The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"I believed that prophecy and paid for it with my life."

"We could have lived better if we hadn't followed you to Theramore."

Archmage Rhonin, with his hands raised high, surrounded a little girl sitting on a rune stone with countless people who had sacrificed in vain in Theramore.

She held her head with both hands, trying to wake up from the nightmare, but she couldn't. Self-blame and guilt accompanied her everywhere.

They came from all directions through the little girl's ears and into her mind, constantly bringing back past memories.

"Jaina Proudmoore, your personal biases sully the name of the Kirin Tor."

"Luo Ning, they deceived me..."

"Deception, you are the biggest deception. I actually believed that you could become our leader."

"You are just like that coward Arthas, stubborn and self-willed, and you will not reflect on your mistakes."

"We died in Theramore, and you became... an executioner like Arthas and Garrosh!"

Archmage Rhonin, wearing a red robe, red hair, and a red staff, pointed at the little girl in front of him who could cry at any time, and told him in a few words why she had tarnished the reputation of the Kirin Tor.

"They are innocent, but you used your magic to slaughter them at will without any resistance."

"What's the difference between you and the evil entity we have fought so hard against?"

"Answer me, Jaina."

The truth is, the Sunreavers or more... those who died as a result... those who gave up resistance were sent to Dalaran Prison, and those who tried to resist were devoured by her merciless rage.

Some of them want to do some black stuff, do they have a chance to beg for mercy?

To think more bluntly, wasn't their position from the beginning that of the Horde led by Garrosh?

Objectively speaking, yes and no...it is caused by various factors, and both sides are right and wrong.

The Fall of Theramore proves, from one perspective, that a transformation of ideas may only require a soul-shaking explosion.

If not, it must be that the price paid is not high enough or unforgettable enough.

"You've made us suffer, and we're sick and tired of what you've done."

"Peace, there is no peace, we have known that for a long time."

The two dwarf generals walked over hand in hand, and Holland and Tadas pointed at the little girl and accused her angrily.

As soon as the two dwarves finished talking, Marcus Jonathan arrived here with a Draenei paladin, Tirasaran.

"The Western Alliance and the so-called peaceful country you imagined are all illusions."

"The Light will not even respond to you, Lady Proudmoore."

"The tribe would only ruthlessly destroy us, yet you let them survive until now."

"How many people do we have to sacrifice along the way before you wake up?"

"No... Marcus... Generals, I..."

"No! We are the bargaining chips in your hands, given to the right person... the most suitable gift."

"How many times have we been able to win, but all wasted because of you!"

After saying the last sentence, the four generals took a step back at the same time, standing in front of countless innocent victims and becoming one of them.

Together with the great wizard Roning, they stared at the little girl in front of them in silence.

"Since the Battle of Mount Hyjal, I have been guarding you and helping you manage Theramore."

"Ms. Proudmoore, we have always believed in your ideals of peace...but what have your ideals brought us?"

"War, without exception...it's all war!"

At this time, a night elf named Pained, wearing the blue and white armor of the Alliance, walked up to little Jaina.

"I did not foresee these things... Pained..."

"Teacher, your peace with the tribe is short-lived. It was built with our blood."

"You have ceded our own interests step by step, just to satisfy the insatiable appetite of those beasts."

A cute dwarf girl came up to her, stuck close to the night elf, and leaned against Pained.

"My parents have been mourning for me, but I can't see anything..."

"We work diligently for your cause, accompanying you in your search for records of the Focusing Iris."

"You found it, but you can't solve it. You don't know the crisis is right above your head, and you are still... self-righteous!"

When Jin Di stopped talking, an old male wizard also came here.

"Kindi, Tevosh, I..."

"Teacher... I called you teacher for the last time. You are not worthy of calling us by our names. I should have stayed at home on that day."

"Jaina, I have been with you for so many years, and you are just a little girl who never grows up."

They finished speaking at the same time, and walked aside with Pain, staring at her silently, full of hatred and dissatisfaction.

"In Dalaran, you said...you would lead us to a peaceful land, a land where we could live happily."

"We abandoned our country, our homeland, our hatred, and became whoever you wanted us to be, serving your empty talk."

Some of the people of Theramore came out, thinking back to the past and everything Jaina had promised them.

Coming to this "barren" land, there is nothing, and rebuilding homes still cannot avoid war.

"You left us behind in Kalimdor... We were ruthlessly slaughtered by the sudden attack of orcs."

"Finally, you also want us to put aside our prejudices against each other and work together with the orcs and trolls to fight against the Burning Legion and save the world of Azeroth."

Some soldiers wearing old Alliance armor (the emblem of Lordaeron) walked out in anger, wiping tears of hatred from the corners of their eyes.

After repelling the Burning Legion, there is still nothing left. The land is still ravaged by the Undead and the land is still invaded by the Horde.

"In Theramore, you watched us being slaughtered by orcs with indifference, begging them to spare us."

"It's so sad to cry at the last moment to get the peace you wanted in our blood."

"Still in Theramore, you live alone, unwilling to even avenge us."

"You have been evading your responsibilities in the face of the enemy, leaving us to die!"

"You not only serve the so-called peace, you also serve our enemies, and you even serve your own ambitions and desires!"

"You keep talking about revenge for us, but when it comes to dealing with our enemies, you're always soft-handed."

A group of naval warriors wearing green anchor emblems took a step forward at the same time as the rest of the people and approached little Jaina.

"Everyone, I have always...blamed myself..."

"Our sacrifice has forged the merit on your chest!"

"Our sacrifices have shaped the ideals in your heart!"

"Our sacrifice has made your cause a success!"

Countless people around, countless people that Jaina Proudmoore was once very familiar with, shouted in unison.

The sound that shook the heavens and the earth made her sob even harder, and she felt even more guilty and self-blaming. She was surrounded by countless rebukes.

Some of them are humans; some are dwarves; some are gnomes; some are high elves, and some are night elves.

"Death may reject you, but death welcomes us."

"Your wisdom, your strength, and yourself, never belonged to you, they belonged to us."

At this moment, blue flames ignited in the eyes of these people. In this dark place, countless pairs of eyes stared at the lonely little girl.

Her physical defenses, mental defenses, and spiritual defenses have been attacked by Drust, and Drust has been trying to control her.

Her soul belonged to Gorak Tul, to Thros... to the Drust...

"You could have used your power to save us, you could have stopped these tragedies from happening earlier."

Most of the nine-member support team who saw this scene had been patient for too long, so they took out their weapons and tried to disperse the "fog".

"That's enough, you resentful souls wandering the world."

"Let go of my sister, come at me if you dare!"

"My dear daughter, don't be afraid, mom is here to save you."

White Wolf King Gene and Tanred broke through the "fog" defense line at the same time and brought Catherine here.

However, the "mist" did not want them to reach the center of the magic circle safely. From this scene, they all agreed that Proudmoore's body was about to collapse.

The Drust will soon succeed, the "Mist" will not allow anyone to ruin their plans, no one... take a deep breath, and greet with a breath of fire.

"I've had enough of you. How long have you been planning this?"

The Queen of Stormwind, Tiffin, felt her scalp tingling as she looked at the flaming words in her hand and wiped the sparks from her mouth.

She hasn't done this kind of delicate work for a long time and is used to using strong force, using clever tactics or other means. It's really difficult for her.

"Hahaha, I'll come too..."

"Varian, don't be impulsive."

Seeing this, she whispered to the left.

She brushed away the flaming words in front of her with one hand, waved to grab the man who was about to charge, then reassembled the flaming words and continued her research.

She cast a silencing spell and a flaming chain to tie him tightly to her side and let him float.

You can barely walk, and you only have enough rage to perform three whirlwind slashes. How dare you...

"Aunt Lucia, hit that way."

Sitting on Lord Waycrest's shoulder, Christina leaned close to her aunt's ear, stretched out her hand and pointed in a direction to the right, acting as a commander.

"Uh...how could you..."

"You're right, Christina."

Blowing away the smoke from the musket in his hand, Lord Lucia nodded to the little hero next to him.

She pulled out a piece of Azerite ammunition from the ammunition pouch at her waist and reloaded her musket.

At the same time, the little hero stretched out his chubby finger and pointed in another direction. Time is running out.

No one except his compatriots had time to pay attention to the Drust ghost that was exploded by the special silver ammunition.

"Talia, my safety is in your hands."

"Of course, Fadwin."

Gripping the two-handed hammer in her hand, Taelia smashed it into the ground, blowing away the "fog" and allowing Fadwen to leap up and reap as much as he wanted... through them.

"Little guy, I knew you were here."

He pulled out the pistol from his waistband in mid-air, spun it around to load it with ammunition, and then aimed at the head of the Archmage Ronin.

"Your grandfather and I...oh no! We are already familiar with how to deal with a Drust like you."

"Tell me, Grand Mage... Lord Luo Ning, do you have any last words?"

Less than a millimeter… the gentle contact of iron on flesh, Fadwin holding the pistol, its blue-glowing bullets ready to fire.

After dealing with his former "subordinates", he went to Stormsong Valley and Drustvar with Taelia.

After going through the baptism of the Witch Coven and the Sea Sage, everyone must be able to clearly know the weaknesses of some enemies.

"You won't succeed, but we are about to succeed."

"Jaina Proudmoore, you have failed us... and made us sacrifice in vain!"