The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The team that came to investigate landed on a sunny, uninhabited beach, and there happened to be a dark cave next to it.

"The tide is rising, Arthas, what do you want to do?"

Pluto, who had remained silent all the way, spoke for the first time after Arthas had the seal on his mouth removed.

As soon as he arrived here, he felt the dark atmosphere here, as if there was the resentment of the dead.

He thought Arthas would destroy the tide statue along the way, in front of the believers...but he didn't expect Arthas to just bring him here.

"What's going on? Your crown..."

"Don't be surprised, Lord Brutus."

"As an excellent paladin, it's not surprising to have this thing."

A crown appeared out of thin air and was firmly placed on Arthas' head, and he regained the legendary power of the Death Knight.

It's just a plain old crown, with some golden gems on it, why are you guys always so surprised by it?

If I wasn't afraid of scaring you, I really want to open the set and let you see the power of the Lich King.

"I have never wanted to use this method. It is a torment to my conscience."

"Rise up, souls wandering here, tell me where they are?"

Holding Frostmourne tightly in both hands, Arthas half-knelt down and thrust it downwards, with half of the sword inserted into the ground, releasing boundless undead power that surged in all directions.

But after a while, Arthas stopped the necromancy spell. The obstacle was a bit too great, so he decided to give up on resurrecting the soulless undead monster.

"This is evil spiritism, it is forbidden, you cannot..."

"Krax il' oni OGOG! (Hear the music of the drowned)"

"Lord Brutus, they seem very reluctant and don't want to hand over those lost souls at all."

Following the direction pointed by Arthas, Pluto saw one K'thir after another coming out of the surrounding sea.

Some of the remnants of clothing on K'thir looked like tidesage uniforms, and some were holding fishermen's weapons.

"Zuq ag'xig bormaz ag'thyzak! (None of you can escape the fate of being infected)"

"Monster, if you won't give it to me, then I'll take it myself."

Listening to the completely incomprehensible Shasya language, Arthas slapped the ground with his left hand to summon five brave earth elementals and a barely qualified fire elemental.

He pulled up Frostmourne, aimed at a K'thir and charged, rushing into the enemy formation and cutting off a circle of K'thir.

Raising her hand, she summoned ten sea elemental warriors. A blue light flashed, and Jaina picked up her spear, found an unlucky K'thir, and began to hone her self-created spear skills.

By the sea, she was going to summon sea elements.

Isn't the sea element a type of water element? Whatever water you have in your body is the element.

Their four mounts led the elemental team, randomly choosing a direction to attack K'thir.

"Pluto, His voice..."

"Desuhil, please stop pretending. There are no outsiders here and we are facing a powerful enemy."

Summoning the power of the sea and six sea elementals, Pluto condensed a torrent blade and chopped down a K'thir with his sword.

He didn't want to say more about his wife's prank.

After pretending for so long in front of others, she seemed to be into the role, but her behavior told Pluto that she was not.

She used her staff as a spear. She was obviously a tidesage like herself, but could she summon a few elementals first to pretend?

I was worried that she would be too deeply affected by the whispers and forget who she was, so I was planning to activate her second personality to help her offset the intrusion of the whispers.

Now that I think about it, the second personality should be that Desuhil pretended in front of me to prevent myself from being corrupted by Whisper.

Lord Brutus, the master of Stormsong Valley, never imagined that the person who deceived him the most was actually the person next to him. He was hard to guard against.

"Okay, with His current influence, I am still not afraid."

Brutally stabbing three K'thir in the stomach, Dessuhil summoned streams of water to wash over their flesh.

Their bodies gradually dissipated in the torrent, leaving no trace in the world.

Instead, she was not satisfied. She waved the staff in her hand, which was surrounded by rolling torrents, and turned it into a torrent spear, which she threw at K'thir who dared to attack her.

This "water gun" seems to be about the same size as the spear in Jaina's hand, but it has a staff inside and a shape of water outside.

With a sudden counterattack that she had learned without any instruction, she pierced the bodies of several K'sirs and repeated the humanitarian destruction operation she had tried before.

She was really getting more and more excited. For a moment, she seemed no longer to be a fanatical tide sage, but a brave and unparalleled female general.

"K'xi'er, I have tolerated you for a long time."

"Now that I have found you, you should return to the sea calmly."

“In the name of Kul Tiras, in the name of Stormsong, Desthulhir, let us defeat them together.”

"Only on this point, Brutus, I agree with you. Let's go together."

"Dear Desuhil! (Brutus) Then let us solve them together."

"Monster! Please leave our world!"

Lord Stormsong, Brutus is a wise man in a sense, but not "Him" in his sense of the word.

Lady Stormsong, Desuhil is a fanatic in a sense, but not a fanatic of "Him".

Though the Stormsongs still listen to His whispers, their power belongs to the sea, and it is the ocean that is their protector.

The couple agreed that a true tidesage would not use the power of shadow, but rather the true power of the ocean.

The ocean is the belief of most Kul Tirans. The ocean is inclusive and not dominated by one person. The Tidesages will protect the ocean and guard Mother Ocean.

Perhaps the future duel between Pike and Red, the battle between pure water and shadow water, will be different in this way?

So maybe we have found out the truth.

You tidesages are a different kind of shaman, or a different kind of druid.

The source of your power is not to serve the elements like a shaman, but to harness the power of "nature" like a druid.

"You guys have been hiding this from me. I simply cannot accept this."

Compared with his parents, Mogena is so traditional, not alternative at all, and seems unable to innovate.

He called upon the power of the ocean, summoning sea elements to protect him, preventing K'thir from interrupting his spellcasting, and gathering the power of the sea.

He channeled the power of the ocean, sending out streams of seemingly harmless water that pierced the surrounding Kshirs, piercing their flesh.

He gathered the power of the ocean, condensed it into a towering column of water, covered the K'thir on the sea surface, and sent them to see N'Zoth in the constant rush of the torrent.

He released the power of the ocean, calling out thunder and lightning, rumbling! He tore K'thir apart with the violent force of thunder.

His series of actions made some people subconsciously believe that he, Morgana Stormsong, was a pure tidesage, purer than his own parents.

“Y’za noq mah…Y’za noq ormz… (I am not the first and I will not be the last)”

In less than seven minutes, all the K'thir that had come ashore, the demons from the deep sea, the monsters that the Kul Tirans used to scare children, were reduced to only one.

"It's my prey!"

"No, it's mine!"

"Little Jaina, you can't snatch prey from Aunt Dessuhil who loves you the most."

In the duel between staffs, Dessuhil and Jaina looked at each other, neither of them was willing to give up the rare item in front of them.

"No, how can an aunt snatch things from her niece?"

There were a few more clangs of the staffs colliding. Dessuhil's hand holding the staff felt a little painful but she endured it, while Jaina glared at her aunt with a mocking look.

But the two fighting women had no idea that the last K'thir had been secretly taken away by someone.

"Skitsh qi'uthik illith! (Beneath the waves, your truth awaits)"

"Don't argue, I've already killed it."

"No, Brutal Stormsong."

"It died in my hands. I was the first to do it."

On his deathbed, the remaining K'thir spoke his final words to Stormsong and his son.

"You bastard, Morgana Stormsong, how dare you disobey me!"

"Father, if you have the guts, defeat me head-on!"

"My son, you actually have such a request."

"In Stormsong's name, I wish for you!"

But the two parties seemed not to hear K'sil's last words, but rolled up their sleeves... Brutus defeated Morgana.

No surprises, your father is still your father, and Morgana still needs to learn advanced technology from his father, Pluto, to make up for his shortcomings.

He thought his father was just that, until Morgana, who had fallen into a coma again, challenged Pluto.

Because compared to Dessuhil, Pluto seems like a paddling champion.

Compared with the other four people, four riders and several elements, it seems that only the average record of the elements can compete with him.

To sum it up in two sentences, when Pluto drew out the water knife, he didn't know where to cut?

He swung his sword onto the battlefield, but the head had already been taken away by someone else.

"Little Jaina, this is a Stormsong affair."

“Aunt Dessir, I know very well that I will not disturb you.”

After throwing out a "gun" flower, Jaina put away her staff and took three steps towards Arthas to make way for Dessuhil.

How could she stop someone from doing something good like this? The camera was ready to record.

You have revealed your true colors in front of me, Jaina Proudmoore. How could I miss your family gathering?

Let me see what tricks your Stormsong family will play. I'm really looking forward to it and want to hug the baby.

"Morgna, is this all you have learned from your two-year journey through the storm?"

To Jaina's surprise, Dessuhil did not take the two of them to teach them a lesson, but instead mentioned her own son.

She remembered her mother saying that Aunt Desuhil didn't become... because she missed her son too much.

"Compared with your father, you are a disgrace to our Stormsong family."

After Desuisil finished speaking, the loving father Pluto poured water on his son to wake him up.

He also thoughtfully positioned his son's head so that Morgana could look directly at his loving mother, Dessuhil Stormsong.

"As an excellent tidesage, I can't find my way home."

"If Her Highness Jaina hadn't taken the trouble to find you and show you the way."

"How many years will you have to wander around before you come home? Mr. Pluto, where are you?"

Dessuhil, who had been blaming Mogna, suddenly changed the subject, put her son down and held down her husband.

"I'm here, Ms. Desuisil. How can I help you?"

At this moment, Pluto was not panicked at all and took the initiative to mention his son.

He knew very well that Desuhil's hands were just sore and he needed his help.

"Once this matter is dealt with, my son's re-education course needs to be put on the agenda."

"That's no problem at all. I have already prepared countless plans for the future of the people of Stormsong."

Seeing a scene that was completely different from what she had imagined, Jaina couldn't help but glance at Arthas who was whistling, then turned back to look at the Stormsong family.

So, you two are true love, and Mogna is just an accident.

Before today, she had always been envious of the Stormsong family of three, and she could not find any fault with them in the past.

At this moment, she regretted it. At least she would not be so cruel to the baby.

Because Christina was too young and could not bear her educational methods.

Learning magic requires a lot of talent, and according to her plan, she will have a very long period of time to train her baby.

"My son, Tanred Proudmoore."

"You are still not a Proudmoore man, stand up now!"

The father and son only exchanged ten moves on the training ground before Tanred knelt again, leaning on his sword to gather strength.

"Tanred, your mother is still watching!"

Finding that his previous method of provoking was no longer effective, Dai Lin tried a different method.

I said yesterday that I would give Tanred more training, so of course I have to take the time to help him today.

After all, he is his own son. After two years of experience, he should at least be as good as his son-in-law!

"Father, you underestimate me!"

Upon hearing this, Tanred's anger flared up again in his heart. He raised his sword, jumped up, and chopped with his sword.

After a series of recent blows, Tanred discovered that only his father and mother had not changed much.

Apart from becoming a bit rich, one's father is one's best rival.

My sister is too strong and will not show mercy.

My brother-in-law is proficient in weapons and cannot be defeated.

My sister is just as strong, too strong.

My niece eats too much and the gap is too big.

Therefore, only a father who knows how to improve his own level of strength is the best whetstone.

I, Tanred Proudmoore, am a warrior, a warrior who inherits my father's skills... I am an explorer.

"You kid, your strength has improved a bit, keep up the good work."

In the reality where Tanred was, Dai Lin killed Tanred before he could slash twice.

In the first strike, heavy sword versus heavy sword, Dai Lin won because Tanred’s strength was not strong enough.

The second sword fight, heavy sword versus light sword, Dai Lin won because Tanred was not fast enough.

"Tanred, your lovely niece is still watching!"

Seeing that Tanred wanted to give up, Dai Lin used provocation again.

A useful strategy can be used in a hundred ways, and it will never be hidden.

"Daelin Proudmoore, I will fight you!"

"My son, you still lack calm thinking and need long-term practice."

This time, Tanred lasted thirty moves at the hands of Dailin before being defeated, which was a great improvement.

"My dear grandson, have some candy, ah..."

"Yeah, ah... sour and sweet!"

While eating the candy given by Catherine, Christina suddenly felt a warmth on her head, as if someone had touched her.

"Sindra, isn't this boring?"

"You need to call me mother, Vasya."

"Why didn't you call me when you were secretly playing with Christina?"

"Besides eating and drinking, isn't taking care of this little dragon one of our sources of pleasure?"

"Okay, I agree with your idea."

Lying comfortably on a magic lounge chair, Sindra and Vasya were on a rooftop, enjoying the sea breeze and the sun.

By the way, take some time to watch the exciting fighting scenes between the two fighters and tease Christina from time to time.

"By the way, why did Arthas and Jaina leave us?"

"Why worry? We are here to enjoy ourselves, not to work as laborers."

"My daughter, isn't it uncomfortable to lie down and drink iced watermelon juice?"

"It is indeed comfortable, mother, but I like to drink iced coconut milk."