The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Daughters, do you understand?"

The two that were squatting and the two that were standing nodded in unison and said, "I understand, mother."

"Well, you are all worthy of being my daughters."

With her hands behind her back, Catherine looked around carefully at her four obedient daughters.

She silently rubbed her slightly sore hands, fully demonstrating her supreme majesty as a mother, suppressing the four Jainas so that they dared not utter a word.

Another way I teach my children that I completely agree with.

For these disobedient and stubborn daughters, a beating will make them behave themselves.

Thinking of this, she raised her guard and glanced at Tanred who was thinking seriously.

If the youngest son can behave like this, then the only one who gets beaten every day must be his good daughter.

But, did I forget someone...

"My other self, I've already told you not to touch evil energy."

Ice Mage Jaina clasped her hands together, leaned close to her good friend, and said softly: "My mother has said so, do you have any reason to refute me?"

"I am grinning, this is the fine family tradition of our Proudmoore family."

"You don't seem to have learned anything at all...are you just busy playing with your little tricks every day?"

Because of the cold and hot ridicule from the speaker, the demon Jaina couldn't help but glare at her.

She wanted to chop her off, but unfortunately there were more people hoping that she would come to her senses and turn back.

Because apart from her, there was no one else from the Burning Legion and the Scourge present.

"And you, the other me, what did you do?"

At this time, Demon Jaina saw the white-haired Queen Jaina in armor, and suddenly an idea flashed in her head.

She may be your future, and your ideas are just empty talk.

"Hehe, at least, I won't be with your so-called allies...friends...um..."

Immediately raising her hands to hold down her two younger selves, King Jaina said helplessly: "Okay, you two stop arguing."

A unique fan war ended because of the same person.

The older self denies the younger self, so it is better not to fight.

Because of her, the two of them looked at each other fiercely and turned away from each other, thinking that they were both nothing good.

"I thought I had enough of her, but I didn't expect there would be you guys."

Queen Jaina looked at her youngest self chatting with others, then looked at the two next to her, and her headache got even worse.

They come from a parallel world, so which bronze dragon is responsible for them?

"Alas, I really don't understand how I became like you."

Sighing, Queen Jaina greeted the two elders: "Hi, Uther, Muradin, Kul Tiras welcomes you."

"Haha, I told you, Jaina will never forget us."

Muradin, who was having a great time playing with Christina, laughed out loud and said, "Stop scratching grandpa's beard, my dear granddaughter."

"Then we apologize for interrupting you, Your Highness."

Scratching the back of his head, Uther responded with a smile. He also felt like he had forgotten something.

"Well, you're still the same, Uther."

Raising her hand to support her forehead, Queen Jaina said: "Let us return to Boralus now. I will find a way to send you back."

"Oh? We'll get back by ourselves."

Demon Jaina thought of what the Forgotten Man said and raised her head to look at her.

"Don't worry about that. We have our own way."

"Your method... is to covet our world?"

Gently raising her hand, waves of blue light rippled, and Queen Jaina cast a purification spell on everyone, completely purifying the evil energy imprint in everyone's body.

"We are really not like you in doing this kind of thing secretly."

"Put aside your little tricks. Our world does not welcome outsiders like you."

Holding the head of the man who was playing with the fel energy, Queen Jaina gently advised him.

"It's fine to be a guest for a while, but it seems I still have to..."

However, at this moment, a familiar voice disturbed Queen Jaina's thoughts.

"Wake up, my prince."

Lifting up the Forgotten Man, Jaina bent down and hugged Arthas.

She rubbed and pushed his face gently, softly releasing her own exclusive refreshing technique.

"Cough...hiss...it's so cold..."

Arthas was awakened by the sound of his head going in and out of the belly of the glacial frenzy.

Compared with the happy atmosphere of other people, he really felt helpless.

"Jaina, I am not dreaming..."

"It's me. Who else would have thought of you?"

Helping up the man who looked exhausted like someone else, Jaina in tight clothes stroked him and gently wiped away the moisture on his face.

She pointed at Uther, who had just remembered, and said, "Could it be him?"

"Could it be them?" She helped Arthas up and diverted his gaze.

On the other side, she looked apologetic, embarrassed, and even more suspicious.

As the oldest, she controlled the two completely opposite children, and they neither fought nor argued.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but think of that day in the past, the same person, the same clothes.

However, she was no longer the one bound.

A man who was weakened again by the battle also saw this scene and felt that his recovery ability was not strong enough and was not as terrifying as his younger brother.

I thought you needed a little more rest, but it turns out that just a little stimulation… and a little sleep is needed to see your slightly pale face gradually turn for the better.

He could only accept the gentle treatment from his wife beside him, look at the magic sword at her waist, relax and enjoy himself.

"Thanks, Jaina."

After closing and opening his eyes, Arthas felt the fel energy mark in his body disappear, and he clasped his fists to express his gratitude to the four Jainas.

There is always a conqueror. It's okay to beat yourself, although I have beaten myself many times.

"You're welcome, Arthas."

Except for the one next to him, the other three responded at the same time, glancing at the tight-fitting version of themselves next to him.

"Well, that's what you said."

At this moment, Jaina in tight suit clapped her hands towards the three of herself opposite to her.

She understood that Arthas had recovered a little and could walk on his own without any problem.

She then slowly walked to the fel version of herself, lifted her chin and said, "It's time for you to return my things... Nathrezim."

"Oh? You don't even…"

"I heard that in folklore, Jaina, who uses fel energy, is a cunning demon."

Poking the demon version of herself on her smooth face, Jaina in tights stretched out her free hand, stroked her neck, and took away the pendant she had hidden inside her clothes.

"This thing is very dangerous. If you are not careful, the two worlds will disappear."

Leaving behind a sentence that made Demon Jaina itchy, Strong Jaina prepared to go to the next destination.

"Grandpa Muradin, save me."

"You have to listen to your mother, Christina."

"Yes, dear girl."

She pulled her daughter away from Muradin and brought Muradin and Uther to Catherine.

At the same time, Queen Jaina also came here with her two restless selves.

"Another me, can't you sit for a while?"

"Mother, they can still stay with you for a while, but we can't seem to."

She ignored the other self, let go of her daughter, and threw her into her mother's arms, with rays of light flashing on her body.

"It seems that our mission here is accomplished. I can only let her accompany you for a while."

"Wait, I have something else to do."

As the others were preparing to say goodbye, Arthas, wearing boots that turned into wisps of light, took Frostmourne from Muradin's back.

It is wrapped in a piece of black cloth and it can automatically suppress its breath, so it is normal that others cannot sense it.

"Muradin, don't touch a weapon like Frostmourne."

"If my Frostmourne wasn't special, you'd be in trouble."

Under the shocked gazes of the others, Arthas raised the magic sword that instantly emitted an icy aura, took out a piece of black stone, and walked towards Gorak Tur step by step.

"So it was you...it turned out that you did everything."

When Gaolek saw the black stone, he realized that his people and their endless resentment were permeated in this black stone.

"It is time to end this, Gorak Tul."

Crushing the black stone in his hand, Arthas cleared the resentment of the souls of Schuylin and other Drust.

This black stone was obtained by him after he cut his last enemy into pieces.

"Jaina brought me to Thros to kill you."

After saying this, Arthas swung his sword at Gorak Tul, helping him free himself from the torment of the fel energy.

The fel prison was like a piece of cake in front of Frostmourne, and it was easily penetrated by it, passing through the chest of the Drust ghost in front of it.

"Drust...Drust...Drust..."

Mumbling the name of his tribe, Gorak Tul recalled all his past deeds and disappeared.

"My dear granddaughter, don't learn from your father in the future."

Covering Christina's eyes, Katherine couldn't help but warn her.

"Mother-in-law, I will never become his."

"That's good, Christina."

The grandmother and granddaughter hugged each other and enjoyed their last private time.

"Mother, we haven't..."

"Okay, let's go together."

They pulled over their two twin daughters who were trying to grab their granddaughter, and the three of them hugged Christina together.

"Of course, my daughter, you are no exception."

She then pulled over her two daughters, one older and one younger, and the five of them huddled together, silently feeling each other's warmth.

"It's so crowded, give me a kiss!"

Under the stern gaze of her dear mother, Christina smacked everyone.

Finally, the mother and four daughters looked at each other, closed their eyes, and enjoyed this final moment of tranquility with Christina.

On the other side, the Waycrest family was also bidding their final farewell to Big Lucia.

"Lucia, Drustvar is now in your hands."

Taking out a document, Arthur handed it solemnly to Lord Waycrest.

The self in this world passed away early, and there were too many things left unsaid. He wanted to deliver everything for him.

"As for your relationship, don't listen to your mother's nonsense, listen to me, it's up to you to decide."

"Of course, I believe that you have exceeded my expectations now."

Arthur moved his eldest daughter's resisting hands away and continued to praise her.

"I have seen your bravery and wisdom. You are worthy of being the Eagle of Drustvar."

"Father, actually I...Okay, I'll take it."

When Big Lucia saw Arthur forcibly stuffing the materials recording the history of the Waycrest family into her arms, she had no choice but to take them steadily.

At the same time, little Lucia looked at her father resentfully and said, "Since you have all the information, why don't you show it to us at home at the beginning."