The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The tiled roof was spewing out a continuous stream of white smoke from the chimney, and the seemingly endless hot smoke was discharged into the air and mixed together.

Looking down through the chimney and through the layers of smoke, there were several people wearing different ordinary clothes sitting around a large table.

The warm light from the large fire pit next to the table dispelled the cold that tried to approach them, and the cold air coming through the walls was assimilated by the heater in a moment, warming the house, its owner and guests.

"My friend, what do you want to do with us?"

The man sitting opposite Alexandros was very puzzled and slammed the empty birch cup in his hand heavily on the table.

It's a rare occasion for us to get together for dinner so late in the evening. Why don't we go back to our homes and have a good rest? Why do you insist on calling us back to the table?

"The order we received from the king is for us to patrol various places and search for possible hidden demons."

"If we hadn't happened to pass by your territory in East Wilder this afternoon, we wouldn't have come here as guests."

"Oh, my brother, do not be anxious."

Old Mograine, sitting at the main seat, waved to the man opposite him, then took an exquisite wooden box from his wife Elena and pushed it to the center of the table.

"Mograine, we have to ..."

"Esenlyn, I just thought of it today when I got home."

He tapped the table gently, signaling Ethanlian to stop, and Alexandros turned to explain to him.

Yes, when Alexandros was preparing to entertain guests at home, he remembered that there was an incredibly powerful treasure stored in his home.

In Blackrock Spire, his right hand was twisted by it, and he always remembered its horror.

"Alexandros, what you are talking about is..."

"Yes, Alfred, it's just what you thought."

Clapping his hands, Alexandros applauded his old friend, Alfred, who still remembered it.

"It has been ten years since we defeated the orcs, and I have kept it."

"The shock it gave me, the memory and pain have been lingering in my heart for a long time."

"Brother, it's so dark, why do you keep it?"

"That Shadow Crystal, I thought you had destroyed it, but you still kept it."

Confirming that Alexandros was not lying, Alfred stood up and slammed his palm on the table with a loud bang.

Fortunately, he did not lose his temper and controlled his strength in time, so he did not destroy other people's dining tables.

He stood in awe of the orb, which was the Shadow, the mortal enemy of the Light.

The two wars with the orcs, and the undead and demons not long ago, some of them have the magic of shadow.

"I agree with Alfred, Alexandros, we'd better destroy it."

"It's best for us to clean them up at the source before the worst happens."

After hearing this, Fairbanks, who was stroking Darien's head, stood up and let Darien go to play with Renault.

He held the corner of the table with one hand and patted in the direction of his good brother, Alexandros Mograine.

Without sufficient reasons, he would not agree. The power of darkness was too tempting. Even the former guardian Medivh betrayed humans and brought in orcs to invade the human kingdom.

"My thoughts are the same as theirs. Evil things deserve to be purified by holy light. This is the greatest mercy we can show them."

"Alexandros, sometimes we must deal with disaster before it strikes, just like His Highness Arthas did."

Seeing the example set by his two brothers, Isilien joined them without hesitation.

Evil heretics are all enemies of the Holy Light. Some of their doctrines are lessons learned from blood and reminders from our ancestors.

I've missed so much with you guys in recent days, it would have been nice if we could have been a part of that battle as well.

Unfortunately, there is no if. Princess Arthas and Princess Jaina had no time to look for us. They brought their elite troops and wiped out the evil in Northrend in one wave.

"Darkness is not evil, Alfred, Fairbanks, Iselien, please calm down."

The man sitting on the left side of the table stroked his beard and whispered his thoughts to the participants.

"The master who uses it decides whether the power is good or evil. We cannot..."

"Now is not the time for your theories, Tirion."

"The shadow will distort our will. We can't gamble, and it's best not to touch it at all."

Upon hearing his brother's wonderful idea, the man drinking beer opposite Alexandros wiped the corner of his mouth with his wristband and reminded him in a deep voice.

"Think about the news that was blocked by those mages. Did they really think that we would not know about her and her followers?"

"We are the chosen people of Holy Light. We were always connected before they lost contact."

"My brother, Saidan Dathrohan."

"The Holy Light will last forever, and the shadows will not be able to shake our will."

Shaking his head at his brother who reminded him, Tirion still stuck to his own ideas.

These recent events have further strengthened his belief.

Even the undead can accept the Holy Light. The fact that the Nerubian Spiders spontaneously awakened the Holy Light to fight against evil is the best proof of this.

"Tirion Fordring, our resolve may not be shaken, but some cannot."

"Before this, she was a devout believer in the Holy Light like us, but she couldn't bear it."

“She went looking for a way for the Light and Shadow to coexist… but she failed.”

"It turns out that the path of shadow is a taboo to the Holy Light. The death of Natalie Selin is the best proof of this."

Thanking Renault for pouring the wine for him, Saidan shook the glass in his hand that was filled with beer again, and continued to say four sentences to retort Tirion.

He has been happy since Tirion came back but still disagrees with some of Tirion's ideas.

With the vivid example of Arthas on Icecrown, he understood that everyone's path to the Holy Light was a little different.

However, when he thought of Natalie, Saidan's heart was filled with anger and his mind was filled with regret. He regretted not stopping her and everyone letting her go.

If the weapon had been destroyed when she first learned of the situation instead of allowing her to pursue her own path, some sacrifices should not have happened.

"You cannot ignore the ghost of that weapon, Saidan."

"According to the clues Natalie left and Tiffin's oral statement, it was mainly because of this, not her own will."

Raising his hand to politely refuse Sally's offer of wine, Tirion clasped his hands together, making a crackling sound, to stretch his muscles. He had eaten a little too much this afternoon.

Queen Tifen of Stormwind is now a... There are some things that they don't understand, she told them part of it, and Tirion also understood a lot from it.

In addition to orcs, undead, and demons, there are also many evil enemies deep in Azeroth who are eyeing them covetously.

"That weapon is an evil being that we have all ignored before."

"Moreover, the existence of users of shadows and fel energy in our Eastern Kingdom is also a proof that some of them are fighting to defeat evil."

"Fighting to defeat evil? I've seen some of them myself."

Saidan sneered at Tirion's words, thinking back to the evil he had once executed.

Many of those who use that kind of energy are not innocent. They are addicted to power and are murderous.

There is no humanity at all, they just want to satisfy their own desires.

"They do not abide by the law, use their power to do whatever they want, and even sacrifice living people to evil gods."

"I think they should just ..."

"My brother, we can't accuse them for no reason and kill them all with one blow."

At this moment, Tirion quickly interrupted Saidan's radical speech.

At the same time, he was silently worried about Saidan.

According to what you said, many loyal and righteous people should commit suicide to serve as a warning to others.

Hmm... Could it be that you want to learn... This is not popular to learn, not at all... If something goes wrong, can we cover it?

I think we should wait for them to come back and ask for clear methods before trying to do evil. We can't be too radical. We are not skilled in technology and need to continue learning.

"Tirion, I never said such a thing. I..."

"That's enough! Brothers, I didn't call you here to discuss these things."

Alexandros realized what he wanted to say, because Tirion and Saidan's quarrel was getting more and more out of line, and he slammed the table to stop them from arguing any further.

If King Terenas orders me to do so, I do not wish to join you. I would rather lead the army alone.

You, the first generation of paladins, will lead us in teams of two, patrolling separately within the territory of Lordaeron and acting as a group.

I really don't know what the prince is afraid of with just a small possession ability... Let me think about it, according to what the prince said, I might not be able to withstand a demigod-level existence... I should be able to defeat the legendary demon...

"Let's get straight to the point, it's a powerful Shadow Crystal."

"It was the trophy I got from an orc warlock when I defeated him in Blackrock Spire."

Suppressing the unconfident thoughts in his mind, Alexandros used holy light, transformed it into a palm, and directly opened the wooden box in the middle of the dining table, removing the arcane seal on it.

A core of the Dark Naaru - the Rizeb Crystal, broke through the seal and rose from the box emitting a strong shadow force.

"Mograine, what on earth do you want to do!"

At this moment, Alfred, Fairbanks and Isilien shouted in unison and raised their hands to summon the power of holy light in their bodies.

The three of them, together with Tirion, Saidan and Alexandros, used holy light to form a golden barrier to cover it and prevent its dark aura from spreading outward.

"Alexandros Mograine, you better give us an explanation."

"I have the explanation you want."

"Take a good look, brothers."

In response to his brothers' request, Alexandros took off the gauntlet and glove on his right hand, revealing his right hand that was corroded by the power of shadow.

On the surface of a normal person's palm, short purple-black whiskers appeared, and there was a faintly flickering single eye inside.

Fortunately, with the suppression of the power of Holy Light in his body, the shadow eye and short beard in old Mograine's hand have been suppressed by the Holy Light and unable to grow normally.

Seeing this scene of their friend (father, adoptive father)'s right hand, everyone except Elena widened their eyes with different expressions.

"Mother, father, he..."

"Reno, please don't blame your father sometimes."

"He's been under too much pressure, and there are some things he just hasn't told you."

Looking at her son who couldn't believe it, Elena sighed, took Renault's hands, raised her hands to hold his face, and gently comforted him.

"He has always loved us, and you are the eldest son of our family."

"He has always wanted you to take over his burden, so he is so strict with you."