The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

As the midday sun gradually set, Tittank, carrying a bag of flour, and his wife Tus, found the wooden house they remembered.

Faced with this familiar wooden door, he did not knock on it immediately.

He was recalling, thinking, hesitating, and muttering to himself.

The couple had inquired about the Books family's experience on the way.

There were a few things about that "real" dream that were indeed correct, and I couldn't even refute them.

The people inside the door were his subjects. Books' wife Anne was ill and unable to work.

If he had not been imprisoned by the bell this time, transformed by light casting, and trained every day, "he" would have come here in the past two days anyway to collect "support supplies".

He has done countless things like this, the only difference is who does it, because the ultimate beneficiary has always been himself.

Pastor Enko and the people around him and even behind him are all his and her "dearest friends and relatives."

Cooperate with others to earn money, enrich everyone, abandon livestock, celebrate beauty, and denounce laziness.

What can he do when faced with this trend of the times?

Only by doing so can you have more financial resources and energy to fulfill your dreams and ambitions.

(I admire that my ambition can be corrected)

Become a sought-after lord and provide yourself and your wife with a wealthy life.

If you don’t do it, for various reasons, you won’t be able to enter the “adult” circle you are in.

Being a layman, you are as poor as some other people and have no aristocratic appearance.

War can give those who are not proficient in other fields the "opportunity" to use their own force and strategy, or other things, to make life better for both sides.

In the general system of the human kingdom of Azeroth, land, knowledge, and technology are often in the hands of the "superiors", and the class seems to be shaped to be unbreakable.

In the magical world, strength can change everything, but among millions of people, those with outstanding talents often sink into the world of mortals and cannot extricate themselves.

With lasting "peace", a "situation" in which the world stands firm, and a "grand occasion" in which everyone is equal, obtaining some things may become easier.

Like people carrying tanks, they are restricted by the limitations of their knowledge and thinking. They have actually noticed some things a long time ago, but they did not pay attention to them.

Sometimes no one is stupid, they just lack an opportunity to soar to the sky, have not met the common sense of a mentor, and have not encountered the tide of the times.

With a creaking sound, the door of the wooden house was pushed open by a boy of seven or eight years old.

He looked sharp and capable in his plain white linen clothes.

"Uncle, aunt, you are standing on... Baron..."

"Good boy, we are here to give you a present."

Titank took the fruit basket from Tus, squatted down and touched his head.

She placed the fruit basket in front of the boy and shook it gently, motioning him to pick one.

"My Lord Baron, my mother said that I..."

"Kid, call me Uncle Titank."

Seeing that he was trying to find an excuse to refuse, Ti Tank forced the fruit basket into the child's hands.

What a polite and sensible child, he deserves a reward.

"This is my wife, you can just call her Aunt Tus."

"Hi, I'm Toots Austin."

"Good boy, can you tell your auntie, what is your name?"

After raising her hand to put the flour carried by the tank aside, Tusi also squatted down and asked softly, looking at the somewhat frightened boy.

"I...I am..."

"Stephen, why are you... mentioning Tank Baron."

Holding a bowl of boiled dark brown medicine, Books found that his door was open and wanted to see who was visiting.

"My Lord Baron, please forgive Stephen's impoliteness."

Books quickly put the medicine on the wooden bench beside him and came to his son's side.

"Bux, it doesn't have to be like this."

Seeing that Books was about to pull Stephen to his knees and salute, misunderstanding that he was there to collect a debt, Titank and Tuss hurriedly supported him.

"We are here to help you, my subjects."

"The Holy Light guided me to heal your wife."

Faced with the father and son who looked nervous and fearful in their eyes, Ti Tank summoned the holy light and began to explain.

"My Lord Baron, Anne..."

"Bukes, you had that dream too, didn't you?"

I noticed that the middle-aged man in front of me looked shocked after hearing what I said.

If you mention Tank, you will understand that the dream is common, at least he and Books have experienced this situation.

"Sir, I..."

"Just call me by my name, my friend."

"Take us to her. Tooth and I will heal her."

"I swear in the name of Holy Light, we are really here to help you."

The holy light in his hand was shining brighter and brighter, as if telling Books that all this was true.

"My two lords, welcome to my home."

With a long breath, Books took a step back and bowed with courtesy to the guests.

"My wife, Anique, is there."

When everyone walked into the humble abode and closed the door, Books raised his finger and pointed at his bedridden wife.

"Whatever the outcome, Stephen and I will be grateful for your selfless help,"

"Boo...Bukes, is there anyone...anyone...coming to the house?"

"Dear Anique, I'm here."

Hearing his wife's call, Books strode to the bed, leaned over and held Aniko's outstretched hand tightly.

"Annique, may the holy light heal your pain."

Seeing this, Titank and Tusi raised their hands to summon holy light, slowly injecting it into the patient's body.

After three days of high-intensity training and several experiences of treating their comrades, the two of them had mastered the healing uses of Holy Light.

Coupled with the strong desire to save people in their hearts at this moment, the holy light released by the two became softer, and Aniko, who was lying on the bed, looked better.

Her sickly pale face gradually turned rosy, and under the healing of the holy light, her breathing became calm, she closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Beside Annie's bed, Books and Stephen, father and son, couldn't help but shed tears when they saw this.

"Thank you, thank you sir..."

"That's not necessary, Books. This is the guidance of the Holy Light."

He supported him again when he wanted to kneel down, and followed Books' gaze with the tank, pointing at the holy light that was still bright and emitting warm light.

As a believer in the Holy Light, he blamed all of this on the Holy Light.

Without that dream, he wouldn't have had any doubts and wouldn't have found this place with Tusi.

"I am sorry for the indiscretion, Baron Tittank, Lady Austin."

"Thank you, the Supreme Holy Light. Thank you for healing Aniko. Thank you."

This time, facing Books and Stephen's salute, Titank and Tuss did not stop them.

"Thank you, Uncle Timtank, and Aunt Tuss, I..."

"You're welcome, kid."

Taking an apple from the fruit basket in her hand, Tusi invited him to eat a sour and sweet apple.

"Stephen, this is what we should do."

"Bukes, your wife is healed."

Reaching out and pulling up his wife, Books prepared to leave, his knot in his heart had been untied by this rescue.

Well, it's time to take this opportunity to return to your own territory, deal with some trivial matters, and then return to the Knights Templar to report matters.

"Sir, please have a meal at my house before leaving!"

Seeing that his savior was about to leave, Books immediately stood up, quickly walked to his benefactor, and stretched out his hand to signal the two to wait.

"At least let me cook a good meal to thank you properly."

As he spoke, he cheerfully lifted up two stools, wanting the two to sit on them, while he went to prepare dinner.

"Bux, don't bother too much, we know your good intentions"

Seeing his master so enthusiastic, Titank refused and held Books.

"It's time for Tusi and I to go back. We have important things to do."

"Please understand our difficulties, my friend."

"No trouble, no trouble at all."

"Sir, this bag of noodles and fruit..."

"The Holy Light has seen your hard work, and He asked me to give this gift to your family."

"Since it is the guidance of the Holy Light, then you must..."

"Tusi, let's go, let's go home."

He reached out and pressed down Books' arm as he tried to stop him, picked up the tank and took Tuss with him, pushed open the door, and strode away.

"Goodbye, Uncle Titank and Aunt Tuss. I wish you a safe journey."

"Of course, Stephen, see you next time."

Hearing the little boy's voice, Titank and Tus turned around at the same time and waved goodbye to him.

“Stephen, remember what happened today.”

“If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay them.”

Looking at the couple's backs getting farther and farther away, and their shadows getting longer and longer under the sunlight, Books looked down at his son and warned him in his ear.

"At least repay them within your ability, got it?"

"Dad, I understand. I will remember this day."

After hearing his father's teachings, Stephen looked up at his father and nodded firmly.

"Anniko, Holy Light, and the Lord have not abandoned us after all..."

"What are you talking about, Dad?"

"Nothing, Stephen, let's go home."

"Let's make a nice meal and celebrate a beautiful day."

Wiping the tears from his eyes with the clothes in his hands, Books, with red eyes, pulled his son and gently closed the door.

"Okay, Dad, I'll help you."

"Well, with any luck, Annie should be awake by now."

So, the Bookers father and son began to get busy preparing a happy family dinner.

However, they did not notice that a mortgage agreement had been quietly placed under the fruit basket by Tusi who had left.

The family didn't discover the thing until Annie woke up, took out the fruit and put it back on the plate.

"Titank, can what the prince said really be realized?"

Tusi, who was walking on her way home, suddenly turned to look at her husband beside her.

Four days ago, she was a world-weary, curse-mongering cultist, but now she has become the object of her former scorn.

She benefited a lot from what happened today.

She had a lot of thoughts and thought about the first ideological education class she had taught two days ago.

"Tooth, we are already taking action, aren't we?"

In response to his wife's question, Ti Tank just smiled, hugged her, and asked back softly.

There are many things waiting for them, and even if the road is tortuous, he wants to give it a try.

The dreams from my youth reconnect with my current thoughts.

The road to atonement is right under your feet.

"Yeah, bring the tanks, we're already on the move."

"According to your Highness, we have taken the first step."

"Well, Toots, we need to keep going."

Witnessed by the gradually setting sun, the golden and red dawn light shone on the smiling faces of the Austins.

The warm and soft light of dusk made their shadows on the ground even larger, just covering the three hidden trackers.

At the same time, a wisp of purple-black shadow power hidden in Tusi's body was found and completely purified by the holy light power burning in her body.

After obtaining this piece of information, the evil god in the abyss became more determined to keep up with the times.

He has been paying attention to the information of the top 100 on the blacklist so as to collect the weaknesses of his enemies.

"Taylan, they actually don't have any problems."

After witnessing what his two comrades did, Oryx was dumbfounded and in disbelief.

My own ideas are too low, others are really not as bad as I think... No, it must be that I haven't studied thoroughly what my father gave me...

"Uncle, I'll go first."

Seeing his stunned brother, Tailan shook his head in his heart and said nothing.

My brother, you are too young and inexperienced.

Noticing Baron Rivendell behind him, he retreated five steps.

You take care of yourself, I'm leaving first.

I will never interfere in your family affairs.

"Oryx, you are so arrogant."

"All signs indicate that the problem is actually you."

Throwing the wild boar aside, Titus held his son down and spoke earnestly.

I thought you could make some discoveries, but it turns out that I am old and cannot judge people well, and my ability is limited.

Look at him, he has been a lord for less than a year, but he has more experience than you.

I'm just accompanying you for the sake of brotherhood.

Of course, I am of low status and have sent a written report so that someone can punish him for deserting his post.

"Father, I didn't ask you to..."

"My son, you are the leader, and you have abandoned your brothers and sisters."

"You have failed Prince Arthas's expectations and King Terenas's hopes."

Ignoring Oryx's shock, Titus laid out his faults one by one.

As an assistant commander and the actual leader of the Knights Templar, there are some responsibilities that I will not take on.

These are things you will go through in your life, overcome them.

Only then can you take over the important task from me and become a qualified and up-to-standard commander of the Knights.

"Orix, do you understand what you did wrong?"

"No, father, I don't understand at all."

Oryx looked confused at his father's blame-shifting.

I'm obviously doing my job well, so what am I doing wrong?

You can't wrongly accuse me! Can you tell me what's wrong with my approach?

"It's okay if you don't understand. Think about it more carefully. In a few years, you will understand."

"Not much to say, it's already this late."

"It's getting late, let's find a place and make a fire to barbecue."

Pointing at the darkening sky and the dead boar behind him, Titus found a place and lay down comfortably.

My son is grown up now, and he should learn to respect his elders.

I have given you the prey, and the rest of the work is up to you.

"My brother, Oryx Rivendell."

"Don't be in a daze, share it quickly, and we will have a night picnic together."

"Oh oh, here I come."

With Tailan's reminder, Oryx put aside his thoughts and started the dusk pig-killing operation with his brother.

Lighting a fire and boiling water, scalding the pig to remove the hair, chopping the pig and cutting the meat... During this series of processes, Oryx was thinking, thinking, and continuing to think.

He didn't stop thinking until he took a bite of the charcoal-grilled meat he had made himself.

"Hahaha, Oryx, you have good skills."

"Of course, this is our traditional skill in Rivendell."

"We in the Rivendell family don't have this kind of ancestral craft, but my son is a master of it."

"Ahem, Tailan, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Hey, just chatting, do you really need that?"