The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Damn you...Drust, you are...monsters!"

Strong gusts of wind blew, and the black wind of Thros whistled over their "intact" bodies and blew away into the distance, disappearing without a trace.

The scorching fire floating in the air around them roared and leaped into flames, illuminating them so that they could see their appearance clearly.

"You actually managed to kidnap our compatriots without anyone noticing. This is unforgivable!"

Seeing his compatriots who had suffered so much pain in life, with scars all over their bodies, and now had fallen into eternal sleep, Arthur was filled with anger and roared.

The dead bodies were out of tune with the dark surroundings. The only thing that existed was the dried blood and the fear or hatred they had in life... proving that they had been subjected to inhumane abuse.

Some of them were farmers, some were merchants, some were soldiers, and some were... Without exception, the Drust ghosts of Thros killed them cruelly and ruthlessly.

"May the ocean tide nourish your souls, and may the holy light protect your souls."

"May you reach the world of the dead safely and find...new...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

He slammed the shield in his hand down hard, then immediately squatted down, joining others in mourning and praying for those who died with their eyes open.

It turned out that they came here accidentally while collecting traces of Drust's death witchcraft, following the special smell of death.

"Their souls no longer exist."

Continuously using necromancy, Jaina tried to summon the souls of the dead in front of her and send them to the Shadow Realm, but the cruel reality only made her fail again and again.

Sensing that not even a trace of the souls of the dead remained, she burst into tears.

She tried hard not to cry out loud and sobbed silently like everyone else.

She knew that in this situation, even Arthas's resurrection spell could not revive any innocent person around.

The continued racial hatred has led to tragedy time and time again.

"Their souls were brutally taken by their enemies... They couldn't even make it to the other side of the world."

The Drust ghosts didn't even send any guards... They just took away the materials in a bloody manner and looted Kul Tiran captives... They left their bodies exposed in the wilderness and couldn't even bury them.

It was the Baneheart Coven and the Drust souls that were constantly resurrecting in the real world. They united with each other, captured many innocent people, and sent them to Thros.

The situation should have been discovered by another team, but it was discovered by their team, and they were the only ones to discover it.

"Arthur, get up!"

"Let us destroy the Drust together and avenge them!"

Wiping her red eyes, Meredith came to her husband, bursting out her previous strength again, and pulled him up.

Now she tightly grasped Arthur's armor, and she only wanted to avenge her compatriots who died unjustly.

Witnessing the tragic scene in front of her and standing there in person, she couldn't remain indifferent and do nothing.

"The Drust don't even let go of their souls, they play with their souls."

She thought that there was something wrong with the seal of Zlos after all.

The Drust hiding here has been secretly harming the people of Drustvar.

"You are great, young man."

"Your family will be proud of you. You are the pride of Kul Tiras."

Blindfolding a Drustvar guard, Avery stretched out his hands and slowly picked up four flags on the ground around him that seemed to have been trampled and damaged.

He took out a rope from his backpack, tied the two flags and the sword and shield in his right hand tightly behind his back, and carried them on his back.

He lifted up the other two flags with both hands. The tips of the two "spears" were still sharp, with bright red power of anger attached to them.

They were four flags of green, brown, blue and red. As Everit slowly stood up, the four flags represented Proudmoore, Waycrest, Stormsong, and Ashvane... No, they were the flags of Kul Tiras, fluttering in the wind.

"My brother, the Drust who is hiding here and lingering on is... provoking us."

"I will never forgive them. Not even the people of Drustvar or Kul Tiras!"

He strode over, and in front of Arthur, he swung his two guns in both hands, directly piercing through a dark blue skull and crushing it.

The rage in his heart surged, the rage in his eyes burned fiercely, and the rage in his hands demonstrated his strength.

"Father, mother, uncle, before we go, we have one more thing to do."

"The dead are great. We should put them to rest in peace."

"We didn't notice their disappearance before, so we can't abandon them now."

Holding Meredith and Everly, Lucia suppressed the grief in her heart, pointed at the dead bodies on the ground, and spoke softly.

She didn't know how long these dead had been here... At least they should have a resting place before they left.

She didn't know about the nameless innocent people, and she didn't want to see them "sleeping on the streets" like this.

"We need a comprehensive plan to make our enemies understand our anger."

"We will pass their sufferings on to the enemy intact, so that the enemy can taste their pain."

She also understood that her silent father might be even more angry.

As a leader, you must always stay calm and not let anger cloud your mind, but it's okay to let yourself go sometimes.

"Lucia, you are right."

Gently touching his daughter's head, Arthur was no longer silent.

He faced the three family members in front of him, sheathed his sword and shield, and spread his arms.

"We'll build them a place to stay, and they... they'll rest in peace."

"We will also create a plan to inflict the most pain on them in the limited time available."

"This is not over yet. After we return, we will gather enough people to solve the curse of Drustvar..."

Quickly speaking the thoughts in his mind in one breath, Arthur covered his heart, paused for a moment, and took a deep breath.

There were some things he had to say, otherwise all his previous preparations would be wasted, which would go against his original idea.

Everything changed too quickly in one night. He could only force himself to accept it and continue trying to perfectly achieve his original goal.

"But you must remember that we cannot be swayed by hatred and let anger consume our reason."

"Of course, I'm not advising you to give up revenge. We will work together to end the lives of our enemies."

Seeing the confusion of his wife and brother, Arthur threw the sword in his hand at a huge rune stone, and the powerful force pierced through it.

He will never give up revenge. His anger is as fierce as theirs, burning fiercely and unquenchable. Only the death of his enemy can extinguish his anger.

"We can't kill innocent people indiscriminately... It may not be accurate, I just want to tell you one thing, we have to find a balance."

"There is no single answer. We want revenge, but we won't become like them."

"When this is all over, we cannot be the inquisitors who burn innocent people. Never."

Retracting the sword, Arthur stomped on the Drust weapon on the ground and crushed it. The flying flames on his body and the growing vines on the ground once again demonstrated his uneasy heart.

This was what he wanted to tell them when he took them to look up the history of the Order of Embers and the Drust.

After defeating the dragon, he became the dragon himself. This cycle continues endlessly, when will it end?

"That's all I'm worried about, you know?"

After saying this, Arthur's sharp eyes kept scanning the relatives and friends in front of him, including his niece who had just stood up with a blank expression on the other side.

Before taking revenge, he must make sure... to use history as a mirror to summarize past experiences instead of repeating the same mistakes.

At this time, Jaina silently took out the sword and purse from the ring, cut the purse with a sword, and let the "gold coins" fall on the sword.

An unusually bright light lit up, and in just one breath, she had completed multiple enchantments for it.

She walked towards the four of them. It was time to hand it over to its owner, as it had been intended for Waycrest.

"Father, if this is the only thing you're worried about, then there's absolutely no need."

Taking a gleaming saronite sword from Jaina, Lucia held it up, staring at it in amazement, responding to her father's concerns.

“We are not them, we are just ourselves.”

“Everything you have done will not be in vain, and we will remember what you have taught us today.”

Contrary to Jaina's expectations, Lucia did not spontaneously awaken the holy light or arcane. Instead, the faint natural force of life in the sword responded to her.

Vibrant green vines sprouted from the ground around the five people, bringing life to the area where they were.

The curse of hatred on this small piece of land was temporarily dispelled, and the sword in Lucia's hand received countless green light spots and instantly changed its appearance.

The five-foot-long sword body is silver-green in color, and a life force turns into a tree trunk and spreads over the sword body. It is a sharp sword with a double-edged shape.

The hilt of the sword seemed to be a blooming green branch, with a green life orb engraved in it, emitting a soft and warm breath.

Originally, she wanted to try to use the "light forging" method that she and Arthas had previously researched, plus the large amount of holy light and arcane power in the sword.

Use a gentler theoretical approach to help others gain one of these powers.

While Arthas was lightforging the undead, she was not idle either, and also did a lot of research.

In the end, she came to only one conclusion: even if the key was given, it would be useless without the corresponding will or hidden talent.

The key is a good thing in the hands of the right person... Lor'themar's first time... After many experiments, it seems that he has obtained unexpected gains.

“Remember how you felt today, my daughter, the path that belongs to you is open to you.”

Looking at Lucia with a confused look on her face, staring blankly at the weapon floating in front of her, Arthur stretched out his big hand again and rubbed his daughter's head excitedly.

His daughter has obtained her legendary entry key. If nothing unexpected happens, there is a high probability that she will become a legend in the future. He is very happy.

"Come on, Arthur, don't be happy."

Seeing his good brother suddenly smiling, Everly waved the brown flag in his hand in front of him.

"We two have been stuck at this door for who knows how many years. I'm very happy that Lucia has surpassed us."

When Arthur looked at his brother with murderous eyes, Lucia reached out and took the double-edged sword in Meredith's expectant gaze.

"Sister, this sword is really magical. It can even be separated. It's so gorgeous."

At this moment, Lucia gently twisted the weapon in her hand, and the double-edged sword emitted a green light.

It began to break from the middle of the hilt and turned into two identical three-foot-long swords, and the power of nature became stronger and stronger.

The natural power emanating from the vines surrounding the crowd continued to flow into the sword like a cheering child.