The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In the dark "oasis", a floating ghost looked at the leader in front of him and couldn't help asking: "Leader, can we really succeed?"

Located at the center of the invisible formation of "Cleansing Will", he and other Drust souls discovered that their formation had problems one after another.

Faced with this situation that left them temporarily helpless, they were puzzled and filled with anxiety and uneasiness about their own and Drust's future.

Therefore, some of their souls came here with doubts in their hearts.

They and their leader hid in the interlayer of this formation, the interlayer between dreams and reality, and a mixed aura of black and white covered them.

From the outside, they no longer existed. There was only an invisible formation composed of rune stones releasing power, and phantoms surrounded a little girl.

Hearing this, Gorak slowly turned around, opened his arms to his fellow compatriots, and responded loudly: "We will succeed, warrior."

"We have been defending the Blighted Realm, the last place of our Drust survival, for all these years, just for this moment."

"Those traitors don't understand us, and can't understand what we longed for in life."

“Without enough resources, how are we going to feed ourselves?”

"Drust will live forever. This is our obsession, an obsession that will never fade away!"

After more than two thousand years of waiting, Drust finally got this opportunity. Even if the ending was death, Gorak Tur was still not afraid.

At least he had done it himself and led his people to resist, instead of becoming one with the enemies like Orfa, he thought.

As long as they succeed, the Drust will still exist in the world. The seeds of revenge have already taken root in the hearts of the Drust wandering in Thros, and have grown into towering trees.

"We will make sure the Kul Tirans learn how to be ruthlessly abused by their own people... and by the power of Proudmoore, in whom they have always trusted."

"From the day we could not sleep, from the day we were filled with resentment, we were resurrected in Thros, our last territory."

"We will eventually welcome eternal rest, but before that comes, we will also avenge our fallen brothers and sisters!"

Hearing this, the Drust who had gathered here came to the vicinity of Gorak, silently raised their right hands, and stared at their leader silently.

Yes, a thousand years of waiting may finally bear fruit here. Many of their compatriots have already prepared to sacrifice themselves, or will only leave regrets lingering around them.

Although it was Gorak Tul who had resurrected them using his death magic, most of them responded to his call.

Only a few people were unwilling to stay in the world of the living, rejected him, and accepted the call of the Shadow Realm or Valhalla.

Whether in life or after death, they are always fighting for the Drust, their hard-earned belief in revenge and survival to defeat the invaders.

"Now, the world of the living, the pure Drust no longer exists."

"Only we the dead are the last...representatives of the true Drust, so we must fight for our beliefs even more."

As the soul imprints left in his hands by some acquaintances gradually disappeared, Gorak Tur decided to give it a try.

The Drust people who stayed here might die with him, but as long as their victory in Thrus still existed, the Drust would still have a day to make a comeback.

"If this is our last, there's only one thing we have to do!"

"The fulfillment of our thousand-year-old wish begins with her... or ends with her."

As soon as he finished his morale-boosting words, Gaolek pointed with his right hand toward the center of the formation.

There was a little girl sitting alone on a "stone bench", covering her face and sobbing, and around her were the mountains that once loved her the most, and the figures of her fellow villagers who once trusted her the most.

"My daughter, Jaina, Jaina Proudmoore, listen carefully!"

"Those damned beasts, why did you allow them to intrude into our territory and reveal our intelligence to them?"

The one who loudly rebuked little Jaina was the shadow of the former admiral, Daelin.

Around him were groups of Kul Tiras naval soldiers who had died in Theramore, and they surrounded her together.

In that battle, they, Kul Tiras, had an excellent fleet and naval firepower far superior to that of the Horde, but she betrayed them and allowed the Horde to break through the blockade they had set.

"That day in Theramore, how many of us... died because of your peace ideals."

"Try to spare your... innocent people. How many of those beasts can do that?"

Because of Daelin's words, little Jaina's thin body couldn't help but shrink even tighter, her whole body trembling, and tears in her eyes flowed like a waterfall.

"They were the ones who first provoked the conflict, and all humans in our Eastern Kingdom have been suffering from their invasion."

"You actually fought side by side because of a battle...did it wash away the hatred between us?"

"There are always beasts among them that will regain their nature and extend their claws...Sar, your friend...can he control those beasts?!"

As if seeing the sea of ​​blood and corpses that day, Dai Lin's shadow strode to her side, bent down and put his hand through her hands that were covering her face.

"Can you control it? My daughter, answer me!"

Seeing the little girl shrink into a ball because of these words, Dai Lin's shadow laughed at himself and slowly circled around her.

"We crossed the Endless Ocean to search for you, but you didn't welcome us, but just stood by and watched."

"Did Catherine and I spoil you too much? You never understood...you thought you could understand them."

"It turns out that you can't, Jaina."

As if she felt that she had said too much, Dai Lin's shadow gently "rubbed" her daughter's head, lowered her voice, and comforted her softly.

Only to have his arm go through little Jaina again, making him angry, and she still didn't want to believe him.

Seeing this situation, he had no choice but to continue talking and continue to attack her defenses with words.

As long as there is a crack in little Jaina's last barrier, he will succeed, and his most beloved daughter will return to all those who are waiting for her in Kul Tiras.

"Well, Jaina, it seems that I have been too lenient with you."

"You have been secretly sending your people into the insatiable desires of the Horde."

"When we were hurt by them, other than secretly watching from the sidelines...crying silently and wiping away tears, was there anything else you could do to solve the problem?!"

While the shadow of Daelin in the outside world was covering her heart and scolding little Jaina, some people entered there into the nightmare that was haunting her.

Among the nine-member rescue team, eight of them were staring at the culprit who was pushed out by a small animal with scrutinizing eyes.

You said you would send us to the place of the decisive battle, where did you send us?

There was darkness all around, as if there was nothing there, only their eight large and one small light balls.

"Luo Ning, could you please explain what's going on?"

Leaving the mastermind, Christina, to Lord Lucia, Vereesa put her hands on her hips and stared at her cowering husband.

You are in this state now, how dare you pretend to be innocent!

I think even Christina, the youngest among us, is more reliable than you!

Because of what Vereesa said, the red-haired Ronin felt that at this moment, the world of Azeroth had ruthlessly abandoned him.

The spell is based on Queen Tiffin’s research, and I have no idea what this is all about!

As soon as you get here, you just look at me without making any sound. Do you blame me?

It’s not my fault at all... What bad luck! It must be some unlucky person who passed the bad luck to me!

"Please listen to me, don't blame me, this must be the enemy's conspiracy."

A certain lady who was hiding quietly behind Varian did not express her attitude towards this, thinking back that she did not seem to have done anything wrong.

Is it possible that my magic has regressed? But I can clearly...

"There is no problem with the calculation and reasoning of the spell. I guarantee it with my reputation!"

The voice that vouched for the lady who didn't want to reveal the truth appeared, and Roning kept scratching his head, his brain working at overspeed.

"Please give me a little more time. I will definitely be able to take you back."

"Sir Luo Ning, we need to split up and move. We can't stay here too long."

Having been here for several minutes, Tanred had lost track of time and spoke out his opinion.

"Jaina is still waiting for our rescue. She is in great danger."

"Tanred, don't worry, we..."

Seeing that everyone around him, including his old mother, was looking at him helplessly, Tanred closed his eyes and said helplessly: "Mother, I am worried about you and your sister!"

"Based on my experience of being trapped in a storm, the worst thing to do with this kind of thing is to delay."

Others were skeptical and shook their heads at the little girl who was radiating holy light.

Although we don't understand what is going on, there must be a reason for such a strong holy light to appear here.

It seems incredible that he did not inherit his mother's arcane talent, but inherited his father's worst (best) talent.

In the boundless darkness, the bright lights and the guidance of holy light are right beside us. What should we do if we run around and get into trouble?

"Oh! Could it really be my problem?"

In a short while, Ronin on the other side sighed, ended his thoughts, covered his buzzing head, and was quickly supported by Vereesa.

"How should I put it? My Lord Ronin."

"She's so obvious...how could you not pay any attention to her?!"

She rubbed Luo Ning's cheek and waved at her niece, "You should wake up, my husband."

With the vivid example of His Highness Arthas, she, who has been blessed by the Holy Light at such a young age, is the key to our breakthrough.

"What...Oh, Christina, tell your uncle, what did the Holy Light tell you?"

"Wait. Just wait."

“The truth that the Holy Light shows us is already before our eyes, waiting for us to discover.”

The little girl who caused all this sat in her aunt's arms, calmly and openly clenched her hands and counted on her fingers.

I also didn’t expect that… He in this world is not stingy at all and gives as soon as he says he will.

It seems like He is about to conquer the world and realize His long-cherished plan...It doesn't seem impossible.

He seems to be very happy to have a devout believer of Holy Light like me, and his power output seems to be quite large.

So, I've used it all here, it should be fine, we can get out after breaking the dream! I'm such a...

At this moment, Shengguang seemed to hear her voice, and a familiar figure appeared with his heavy and low voice: "No, we are too late, they have been infected by the plague!"

"Although they haven't changed much on the surface now, there is not much time left before they turn into undead."

He was standing on the small hill in front of him, holding a war hammer in his hand and wearing blue and white plate armor. His blue cloak fluttered in the wind and he looked ahead solemnly.

"Uther, Jaina, warriors, this city must be cleansed, at any cost!"

He seemed to see them, and suddenly turned slowly to look at them, looking at her through them with an incredulous and eager look.

"Jaina?"

He was confused by her sudden departure and just hoped that she would not leave.

You and I both know the horrible truth about the Plague of the Undead. Why do you...

"I'm sorry, Arthas."

Leaving behind these words, the person they rescued, Dajana, who was wearing white and black cloth armor, with white hair with slightly yellow bangs, and a white braid on her chest, slowly turned and left.

"I can't watch you like this..."

At this time, the "real body" of Arthas put away his warhammer in front of everyone, left the hill, crossed the dark sea, and grabbed her.

His face was full of question marks, and he shouted at her: "What did you say? You can't look at me like this!"

He pointed at the giant green tree cannon that suddenly rose from the dark sea and shouted again: "You spent a lot of time researching the antidote to the plague, and you say sorry to me!"

"Jaina, didn't you say you wanted to be the first to sound it?"

He pulled her to it.

"Fire at the plague-infected residents of the city and save them from the demons and undead with your antidote."

"Why do you want to leave? Isn't it better to be with me?"

He pointed to the kind prince mentor who suddenly appeared beside him and advised again: "Look at Uther, he agrees with my point of view."

"It was you who persuaded me earnestly before that made me determined to do this."

"Didn't I say to purify this city? What on earth are you thinking about?"

"Don't you want me to pretend and fool the enemies in the city? What on earth do you want to do?!"

"Are you still the Jaina Proudmoore I knew? You can't even break through a little confusion now!"

As if he didn't notice that something was wrong with Jaina, Arthas began his endless complaints.

“Think back to the past…Think back to the past!”

"When we were investigating... Oh, no! On the way to fight the natural disaster, it was you... You carried me on your back!"

He suddenly pointed at her, and couldn't help but look up and recall the past, his expression complicated and slightly pale.

"In such a critical moment, you led me to investigate the truth of the plague and helped me resolve my worries!"

"You...you fed me a few mouthfuls of the Fountain of Life and then threw me into the sea of ​​the dead to train! To struggle! To kill the enemy!"

Faced with Arthas's repeated questioning, Jaina was confused, and most of the people around her were also stunned.

Five of them, the truth of the incident that I understand, seems not to be like this, is there a way to purify a city like this? Then who really corrupted Arthas... it's completely different...

The other three were thinking, did Arthas and Jaina really fire? That's how he solved the plague... Wasn't it a heavy rain of holy light that solved the plague?

Speaking of which, if a woman carries a man on her back, doesn’t he seem a bit humble and too weak?

"Tanred: I get angry when I think about this!"

"Varian: On my head, I seem to be in a worse situation!"

"Tiffin: You two, stop daydreaming!"

The real mastermind looked at her mother's glowing masterpiece in her hand, and she suddenly felt like crying. Was her mother a little...

So this is what’s hidden behind that serious adventure animation you secretly showed me. You’re really… worthy of me. What… Is this how you encourage yourself in private… huh?

If I had known that the private things you wrote were this kind, I shouldn't have taken... Why did I adapt the script you gave me... I should have read it for a while longer... Oh! The script I originally adapted is at the back...

"Arthas, I..."

"What do you mean by 'me'? You have changed. You are no longer the same person, Jaina Proudmoore!"

"Hurry up, Jaina, tell them right now..."

Before Arthas could continue speaking, he was forcibly dispersed, disappearing without a trace, as if he had never existed.

Change to a more normal one!

Jaina Proudmoore, is this how you see him now?