The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

My name is Priscilla Ashvane. I used to be Lord Ashvane of Kul Tiras, but I will be Queen Ashvane of Kul Tiras in the future.

Over the years, I have had enough of this group of incompetent cowards surrounding me. National hatred and family feuds seem too far away from them, really too far away!

They seem to be completely unable to feel the pain of their loved ones before their death. They just wait quietly for the crisis to come without realizing it, immersed in the so-called beautiful fantasy of peace.

Ever since the Dark Portal opened and those orc scums savagely invaded Stormwind Kingdom, the seemingly prosperous human kingdom has had a powerful mortal enemy.

The orcs were defeated, but their bloodthirsty nature still exists. Admiral Daelin's decision, as proven by time, is undoubtedly correct.

However, Jaina Proudmoore, who was naturally cold to her family, betrayed us.

Countless of our Kul Tiras' brave sailors crossed the ocean to search for her, but all they got was the destruction of their families.

In the war in Theramore, our strong ships and powerful guns were defeated by the glory spoken of by the so-called new tribe, and by the shoddy warships made by the greedy goblins.

The daughter of the sea, watching her compatriots...even her own relatives die in Theramore, hugging their corpses, leaving only tears.

I heard that she believed a prophecy and we are going to unite with the orcs... What she did is no different from the corrupt prince who destroyed the country.

However, not all Kul Tirans who experienced that war returned home in despair... some of them, like me, thirsted for revenge.

In Kul Tiras, the Ashvane family only has wealth, and does not have land of corresponding size like the other three major families, but we can make powerful weapons.

Poor lost people, I was once as lost as they were, but because of the heavy responsibilities on my shoulders I did not suffer the same tragic fate as them.

The miserable lost ones, Lieutenant Benedict and his men, who had been fighting alone against the orcs... died in vain because of the cataclysm caused by Deathwing.

Their experience taught me a lesson: it is far from enough to have the determination to never surrender and the people who remember the national hatred.

Not only do weapons need to be in the hands of the right people, but the people or armies holding the weapons must also be strong enough and large enough.

After we were defeated, we asked the Alliance for help, but the Alliance rejected us with various reasons.

Which country or lord dares to say that they have no internal and external troubles?

In my opinion, this little thing is not enough reason for the Alliance to reject us. Kul Tiras has been betrayed by the Alliance.

Not destroying the beasts when they were at their weakest, allowing them to grow into a force capable of rivaling the Alliance, was the worst move the Alliance made.

That day, we left the alliance, but the alliance could not leave us either.

The demand for trade between us and the Alliance remains strong, and the Kul Tiras fleet is one of the foundations of our survival.

Thus, my ambition to become the ruler of Kul Tiras took root in my despair.

I've had enough of their...the cowardice of Catherine and Tanred and her son!

In front of Catherine, I maintained our superficial relationship and never revealed anything for many years. We are good sisters who are connected by a tragic fate.

As I continue my work day by day... and take the opportunity to expand the Ashvane family business.

What disgusts me most is that loyalty maintained by money does not meet my requirements, and I still cannot shake Proudmoore's absolute rule over Kul Tiras.

Admiral, commander-in-chief of the navy, what a coveted position, I want to get it. With the whole country's strength, revenge from Kul Tiras is not far away.

Of course, my efforts are not without reward. Those who work must gain something. It’s just that the fruits of my labor went to a place I didn’t want them to go.

Kul Tiras cannot do without me and everything I have worked so hard to create, and I have also received some unexpected support.

The Naga are very interested in us Kul Tiras, and I became Azshara's spokesperson... a collaborator, and when I get what I want, an alliance... Merchants drive out interests, and the same is true for me who controls the wealth of Kul Tiras.

Time passed quietly again, until the day I discovered Azerite, I finally realized that I was about to get what I wanted.

I assigned my researchers from various disciplines to develop weapons of incredible power for me... Kul Tiras led by Katherine may fall behind, but I, Priscilla Ashvane, will not fall behind.

The pirate, Harlan Sweete, is very greedy and very stupid, and he is the puppet I support.

The Irontide Pirates were a casual move on my part, my last stand in the corrupt power struggle of Kul Tiras.

The Proudmoore mother and son turned Freehold into a gathering place for evil pirates again, and the loss of the secret control over it made me laugh.

The idea that pirates could be easily eliminated by the navy and the good situation built by our ancestors generation after generation was completely reversed in less than 20 years.

Not long after I developed the advanced weapons, something even more surprising happened to me. Good news came to me one after another.

The heir apparent of Kul Tiras, Prince Tanred, is missing, as is the Kul Tiran fleet.

Plus, Drustvar is in chaos, and Stormsong... is just Azshara's lackey!

I will take them back again, with our Kul Tiran artillery, artillery made of Azerite, a precious strategic resource!

Not long after, Jaina Proudmoore finally returned home, willing to admit the crimes she had committed and accept the trial she deserved!

I have waited for this day for too long. Catherine abandoned her, and I will send someone to send her to the forbidden land... If the legend is correct, someone will go to pick her up... No one who has entered there has ever come back alive.

At this time, I ordered my subordinates to start harassing Kul Tiras... The Horde came, and so did the Quillboar, Troggs, and Nagas.

The potential crisis in Drustvar and Stormsong Valley is about to reach its climax, and my side is no exception. I am aware of the potential crisis in Tiragarde Sound. The feast has begun.

The result of this feast surprised and excited me.

There are reports of victory everywhere... Daelin's Gate has fallen, and Proudmoore can no longer be suppressed... I know that Katherine will not do this.

Unfortunately... happy moments are always short-lived. An unknown person, Taelia, Taelia Fordragon, the daughter of a paladin.

She and that brat, and the alliance Cyrus took in... The alliance that came looking for us only because they needed us... The cunning and abominable paladins, the mages... They found enough evidence.

Now that I am about to legally take over the command of the navy, which I have been thinking about day and night... Goodbye, Catherine, I can only take everything I want by force.

No one can stop me from completing the revenge of the Kul Tirans. I have found enough troops and weapons that I have carefully prepared.

Taking advantage of the fact that Kul Tiras is in ruins, I sent troops everywhere to quell crises... It was a great opportunity to take advantage of the lack of defense in the capital Boralus. Here I come, with all my strength.

Not long after I arrived, a paladin appeared in front of me... Grand Duke Bolvar of Stormwind, he is not dead yet... In my memory, he is a slightly younger version of Fordragon.

As expected, my men and I captured him. The power of a single legendary paladin was too small in the face of the army.

He should be in a parallel world... Oh, thinking of this, I thought of High King Varian Wrynn, a hero and a weak king.

He should have been able to destroy the Horde, but was influenced by the hypocrisy of the Holy Light and let go... the orc warlock... the Broken Shore... how glorious it was!

The current war proves that in Azeroth, only one of the Alliance and the Horde can exist. Peace does not exist. We are enemies.

The port of Boralus, where I used to stroll with my husband, has flashed with brilliant holy light many times, and we seemed to hear their voices unwilling to submit to me.

Holy Light, Holy Light... When I prayed to you, you were unwilling to show miracles... But you shone among my enemies... With infinite warmth, your appearance only brought endless death and pain!

Bolvar Fordragon, the Holy Light you believe in cannot save you, just as the Holy Light could not save us when Kul Tiras was in danger.

We once believed in the Holy Light, but in the end it was the sea that helped us. We once believed in the sea, but the sea was Azshara's trap.

Holy Light... Bolvar, in the end, I will let your daughter see you die in front of her as the price for her youth and ignorance.

Whether you are the Bolvar from another world or the resurrected Bolvar, I will kill you. This is the price you and your daughter have paid for offending me, Priscilla Ashvane.

Now, even if you recognize me, it doesn't matter. Since the days of Theramore... only... Kul Tirans needed fat, to keep us strong enough.

I don't want to talk to you anymore, you dying man. My fleet is so close to Boralus... Plunder them, eliminate all those who resist me, my future Royal Navy!

"Lady Ashvane, there are enemies coming towards us, what should we do!"

When she was imagining the future, she was interrupted by her subordinates. Lady Ashvane angrily said to the interrogator: "Francis, do you still need to ask me about this?!"

"Fire and kill all the invading enemies. Their weapons are not as good as ours!"

"Our military strength far exceeds theirs by many times. Anyone who dares to block our path will die under our fierce artillery fire!"

Listening to Lord Ashvane's cursing, helmsman Francis still felt that nothing could be done, and no one in the surrounding fleets dared to fire.

Holy light, the enemy with endless golden light, many people are afraid of it... He doesn't dare, but there are many people who dare!

"My sailors, turn our cannons around and let this lone Paladin who has penetrated the deepest part of the enemy's territory have a taste of our artillery fire!"

The Dread Captain Lockwood, sword raised, shouted, bidding her sailors to move quickly.

Boom! Boom, boom, boom! One after another, powerful ammunition was fired from Lockwood's pirate ship at the lonely Paladin in the air.

At the same time, like her other subordinates, Lady Ashvane also heard the word "Paladin".

She couldn't help but feel angry again. Here comes a paladin...and you are actually afraid of a paladin!

"Paladin, are you the leader of these rebels?"

Lady Ashvane whispered as she looked at the paladin, who was like a little sun, enveloped in holy light and whose face could not be seen at all.

Next, she roared, "There's only one person, and you're actually afraid of him... Fire!"

"The false Holy Light and the self-proclaimed righteous Paladin are no match for us!"

"A man is here to die. Let us fulfill this hero's wish!"

"Everyone, get moving! Fire, fire!"

With Lockwood and other pirates firing first, and with the reminder from their leader, the pirates who were originally afraid of the holy light began to take action.

Therefore, most of the artillery belonging to the Ashvane fleet was aimed at the hypocritical paladin. Boom, the sound of continuous artillery fire.

"Even with such a powerful holy light, he is just an ant that we can easily crush to death!"

Looking at the paladin buried by the artillery fire, Lady Ashvane laughed loudly while holding her round, greasy belly.

I've had enough of you nosy Paladins. I seriously don't have any more patience!

This is the fate of the fanatics who believe in the Holy Light... This will also be the fate of all those who oppose me.

After venting her emotions, she pointed to Boralus in the distance and shouted again: "Attack, and destroy all those who resist us."

"This land belongs to us, everything belongs to us!"

With the encouragement of Lady Ashvane, the small boat vanguards around the fleet and the airdrop troops on the fleet were all ready.

They seemed to be on stimulants, laughing and shouting slogans of various fleets, heading towards their looting destination...the land of the future.

"Bovar Fordragon, did you see that?"

Pulling open the cloth covering Grand Duke Bolvar's mouth, Lady Ashvane pointed to the place where the paladin disappeared and said, "The holy light you believe in is only a flash in the pan."

"You are wrong, Priscilla...The Holy Light is a symbol, a symbol of our beliefs!"

Looking at his acquaintance who looked at him with contempt, Bolvar responded loudly.

Even though he couldn't figure out what was going on, Bolvar's belief would not fall!

"Haha, I really hope you can maintain this state of mind later."

Without paying any more attention to Bolvar, Lady Ashvane turned her head and looked into the distance, and saw... an acquaintance hidden deep in her memory.

If she hadn't seen him today, she might have already forgotten what the person in front of her looked like.

"Pirate, what's wrong with you? Are you surprised to see me?"

Arthas smashed a few watermelons with a hammer, untied Bolvar's shackles and asked the ambitious man.

I am the son-in-law of the sea. With the blessing of the sea's daughter, my mirror image and I split into two groups.

"Arthas Menethil, no matter what, you and he will die here today!"

"Priscilla Ashvane, do you really think you can keep us?"

Picking up Bolvar, Arthas smashed through the deck with a hammer and threw Bolvar into the portal opposite him.

Nodding to the lady across from him, Arthas turned to Lady Ashvane and said, "Very good, there are no others around us."

Silently summoning the crown, Arthas chose the power of the earth, and his figure gradually transformed into that of a dark king.

His eyes shone with blue light, and his cloak of the Dark King fluttered in the wind... A magic sword emitting cold light appeared in the Lich King's hand.

The moment the pirates around him saw the rune sword, they felt as if their souls were pierced by a huge ice cube, and their whole bodies were cold.

The moment he appeared, the wooden deck under his feet began to freeze, and snowflakes were floating in the sky... and in a small area, they were falling from above his head.

Feeling that there were pirate sailors below who dared to touch his hammer, the Lich King raised Frostmourne and said coldly: "Come, I will turn... your bodies into ice!"