The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"As expected of my son, you have grown a lot during this time."

After finishing the evening practice with Rocklo, Lord Ashvane walked him back to his room to make sure that his skills were not inferior.

"Yes, father, I..."

"Well, Rocklo, you need to get some rest tonight."

"I just received a letter from your Uncle Pluto and need to go back to my room to discuss it with your mother."

With an impatient wave of his hand, Vix Ashvane strode away, leaving only his voice admonishing his son.

During the training, a carrier gull suddenly flew over, and he had to quickly end the competition with his son.

Watching his father's strong back disappear in the aisle, Rocklo raised his hand to stroke his golden hair, untied the knot, and let his hip-length golden hair fall like a waterfall.

He reached out to close the door, untied a white jade anchor pendant from around his neck, and placed it on the table.

He pulled open his sweat-soaked coat and threw it into the laundry bin beside him, revealing bandages covering his chest, tightly pressing something.

He strode to the seat in his bedroom, looked at himself in the mirror, pinched his face, and stretched it gently.

"Alas, it's been a long time since I took a good look at myself like this."

He reluctantly lifted the mask on his face and sighed.

"I've been pretending like this all the time, and my chest feels so stuffy!"

She opened her eyes, which were as deep as black jade, and untied the gloves on her hands and the bandage on her chest.

While revealing her soft and boneless white hands, she also relaxed her chest which had been stuffy for a long time and breathed in some fresh air.

Although she may have had some problems from frequent martial arts training, with the nourishment of the magical pendant, she has inherited her mother's strengths very well.

Before Priscilla was not so "fat" now, she was also a beautiful woman who was pursued persistently by a strong man.

"Alas, it seems that I can't change myself anymore."

"What should I do? My head hurts!"

She glanced at the clothes her mother had prepared for her on the dressing table, reached out her hand to smooth her long hair like a man, and sighed again.

Her current habits are not so easy to change, and the mask on her face is not so easy to take off. She hasn't been herself again for a long time.

"What about you? Did Uncle Dai Lin grab you and beat you up again when you got back?"

"My father treats me like this, how much more so his good brother?"

She looked up at the airtight ceiling of her bedroom, shook her head blankly, and muttered to herself.

She didn't look like a lady at all. Her originally smooth long hair was instantly spread out and became a mess.

"Sometimes I really envy the Stormsongs and Waycrests. I really don't want to be raised as a boy by my father."

"Forget it. If I can't change it, then I can't change it. I still have my mother to protect me."

She stretched herself and shook her long hair with great effort, then grabbed the golden hair that touched her slender hand and squeezed it gently.

"When am I going to confess to you, idiot?"

"Our other friend knows what this thing is, but you are the only one who doesn't know."

"Maybe I shouldn't have gone on the ship with you. It would be better to stay at home. At least I don't have to suffer."

"Love is really unbelievable. I guess we are childhood sweethearts."

She tapped the cord on the pendant and input power into it, wanting to see if someone in the distance had left any useful message for her.

What could Uncle Stormsong want from them? She was curious and wanted to know what was going on.

At this moment, someone was lying in the guest room of Stormsong Manor, snoring like a dead pig.

The black jade anchor pendant that was placed next to his big wooden bed and the captain's hat suddenly lit up, as if to remind its owner, but it made no sound, only a faint light.

It was a pair of black and white jade stones with magical powers that they took from a female Naga when they were attacked by the Nagas.

It took him a lot of effort to create it after a long period of carving and the blessing of the sea from another brother.

With the other brother's story, the two of them realized that this accessory could communicate with each other and send messages in real time.

As for why that brother kept it a secret, he actually didn't know that his other brother was her, and it really couldn't be told from the appearance.

Otherwise, why would the brother give him such a good thing? His own marriage issue has not been settled yet, but he inadvertently helped his two brothers to get together.

Today, he was so tired from being beaten during the day and working hard all afternoon that he forgot to contact his brother.

At this moment, he is sailing in his dream with the renamed Tandre Breakers, and his right-hand man and family members are following him, heading for unknown waters.

There was a familiar person tied to the stern, enjoying the waves raised by the stern with gritted teeth, and cursing the captain of the ship in the boundless sea.

It's a lack of martial ethics. No one stands by me. One day, I will take revenge.

Damn Captain, please don't let me get the chance, I must let...

Because of the waves, he was lost in the sea. No sound could reach the captain's ears, only he could hear it.

The real Captain of Dreams stretched out his right hand, took his hat and pendant, and placed them on his chest.

The expression on his face showed that he enjoyed it very much. It could be seen that this was a good dream that made him ecstatic.

The dim black jade pendant seemed to sense something and stopped shining, blending into the darkness.

It was the other party who took the initiative to disconnect the connection and did not respond for a long time. She thought he must be exhausted.

When he knew her, and even knew more information, he looked closely at the pendant around his neck.

At that time, he wanted to cry but couldn't, wanted to laugh but couldn't, and was in a dilemma.

Another brother shed tears of regret. It was all his own fault that he missed the opportunity, so he couldn't blame others.

If I were given another chance, I would definitely turn over a new leaf, kick my good brother away, and enjoy myself.

The bright orange fireballs ignited the torches, and the red and yellow torches illuminated the surroundings. The murals carved by Drust appeared around the six explorers.

"Father, are we there yet?"

Seeing the murals around her, Lucia thought of the language courses she had taken before and pulled at her father's sleeve.

It turned out to be the language of Drust. My father's teachings seemed to be very useful. Fortunately, I learned it seriously.

"Yes, Lucia."

"This is the end point of my operation. Since we discovered it, every Lord Waycrest has handed over his mission to each other."

Arthur raised his hand and stroked his daughter's head, feeling relieved.

All my efforts have not been in vain. At least my daughter can understand the Drust language around her at a glance.

Although Lucia's "talent" was not as strong as he thought, he was still very satisfied with his daughter's performance in other aspects.

In Arthur's eyes, Lucia perfectly inherited the advantages of him and Meredith, and might even be able to do better than him in some aspects.

"Father, we are not the only ones here."

Glancing around, Lucia retorted, "Our generation is different."

“Of course, times are changing, and our methods of inheritance will change as well.”

"Otherwise, how can the Waycrest family keep up with the Proudmoore family?"

As soon as he said this sigh, Meredith walked over to Arthur and quietly tapped his free right hand.

"Lord Waycrest, please stop flattering yourself. Our development has not been smooth sailing either."

She found that the man in front of her still didn't notice her hint, so she had to refute him coldly.

If a family has been passed down for thousands of years and everything goes smoothly, the title is usually more than just lord.

"Don't worry, Aunt Meredith."

"Our families have been friends for generations, there's really no need to do this. Our two families may still be busy in the future!"

"We are so familiar with each other, what are you hiding? Show your true self!"

Understanding Meredith's thoughts, Jaina finished the lighting work, walked over and hugged Lucia.

We sisters have such a good relationship. Unless you have done something that is outrageous, how can I not help you?

"Why is it like this all of a sudden? Sister Jaina."

"No reason, just do it when you have time, Lucia-sister."

Feeling Jaina's enthusiasm, Lucia lowered the big hat on her head to cover her slightly red face.

Is there such a big change after becoming a mother?

If this is the understanding, what was my mother like before?

What was it like between my father and her? I suddenly felt a little excited.

"Well, I……"

"Meredith, I've told you this countless times."

"Jaina and the others, don't use your way of thinking to make assumptions. We are a family."

Hearing Arthur's words, Meredith felt a little inferior and self-blame again.

Sigh, I feel ashamed again. Perhaps this is just my humble attempt to be a qualified noble in other aspects.

Everly, who was guarding the others nearby, automatically blocked his ears and turned into a human-shaped stone sculpture, silently humming his favorite song in his heart.

You are a family, but I am only the family of some of you, and there are some things I will automatically forget.

"Aunt, if we trace back the origins of our family's rise, we can find that we are actually all children of farmers."

"The relationship between us doesn't need to be so detailed, and there's no need to put too much pressure on yourself."

Before Arthur could speak to comfort his wife, Arthas took the lead.

We are all born by our parents, but in fact, many times it is because of responsibility that we develop in a direction we don’t like.

Besides, you have such a family background...what are you worried about? In most cases, just be yourself.

"What does the gaze of others around you have to do with you?"

"You think too much about those looks on you."

After hearing this, Everly had a new understanding. He realized that he had been thinking too much in silence.

Even now, as the Marshal of Drustvar, I am still too narrow-minded.

"If you look at it from another angle, isn't it possible that I envy your gaze?"

"Why do you think so much about spitting and scolding? Can't you be nicer to yourself?"

Hearing what Arthas said, Meredith closed her eyes and pondered, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Hahaha, nephew, you are right."

Lord Arthur applauded Arthas, took Lucia and walked three steps to a mural in a corner.

"Okay, Lucia."

"Now there are only two steps left. It's up to you to complete it."

Pointing to the huge keel ship on the mural, Arthur patted his daughter's shoulder, leaned down, and gave her a thumbs up in encouragement.