The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

After being pulled back, Arthas felt his head hurt even more. It would have been fine if Jaina didn't try hard, but she just lay in his arms like mud. Are you holding back on your ultimate move?

The problem is that the energy in my body has been accumulating, which means that there may be people around me who are plotting against me and want to kill me.

"That's what the prophecy says. It says your hair will turn silver, you will become humble and sad, and you will enter a state of war in your own way."

"Don't change the subject, Ronin."

"You still think that Theramore almost getting bombed is not a good time? Master Rhonin."

After hearing Ronin's explanation, Arthas pointed out his problem loudly.

When Jaina is unreliable, I need your help to protect her, and I am no longer low-key.

I'm going to accuse you and distort your meaning first. Anyway, you're facing difficulties now, so you like to read prophecies, right?

"You still think it's right, but I stopped you. The time is not right yet. All blonde female leaders have the same feeling..."

"Shut up! Arthas Menethil, if you can't speak, please don't speak."

Noticing that Ronin was in a bit of a bad state again, Vereesa stepped forward and spoke for him.

"Am I wrong? I am the noble black dragon, the king of Lordaeron."

Taking out the crown and throwing it in his own hands, Arthas responded capriciously.

It's a good thing that someone falls into the trap. I want to be more aggressive.

"Am I wrong? He is willing to sacrifice himself to fulfill the so-called prophecy."

Let the facts speak for themselves, Vereesa. I have saved you from a lonely fate. The child is learning from Malfurion, while you yourself are tasting solitude.

"Sa...Ms. Little Moon, you don't want to depend on my two nephews for survival..."

"He is indeed right in this regard, Vereesa. I am to blame."

"Ronin...I...I just hope you're okay."

"Come on, please go home and play again. Why are you looking at me?"

Someone actually ruined this atmosphere. A group of people looked at Arthas and asked, "Look what are you doing?"

"I'm just feeding someone. I have one more thing to say... If the blonde Sylvanas were to encounter something similar one day, would you, Ronin, do something as well?"

"Blond hair, once glorious, ruler of a nation, if his homeland collapses, and he suddenly joins the Kirin Tor..."

There was a flash of blue light, someone changed, and everyone shifted their attention.

But the house husband, who was still feeding the child with his head down, didn't know it. He just felt the little hand of the person in his arms move, and a light suddenly flashed at him.

"Everyone knows that the prophecy only refers to me, Arthas."

Looking at Jaina lying on his lap, Arthas's fist, which was about to move, loosened and said, "Let me see what you've been holding back for so long."

I looked up and saw that the other you had changed? Jaina... Is this the trick you had up your sleeve? I thought you were going to do it yourself. Can you turn into a naval commander...

"If Arthas hadn't stopped me, this would have been my future destiny."

The others looked at Jaina Proudmoore's tone becoming a little hysterical, with only a little gold left on her head.

I suddenly felt strange. Could it be that if the people who had passed by today showed up, people from the future would follow.

Possessed... We must rescue Jaina Proudmoore.

"I was corrupted by some of the arcane power that escaped from the explosion in Theramore, and became like this."

"I am Proudmoore who has experienced this, and I am temporarily attached to this lucky man... me."

"Don't panic, I'm here to help you, to end this evil war."

On Arthas' side, Jaina took out a handkerchief, wiped her mouth, and slowly stood up.

While others are still looking at another self, you have already quietly controlled the other self.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. I have the most experience in taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness.

"Future Ms. Proudmoore, I think you need to calm down. There is no ..."

"Great, you got the Focusing Iris."

Rhonin, who was ready to use his own reasoning to convince the strange Jaina Proudmoore in front of him, was ignored by her.

Her attention was focused on the purple orb in Ronin's hand, and her tone was full of relief.

"With it, I will destroy the Horde and destroy their homeland with the tidal wave. This is the revenge of Theramore."

"The tribe has always been targeting us. We must seize this opportunity, my friends. Join me in completely destroying the tribe."

"Jaina, I don't know what happened to you..."

"Lady Proudmoore, I..."

"Kalecgos, Pained, I'm fine, don't worry."

"You don't understand the tribe... my other self! Is it fun to control me?"

Sadly, the Lord of Theramore broke Jaina's spell without saying a few words.

"Today's sun is so bright and round, and my parents are waiting for me and Arthas to come home for dinner."

After her plan was exposed, Jaina immediately decided to escape first.

"Don't run. I don't mean... the tribe's plan has been exposed, and it is indeed time for us to counterattack."

Another me thinks that we have gathered so many troops here in order to end this war.

Thank you for saving Theramore.

"My apologies, Lady Proudmoore."

"We have been away from home for too long, and it is time to go back."

Arthas, who was pulled to the edge of the crowd by Jaina, immediately turned around to help her stop, hugged her and bowed goodbye to everyone else.

I don’t have much time left, I must find a suitable reason and change my identity.

"How about we have a meal before we leave? We haven't..."

"Jaina and I were on our way home, but we got lost in time and space and ended up here by mistake."

"No need to keep us here. Our family in the other world is still waiting for us."

Looking at the empty surroundings, Arthas waved his hand to reject Jaina Proudmoore's invitation.

You are all going to war, we don't want to be your thugs.

"Friends, we are dragons and we are going home."

Seeing that others seemed to be hesitant to speak, Arthas only left these words.

Turning around, the two of them jumped up at the same time, transforming into young dragons over thirty meters long.

Spreading its wings, it flew into the air, forming a portal leading to the bustling Lordaeron, and left Theramore.

"It's incredible, their world is full of dragons."

Looking at the scene inside the door and the image of a giant dragon flying freely, Kalecgos said this in disbelief.

"Everything in this world is full of surprises. Who would have thought that a black dragon would also have holy light? Kalec."

"Who could have thought that a disaster could be quietly resolved with the help of visitors from another world?"

Lady Jaina Proudmoore, Lord of Theramore, stepped forward to comfort Kalecgos in his half-elf form.

"Teacher is right. Those who died in the battle with the tribe not long ago have all been resurrected."

"What a pleasant surprise, isn't it, Mr. Blue Dragon?"

"Miss Apprentice, I am glad to see you are safe."

"Can you please stop touching my head? I, Jindi Sparks, won't grow taller."

With a snap, Kindi, wearing a pair of gloves, pulled away Kalecgos's big hand, not allowing him to touch his head again.

Before Arthas and Jaina left, he saw the ineffective gloves and had an idea.

So, Arthas specifically asked Jaina to put it in Kindi Spark's pocket.

When the dwarf apprentice discovered the gloves, she put them on with great joy without knowing the truth.

She thought it was a small gift her parents prepared for her when she returned to Dalaran last time.

"Of course, Jindi, I will ask for your permission before doing this next time."

"There won't be a next time, Mr. Blue Dragon."

"I just thought of something and didn't know what to do for a moment."

This Arthas is a black dragon and the other Jaina is a blue dragon, what a hell of a joke.

Today, Ben wanted to sacrifice himself to save Theramore and become...unexpectedly...a different black dragon appeared and saved the city.

I wanted to go see if my sweetheart was okay, but I ran into Arthas hugging... and he loudly cursed me for being a disgrace to dragons.

I wanted to find out what happened, but things turned around several times and for a while, nothing was clear.

I wanted to be a spectator who waved goodbye, but considering everything I had experienced, I, Kalecgos, thought... Jaina was a blue dragon, and I...

"Kalecgos, this is a treasure of your blue dragon clan. Now it is returned to its original owner."

"Are you thinking about something? Respected Blue Dragon King, is there anything you need our help with?"

Holding the Focusing Iris, Ronin raised the purple orb in front of Kalecgos and shook it.

Is it not the Focusing Iris you are thinking of? I have brought it to you, Blue Dragon King.

I hope your Blue Dragon Legion can protect it well. If you lose it again, we in Dalaran will have no choice but to separate you by force.

This item is too dangerous, we cannot bear it...

"The leader of the Kirin Tor, Archmage Rhonin, I wish to entrust the Focusing Iris to you, the Kirin Tor."

Rhonin was puzzled and surprised by Kalecgos' unexpected behavior.

"Kalecgos, this is a treasure that the blue dragonflight has guarded for generations. How can we..."

"Do take it, my friend."

"The morale of our Blue Dragon Corps has been dispersed. We no longer have enough manpower or even strength to protect this treasure."

"Because of it... I lost a lot of friends, and almost brought you... a disaster that didn't belong to you."

Thinking about how he had spent all this time searching for the Focusing Iris, Kalecgos felt that he was not capable enough.

Just like what the black dragon Arthas said, he was a waste... and not qualified to continue to wield the Focusing Iris.

"Our dragon has lost the power to protect the dragon. After these days of suffering, I realized that I am not a qualified guardian."

"I have only one request... accept it. Perhaps only Dalaran can ensure that it will not be used by evil people."

"I know that Dalaran originally controls many precious artifacts. I think there is no place safer than Dalaran."

Hearing this, and the almost pleading tone of the Blue Dragon King in front of him, Roning sighed and accepted the Focusing Rainbow.

"You put the safety of others above your own dignity, Kalecgos. We will do everything in our power... to protect it."

"Please don't be so formal, my friend."

Seeing Rhonin trying to bow to him, Kalecgos quickly supported him.

"In that case, I will no longer refuse, my friend."

"Yes, Ronin..."

"Kalecgos, I would like to invite you to join the Kirin Tor and help us keep it safe."

"After all, it is a treasure of your Blue Dragon Clan. Moreover, we also need your Blue Dragon Clan's experience."

“Only if we work together can we avoid accidents.”

"Well, if that's the case, I'd like to join you."

Thus, the Kirin Tor gained a new member, the second dragon councilor after Krasus.

"Gentlemen, your business..."

"Jaina, Jaina Proudmoore, you can no longer shirk your responsibilities."

Rhonin already understood the Lord of Theramore's thoughts, and he could no longer allow her to act recklessly.

After this life and death...it's time for me to retire. I am too tired to be the leader of the Kirin Tor.

I will send you to become the leader of Dalaran as planned, so that you can get the destiny you deserve... I want to spend more time with my wife and children.

Arthas is right. My destiny is in my own hands. A bright future awaits me and Vereesa to create together.

"Everything that happened today tells me that it's your turn to return to Dalaran."

"Archmage Antonidas did not train you to allow you to evade your responsibilities."

"Theramore needs me..."

"Dalaran also needs you. Doesn't the lesson you learned this time make you understand? Jaina..."

When Rhonin was persuading Jaina Proudmoore to take over, Lor'themar Theron came to the Horde camp with his wife Avian Brightwing.

"My Lord Regent, why are you here?"

"You are not..."

"My fellow countrymen, please speak your name aloud."

"I am Klantil Bloodblade! Seeing you..."

"Blood Knight, don't kneel down at every turn. We Sin'dorei will only kneel to the heavens, the earth, and our parents, and we will never yield to anyone."

Blood Knight Klantil was confused. What's wrong with you, Lord Lor'themar?

I have never seen you like this... your clothes, and the horses you and this lady ride on...

"I have had enough of Garrosh's oppression of our people of Quel'Thalas. He is unworthy of being the Warchief of our Horde."

Bang! Lor'themar slapped his chest fiercely, his face becoming excited, as if he had many supporters behind him.

So, Lor'themar's voice became louder and louder, causing many people in the camp to hear his voice.

What happened to the originally low-key Blood Elf Regent today? He is so angry, as if the Warchief has done something unpopular to the blood elves.

However, the fanatics among them were disdained by Lor'themar.

Another scum of the tribe who comes to die. If it weren't for us today... the regent of the blood elves, you should hope that the warchief will spare your life.

"I am here... only to end his dark reign, for the sake of Quel'Thalas!"

"Your Highness, the Regent, please..."

"Follow my orders, Blood Knight."

"Please think twice. You and I..."

"Klantil Bloodblade! Take me to the Warchief."

"Yes, as you wish."

Feeling the sudden burst of kingly aura from Lor'themar, Klantil said this subconsciously.

But why is this aura so dark? It’s completely the opposite of what it appears on the surface... It’s terrifying.

"Very good, Klantil Bloodblade, you will lead the way."

"Garrosh Hellscream, I, Lor'themar Theron, come to bring personal justice."