The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The sky gradually darkened and darkness began to take over the sky, revealing the spectacle of stars and double moons.

At the same time, Stormsong Manor became quiet and stopped today's sumptuous dinner.

"Burp... I'm so full."

Lying on the big plate, licking the cream at the corner of her mouth, Christina covered her round belly and rolled over.

There was nothing around her except a little bit of butter and bones.

During the six-hour buffet, she tried all kinds of desserts and finally got too full.

My mother finally did something serious and cooked a lot of delicious food for me, including my favorite meat.

"Don't...Mom, please don't bully me."

Seeing that her daughter was full, Jaina used the power of the water element in the air and rushed towards the squinting little fat pig with a slightly bulging belly.

This action frightened Christina so much that she suddenly jumped up and fell into the rushing water above her head.

Girl, how can you be so pretentious? You are the only one in the room who is so free and easy. Go to the dining table.

"Mmm... so comfortable."

After a motherly cleaning process to remove the stains on her body, Christina felt warm all over.

She stopped resisting, let go of her body, and floated into her mother's arms, allowing her mother to use the breeze to blow on her.

"Mom, I want to rest."

The magic massage was over. Christina opened her arms comfortably, changed her posture and closed her eyes.

“Ha… huh… huh…”

Under Jaina's comfort, Christina yawned, making a slight humming sound as soft as a mosquito.

"Mother, I entrust Christina to you."

"She finally fell asleep, remember not to wake her up."

Taking out a green anchor quilt, Jaina cast a spell to wrap her daughter up, letting her float in front of Catherine, where she was held steadily by her mother-in-law.

As for her daughter, Jaina felt that she was a real eater, not just an ordinary eater.

Such a small stomach can actually hold so many things.

As her mother, I feel inferior and envious, and I don't want to get fat.

"What spells did you learn, Jaina?"

"It's scary how much you can eat!"

Holding her granddaughter in her arms, Catherine walked up to Jaina and pretended to be surprised, trying to get some information out of her.

Last night's dinner might have been amazing, but over the course of today, the four of them had eaten a little too much.

Because when she checked the big eater's work results at noon, she was scared.

In front of her were several mountains of bread and more than a dozen barrels of cream of various flavors.

"Mother, it's very simple. I..."

"Oh, Catherine, is this what you are worried about?"

Noticing the situation here, Syndra came over with a smile, moved away from Jaina, and held down Catherine, who had blonde hair with a hint of white.

It’s best for me to explain this kind of thing. I’m afraid of asking you to explain it!

When we met yesterday, no one listened to your explanation without my involvement.

"Actually, this is a spell that stores power. The more you eat, the stronger the power you can release during battle."

She knew very well that her adopted sons and daughters did not want to be exposed now. As a parent, it would be a real headache if their children suddenly changed their race.

"Do you want to learn? I can teach you. It's a very simple magic."

Noticing the excitement in her in-laws' eyes, Sindra changed the subject and added a premise to the magic she had made up, giving them a shot of prevention.

"But, Catherine, you have to be prepared."

"Its principle is very simple, but it requires a lot of talent."

At this point, Sindra raised her hand and pointed at her adopted son who was sitting in the corner, picking up a face towel and wiping his mouth.

On the surface, you eat the least and are the most normal, so don't blame me for using you as an example to prove magic.

"Look at him, Arthas."

"He learned this spell, but because of his ordinary talent, he only has a partial understanding of it, and his understanding is neither high nor low."

Hearing someone calling his name, Arthas turned to look at the source, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

I knew I would run into this problem, so I've been openly controlling my food intake.

Compared with most people, I am just a little more capable, and it is a process of gradually becoming stronger.

Although I am a dragon, I am first and foremost a human being. I shouldn't be that tolerant. I am completely different from their disgraceful appearance.

Since I became a dragon, I have never been hungry. Just eating the same standard amount of food as before, plus the snacks that Jaina and I secretly eat, is enough for me to consume in a day.

"If he wasn't gifted and able to draw inferences from other things, he wouldn't have been able to learn to create his own method."

"Sindra, you mean."

"The tremendous strength of Arthas, is it something he learned from...his own research?"

Catherine found it a little hard to believe that her paladin son-in-law knew magic and could put it into practice.

If Arthas really had a talent for magic, Terenas would have sent his son to Dalaran to study magic long ago.

If all else fails, he could make a mage a secondary job, but in the past five years, no one has seen him use arcane magic other than holy light.

According to the latest news received, his strength is neither higher nor lower than that of a high-level Paladin.

It was not until four days ago that he suddenly became enlightened and his strength increased greatly, sometimes even comparable to that of a legend.

"um, yes."

"Katherine, as a parent or mentor."

"We all need to use appropriate methods to stimulate the potential of children."

In response to this question, Syndra nodded, completely blocking Jaina's view, and waved her hand, sending her to help Arthas clean up the dishes.

The waiters have gone to rest, you have to take care of the situation and not enjoy yourself too much.

At the dining table, Arthas saw Jaina and handed her a one-meter-high plate.

Being able to eat is a curse. Now it's your turn to pay the price. Please do a little and lighten the burden on my shoulders.

“Everyone has a chance to soar, they just need the right approach.”

"It's my fault. I'm too conservative and look at people with an old-fashioned perspective."

"Sindra, thank you."

Glancing at the diligent Arthas, Catherine generously admitted her mistake.

With such diligence, coupled with your recent performance, you are completely different from what you were before.

However, as long as you don't make any mistakes with your lower body, you are my good son-in-law and a good boy.

"It turns out that he has such an outstanding magical talent. I underestimated him."

Hearing someone praising him again, Arthas' ears twitched and he laughed to ease the sudden chill in his body.

He found a basin and stacked the plates and knives and forks washed by Jaina in order and arranged them neatly.

He thought that this was the bad thing about Western aristocrats: they didn't have chopsticks, but used plates to eat, and he missed bowls and chopsticks.

"So, Catherine, are you interested in learning?"

Looking at her granddaughter who was sleeping soundly, Sindra stretched out her right hand and invited Catherine again.

"Of course, Sindra, I couldn't ask for more."

Handing her granddaughter to Dailin, Catherine shook the hand of friendship and immediately agreed.

"This method requires three years of accumulation. Once you have an epiphany, you will be able to master it."

Smiling at the same time as her close friend, Syndra dropped a bombshell.

She smoothed over everything, and like Catherine, she could talk about it without blushing or getting nervous.

It’s true, if we are not from the same family, we will not be the same door, and there will be no “me”.

"So that's how it is. It's getting dark. Let's go back and rest."

Seeing that she had obtained the "real" news, Catherine took over Syndra's special method, pointed to the sky infected by darkness, and made a proposal.

While I know there is some truth in what you say, I don't remember having such a spell in Dalaran.

As expected of friends of Archmage Crassus, you are all a little mysterious.

Maybe you are like him, a witch who has lived for who knows how many years.

Demigod, except for the former guardian, I have never heard of anyone among humans and high elves who has such strength.

The traceable history has already pointed out the answer for us. It is my honor to be your in-law.

"Okay, Catherine, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Sindra."

Having said that, the two turned and left, heading for the room arranged by Mogna.

At this time, Christina, who was hiding in the quilt, quietly opened her eyes a little and glanced at her hardworking parents.

How did He lose to you? Why did He divert His attention to me? Damn it!

How did I offend Him to be so petty? I look down on you!

Even in my dreams I can feel His frustration. Can't let the baby sleep well?

"Thank you, Tanred."

"Without you, I would have been exhausted today."

After finishing today's work, Mogna panted, leaned against the wall, and thanked Tanred behind him.

Although Arthas and Jaina helped with the plates, they were not responsible for carrying them and went into the room to rest early.

Therefore, in order to give the chefs some time to rest and have enough energy to prepare for the next few days of work.

In order to make up for his drunken gaffe and boasting, Mogena finally finished moving the plates and got a rare break.

"You're welcome, Mogna."

"We are all brothers. This is just a small favor."

Wiping the sweat from his head, Tanred leaned against the wall and waved his hand gently.

If my father hadn't seen that I had nothing to do, I wouldn't have bothered to help you.

The place where I was hit in the morning still hurts despite the treatment given by Sister Vasya.

The bond between brothers cannot be abandoned. When I see you, I will definitely help you.

"Did you read the spell Aunt Catherine just gave you, Tanred?"

As his breathing gradually calmed down, Mogna asked Tanred a question.

After experiencing this bizarre experience, he felt that there were many wonders in the world.

It takes a long time, and it depends on one's understanding and talent. Anyway, he couldn't understand it and didn't understand it at all.

Since the Paladin can understand it, maybe we can get some ideas by looking for a good brother who has the same talent, or even has both.

"My good brother, Morgana Stormsong."

"Take a good look at me and recall our past."

"If I tell you that I really don't understand anything, would you believe me?"

Hearing his friend's question, Tanred shrugged and pointed to his head and heart.

I've seen it, and I still don't understand it, believe it or not.

I didn't inherit any of my mother and father's magical talent. I only started accepting instruction from my stepmother and step-sister yesterday.

I have always believed that it’s not that I am incapable, but that there is a lack of people who can discover my talents.

They are my mentors and friends, and perhaps they can help me discover my magical talent that has been hidden for many years.

Just a little guidance today and I feel like I’m getting a little bit stronger.

"Of course I believe it, but we are..."

"Sorry, I'm not familiar with you."

Tanred interrupted Mogna's words and ruthlessly shook his hands at him.

I don’t know you, I don’t have a friend like you, and you and I are not the same kind of people.

"Okay, I was wrong, please forgive me."

Seeing his good brother behave like this, Mogena immediately apologized.

We are all good brothers who share weal and woe, so how can we dislike each other?

"Very well, I will forgive you once more."

"Go back and rest, we still have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Of course, without enough sleep, how can you have the energy to work?"

After waving goodbye to each other, the two walked towards their rooms.

However, what the two did not know was that tomorrow would indeed be busy, but it did not seem as busy as today.

They found that none of the people who came because of the great changes in Storm Temple could eat a child.

However, as the number of people has increased, the pressure on communication and service has naturally increased.

"Jaina, it's our turn to go."

Seeing the night view outside the window, Arthas pointed his finger at Jaina beside him.

She was trying to figure out how to open the book in her hand, a book that couldn't be opened by brute force and was too brain-intensive.

After eating and drinking, there is such a beautiful scenery outside and the night is dark.

Why don't we go out and have some fun together to digest the delicious food? It's not good to stay in the room all the time.

Even if you have a physique that doesn't gain weight, we still have to work harder.

Only one day has passed and the plan is still not completed. Our progress is still too slow.

"Okay, let's go now."

Raising her hand, she created two unconscious afterimages and threw them onto the bed. Then Jaina extinguished the candle, put away the book, and teleported away with Arthas.

Was she dealing with the terrifying notes in her hands or was she too tired? She urgently needed fresh air to relieve the pain in her brain.

Under a snowy mountain, a man and a woman appeared out of nowhere. The arcane aura they brought overwhelmed many flowers and plants.

"Arthas, are we really going to climb up?"

Looking at the towering mountains in front of her, Jaina turned to look at the prince beside her.

Can you really climb up there in one night? Your head and feet will get sore from walking so much, so it's better to summon a mount.

"I don't think so. Do you have any…"

"Stop talking, Jaina, and get on the bike."

"Arthas, are you sure you want to do this?"

A big bear suddenly appeared beside her. Jaina covered her eyes, unable to bear to look at it.

I'm used to seeing rune war bears, but I'm really not used to a war bear in gold, white and green.

"We are druids now, can you please come up quickly?"

Arthas, who was not sure what he looked like, raised his bear head and urged to speak.

Isn’t it just a little whiter, with a golden crystal on top, and some green leaves as a backdrop?

As for all these big and small weird things...this is my authentic bear transformation technique, so don't be too envious.

"If this kind of good thing doesn't come, there won't be a next time."

Finally, the Bear Druid reminded Jaina and pretended to gather strength, ready to move his limbs and run towards the top of the mountain at any time.

You really disappoint me. If you don't come up, I will have to ride you away.

You are a dragon druid, which means...

"Okay, as long as you like it."

A green light flashed by, and Jaina finished changing her clothes. She turned over and rode on the Bear Druid in a Kul Tiras green navy uniform.

I'll play a game of makeup with you. I hope your body can hold up.

"Okay, let's go."

After receiving the order and accepting the "wild" will in his heart, the bear druid version of Arthas stomped the ground and ran to the top of the mountain.

Under the moonlight of the two moons in the sky, a female soldier rode a bear and enjoyed the unique night scenery in the mountains along the way.

Occasionally, the big bear's roar would scare the creatures around it and deter them from approaching.

As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is strong, bears appear.