The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Familiar place, familiar scorched earth, familiar heroes, unfamiliar N'Zoth.

"Subjects sleeping in the dark empire, wake up and bring destruction to my enemies."

Following His call, countless Faceless servants belonging to the Dark Empire walked out of the portal formed by His left hand, shouting in the incomprehensible Shasyarian language and rushing towards the heroes.

Faced with the seemingly endless enemies ahead, the heroes of Azeroth smiled at the same time, formed a united front, raised their weapons, and called on the troops to descend upon them.

"Dragon Legion, show your strength!"

"Soldiers of the Alliance, for the sake of our families behind us, destroy them!"

"Children of the tribe, for the glory of Lok'Tar Ogar!"

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"Why? I obviously devoured him."

After being hit by the heroes, the monster covered with strange eyes fell to the ground, causing the earth to tremble and become silent.

The army gathered at the ruins of Lordaeron and attacked in full force, working together to eliminate the surrounding Faceless Men. However, N'Zoth, whose strength could not be recovered, was completely defeated by the heroes of Azeroth.

Until his death, he was puzzled that his other self had actually stopped him and guided the heroes to destroy the countless backup plans he had prepared. She betrayed the Void and the will of N'Zoth.

What puzzled him even more was that the power of the fallen monarch was obviously huge at the beginning, so why couldn't he recover? He should have obtained the same power as him.

The power belonging to the Dark Lord entered his body, but it was consumed after just a few powerful moves, leaving him unable to fight again, allowing the heroes to cause irreparable damage to him.

"It is all over. The Old God N'Zoth has been defeated."

After purifying the remains of the monsters in front of them together with the believers of Holy Light, Avian turned around and announced the demise of the enemies to everyone.

"We won! Azeroth..."

Amid the cheers of the warriors of Azeroth, she, who was out of tune with the warriors around her, looked at the shining and warm holy light in her hand and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

She thought about whether her actions were in line with her true will. This was not her original plan.

She should become Him, bringing advanced Void theory to Azeroth, where everyone would become one and no longer separate from each other.

But she did not do so. She became an accomplice of the creatures of Azeroth, personally modified the memory of her own avatar, destroyed her own avatar together with them, and ended the will of N'Zoth.

Was it really the Holy Light that silently influenced her? She firmly believed that this was a choice she made in her heart, and she would never regret it, ever.

"You have done a great job, I am very pleased."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out from a distant pit, interrupting the celebration of the warriors of Azeroth and arousing the vigilance of countless people.

The warriors of Azeroth stared at the sudden appearance of the soul shadow of Prince Lordaeron above Frostmourne with vigilant and hostile eyes.

"Arthas, do you want to fight again?"

Varian walked out of the crowd, holding Saramaine on his back, and asked with his hand.

"Varian, you are the winners and I am the loser."

"I have already failed. I am here only to give you the final gift that belongs to the victor."

With his arms folded across his chest and looking disdainful, Arthas raised his finger to the sky, summoning the overwhelming force of death.

In just a breath of time, the Azeroth warriors who had no time to react were overwhelmed by this inky black force. They gritted their teeth and waited for death to come. They knew that they had failed.

This dark force was so strong that they were unable to stand up, and even breathing felt like the air was very comfortable and fresh. Was there something wrong?

"This is the reward for the winner. I will return to where I belong."

"Heroes, remember my last words. Fighting among yourselves will only bring destruction to Azeroth."

"The enemies of Azeroth await you in the future."

After saying this, Frostmourne turned into a cold light and dissipated, and the soul of the Prince of Lordaeron also began to gradually disappear.

However, in the north of the Eastern Kingdoms, the land that had been corrupted by the Scourge began to blossom with life. One after another, young sprouts of life broke through the ground, purifying the plague land.

"Arthas, can you stay a little longer?"

"You are not my love, Jaina Proudmoore."

Taking out the two pendants from his neck, Arthas floated to Jaina's side and shook them gently. The two pendants were engraved with Jaina's portrait and were almost exactly the same.

"This is me... Arthas, you still love me, I..."

"No, I don't love you. I have a wife. She is my Gianna."

"She is still waiting for me on the other side. I can't let her wait too long."

Where I am is the "other shore", there should be nothing wrong with it. If I say it is the other shore, then it is the other shore. What's wrong with a short-term name?

After continuing to shake the pendant, Arthas directly cut off the connection between himself and his clone, causing the clone to dissipate at the speed of light.

At this moment, the one you love in your heart should be Kalecgos. It has nothing to do with me. Can we please not be so self-indulgent?

Why did I do this? I was jealous of my isotope from another time and space? Never mind. I'll ask my wife to throw a stone before I leave.

"Jaina, are you okay?"

Avian came to Jaina's side, stretched out her fair little hand, hooked Jaina's delicate arm, and helped her up who was in a daze.

This powerful chieftain disguised as Arthas is probably going home to hug his wife this time. Before leaving, he even remembers to play a trick on you. You are so naive!

What's wrong with me? What is this button in front of me? It seems that I am the only one who can see it.

"I'm fine, I just don't understand why Arthas did this?"

Covering her face with her hands and tears in her eyes, Jaina looked up at Avian and told her about her troubles.

"You came to look at this thing, but I have to go now."

After handing the stone given to her by the powerful chief to Jaina, Avian stood up and left. She smelled a familiar scent.

"Are you leaving too? Avian."

Wiping the tears from her face, Jaina, with a pain in her heart, looked up at the blood elf ranger in a red cloak. The holy light on you is so familiar.

"I'm from the future, Jaina, and I need to leave."

"I'm sorry, Lor'themar... the powerful chieftain..."

"He is not dead, he lives on in my heart forever."

"Shorel'aran (goodbye), my new friend, Jaina Proudmoore."

"Sinu a'manore (Nice to meet you), I will miss you, Avian Brightwing."

After taking a few steps, Avian turned into a ball of golden light and dissipated in all directions. In the eyes of others, she seemed to have left this world.

"Ms. Proudmoore, they are not from our world after all. Don't be too sad."

"Teacher, you always teach me to be strong, you have to be strong too!"

"Pain, Jindi, thank you for coming to accompany me. I just need some time to relax."

A scene of humans, night elves, and dwarves embracing each other was secretly recorded by a passing priestess.

"Drink slowly, dwarf, we still have some."

At a banquet hosted by the Alliance, at a certain table, a male night elf mage with a pair of golden eyes was holding a glass of clear purple wine and snuggling with a female night elf dressed in the clothes of a moon priest.

Opposite the couple was a bearded dwarf with rosy cheeks, holding up a solid wooden wine glass filled with fragrant wine and drinking it.

"What a great wine, Idian. You've brought so many surprises to Muradin."

A lot of wine overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his beard was covered with drops of transparent wine. After drinking a glass of 500ml (? ) of wine, he held his stomach comfortably and burped happily.

"Dwarf, you can't drink at all!"

The priestess, hugging her husband, started to cheer for Muradin, raised her head, took the wine that Judian poured for her, and sipped her lips.

"Night elves, Muradin can't do that."

"It doesn't mean we dwarves are incapable. I, Brian Bronzebeard, am willing to fight you."

Brian, who came here following the smell of alcohol, found the wine table hidden in the corner of the banquet, got a bench and spread out his incompetent second brother.

I took the initiative to participate in the Windfury cocktail party hosted by the couple because there was a small sign next to it with these four words written in the Common Language.

"Very good. Today, another confident dwarf warrior is willing to challenge my special wine."

With a loud laugh, Judian took a new wooden cup from the priestess and poured a cup of extremely mellow and moderate white wine into it.

The second challenger encountered today was still a dwarf in Azeroth who loved drinking very much. Udian was a little impatient.

He thought that Brian and Muradin were the same when it came to drinking, and there was no need to compare them.

"Hold on to this drink, Brian. Drink it before you get another."

After filling the cup, Judian handed it over.

"Do you think this little bit of wine can stump the greatest dwarf explorer in Azeroth?"

"Mr. Night Elf with golden eyes, before we drink, I would like to ask, what is your name?"

"No need to be so formal, hero. My name is Judyan."

"What a great name. I've heard of you for a long time. I did it!"

This is the taste. Brian twitched his red nose and, like Muradin before him, couldn't wait to drink it down in big gulps.

We dwarves are born to drink any kind of wine... Good wine, I really want to have another glass... Brian, hold on.

"See? I...Bryan Bronzebeard did not fall."

"Dear Mr. Judian, I am very satisfied with your specialty wine."

Brian, who managed to hold on, gave Judian a thumbs up and pushed his glass forward, indicating that he wanted another drink.

He believes that the good wine and the boss who doesn't overcharge customers are the best gifts for his victory today.

He doesn’t charge gold coins and gives out free wine. How can such a boss not be a good person?

If anyone dared to say bad things about Yudian, the owner of the Stormrage Club, he would be the first one to not believe it and would teach the bad guy a lesson.

"You have a good alcohol tolerance. This is your second cup. You have successfully defeated Muradin."

"Of course. Who am I? I am... no more words, let's do it!"

"Come on, I'm waiting for your third drink."

"No...problem...I...huhu..."

With a clanging sound, Brian, who had drunk two cups, was defeated and fell towards his second brother who was sleeping soundly beside him.

Judian, who only drank a little wine to moisten his throat, sneered and quickly covered his left hand with the hands of his wife who was already unable to hold back.

If I hadn't been feeling guilty about playing Whack-a-Mole these past few days, I wouldn't have come to treat you to a drink. Have a good sleep.

I really can't call on your eldest brother. He went with his daughter for a diamond. It seems that he needs to find some machine to release the diamond form.

However, we helped the father and daughter resolve their family conflicts in advance, so Maiev Shadowsong Stormrage should have done nothing wrong.

"Why do I keep encountering visitors from other worlds these days, Judian? Can you tell me why?"

"My friend, Illidan... Maiev is behind you."

When the smiling party owner turned to look at the Egg Sword Master on his right, he did not panic. Instead, he pondered for a second and kindly reminded the warden of his arrival.

"Isn't she lying in your arms? I am blind but not deaf."

"Illidan, what are you doing here?"

"Maiev Shadowsong, you are not lying..."

"Am I lying there? Who is Illidan?"

Maiev, who was breathing cold air, wanted to rub her eyes, but the Owl Helmet stopped her.

Which Illidan should I keep an eye on? I'm a bit confused. I should just catch them all... Why would I be there...

"Respected Jailer, I am Illidan and he is Illidan. You should know who is the devil."

"Hi, I'm Maiev Shadowsong, wife of Illidan Stormrage."

"Goodbye, we are just passers-by in this time and space."

The disappearance of the two cocktail party owners caused the "awakened" Muradin to pull down his third brother and use him as a free meat cushion, and fell asleep holding the storage bag given by his apprentice and his wife.

You still want to pretend in front of old Muradin, kids, you are full of flaws. I can see at a glance who the elements favor.

You see the whole thing but don't say it out loud, which means you still have a filial heart. I'll take a nap first and then enjoy the wine.

"Illidan Stormrage, you can't tell anyone about what happened today, do you understand?"

"Maiev Shadowsong, Illidan Stormrage has had a rough life, but I finally fell into your hands."

"Maiwei, this is the voice they left behind, not what I said. Are you willing to believe it?"

"Illidan, let's fight and decide the winner. Then get back to your cell."

On the other side, a little girl who had turned into a baby looked up at the eggshell that surrounded her, clenched her little fists, and punched the eggshell. She didn't know how many times she punched, but she still couldn't break the cage.

Why did I click that button? My name has changed. I am a mature blood elf! Not a human baby.

"Damn Arthas, damn Jaina, please don't let me catch you! Aaaaaaah! It hurts so much, I want to cry."