The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Okay, time to get down to business, Jaina."

"Ok."

Jaina knocked the staff in her hand to the ground, and suddenly many arcane chains appeared in the air and flew in all directions.

Arthas gathered the holy light in his hands, and in an instant the holy light dispersed and shot towards the surrounding villagers and soldiers.

"Prince Arthas, what are you doing?"

Before Taelan Fording understood what they were talking about, he was hit by a holy light.

But he was not hurt at all, and asked Arthas in great confusion.

Wherever the arcane chain flew, it locked up a black shadow, and all the surrounding shadows appeared in everyone's sight.

The villagers and soldiers around them didn't have time to react before they saw the holy light merging into their bodies and felt warm all over.

A black gas appeared above the heads of some villagers. Arthas sent a stronger holy light to these villagers, and the black gas gradually dissipated.

Seeing the black shadows all around, the residents around were frightened.

"Don't be afraid, we are here. These are the Undead's scouts, and we are here to deal with the Undead's invasion of you."

After Arthas finished speaking, frost arrows appeared around these shadows and were all destroyed by Jaina.

Arthas then patted Tyran on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Tyran, you are incompetent as the Lord of Hearthglen! The undead have already attacked your people, and you haven't figured it out yet."

"Prince Arthas, I have no idea what happened! I don't even understand anything!"

Are you so confident? Arthas thought that Tyran was too brave. We are king and subject!

"These grains are shipped from Andorhal, right?" Arthas said, pointing to the grain boxes around him.

"Yes, we have distributed all the food to the villagers not long ago."

"The grain has been contaminated by the plague. Didn't you notice that there was something wrong with the people transporting the grain? You are a paladin, Tailan!"

Arthas covered his face with one hand and spoke helplessly.

Hearing this, Taelan realized that without Arthas' help, he almost destroyed Hearthglen.

He wiped the cold sweat from his head with his hand and immediately said, "I am wrong, Your Highness. I have not fulfilled my duties as the Lord of Hearthglen. Please punish me."

Seeing that Taelan immediately realized his mistake, Arthas nodded with satisfaction.

"Tylan, this is a war, a war between us humans and the undead. From now on, join us in destroying these undead, and that will be your reward for your wrongdoing."

"Yes, your highness, I will obey your command."

"Very good. Next, I will give you a very important task. I believe that only you can complete it. As a lord and a paladin, you have an obligation to do it, do you understand?"

"What is the mission? Your Highness, I will do my best to complete it."

Tailan stuck the sword into the ground and said seriously.

"You go with my lieutenant, Marwyn, to find your father, Tirion Fordring. He should be wandering around Hearthglen, and Hearthglen needs his help now."

Tailan was very surprised to hear that the prince wanted to go find his father by himself.

"Your Highness, my father died in that trial a long time ago. Isn't this the verdict that was handed down at the time? My father is actually still alive."

"No, Tailan. Your father was only exiled, not dead. That was false news told to you by others. Your father saw you from afar when you joined the Knights of the Silver Hand."

Tailan was very excited that his father was not dead and was still watching him grow up silently.

"But, Your Highness. How are we going to find Lord Tirion?"

Marwyn stepped forward and asked Arthas.

Arthas pointed at Taelan and said, "He is the key. Taelan, you must believe in the holy light in your heart. It will lead you to find your father."

"Think carefully about these years and see if there is anything unusual. I believe there must be a connection between your father's Holy Light and your Holy Light."

"Remember to bring extra horses, Marwyn."

"Okay, Prince Arthas, we will go find Lord Tirion now."

The two men mounted their war horses and left with several of Tailan's retainers.

After they left, Arthas told Falric and the other soldiers to prepare for defense.

Jaina gently grabbed his cloak with her hand, pointed in a direction and said, "Arthas, look there."

Arthas looked at the direction Jaina pointed with a suspicious look on his face.

He saw a red-haired human man in a red robe and a white-haired female high elf carrying a bow and arrow crossing the portal that he had forgotten to close in front of him.

Fast forward to the streets of Dalaran not long ago.

Vereesa was leaning on Ronin's shoulder, and the two of them were walking on the street, talking and laughing, living a happy world of two.

Suddenly, a portal appeared in front of the two.

Ronin thought that a mage had opened a portal from the outside world to return to Dalaran, but after waiting for a few minutes, they found that the portal was still open.

This wizard has very strong magic power, he can maintain this portal for so long.

After a few minutes, Roning wondered if the wizard had encountered some difficulties.

A few minutes later, the kind-hearted Roning wondered if the mage on the opposite side needed any help.

The portal has only been opened for a while, it should be to seek help from Dalaran.

Vereesa thought it was better not to meddle in other people's business, but she was persuaded by Ronin's creative ideas.

Before entering, Rhonin wrote a letter with arcane energy and handed it to his teacher Krasus, saying that he was going to help a mage and had to leave Dalaran first.

As soon as the two of them stepped through the portal, they saw a paladin giving defensive orders to his subordinates, and there was a familiar woman behind him.

Seeing the two familiar people, Arthas felt very confused. Why did they come here? They clearly had no role to play in the plot.

"Arthas, these two are the mage Rhonin, and his wife, the ranger Vereesa Windrunner."

"Long time no see, Rhonin, Vereesa. This is His Royal Highness, the Prince of Lordaeron, Arthas Menethil."

Jaina, who was standing aside, introduced their identities to each of them.

Forget it, never mind, one more person means one more strength.

Arthas extended his hand and said enthusiastically, "Welcome to Hearthglen. We are fighting the undead here. Are you interested in joining us?"

Seeing Arthas so enthusiastic, Ronin immediately shook his hand and said excitedly: "Prince Arthas, I'm glad to meet you. This is the first time someone is so enthusiastic towards me. I am so excited."

Damn, I forgot that Rhonin was a jinx in Dalaran.

When it comes to saving the Red Dragon Queen, a task that almost everyone thinks is impossible.

In order to get rid of this disaster, he even said such a sentence.

Best case scenario, Deathwing swallows Rhonin and chokes to death, thus eliminating two evils at once.

But they should be able to help me fight the Scourge in Hearthglen.

So, Arthas and Jaina told Rhonin and Vereesa what had happened recently.