The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"who are you?"

Seeing the ground collapsing around him, flames spreading, and the Undead Scourge gradually being devoured by the elements, the sword in his hand seemed to become useless. Varian couldn't help but point at the maniacally laughing Arthas and ask questions.

The paladins I know would never be so crazy. Even if they were consumed by vengeance, they would not be so crazy as to treat the undead as animals instead of humans.

In fact, I have already figured it out. It was you two who summoned us here. But leaving aside the fact that you invited us to dinner, you snatched my opponent away from me. Aren't you looking down on me?

This was too disrespectful for a warrior full of anger.

"That's a good question. I am the destroyer of the Undead Scourge, the savior of Lordaeron, the great... Ouch... Okay, I'll get back to work."

Holding the icy orange soda in his hand, Arthas put it into the ring on his right ring finger, squeezed the horse's belly, waved his Fang Tian Hua Ji, and killed the undead scourge around him.

Without the control of the master, you are nothing. Without the elites to stop me, I will move forward even more.

"Jaina, you called us here to treat us to a meal?"

Watching Arthas leading the elements to charge indiscriminately, Varian, who was sitting on a wooden recliner, felt a worse headache. He ate a chicken leg to calm himself down and asked Jaina, who was grilling meat in front of him.

You're grilling meat and summoning elements at the same time, isn't that a big burden for you? You have a lot of magic power.

The mages I know usually summon only a few, or at most a dozen, isn't that the limit? These elements are really obedient.

You two are really weirder than each other. I have to go back and study the issue of whether the elements can form an army without enslaving them.

"Varian, you have to go back in fifteen minutes, why are you in such a hurry to fight?"

"Look at them, they are having so much fun! It's a rare opportunity for you to come here, why don't you leave the battle to Arthas and enjoy yourself?"

Flipping over the steak she had grilled, Jaina shook her head, which had long, smooth burgundy hair, and pointed at the person next to her in the room.

There, Muradin was playing with his granddaughter Christina.

Although Christina pouted and her face showed reluctance to the dwarf grandfather's coaxing, she at least did not struggle and lay down to let him lift her up.

Poor Uther, before he even had time to see his granddaughter, he returned to where he belonged.

"Well, you're quite right."

"I should relax and enjoy myself for a while. There will be more brutal battles waiting for me later."

Nodding to Jaina, Varian lay down with the chicken leg in his hand, pressing down the recliner behind him.

It’s not like I haven’t hugged him before. I was the one who hugged him just now.

The niece from another world was nicer to her uncle. She would at least smile at me and buy herself a drink, but Muradin couldn't even coax a child.

"Yes, Varian, do you need a shadow stone?"

"Want to see some fun? After the battle, I think it would be nice to relax a little."

Pulling out a glittering stone from her pocket, Jaina held it and shook it at Varian.

Proudmoore wholesale images, do you need one? I deliberately added sister Tiffin and another of your dark history.

Laughter is healthier, is it necessary? Or not.

"Our destiny is determined by ourselves, so I'll take it."

"Thank you so much for your kindness, Jaina."

Without saying much, Varian took the evenly distributed red, green and blue image stones that floated towards him and hid them in his chest.

You've already sent it to me, how can I refuse your kindness? I always feel that I have to take a few private glances at it before opening it.

The other side of me, Logash's combat instinct, told me that I would regret it if I didn't do this.

When did the fury in my heart gradually subside? What happened to you, my other self?

Both of these are so bizarre. The other me, you should be living a better life than me.

"What's wrong? My dear daughter, aren't you happy to see us?"

Holding her other daughter down, Catherine asked softly with tenderness in her eyes.

Before coming here, she received a notice from her daughter and transformed herself into Catherine. There shouldn't be any problem.

But she looked like she was 47, and her hair was also blond. Was she silent when she saw me? Should her hair have some white?

"Mother, I'm not unhappy, it's just that I haven't seen you for a long time."

Wiping the tears of excitement from the corners of her eyes, Jaina, with her long golden hair, shook her head and hugged Catherine like a young swallow returning to its nest.

Although I don’t know why my other self has a little baby with Arthas, and even a sister named Sarah Proudmoore, it feels good to have a home.

Mother, it seems like I haven’t been back to Kul Tiras for seven years. I don’t know if you will forgive me...Father, I’m sorry.

"It's okay, sister, we are here with you."

Knowing that her sister seemed to have not felt the warmth of home for a long time, Sarah went forward and hugged her.

The mother and her two daughters, who were originally watching Christina playing outside the house, now snuggled up to each other, warming each other's hearts and comforting their loved ones who had not returned home for many years.

"Naughty little girl, you can't pull out grandpa's beard. It hurts, you know?"

Feeling the familiar position and losing the familiar beard, Muradin pulled Christina away and pinched her round face to educate her.

The dwarf grandpa was trying to play with you, but you bullied him. You are really naughty.

If you weren't so cute, Muradin would have let your father beat you up.

"Ouch! It hurts. Can you please stop pulling my beard?"

"Grandpa Muradin, goodbye."

Seeing Muradin's feet turn into golden light and disperse, Christina struggled to break free from Muradin's control, pulled out a handful of his beard, and waved at him.

Dwarf, you are the only one who is worthy of being my grandfather. I am alive...Okay, grandpa, goodbye, grandpa.

Since you don't pinch my head and play these childish games with me, I will admit that you are my grandfather.

"You little girl, you can actually talk? Why don't you say it earlier or later? You have to wait until grandpa is about to leave before you say it, right?"

Putting his grandson down, Muradin squatted down and made a face at her, trying to scare her.

There is a price to pay for pulling out the old dwarf's beard, Christina. This is the last lesson Grandpa Muradin taught you before he left.

He is only three years old and yet he is not afraid of me. It doesn’t seem strange that he has such a father and such a mother.

"Humph! Since I pulled out your beard, I will return it to you."

Turning her head away and snorting, Christina, grabbing her beard with both hands, threw a ball of holy light at Muradin's chin.

"Little girl! You are so young, but you can already know the Holy Light. This is really a miracle."

His beard suddenly grew back with the help of Christie's holy light, and Muradin couldn't help but sigh.

Arthas, who had just arrived here, shook his head. Muradin was so ignorant. If you looked closely, there were really too many miracles in the world.

What's more, it would be unreasonable for a daughter who jumped out of a holy light dragon egg to not have holy light.

Could she be a shadow? What a joke, she's not me and Jaina.

"Mother, sister, goodbye."

"I wish you good health. I will be very happy to see you again."

Watching herself gradually turn into golden light and disappear, Jaina Proudmoore, who accepted the gifts from Katherine and Sara, let go of their arms and waved goodbye to them.

"Sister, you seem to have forgotten this disobedient little brat."

Speaking of her niece who wanted to run, Sarah held her up in front of her sister.

"Little guy, what should you do now? I don't need your aunt to teach you."

"Mother, when you are on the other side and we are not around, you must eat and drink well!"

Faced with the fate of her aunt, Christina pouted and stretched out her little hand to another mother.

If I didn't have a friend like you, I would rather die than... I would definitely extend the hand of friendship to say goodbye to you.

She couldn't help but smile happily at her daughter's blessing.

So, in front of her relatives and friends, Jaina Proudmoore held Christina's little hand.

"I will, my daughter, pinky promise."

"Make pinky promise. It's a deal."

"Well, thank you, Christina."

"You also have to remember to eat well and don't act naughty!"

"OK!"

In the dazzling light, under the witness of the holy light, the big and the small hooked the little fingers of each other's right hands.

"Muradin, it's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

At this touching moment, Arthas suddenly came over and held Muradin's shoulders.

"Bad boy, it would be better if you didn't scare Muradin."

Muradin was frightened, covering his chest and gasping for breath. He couldn't help but glare at Arthas and responded to him with his hammer raised.

When I get back, I'll find another you to settle the score with.

Brat, the dwarf keeps his word.

"My teacher, as an apology, this box of wine is for you."

"Alsace, the question is...where is the wine?"

"Don't worry, Muradin. They're with Varian."

In response to Muradin's question, Arthas pointed at Varian, who was carrying twelve large boxes and gradually disappearing on the other side.

I gave you all the things, but I was afraid that you would open a bottle and drink it and get drunk, so I gave it to Varian for safekeeping.

"See you again, Arthas."

"Of course, I will miss you, Muradin."

Bumping his right fist with Muradin, Arthas snatched his daughter from the other Jaina.

The undead here have been almost wiped out. I'll wait for you to leave, then I'll beat the undead while searching for Sylvanas's troops, and the mission will be over.

"Let me go! Stinky... Daddy."

Christina, immersed in the happy atmosphere, tried to leave the man's clutches, Arthas Menethil, what are you doing?

This girl knows what to do now, you are shameless...

"Christina Proudmoore Menethil! Say goodbye to your uncle Varian!"

"Oh, goodbye Uncle Varian."

"Goodbye, Christina, eat well and grow taller."

"OK!"

Hearing his niece's babyish goodbye, Varian turned his head, smiled like the sun, and nodded at her gently.

At this time, his hands were sore and trembling, but he held back in front of his niece, maintaining his uncle's demeanor.

The Arthas in front of me is doing pretty well and giving a lot of gifts, which is good.

At least he didn't do anything outrageous until the end.

"Goodbye, see you again if we are lucky!"

"Bye now……"

Finally, only the sounds of farewell echoed in the air here.

Among them, an old orc just watched them silently and left here with Muradin and others.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

"My scouts told me that there seemed to be some major movement in the Undead base, and I only led the team here to investigate the situation."

A dashing ranger general came here with more than two hundred rangers and witnessed the touching scene just now.

For unavoidable reasons, Sylvanas was forced to make this decision. She put her hands to her mouth and loudly warned the human heroes outside the hut.

I didn't mean to disturb you, but your elemental servants are trying to surround us, which is a bit too much.

There are only thirty elementals, including wind, fire, water and earth, but I will never believe your actions without the signal from your master.

So, how about we have a chat with you heroes who have come from afar to help Quel'Thalas?

"Ranger-General, are you Sylvanas Windrunner herself?"

Hearing the cry, Jaina brought Arthas to her side.

The two of them waved their right hands lightly to cancel the elemental summoning spell, letting them go back to the elemental plane.

These are loyal warriors who fought desperately for them along the way. Of course, they should let them go home to rest and regain their energy when they have time.

"I am Sylvanas Windrunner, Lady Proudmoore."

Seeing the elements around her disappear, Sylvanas nodded to Jaina.

I know you, the genius mage from Dalaran, from Eversong Woods. Why do you still need to confirm who I am?

It seems that Alleria's choice was the right one. In this critical moment, it was your alliance that came all the way to help us.

"Thank you for putting aside past grudges and helping us in Quel'Thalas to fight back these undead."

"Very good. We also need your help with something. I hope you don't mind."

Grasping Sylvanas's outstretched right hand, Jaina narrowed her eyes and asked the rangers for help.

You have let bygones be bygones, so you also have to let bygones be bygones for what I am going to do later!

"What favor? My brothers and sisters and I are only too happy to serve. It was you who fought off those undead spirits."

"Heroes who have come from afar, Quel'Thalas... Lady Proudmoore, what do you want to do?"

Upon discovering the large magic circle under her feet, Sylvanas, who had been smiling, suddenly became gloomy and held Jaina's right hand tightly.

You two are the only ones who want to attack us? We are in numbers... and for the sake of Quel'Thalas, we will defeat you.

Do you really think we are afraid of you? We are soldiers defending Quel'Thalas. We don't know what fear is.

You want our Sunwell just as much as the undead? No way, I'll stop you now... The hut with people in it suddenly disappeared.

You greedy humans, I knew you couldn't be trusted. Quitting the alliance is indeed...

"Ranger General, Sylvanas, please don't move!"

"Humans, I warn you..."

"Sorry, the magic circle has been activated, and I am just an afterimage."

After saying this, Jaina in front of Ranger General Sylvanas gradually turned into violet arcane energy and dissipated.

"Humans, I curse you. You will suffer retribution. We..."

"Do not utter that word, my sister, Sylvanas."

"I'm saving you. Say hello to Jaina Proudmoore for me."

“Vereesa, what the hell are you…”

"No reason why? Sylvanas Windrunner."

Gently touching Sylvanas's pale red lips, "Vereesa" pushed her away and sent the imprisoned women to the fleet heading west to Kalimdor to complete the mission.

"Gianna, I think Christina really looks like you."

"She doesn't look like me, is she still my daughter? I feel so sorry for you, pathetic Paladin."

"I mocked you, but you're still proud of it, right?"

Arthas clenched his fists and showed his wife his fist, which was bigger than his sandbag.

"I'm just proud, so what? What can you do to me? Tell me!"

With her hands on her hips, the arrogant and unreasonable Jaina also couldn't stand him. She raised her face and glanced at her husband.

"Can I buy you some milk tea? If I hadn't spoiled you all the time, you would have one day..."

"Very good, keep up the good work, I'll treat you to milk tea too."

"Besides, I've done this before, and you succeeded."

"Really? Why didn't I know?"

"Alas, I hope my daughter won't inherit your stupidity."

After taking a sip of the sweet and cold iced milk tea, Jaina turned her head away and stopped looking at Arthas.