The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"No... No, no, no! How could we be his vanguard? I have clearly found a way out."

"Impossible. If what is written here is true, then everything we have done is in vain."

As the investigation team went deeper into the passage, Pluto looked at the murals carved by the ancients in front of him and denied it out loud in disbelief.

What he saw terrified him. The Storm Temple built by Stormsong's ancestors and the Kul Tirans was a trap.

Because they believe in Him, whether it is the so-called holy objects of the Tide Sages or the idols... almost everything with His image has His power entangled in it.

This is a curse, and as long as He exists, the shadow hanging over their heads will not dissipate.

The stronger His power becomes, the more they will be cursed and corrupted, with little or no way back.

He has already given them their destination, and whether they struggle or not, they will enter the ending He has given.

"Keep your faith, Brutus, and we will succeed."

Reaching out to grab her husband's hands that were covering his head, Desuihil pulled them apart with a single effort.

"Have you lost your confidence after such a small blow?"

"Pluto Stormsong, cheer up!"

She raised her right hand and hit Brutus, whose heart was broken, with force.

In this small, dark place with a little artificial light, the sound of slaps and cheeks slapping could be heard everywhere.

"The you I know is not a waste."

"What's your plan? If you don't have one, come up with one right now!"

Before Pluto could fall, she lifted his collar with both hands and shook him vigorously.

The blood-red eyes were like a ferocious beast, staring at Pluto's dazed black pupils, wishing they could bite him awake.

Another slap, this time on both sides, her action startled the three investigation teammates around her.

Seeing what the white-haired, red-eyed Lady Stormsong did, Arthas and Jaina, who wanted to help, quickly retracted their left feet and watched the scene silently.

Shouldn't you be as broken-hearted as Lord Stormsong? Lady Desuhil, your actions are a little confusing to us.

As for your son Mogona, we are not worried.

After seeing his behavior with our own eyes, we knew that there was absolutely no need to worry about him.

He picked up a pen and took out a notebook, and with the help of the light from the torch we made, he wrote quickly to record history.

Ms. Dessushil's actions just now made him accidentally make a few strokes, and she looked like she was holding a grudge.

However, within a short while, he began to slide the pen tip again and continued his work.

His series of actions and styles made us suddenly feel like we had become an archaeological team, which seemed to be correct.

We both agreed that Lord Brutus seemed a little out of step with his wife and children.

"Alsace, is there something wrong with this mural?"

"I always feel that this passage appears too abruptly. It might be a trap."

Seeing that the three members of the Stormsong family were busy with their own things, Jaina handed the torch in her hand to Morgana and discussed the suspicious points she had found with Arthas beside her.

Coming here with Arthas, everything has been going too smoothly and without any obstacles.

She suspected that those dead souls had already been hinted by Him, and the appearance of Drais was just an unexpected surprise.

But no matter what happened, she and Arthas came here and got a glimpse of the origin and development of the Tidesage faith.

Ever since the first Stormsong who heard the whispers of the abyss received the knowledge granted by N'Zoth, that Stormsong has become the spokesperson for N'Zoth.

The Shadow Void will generously grant its users endless knowledge, but the Void will not tell users about the traps hidden in some of the knowledge.

The knowledge that Stormsong received was harmless and useful knowledge that N'zod had specifically and specifically bestowed upon him.

This knowledge allowed the Kul Tiras fleet to defeat natural and man-made disasters, becoming an "invincible" fleet, but it also left them with the mark of N'Zoth.

The believers who believe in N'Zoth, the objects of faith they wear or even forge, their flesh, blood, and souls will all become nourishment for growing N'Zoth's power.

In this world, the larger the scope of faith and the more believers there are, the stronger the power of the "gods" who receive the power of faith will be.

The new system developed by the Stormsong family is indeed useful, but N'Zoth has another trick up his sleeve, and the shadow He bestowed on them has long taken root in their hearts.

This is the origin of the curse bestowed by the "Gods". To overcome it, sufficient talent and wisdom are needed, but N'Zoth will not let them succeed easily.

"Jaina, there is something wrong with the mural but there is nothing wrong with it."

“If you want to deceive someone, you often tell both truth and lies.”

After listening to Jaina's findings, Arthas nodded with satisfaction and expressed his own opinion.

He also reached out and handed her a cup of coconut milk tea at just the right temperature. After all, he couldn't just drink it himself.

Given the current situation, they would need to stay here for a while until the Stormsong family of three finished their own business.

If Lord Brutus could not regain his will, then he would have to use force and send them back to Boralus to recuperate for a while.

"He is not that powerful, otherwise he would have broken free long ago."

"A monster like him must be around us to deal with the things he left behind."

Gently touching the mural, Arthas summoned a ball of holy light, turned it into the size of a basketball, and threw it into the darkness below.

Since curses exist, they must have a source.

However, N'Zoth himself must not be the source, something else is.

If He is really as invincible as described in the murals, then His weaknesses are equally obvious.

Those who dare not fight me head-on and resort to trickery and schemes do so either out of habit or out of fear of something in me.

After reading the script, I have to admit that in terms of corruption, N'Zoth may be the leader of the Old God group in Azeroth.

From top to bottom and from bottom to top, many aspects have been promoted simultaneously, and great progress has been made. I have to admire it.

As a mortal who is also greedy and doesn't gossip, I don't think I can achieve the same "great achievements" as him.

"Our own power cannot be taken away by anyone."

"No matter how great the gap between us, there are certain powers He can never take away."

Seeing the holy light he had thrown out going down all the way, as if there was no end and being swallowed by endless darkness, Arthas turned and looked at the entrance in the distance.

The entrance to the passage had long been closed, and they were surrounded by only endless darkness. The stairs under their feet and the end of the surrounding murals still led to nowhere.

The stairs and murals are a temptation, recording what the investigation team wants to know, or even understand, and luring them down.

Looking at these things, Arthas felt that he was a little too arrogant and had underestimated N'Zoth.

Whether he led his men forward, backward, or stood still, it seemed that everything was part of Enzos's plan.

Go forward until you are assimilated. There is no way to retreat, and not moving will only waste time.

I can't hesitate any longer. I have to at least make a choice, turn the table over, and force N'Zoth to fight me head-on.

"I believe you, Arthas."

"What should we do next?"

Reaching out to embrace Arthas, Jaina handed him the cup of milk tea she had finished.

I know your difficulties, but don't panic, I will support you.

So, can we have another drink? Isn't it time for a break?

My Uncle Pluto hasn't recovered yet, it was you who let us rest!

"Well, just follow my instructions."

Arthas took the cup back and held his petite wife with satisfaction.

Very good, my love for you is not in vain.

I know that in the current situation, some things should not be done anymore.

Now it's time to see if Lord Stormsong is better. If not, we can only use Holy Light Healing.

"Dear Desuhil, could you please hit me a little more gently."

"I just need a little time to relax. I'll be fine."

"I am Brutus Stormsong, your most reliable man."

The moment Arthas made up his mind, Pluto, with swollen cheeks, woke up.

He covered his face, spoke in pain, and stared at Desuhil helplessly.

However, his black pupils were full of spirit, as if there were roaring waves in his eyes.

I just said two sentences before, it's just a little... Just slap me once, so many slaps, I can't even count them.

As long as you are alive, my faith will be unbreakable and He cannot shake me.

I just didn't expect that my ancestors would actually falsify history. I really can't accept it.

Dear Desuhil, I suspect you are taking revenge on me on purpose...If it weren't for you, my faith would have been shattered indeed.

Thanks for the slap, Desudhil.

I am the one who is suffering, but I want to apologize.

"Pluto, I hope you understand clearly."

"You are the one I rely on most, and nothing must happen to you."

"You are well, that is my greatest happiness."

Secretly rubbing her sore palms, Desuhil confirmed her husband's statement.

Next time this happens, be sure to cast a spell to protect your hands, then hit hard.

It really hurts. I've given so much for Brutus. He should be able to understand me.

These murals tell us certain truths, but they also hide something.

The approach Pluto and I take is the right one, and I am sure and even absolutely confident of it.

Pluto and I will completely resolve His plan, and then go home and have a good meal.

Your Highnesses, please don't panic. If we help boost others' morale and destroy our own prestige, won't that be a hindrance?

In the name of Stormsong, I, Desuhil, will never allow the three of us to become a burden.

"Well, we don't have time to waste."

Picking up the torch floating next to Morgana, Arthas turned to alert the Stormsong couple.

I don’t know if it hurts you or not, but I’m full of dog food.

Now that Lord Brutus has regained his moral integrity, it's almost time for us to rest.

"Remember, no matter what happens next, you must believe in your own will."

"Jaina, if the situation is not right, don't worry about me and 'figure it out' yourself."

After reminding his teammates one last time, when he said to find a way, Arthas couldn't help but emphasize his tone and moved away from Jaina who was clinging to his shoulder.

The responsibility of covering the whole thing is now left to you. If something goes wrong, open the door and run away immediately. Do you understand?

"Yes, I will."

Pretending to glare at Arthas with anger, Jaina stretched out her left hand and held Dessuhil's right hand.

I'll cover you, so nothing can happen to you... At worst, we can go out and travel for a few hundred years and come back.

"Don't ask, we're going to jump."

Seeing the Stormsong family holding each other's right hands because of her actions, Jaina blew out the flame of the torch.

Before the three of them could be at a loss as to what to do because they were suddenly plunged into darkness, Jaina pulled them and Arthas and jumped into the depths of darkness.

With Jaina's current strength, they were completely unable to resist without being prepared.

In the current situation, they don't want to resist. They believe that the actions of Arthas and Jaina must be a way to break the impasse.

They probably will never know that the idea of ​​jumping down was just a flash of inspiration in Arthas' mind.

Among the options that N'Zoth gave to Arthas, Arthas chose to continue moving forward while waiting for his teammates to recover.

The moment they jumped down, the stairs under their feet and the surrounding murals simultaneously turned into nothingness and merged into the darkness, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

"Supreme Holy Light! You are with us!"

Arthas turned into a golden sun, distributing light to his teammates around him and leading them into the seemingly endless darkness.

If you want to corrupt me, have you ever asked my "Holy Light"? I transformed the other N'Zoth into a Lightforged Sin'dorei.

Our five-man team is in good shape. Facing the darkness...darkness or something, we are the Dark Templar...Templar or something, we are the light, the light that brings light to the darkness...

"My friend, only Drais Stormsong of Azeroth can open this image."

In Olypos, while waiting for the arbitrator's decision with countless souls, Drais found a stone with blue wave patterns, exuding the scent of the sea.

"Dreth Stormsong, if you can read this message, it means your soul is saved and N'Zoth has failed."

"Who saved your soul and broke the curse?"

"Pluto? Or Desuhil? Or any other hero that passed by."

"I am Derek Stormsong, your brother."

"Welcome to the world of the dead, my brother."

"I think I've said too much. I'll get straight to the point."

"I'm mainly worried that you haven't finished reading my message yet... No, who else can open this video except you."

"After accepting the arbitrator's decision, you should be given a new job."

"If you hadn't done anything unnecessary, you would have come to us and reunited with us."

"By the way, remember to leave a copy of the video for our descendants."

"It was all Sniney's idea. She said that our Stormsong family..."

At this time, the light blue stone no longer shines, and without the power to support it, it turns into an ordinary stone.

Such stones can be found everywhere in Olympus.

"Hehe, Derek, I'll come find you."

"Fate is fickle. My original destiny was not to be here."

"Pluto, Desucil, Mogna, you can definitely break the curse with the help of the two princes. I believe you can do it."

As one of the countless souls, Drais held the stone, lost in memories of the past, and talked to himself.

"What should I say? I need to think about it carefully."

"Damn you, Drais, you're always like this, making me deal with this kind of trouble every day."

"You're gone like me before you're sixty. You're the representative of the Abyss School. I... I'm definitely not as good as you."

Before he finished speaking, the stone in Drais' left hand lit up blue again and he put it back to its original position.

“Storm. I thought I understood storms, but I was swallowed by them.”

“The ocean is inclusive, but I haven’t found the true path.”

"You two wait for me over there, here I come."

"Their souls don't have that kind of mark..."