, my Lord."

"Yes, my wife."