The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Inside the Stormwind Palace, in the king's bedroom, the midday sun shines in, making the dimly lit room even brighter.

Here, the Storm King's master, Varian Wrynn, dressed in blue and white uniform, was assisting his queen in handling government affairs with a cart of pastries.

He held a plate of pastries of different colors, and from time to time he grabbed a pastry and put it next to the queen's lips, cooperating with the queen to feed her lunch.

Since Tiffin Aryan Onyxia...Katrana Prestor Wrynn returned to her loyal territory, the pressure on Varian has been greatly reduced and he has become a good husband and father.

At present, he seems to only need to do three things every day. This is a new routine that he has personally summarized after nearly three days.

The first thing is to wake up the queen early in the morning, exercise together, enjoy sweating, experience being covered in wounds, be forced to heal the wounds, and eat a loving breakfast with your lover.

He thought, he is a king and has so many wise and brave ministers and generals. Why should he practice basic kung fu so hard to improve his own strength?

It is very difficult to break through the legend. It is not something that can be achieved by fighting a few battles and getting beaten a few times to gain wonderful insights and easy enlightenment.

The second thing was to accompany the Queen in handling government affairs, discuss a series of issues such as the Western Wilderness and the Cursed Land with Tiffin, work out solutions, and have a sweet lunch.

He wanted to say, I am just an assistant minister, and there is a talent like the queen who has great vision and is good at governing the country, can you give me a chance.

I am very self-aware. I don't have the outstanding political mind like Tiffin, and it will take a lot of time for me to become an "ideal" king.

The third thing was to accompany the queen in ruling the country, summarize the various news brought by Mathias, Bolvar, Marcus and others, test his son's courses, and celebrate the family dinner.

He thought, I am a warrior, why should I learn magic? So far, I can only do one flash, I might as well learn holy light!

My son is only five years old. How could he have any talent for holy light? What he needs is to grow up healthily and learn slowly.

"Tiffin, Storm Kingdom has you again."

"Then, Stormwind City will surely prosper forever in your hands."

Emptying the plate, Varian squatted gently and placed the empty plate on the lower level of the cart.

He took out a small plate full of pastries from the middle layer, grabbed another fried milk, and continued to feed his queen.

During this feeding process that was forming muscle memory, Varian couldn't help but speak, praising Tiffin's achievements.

What he didn't understand was, was the original Countess Prestor such a big eater?

Black dragon? A new species of dragon? A superhuman?

She eats a little too much, Varian thinks... maybe this is...

"No, Varian."

After chewing a few bites and swallowing the dessert, Tiffin smiled at Varian.

"You are the king, you have to believe in your own abilities."

She closed the memorial that she had summarized yesterday in her hand and gently shook her index finger in the direction of the cart.

A piece of cheese flew out of the plate automatically, supported by arcane magic, and came to Varian for him to eat.

You've been with me for so long, I can't let you get too tired, I have to reward you a little.

This is just a preliminary test, just to help you gradually adapt to your new life.

Compared to your peers, you still need more growth to keep up with them.

"No no no, Tiffin."

Seeing that the queen had finished her government affairs, Varian took a step forward, grabbed the cheese, pushed it forward, and pushed it into its owner's mouth.

Dear Tiffin, I'm full and really can't eat any more.

For Anduin's sake, I must find a way to restore my role as husband.

This is not the way to expect your son or husband to be successful. It's too much pressure.

"You don't have to be so modest. Without you..."

"Your Majesty Varian, you are too modest."

"In my heart, you have always been my pillar."

Stepping behind Varian, Tiffin held down his king and carried him out the door, with the magic-controlled cart following closely behind.

For the future of our kingdom and for the sake of our family's life, you and Anduin must become strong.

Only when you are strong yourself, you don't need to rely on others.

As my man, you have really been slacking off in the four years I have been away.

"The problem we encountered yesterday has been temporarily resolved. Bolvar and his men are too slow in their actions."

"So, we still have a long day left today."

"My Lord, we should practice more in advance."

"During training, can you give me ten moves first?"

Varian, who seemed to be lying down, felt that his life was bleak, and turned to Tiffin to propose restrictions to the competition.

All kinds of magic tricks played tricks on me, and I was knocked down by a single blow... I felt very aggrieved, and my dignity as a man was gone.

He just hated that his main job was a warrior and his new part-time job was a mage apprentice. He had no ability to fight back against Tiffin.

Have times changed? Among his peers, except for Jia Liya, everyone he has seen so far is as strong as an ox... as strong as a dragon.

"Don't worry, Varian."

"This time I suppressed my strength to be the same as yours. I have learned to control my strength recently."

"Okay Tiffin, I get it."

Hearing this, Varian looked up at the sky, tears of "joy" flowing from his eyes.

To put it bluntly, you are still practicing, can you change to a sandbag?

I think Anduin... Bolvar... Mathias... No, I myself am the most suitable!

"Don't worry, dear Varian."

"I have really learned to control my strength. If it really doesn't work, I can still make you whole again."

Three colors of light flashed in her eyes, and Tiffin showed a mysterious smile. She carried the floating Varian and the cart to a training ground.

I miss you, thinking about you day and night, and finally I got what I wanted and completely possessed you.

You have changed so much, you don’t seem to be the you that I imagined. Have I influenced you?

I do this for your own good, Varian Wrynn, my one and only husband.

Anduin, who saw this scene through the crack of a room's door, couldn't help but give a thumbs up to his father and turned around to continue his homework.

As a mature boy, he was well aware of his mother's worries and decided to study the Way of Holy Light carefully to give his mother and father a big surprise.

But can Anduin Wrynn's idea really succeed?

"Casanatier, I didn't expect our operation to go so smoothly."

"However, these cursed knights don't seem to welcome us."

"Deseroc, you have strength."

"That's enough, my brothers. Let's take action together."

At Varimathras' command, the three Nathrezim worked together to detonate the fel energy.

Several fel forces exploded in the enemy's body, destroying the dark knights led by Eredin who were resisting stubbornly.

We are all subordinates of Lord Sargeras, yet you dare not cooperate with us. We will have to use a little more force.

"Devil, Apocalypse..."

"Rest in peace, Les Shall, the mortal who attempted to master the apocalypse."

Raising his hand to disperse the mortal souls, Casanatier came before the Apocalypse, but he did not possess it.

It is true that I was its former master, but it is better to leave the current situation to its future sword-bearer.

If he really wanted to take the sword, he would have to bear countless pressures and pave the way for his brothers.

In the worst case scenario, you will have to experience death all over again.

Even Mal'Ganis failed, and Tichondrius left a message asking us to act cautiously, so we must not take it lightly.

The extra Nathrezim was summoned by Varimathras and Detheroc in Karazhan.

Neither of them had expected that the former guardian, Medivh's Karazhan, and this group of thieves searching for artifacts would be so useless.

With a little inducement, they obtained the Revelation without any effort, and taught its guardians a trivial lesson in the process.

"Hahaha, we also got..."

"Mission accomplished, we shouldn't stay any longer."

Estimating the time, Casanatier made a silencing gesture to Diseloc.

"Hurry up, they noticed this place."

Sensing the dead approaching from afar, Varimathras raised his hand and cast a spell.

A green magic circle appeared under the feet of the three demons, and suddenly, the three Nathrezim left here with two artifacts.

"The smell of demons. It seems that the treasure trove that Eredin collected for his master has been invaded by them."

After the three demon kings left, Karazhan's steward, Moros, came here.

Sensing the scent of fel energy in Karazhan and summoning a demon, Moroes has been searching for them.

The master's territory must not be invaded by any enemy. This is his basic duty as a steward.

"But as long as you don't bother us and don't appear in front of me, then I have no reason to be your enemy."

"My master, your servant, Moros will always be waiting for your return in Karazhan..."

As Moros walked further away, his voice became quieter and quieter until it disappeared.

"Varimathras, Deserok, Kasanatir, you found me."

Within a broken ruin, the Deadwind Harvester extended an invitation to the three Nathrezim in front of him.

"Do you want to do something big? Who is willing to work with me..."

"Ulthalesh, stop your meaningless revenge and empty whispers."

Hearing the sickle's temptation in front of them, the three demons attacked at the same time and worked together to suppress their former brothers.

Formerly a Nathrezim and now an artifact, Ulthalesh has long sought revenge against Sargeras.

They sought him not to use him, but to borrow his power to create chaos and attract the attention of mortals.

"We thought we were the second team to complete the task, but we didn't expect that we would complete it so quickly."

Seeing the two divine weapons in the magic circle, Diseloc couldn't help laughing anymore.

Medivh isn't dead yet, but it's exciting to see how weak Karazhan's defenses are.

If it weren't for the fear that Medivh had a hidden plan in Karazhan, and the lack of information on this aspect.

He and Varimathras really wanted to use Karazhan as their base and summon the Burning Legion's army to descend here.

With a strong enough force and enough vitality harvested, summoning Archimonde is not a problem at all.

"Anetheron, Mal'Ganis, they must not have the Book of Medivh yet."

"Varimas, Kasanatil, the three of us working together is truly amazing."

"Hmph! Don't be too happy too soon, Deserok."

"There are still twelve days until the next gathering."

"We can definitely take this opportunity to look for a new Lich King."

Raising his hand to create a silent barrier, Varimathras snorted coldly at Diselok.

You are really too self-righteous. If there is a strong man near us, all our actions will fail.

Of the three of us, Casanatier and I are more reliable than you.

"Tichondrius asked us to find Apocalypse, and his main purpose is still to create chaos."

“You are correct, Varimathras.”

"Chaos is one of our strategic goals. We also need to help Ulthalesh find a suitable servant."

"Am I right, our brother, Ulthalesh?"

Making a scratch towards the barrier that sealed off Ulthalesh, Kasanatir looked towards it.

The Crown of Domination, Apocalypse and it can all be artifacts of death. With them, find two or three barely qualified minions.

Death and evil energy can attract the attention of mortals to the greatest extent and buy time for their other plans.

Once the mortals had surrounded the new king's undead army, as well as some of the demons that had joined them, and their brothers had gotten a little involved, their initial plan to create chaos would have succeeded.

If mortals cannot stop the new king, then it is possible to sweep across the country and become a source of troops.

“Hahahaha! You made the right choice.”

"Ulthales, sign the oath, you cannot interfere with our actions."

"At least until our plan is completed, you must cooperate with our arrangements."

Fearing that Ulthalesh might act on impulse, Kasanatir formed a contract and flew towards the sickle inside.

After all, what I think of is the ideal situation.

Ulthalesh, seeking revenge, is likely to be provoked by his enemies, or he may "inadvertently" sabotage everyone's plans on his own initiative.

"My fellow countrymen, I must remind you..."

"For the sake of the emperor's plan, put away your willfulness."

"We remind you one last time to sign the oath."

"The Burning Legion's invasion is unstoppable."

The three Nathrezim left three words and closed the barrier. Without giving Ulthalesh time to answer, they began to work together to cast a spell to collect the two artifacts.

Betray the Legion and we will spare your life.

If you want to destroy the emperor's plan, then we will have no choice but to let the emperor come and talk to you.

I hope you don't know what's good for you, Ulthalesh. You can't bear the punishment from the Emperor.

"Very good, our operation was completed smoothly."

"Deseroc, Casanatier, we are parting ways now."

"Disperse to various places and look for a suitable candidate for the new king."

"We'll see you all when we get together again in twelve days."

"See you there, my brother."

After saying "see you later", Varimathras came with the Crown of Domination, Detheroc came with Ulthalesh, and Kasanatir came with Apocalypse.

The three Nathrezim each chose a direction and teleported away to find a suitable chess piece.

When we get together again, we can decide on the candidates and implement the next plan.

At the same time, at Stormsong Manor, after a series of preparations, a grand lunch for eleven people finally began.

Sitting at the head of a large table were the Stormsong family of three.

There are four people on each side, they are a family of eight with three different surnames, Menethil, Proudmoore, and Ghostsong.

As for the other sea heroes? Their place of celebration is the newly renovated Storm Temple, and Stormsong Manor can't accommodate so many people.

In fact, the main problem was that Brutus and Dessuhil agreed that after they arrived, not only would the kitchen be unable to sustain itself, but it would also consume a lot of manpower and material resources.

I have to mention that Lord Stormsong's backup plan did involve a lot of people...

"Enough of talking, let's eat!"

As Morgana tapped the gong, a clanging sound rang out, and Pluto and Dessuhil shouted in unison.

“My favorite big cake, here I come!!”

With Christina jumping into the big cake, a battle for food began again.

I worked hard for this, so it should be okay to eat more, Christina thought as she stuffed her butter-covered hands into her mouth.

At the same time, Daelin, Catherine and others who saw this scene glanced at Arthas and Jaina.

In the end, it was the parents' fault for abandoning the baby to stay outside for three years... How many things did Jaina hide from us?

Huh? She didn't eat so much when she went home a month ago!

Is it necessary to hide from us for three years? No!

"Dalin, I think we should make a plan."

"It's time to take good care of Christina and teach her some proper etiquette."

"Katherine, I agree with you."