The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Rise up, you innocent dead."

Pulling out the magic sword emitting cold light, Arthas completed his necromancy spell.

This time, Arthas did not encounter much resistance when he cast his necromancy spell.

The power of the undead rushed in all directions, and with just a little effort it pushed away the power of shadow that tried to stop it on the way.

One after another, phantom souls appeared or came into the dark cave. It seemed that not many dead souls could withstand the bright sunlight outside.

It seems that after the K'thir here was defeated by the investigation team, the dark existence lingering here temporarily lost control of them.

Behind Arthas, the Stormsong couple, who had been bullying Morgana, had already stopped arguing and were watching the scene unfold in front of them quietly.

Among them, Lord Brutus frowned slightly, took a step forward, blocked a small hole, and protected his wife and children with one hand.

He decided to take a closer look at what the prince of Lordaeron was trying to do, and acted accordingly, gently crushing a stream of water that suddenly appeared under his feet.

Jaina held her head in her hands and leaned on Soranos who was lying flat on his back.

Her wandering eyes would occasionally glance at the sea, and it was unclear what she was looking at.

The other three mounts, standing at a distance from each other, guarded the entrance of the cave like door gods.

"Young man, why did you call us here?"

As more and more ghosts came to the cave, one of them finally walked out of the crowd and asked Arthas.

He was a middle-aged man with black hair, black eyes, slightly gray temples, a warm complexion, and was wearing brown Tide Sage clothes.

He is different from most of the dead souls who come here. He has a clear consciousness and wears the emblem of the Stormsong family on his chest.

"You are my uncle, Drais Stormsong."

"Why are you here? Didn't you return to the Storm twenty-three years ago?"

The moment he saw him walking out of the crowd, Pluto couldn't help but take a few steps forward and subconsciously called out his name.

Lord Stormsong remembered that when he was young, he saw with his own eyes the soul of his uncle Drais fly through the Storm Temple and return to the storm.

That day, his father Drake grew older and older, and found a quiet place with his mother Sneini to stay away from worldly affairs.

At that time, he had been in charge of Stormsong Valley for less than five years. In the midst of his busy life, his parents passed away after living in seclusion for a few years.

"Pluto? My little nephew you have grown so big."

"You already have a wife and a son. My love for you is not in vain. You have been smart since you were young."

"I have never had a wife or children in my life. My eldest brother Derek and I can only rely on you to continue the family line."

When Drais heard the man in front of him, who looked almost like his older brother, calling him uncle, he couldn't help but sigh.

It turned out that he had been trapped here for twenty-three years, and his little nephew had grown up now.

At first, he thought this was the final resting place of the dead, and the so-called storm of souls returning was such a peaceful place.

Until his soul grew weaker and weaker, and he saw the thousands of eyes and the trembling tentacles all around him.

At that time, Delis understood what he had devoted his whole life to believing in.

What he did to help Kul Tiras was just a small reward. He wanted to expand his power and corrupt Kul Tiras.

He is a monster hidden deep in the ocean abyss. The statues they have carved for Him over generations and the faith and souls they have devoted to Him are just a step to help Him break free of the seal and return to the world.

When He is about to break free from the seal on Himself, He will reveal His true face and destroy everything they are guarding.

"Brutus, how is our Stormsong family doing?"

"Everything is the same as before, Uncle Drais."

Pluto wanted to hug his uncle, but his hug was empty. There is a distance between the living and the dead.

Seeing his uncle again, he held back the tears in his eyes and pulled his wife and son over.

"She is Desuhil, my beloved."

"His name is Mogna, and he is the son I am most proud of."

"There are only three of us in my family, and we are a very loving and happy family."

"Uncle Drais, don't worry, Pluto is doing well."

However, as Brutus finished his words, Desuisil tapped him lightly on the left shoulder.

Then she took out a handkerchief from the ring and wiped her husband's already red eyes.

"Uncle, now is not the time to talk about this."

"This is His Highness Arthas Menethil, the future king of Lordaeron."

"The other is Her Highness Jaina Proudmoore, the daughter of Daelin, the princess of Kul Tiras."

"Your Highness, I believe there are many things you need to ask you, so I won't bother you any more."

With his wife's reminder, Pluto took the handkerchief and wiped his eyes, turned around and did what he should do.

Now is indeed not the right time. As the head of the family and the owner of the land, he cannot act on his emotions.

He couldn't waste other people's time; the safety of Stormsong Valley was more important.

"If there is still a chance, Uncle Delais, let's go home..."

"Okay, Pluto."

"We can talk about our private affairs when we get home."

Seeing that Pluto had turned his back and wanted to say something else, Drais smiled gently and comforted him.

Hearing Drais' words, Pluto, who was held immobile by Dessuhil, retracted his strength and lowered his head even more.

He let Desuhil hold him, buried his head in his wife's shoulder, and silently wet her clothes.

"Your Highness Prince Alsace, I am sorry to have embarrassed you."

No longer looking at his "useless" nephew, Drais turned to look at Arthas who had been waiting for a long time.

It's such a failure that you can't forget the past even though you're gone.

It would not be good to keep the prince, who was seeking the help of the dead spirits, waiting too long because of his own family affairs.

Drais could feel that the prince in front of him was a chosen one of the Holy Light, but the prince could use psychic magic that was contrary to his beliefs.

There must be a price to pay, and there is no time to waste as He tries to regain control over them.

"What do you want to do by calling upon us, the souls trapped here?"

"Actually... okay, I get it."

I didn't expect them to do it so soon... Arthas pondered for a moment and nodded.

He wanted to say that you still have a lot of time and he can wait, but he couldn't let others down.

You all did this, and I don’t have the ability to turn back time, so just let it be.

"Mr. Delais, please explain to me what happened to you?"

"Okay, let me help you out."

"The tide is rising. Everything has to start from after my death."

"It's been so long, and I still don't have it... It's a miracle, come and see the truth of what I 'saw'."

At this point, Derleth summoned the water to form a series of images.

He also didn't expect that he, with only a soul left, could still summon the power of the sea.

Perhaps the sea never abandoned them, but they were just blinded.

“Those of us who return to the storm, or who die at sea, may have a mark that belongs to Him.”

"It seems difficult for souls with marks to reach the true other side of the dead. Most of them may only be able to follow His call and go to the storm."

The human-shaped soul composed of water currents, carrying the mark, passed through the ocean, went deep into it, and came to the "Land of Storms".

"Any soul that enters there and bears His mark will be trapped there and unable to leave."

"The same applies to all souls that stray into this place. Regardless of status, all souls will be exploited by them."

After the soul enters, it is surrounded by endless eyes and tentacles, and the shining soul is immersed in shadows.

"Gradually losing my sense of self, living with the shadows, becoming one with them."

"The shadow assimilated the soul, and the soul became the shadow, existing with Him forever and ever."

As time passes, the light hidden in the soul gradually dims, and the colorless soul merges into the shadow.

"They are K'thir, the final resting place for those lost in the shadows."

"He is their master. He is the master who gave us tidesages the power of shadow."

An octopus monster crawled out from the shadows, left the "Storm Land", and came in front of its master. It was as huge as a monster and its appearance could not be seen clearly.

"As long as He commands, they will leave Him and complete the mission He has given them."

"Sinking into dreams, listening to His call, spreading shadows, the void exists forever, obsessed with Him."

Once He gives the order, He will swing His tentacles and split into countless K'thir, destroying everything in His way until they return to His body.

"Our flesh, blood, and souls will all belong to Him. He is a powerful evil god who watches our every move from the abyss."

"Wherever the shadows go, His eyes and ears are there. Nothing can be hidden from His eyes."

"He...He told me that He is...our final destination."

Finally, the water turned into His name and appeared in the palm of Arthas' left hand.

In less than a moment, the water in Arthas's hand was dispersed by Drais. Mention His name and He will pay attention here.

"This is the truth I 'saw', Prince Arthas."

Dispersing the water and returning it to the sea, Drais bowed to Arthas.

Drais was very happy that Arthas was able to dispel the power of the Old Gods that had spread here.

However, Drais was well aware that their strength was not enough to contend with the terrifying existence of the abyss.

"If you don't have enough strength, then please continue to accumulate strength."

"He is bound by the cage. We still have enough time. We..."

"Mr. Delais, I understand your concerns."

"I don't want to deal with Him directly now. I only want to solve the problem of faith in Kul Tiras."

Realizing that Drais had misunderstood, Arthas immediately spoke up to change the subject.

I didn't expect that my unintentional action could actually call a "big boss" over.

She is so great, she is worthy of being my wife.

It was not until today that I realized that the result was a little beyond my expectations.

My original purpose was just to win over one faction and eliminate the other.

I had planned to bring them along to solve the "tide" problem because I saw that Lord Stormsong was fine, but they were really good at hiding.

I wanted to try to extract some information from the unfortunate souls and convince the Stormsong family to cooperate with my actions.

However, the more capable your wife is, the more it shows that you have not chosen the wrong person. She is a good helper!

"Faith, after knowing the truth, should indeed be changed, and changed drastically."

"Wait, isn't this what Derek told me thirty-seven years ago?"

In a short while, Drais thought of the ideas his eldest brother had told him when he was young.

I didn't take it seriously at the time, but given Derek's character, he must have studied it secretly.

Well, there is also my deceased grandfather... So, the reason why I can’t become the head of the family is that I am not sociable.

I knew that with that incompetent Drake, there was no way he could surpass me in ability to inherit the throne of Lord Stormsong.

Can't you just talk to me? I was very obedient. You kept it from me for so long... In the past, I really wouldn't listen. I would even think they were heretics and start a fight with them...

"Uncle Drais, is there anything you need from me?"

Feeling a chill on his back, Pluto regained his composure and quickly turned around to see who was behind him... Uncle Drais, why are you looking at me?

I'm a strong Stormsong man, you don't have to worry about me... Is there something you need me for?

If there really was something wrong, Desuhil should have reminded himself instead of being completely ignorant.

What are you looking at me for? Desuhil, who are you pretending to be confused for? Who are you trying to fool?

Well, I don’t know either, okay?

I should have listened carefully earlier. Damn it...it's really my fault this time.

In this situation, I should ask directly.

"After so many years... Pluto, has Derek come up with any results?"

Hearing Pluto's question, Drais put an end to his own fantasies and asked directly.

Apart from yourselves, you are definitely of the same lineage, maybe a little different, but you definitely have a way.

What is your method that allows our Kul Tiras son-in-law to use necromancy?

If this kind of thing gets out...who would believe the holy light emanating from His Royal Highness the Prince unless they see it with their own eyes?

They are indeed a family and have something in common.

"We have already found the result. As long as we have enough time... When we, the Stormsong family, were doing research, we did not expect that K'thir could sneak up on us without making any noise."

Originally, Pluto wanted to tell him about his previous plan, but the situation changed and he became a little unconfident.

Being in the southern part of Storm Temple, he saw with his own eyes that this monster lurked here, as well as the truth about his own uncle.

Brutus and Dessuhil understood all this, right under their noses.

Since Kxir was able to overcome numerous obstacles and take root here, the backup plans that the couple had prepared were probably in vain.

When they thought of this, the couple couldn't help but break out in cold sweats. The asymmetry of information collected was too fatal.

"However, now that we know the enemy's plot, we will definitely be able to find a solution."

"Okay, Pluto."

Seeing the performance of his nephew and niece-in-law, Delis couldn't help but shook his head.

What you said is the same as not saying anything. I'll give you one last chance.

"I only have one last question. Do you have any solution to the problem His Royal Highness mentioned?"

"Indeed, I will fight with Desuhil to make a big reform and let others gain true faith."

"The longer we wait, the worse it will be for us."

Brutus, who had lost his composure for a moment, was ready to carry out drastic reforms as Drais had said before, and he would die if he failed.

Because his power is great enough and there are enough people who believe in him, Brutus Stormsong.

Therefore, he and Desuhil only needed to eliminate the hidden enemies to quickly decide the outcome and achieve victory.

"Arthas, Jaina, believe..."

"My apologies, Lord Stormsong."

"Jaina and I trust you very much, but I have other things to do."

Before Stormsong could finish, Arthas spoke up and waved at them.

Your uncle, "Dres", is indeed a big boss, but he is not a real big boss. He is a big boss targeting you and your wife.

I am very much looking forward to meeting the ghosts that will come later, and I still want to collect more information.

Now, it is time for these dead souls to regain some consciousness. Some of you have clear eyes, and I am very happy.

There are still twelve minutes left before the legendary experience ends, so I have enough time to continue collecting intelligence.

If it doesn't work, I can activate the suit and recharge it for another hour! I'm really awesome... Why did you float outside? Aren't you afraid of the sun?

Weren't you scared when you came here before? It's so strange, has something happened without my knowledge?

"Arthas, we need to follow them and see."

"Of course, Jaina."

"Come with me, let's go see where they are taking us."

"Yes, Your Highness Prince Arthas."

So, after the Stormsong family said this at the same time, they followed Arthas and Jaina out of the cave.

The two princes who led the team forward still haven't realized that "Dres" was not created by any of them.

Drais Stormsong is really Brutus Stormsong's biological uncle. It was not created by Jaina who stole other people's family tree, nor was it the result of Arthas' extraordinary necromancy.

It was just luck and coincidence, nothing else.