The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Okay, let's go in."

With a "ya", Arthur pushed open the door, and with two oil lamps and two balls of golden light, he led five people into the Waycrest Residence.

With this series of preparations, the originally dark wooden house began to glow, but darkness still occupied a part of it.

Boom! A ball of fire was thrown into the fire pit, and then the flames ignited the surrounding torches.

After this, the wooden house was finally filled with light, illuminating all around, making it particularly special compared to its surroundings.

On a dark, snowy night, it stands there full of light, bringing light to the darkness outside and warmth inside the house.

Likewise, the five defenders outside the house, with the light, guard around Waycrest's former residence and patrol constantly.

Two of the members, under the guidance of the three elderly people, gradually became familiar with the task and conscientiously performed their new duties.

In the place of light in the darkness, there will always be some races with hearts towards light that come here, disturb this place, and even dare to destroy the house of light.

Therefore, with good security measures, people in the house can move around with peace of mind without being disturbed by external things.

"You did a great job, kids."

"Let me clear the way now, and I will take you to Golwa."

At this point, Arthur walked over to a bookshelf, flicked a torch next to it, and pushed a heavy wooden model of a book inside.

I haven't been here for more than ten years. Fortunately, the mechanism is still useful and I don't have to exert too much effort.

The wisdom of the ancients and the mechanisms they created are still useful to us in this poor place.

I still have a lot to learn, and I hope there aren't any big problems.

"Come with me. There are some mechanisms hidden inside. We'd better avoid triggering them."

Looking at the originally dark and gloomy cave being illuminated by the flames thrown by Jaina, Arthur put the torch he had just broken off back to its original place and led the way deeper.

Some young people think more than the older generation. I am still playing with fire, but they are already throwing fire.

Although the different approaches are no different in terms of results, I always feel envious from time to time.

Following a circle of fire, six people formed a team and walked in the dark underground passage, the ruins of Golwa.

"Don't be afraid, Lucia, the light is with us."

"Yes, father, I am not afraid."

"That's good. There shouldn't be much danger in here."

"There may still be some ghosts inside, but without the Drust's evil death sorcery to interfere, they are still sleeping."

After hearing Arthur's words, Arthas, who had originally planned to try to draw his sword and absorb souls, silently raised the shield and guarded the team with Everly.

The mechanisms and ghosts might be hiding even more things, even more troublesome existences. The two shield guards who have different ideas must be on guard.

There are similarities and differences between being afraid of enemies that are known in the open and being afraid of enemies that are lurking in the dark.

What the left shield guard Arthas was afraid of was that, given the example of the Old Gods' seal in Stormsong Valley, he was afraid of provoking enemies from the Shadow Realm if he came to Drustvar, or that the Old Gods might have a stake in it.

Right Shield Guard Everly fears cavemen, Drust ghosts, the resurrected dead, and unknown dark magic and death sorcery.

"It's still a long way to reach the depths, so let me tell you about the history of the past."

Hearing this, Meredith and Lucia poked their heads out, paying attention to their surroundings while beginning to listen carefully.

Unlike the mother and daughter, Jaina quietly took out eight bright golden crystals from the ring.

She threw them around and began following everyone, recording in real time.

When she encountered a problem that was difficult to deal with, she would watch the video again and again, check for any deficiencies and fill in the gaps, so as not to be deceived by the enemy.

"Two thousand seven hundred and twenty years ago, our ancestors, pioneers from Gilneas, came to this land."

"Kul Tiras was not called that name at that time, and they were full of enthusiasm and continued to explore this vast island."

"In order to live a better life, they gradually transformed it into their homeland and developed..."

Through Arthur Waycrest's passionate narration, the bitter truth of past history and the hard struggles of their ancestors seemed to be revealed one by one in everyone's mind.

After the Troll War, the Drust, an indigenous tribe that had occupied this land for who knows how many years, launched an unreasonable and indiscriminate attack on innocent human pioneers.

Many humans tried to coexist peacefully with them, but the Drust disagreed, as did most of the public.

Led by Gorak Tul, they waged a brutal war against humans and attacked human camps many times.

They slaughtered countless unarmed ordinary people, burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of atrocities.

They oppress ordinary people and turn them into slaves without any personal dignity.

Endless hatred lingered between most of the people of the two ethnic groups, and it was impossible to reconcile, and the fighting became more and more intense.

They used human bones to practice ruthless and cruel death sorcery (magic), and even conducted experiments on living people on a large scale.

Because of their overly powerful death magic and physiques far superior to those of humans, the ancestors of Kul Tiras were constantly repelled and killed by them.

During the years of war between the two races, the situation seemed to be one-sided, with the Drust always having the upper hand and suppressing humans.

However, after the enthusiastic ancestors of Kul Tiras carefully studied Drust's witchcraft, they soon came up with a way to restrain Drust's death magic.

The ancestors fought back in self-defense, using silver weapons and the pure power of flame and light to fight against the terrible witchcraft of the Drust, with remarkable results.

On that day, the first Order of Embers was established here under the watchful eyes of countless people who were eagerly looking forward to peace and victory.

The "witches" who defected to Drust, the betrayers of the ancestors, the slaves of Drust, and their masters trembled in front of the Order of Embers.

By finding this method to restrain the enemy, the situation for Drust was completely reversed and humans began to counterattack.

Faced with the new methods mastered by the ancestors, the Drust tribe and the traitor "witches" were caught off guard and were gradually eliminated by them.

With the desperate efforts of the ancestors, they finally destroyed the Drust, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless human compatriots, in Gor Osig.

Ultimately, under the leadership of Arom Waycrest and with the help of many selfless allies, the First Men of Kul Tiras emerged victorious.

They worked together to defeat the Drust led by Gorak Tul and defend their land.

In recognition of the victory over the Drust by the people led by Arom Waycrest, Waycrest became a lord family, passed down from generation to generation in Drustvar.

In order to commemorate Lord Arom's contribution, the name of Arom's Stand was born. His achievements will never be forgotten by the people of Drustvar.

With the demise of the Drust who followed Gorak Tul's rule, Drustvar has changed, and the lush land has changed.

From today's perspective, the Waycrest family has inherited the most dangerous and desolate land in Kul Tiras.

Having completed their mission, the Order of Embers was gloriously preserved, but not for long.

The Order of Embers was disbanded under the leadership of Lord Waycrest.

They merged with the army of Drustvar, returned to the people, and became legends.

However, even though the Order of Embers was disbanded, the knowledge of resisting death sorcery was preserved by our ancestors and stored in Golva.

All these preparations are to prevent the Drust from making a comeback and to prevent Drustvar from falling into the hands of evil people and destroying it. The targeted knowledge here has been well preserved by our ancestors.

Of course, the above is only a positive statement from one side, and Alsace has a different view on this.

When it comes down to it, we are all invaders, and our ancestors are all one family.

From this perspective, we are all similar to the orcs, and wherever we go, the land is barren.

Is there a difference? Not inside, but on the surface.

The butt determines the head, this sentence applies everywhere.

There are always only heroes from your own family, no other people’s “heroes”.

"Witches", how many innocent people have died wrongfully?

The demise of a thing must be due to many factors, which is why it is abandoned by people.

If we examine it in detail, will there be many problems? Yes, but we should keep the good ones and change the bad ones.

If we can’t even do this, how can we learn from history?

It is too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost. It requires tremendous strength and wisdom to fill the gap.

Touching the holy contract on his waist, Arthas ended his thoughts and continued to move forward with the team.

"The above is the historical legend of our Drustvar, the truth about the rest of the Order of Embers."

"Is there anything you don't understand? I'd be happy to talk to you in detail."

At this moment, Arthur finished narrating the origin of the Order of Embers and turned to look at the five listeners behind him.

He saw five people observing their surroundings carefully, and he was very satisfied with their cautious actions.

He had originally thought that there was danger inside Golwa, but even when they were almost at their destination, the statues around them still did not move.

He felt that his worries were unnecessary, as Drust's witchcraft had not revived, at least not yet.

"Father, why did you bring us here?"

"I still don't quite understand the key point. Could it be that Drust and the witch have revived?"

"Could it be that their death sorcery and the necromancy of the Undead Scourge have something in common?"

With this opportunity, Lucia immediately asked her father three questions.

She has been staying in Drustvar these days and has not received enough relevant information.

She encountered these problems, didn't know much, and was very distressed.

It was a rare opportunity to ask her knowledgeable father about this matter, and she was a little impatient.

"First of all, it's the same as before."

"As Waycrest's heir, you must remember it."

Arthur took three steps back, held Lucia's shoulders, brought his daughter forward and continued to lead the way.

"Our former enemies have long since vanished into history. Death magic and necromancy do have something in common."

"The cycle between life and death, these two spells can interfere with it."

"In the images of demons and undead that Your Highnesses showed us, the manifestations of the two spells are very similar."

"The ocean and holy light we believe in have many faces, and the same is true for the magic of death."

"The only thing I can be sure of is that these two spells must have originated from death."

With the help of his daughter's question, Arthur slowly expressed his own insights after watching the film.

"Dai Lin has admitted how strong the enemy is. Facing such an enemy, I may be sacrificed at any time."

"Arthur, you can't think like that, we..."

"Meredith, since we enjoy such convenient rights, we must naturally assume corresponding obligations."

Pulling his wife, who had come running up behind him, into his arms, Arthur held the mother and daughter together, talking as they walked, and warning them at the same time.

"You don't know, Arthur, some people ..."

"Time and facts will tell, Meredith."

"We just need to do our own thing and wait for their interests to be damaged."

"You will naturally think of our reminder. You must remember that except for the party directly under us, their subordinates are not under our full management."

Hearing Arthur say this, Arthas couldn't help but think about the future of Battle for Azeroth.

Lord Waycrest could never have imagined that time and facts would prove everything, but various problems led to a bad result.

It is very different from what he thinks now.

"In war, we are no different from ordinary people."

"We were just lucky in the past. The threats in the past twenty years have never caused a war in Kul Tiras."

"However, what I said may only be the worst case scenario. You don't have to worry too much."

Holding his worried wife and daughter with one hand, Arthur did not forget to comfort them while speaking.

"I brought you along for the sake of inheritance and to contribute to the alliance."

Having said that, Arthur glanced at Arthas, then turned back to continue talking to his wife and daughter.

Everly, who was guarding at the side, finally understood how much trust Arthur had placed in him.

With me included in this, and with what I've heard now, I've become a true part of Waycrest.

"I know that the barrenness of Drustvar is a curse, but I haven't found a way to break it."

"So, the more people know about it, the more insurance we have."

"Even if we die in the war, these things will be preserved."

"After all these years, I have confirmed one thing: the situation in Drustvar is man-made, not a natural disaster."

At this moment, the six people came to a "gate" made of large stones.

Behind it is a secret room, also made up of countless stones.

However, it has no roof and is a hollow template.

At this moment, balls of fire were controlled by Jaina, flying above the secret room and lighting the torches around the room.

The dark chamber was filled with firelight, illuminating the environment.

“History and knowledge must be passed on.”

"We cannot wait until a crisis breaks out in the future, when I die unexpectedly, for future generations to experience the suffering and pain of our ancestors again."

Leaving his wife and daughter who were lost in thought, Lord Arthur ended the conversation and walked towards the door.

He stepped on a big rock and it sank all of a sudden, making a crackling sound.

At the same time, the big stone door in front of everyone was pulled by some force, and the big stones left the door and scattered to the side.

"For many years, there are usually no more than three people coming here."

"No need to say more. The tome of the Order of Embers is inside."

"Come with me, let us witness this moment together."

As Arthur walked towards the secret room, the other three members of the Waycrest family also walked in one after another.

As for the other two, Arthas was carried in by Jaina using magic.

He had been staring back, waiting for the Stonebound Guards to arrive, holding the shield and dagger in his hands for too long.

Since he seemed unable to understand, Jaina had to lend a hand and kindly led him into the secret room.

Were you infected by Uncle Pluto and Aunt Dessuhil? This is really confusing.

We have been very careful along the way and have not encountered any danger. What are you worried about? Just follow me!

Sometimes people just think too much, just like you, wasting time. Isn't it good to explore safely? It smells so good. I want to eat meat...

Arthas: It doesn't make sense. There can't be no danger at all... It seems I'm overthinking. It's already thirteen years away from the original future.

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