The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

At the gate of the Lordaeron Palace, Arthas and Jaina encountered a group of fully armed troops. They were well-equipped and obviously an elite force.

After seeing the leader in front of him, Arthas widened his eyes and opened his mouth in disbelief.

His father, who looked so old, had eyes that were extremely sharp and gleaming. He carried a sharp sword and walked out of the palace with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

"Father, why are you here?"

"Arthas Menethil, if I die in battle today, you will be the new king of Lordaeron."

"Please remember this, my child."

"You are not only a paladin, but also the crown prince of a country."

"You must learn to shoulder the burden on your shoulders and live up to the people's expectations."

"Don't be greedy for power. Let go when you find a suitable successor."

Seeing his proudest son, Terenas walked up to him, put his hand on Arthas' shoulder, and instructed him in a heavy tone.

"You should give up the position of Alliance Leader to someone else. Now..."

"Father, what are you talking about?"

These words seemed to be Terenas' last words. The more Arthas listened, the more he felt something was wrong. His expression changed from joy at seeing his father to sadness.

Things have not come to that point yet. The Light is with Lordaeron, and as Lor'themar said, we will not fail.

The holy light on the elf paladin was so firm, and that warm holy light was so affirming of the elf's point of view, constantly giving him strength.

The Scourge is not without weaknesses. We just need to hold on here. Sooner or later we will be able to find out the soft underbelly of the undead, counterattack and avenge the innocent people who died.

Father, my Holy Light responded to me, and my thoughts were not wrong.

Today is not your death anniversary. I will let you enjoy your old age and watch me lead the human kingdom to become more powerful.

"I will not let you leave me, and I will not let my people down. I swear."

"Father, the Holy Light has answered my prayers."

With golden light in his eyes, Arthas condensed a ball of holy light, the size of a basketball, warm and hot.

When Terenas saw this scene, he suddenly smiled.

Although I don’t know what’s going on, my son at least doesn’t run away, so it doesn’t seem wrong to let him roam free.

The Paladin path that he had chosen originally might have made Lordaeron a better place, at least better than when he was ruling it.

Father, Mother, and Lianne, I have lived up to your expectations. I have an outstanding heir.

A beautiful flower bud has grown. Who can pass the test set by Arthas and pick it? I think I am thinking in the wrong way...

"Arthas, I will fight you to the last moment."

"Jaina, I will protect..."

"I'm so glad, kids. You'll be fine while we're here."

It turned out that it was Terenas who clapped his hands, interrupted the two people's sweet talk, and strode towards the city wall with the troops loyal to him.

Along the way, in addition to most of the civilians who had already evacuated to other kingdoms, there were also some people who refused to leave their hometowns. When they saw the king walking away, they felt relieved.

Some civilians even opened their own storage rooms (cabinets) and found their weapons and armor, and even military flags engraved with the national emblem of Lordaeron.

Take them immediately, dress as you did in the past, or put on the armor and swords of your ancestors, and push open the door.

More and more soldiers followed Terenas to fight for his country, and the people's army behind him grew stronger and stronger.

"We will not fail, Jaina."

"With their support, there is no reason for us to fail, Arthas."

"If this is my last day, I will die on the battlefield."

"Me too, I will accompany you till the end of your life."

Looking at the scene of the military and civilians working together and moving forward hand in hand, Arthas and Jaina, who were riding on tall white horses together, expressed their feelings.

No matter how powerful the Scourge is, Lordaeron will not be afraid of it. It will resist with shields and kill with blades.

"Lor'themar, the time for the decisive battle may have come. The barrier I set up ahead is reminding me."

"The Scourge may have assembled a vast army and is attacking us."

Seeing the blue bird suddenly appear in her hand, Avian turned to Lor'themar beside her and said that the enemy was coming.

"My fellow countrymen of Silvermoon City, it is our turn to take action."

"The Scourge will pay a heavy price. It's time for us to pay with blood for everything they've done to us."

"Lift your heads, hold your chests high, Glory to the Sin'dorei!"

After drinking the iced orange-flavored happy water in his hand with a slurp, Lor'themar turned to face the 242 blood elf warriors behind him, drew his war blades, and shouted loudly.

"Glory to the Sin'dorei!"

Ranger General Avian and her subordinates raised their weapons and shouted, "Glory to the Sin'dorei."

At the same time, the three Quel'dorei who were eating and drinking with their sin'dorei compatriots suddenly stopped eating and moved their ears.

When Sylvanas wanted to ask Lor'themar, Alleria stopped her and covered her mouth to prevent her from speaking.

He pointed at his fellow elves around him whose eyes were glowing green and gold, and gave Sylvanas a finger-shaking gesture, indicating that she should just wait and see how the situation developed.

"Aren't we Quel'dorei? When did we become Sin'dorei?"

"Little sister, what color are your eyes?"

Finding that her youngest sister had become stupid again, the eldest sister Aurelia covered her face and explained, and the second sister regained her freedom.

"Blue... Alleria, I will keep my voice down."

"Little sister, what color are our eyes?"

Sylvanas whispered the question in Vereesa's ear and hugged her younger sister, pushing her older sister away.

"Blue... Sylvanas, we are all the same."

"Then look at the color of the sin'dorei's eyes."

The two elder sisters pointed in all directions, wanting to see how the third sister would perform.

"Green, blue... huh? Just like what Jaina said, they are all colored contact lenses... hmm."

What did you and Jaina Proudmoore learn? Can the eye color be changed at will?

It seems like it can really be changed at will. They all had blue eyes just now, but suddenly the color changed. How about I try it too?

Colored contact lenses? Let Sylvanas (Alleria) be the first one...

"What are you three whispering about here? Why don't you shout with us?"

"Avian, I want to ask, can we also change to colored contact lenses?"

Hearing what Vereesa said, Avian's golden eyes turned quickly and turned purple.

We are not of the same species at all, how can you let me teach you? I have good things to exchange for clothes... You are making things difficult for me, humph!

"You've turned into purple eyes, let me try!"

So, imitating Avian's example, Vereesa rolled her eyes.

"Has anything changed? Sisters... ah! It hurts! Why did you hit me?"

With a bang, Vereesa, whose beautiful blue eyes did not change at all, was hit hard by the iron fists of love from her two biological sisters. She covered her head and cried out in pain.

Oh! My foolish sister, you have come to the point where you don't even think about why they are called Sin'dorei.

Instead, he is researching how to change eye color. Is that really a good thing to hand you over to Master Ronin?

Look at the days when we are not by your side, you don’t make any progress and don’t want to catch up with us!

Your train of thought is really... I won't say more. She is your biological sister, you can't be angry. Hitting her will not only hurt your hands, but also your heart.

"Sister Vereesa, some things cannot be forced."

"You are different from us. Among most of the sin'dorei, you three Windrunner sisters are rare."

"Remember the shame of the Sunwell! Those who oppose us are our enemies, and will perish in our wrath!"

Hearing these words from Lor'themar who was watching loudly, the three Windrunner sisters were stunned.

Lor'themar Theron, what is the Sunwell all about? Is there anything shameful about the Sunwell in Quel'Thalas?

Avian sighed beside her and wanted to use the refrigerator spell, but she thought of Vereesa who knew her moves well.

In order to prevent her best friend from noticing the flaw, she glanced at the longbow in her hand with her orange eyes and silently chanted a few spells.

"We are the Sin'dorei...what the hell...shit!"

As Lor'themar was giving a passionate speech, a vine-shaped flame full of vitality appeared out of thin air under his feet and locked him up.

Then a fiery red phoenix emerged, drilled through the gaps in the flaming vines, and ignited Lor'themar's clothes and hair without hurting it.

A thumping sound was heard, and the originally fanatical blood elves were no longer fanatical. They turned around one after another, unable to bear to witness the miserable state of the blood elf regent.

"Cunning demons and undead, I, Lor'themar Theron, will never coexist with you!"

Along with the Regent's roar, a golden light flashed, and Lor'themar, who had changed back to his appearance in the Shadow Realm, appeared on the stage with golden eyes shining directly into the sky, and there was not a single scar on his body.

I, Lor'themar Theron, will not become a bald elf. What I say is the truth!

"General Elf, please forgive me for saying something I don't know whether I should say or not."

"Farric...please feel free to do so. I am willing to listen to you."

"Respected Mr. Lor'themar, we humans don't seem to be your fellow countrymen in Silvermoon City...hiss!"

A rice knife with golden flames is pointed at you. Captain Falek, are you afraid?

"Elves, we are allies...hiss!"

Captain Marwyn, why are you here to join in the fun? Don't you know that the elven general is burning with anger?

"Your Highness, we were wrong."

Falric, feeling the Holy Blade, and Marwyn, feeling the Holy Rock Fist, begged for mercy at the same time.

The magical power made them shout out "Your Highness". They somehow felt that if they didn't join in the fun, they would be unworthy of the military pay given by Prince Arthas.

In order to do their job well, for their wonderful... they crossed... a big spectrum.

"Yes, you are all very good. I will let you go this time. If there is a next time..."

"Elf, what do you want to do to my subjects!"

"Who dares to disturb... uh... oh..."

With a bang of the Rising Dragon Fist of the Mingyi clan, Lor'themar, who was howling, was forced to embrace the air and feel... With a bang! A pillar of fire covered the Regent of the Blood Elves.

"Your Majesty Terenas, we Quel'dorei did not intend to offend."

"I, Avian Brightwing, am the commander of this Quel'Thalas reinforcement. If you have any questions, just come to me."

Avian turned her blue eyes back to hers, saluted Terenas, and explained.

"General Mingyi, is your...adjutant really okay?"

Glancing at the figure gradually merging into red in the sky, Terenas felt that the Ranger General in front of him was a little... Why did he feel refreshed and all his old problems disappeared? How strange.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty Terenas."

"Lor'themar Theron is a remarkably resilient warrior, as these two Lordaeron officers can attest."

"Your Majesty, just before you came here, Lord Lor'themar had suffered countless severe injuries, but he was still fine."

The two captains who were wiping their sweat nearby spoke up immediately when they heard themselves being mentioned.

I thought I was going to see the Holy Light, but it turned out to be a good burn!

"I won't hurt good people! Oh...it's His Majesty Terenas. Please accept my greetings from Lor'themar Theron."

"Mr. Lor'themar, you came to help us, we can't thank you enough, how can we accept your... unacceptable."

He hurriedly grabbed the elven ranger in front of him who was trying to salute him. He didn't know how old the elf in front of him was, and how many times older he was than Terenas.

Terenas glanced again at the pillar of fire that was beginning to disappear in the sky, and at the elven "leader" in front of him who had no scars and was full of nobility.

When did the elven royal family of Quel'Thalas have a ranger named Lor'themar Theron... Are the intelligence agencies of our Alliance just there to do nothing?

I clearly remember a person with this name, he was just an ordinary unknown wanderer ranger.

"Dear Lor'themar, stop making trouble. The Scourge is coming."

"Just a few undead souls... there are indeed a lot of them."

Turning around and looking at the Scourge that covered the sky and the mountains ahead, Lor'themar exclaimed in surprise.

"Prepare for battle! This may be our last battle with the Scourge."

Seeing such a huge number of undead, Lor'themar no longer called them "Scourge" but directly called them "Scourge Legion".

"Warriors of Quel'Thalas, rally around me!"

"bash'a no falor talah! (Taste the true chill of death!)"

Sylvanas Windrunner, standing behind the blood elf regent Lor'themar Theron, couldn't help but frown, as if something had left me.

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore... I want to fight the Undead Scourge. There’s no reason, it’s just that I’m unhappy looking at the undead.

Why do I have the urge to shoot an arrow at Lor'themar! How can I do this... I am itching to shoot arrows and only hit the undead.

"The Light is with us! For Quel'Thalas!"

Lor'themar, holding up his rice knife, shouted slogans.

"For Lordaeron! For the Alliance!"

Terenas also raised his sword and shouted.

"For Kul Tiras! I love the use of force!"

Avian, who was about to shout for Kul Tiras, thought about her current identity and looked around.

He found the right person in an instant and controlled Jaina to shout out the slogan in his heart.

"Alsace, please listen to my explanation..."

"I understand, Jaina, I will fight for you!"