The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Ashvane's pirate fleet can no longer be called a fleet; the pirates are no longer united.

After several failures and facing the elite alliance members who were as ferocious as lions, the remaining pirates spontaneously split into several groups and fought on their own.

"Roar! Kill! I want you to die... Kill... I... can still..."

There was not much defense, only attack, as if pain didn't matter. These pirates were too bloodthirsty to think and would not stop until they died.

“Plop! Plop! Plop!!”

Fighting while retreating, or directly jumping into the sea, trying their best to survive, these pirates know that the outcome is already decided and their lives cannot be entrusted here. Those who are willing to surrender should just go and accept trial.

"Admiral... No! Daelin Proudmoore is dead!"

"I saw it with my own eyes... Admiral... I failed Kul Tiras..."

"My lord, I am willing to surrender and accept the judgment of Kul Tiras law!"

After recognizing the admiral, some pirates were subdued in hysterics, some pirates could not accept it and collapsed, some pirates put down their weapons and raised their hands, and some...

"Surrender? Bullshit! It was your alliance that abandoned us first!"

"Kul Tiras has always been a supporter of the Alliance of Lordaeron, not a pawn of the dirty politicians above you guys!"

“Return to the alliance… We don’t want to return to the current alliance… I was wrong, but do you dare to say that you didn’t do anything wrong?!”

Some pirates loudly denounced the Alliance's attempt to surrender, saying that at least their original intention of joining Lady Ashvane's camp was for the good ideals they once shared.

"We left our hometown and became pirates. We have been prepared for this day."

"For the dream of freedom and for the friends I made on my journey across the ocean, I have no regrets!"

"Give me a quick death. I was born for plundering and I will die for plundering!"

Some pirates have already made up their minds. No matter whether they were attracted by the story, brainwashed or controlled by other factors and became pirates, they at least think so and do so now.

"The tide is rising, Kul Tiras has finally sent someone to rescue us!"

"Praise the Holy Light, I can finally escape from this dark place!"

"Merciful Mother Earth, I am finally saved!"

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Of course, there are also some innocent "coolies" in the Ashvane pirate fleet who are forced to do all kinds of dirty work. Perhaps some of these people have sunk into the abyss without a trace.

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In just a few minutes, the situation of the Ashvane Pirate Fleet became increasingly desolate, with all kinds of human behavior displayed everywhere in the fleet. They had been completely defeated, but there were still some Ashvane pirates who still posed a certain threat.

"Follow me for Lady Ashvane!"

"Don't let them pass, defend this place!"

"Kill the traitors along with the invaders!"

With morale and goals, they resolutely carry out the orders of Lady Ashvane and find ways to deal with elite enemies. The pirate warriors are willing to die for Lady Ashvane.

The Ashvane Death Squad is the backbone of the Ashvane Pirates. They are responsible for receiving orders from Lady Ashvane, instructing their subordinates to implement strategic operations, supervising battles, and delivering messages, among other tasks.

Unfortunately, Mathias brought a weapon that could restrain some of the assassins.

"Warriors...we have failed. Surrender."

"Don't make any more meaningless sacrifices. The name of Ashvane... is our only remaining glory. You have done enough."

"Everyone, pay attention! She is not Lady Ashvane, she is an impostor from the Alliance!"

Although some of the assassins were successfully persuaded to surrender by the "Image of Lady Ashvane", most of them did not take it seriously. They were only loyal to Lady Ashvane, the real Priscilla Ashvane in their hearts.

"Borarus belongs to Lady Ashvane, and Kul Tiras belongs to Ashvane!"

However, at this time, a majestic female voice resounded everywhere.

"That's enough. The Lady Ashvane you serve has been captured by us!"

"Put down your weapons and surrender. You have already lost!"

Her voice could be heard by all the Ashvane pirates gathered together on this sea battlefield to fight back.

At the same time, Dessuhil brought an elven ranger, a human warrior, and the humiliated Lady Ashvane, riding a sea elemental mount and flew over the heads of the Ashvane pirates.

In addition to this slightly larger sea element, four giant sea elementals also surrounded this place, and an extremely heavy aura instantly pressed towards them.

Seeing the scene suddenly quiet down, Tanred said to the unwilling fat woman: "Lady Ashvane, are you still unwilling to accept the fact of failure?"

"I can tell you clearly that we have already repelled the Naga invasion."

"We came to deal with you because we quickly defeated the Naga, the allies you mentioned."

"If you still have any respect for the honor of House Ashvane, please put an end to this farce... Enough is enough."

Lady Ashvane sneered at Tanred's words and said, "Boy, the glory you mentioned is not worth mentioning, and the farce you mentioned is no joke."

"For the glory you mentioned, those heroes who fought against the orcs... those navy heroes who were ruthlessly abandoned by you and your sons, should die?!"

"How many people cried at home because of the farce you mentioned... and yet today, we have to watch helplessly as our enemies arrive at our doorstep!"

The more she thought about it, the more indignant she became, and the more excited she spoke, the more Lady Ashvane used facts from the past and present to cover up her "failure" and whitewash her "failure."

If she really did it just for the country and for the souls of the heroes who died in battle, then everything she has done over the years has already gone against her original intention. How different is she from the enemies she calls herself?

He used high-sounding excuses to cover up the dirty and pretentiousness in the darkness, but he still couldn't get rid of his desires, he still went against his original intentions, and he still couldn't accept the reality... He was just a failed ambitious man.

"It started twelve years ago, when Jaina Proudmoore betrayed Kul Tiras!"

"It started twelve years ago when you and Catherine inherited the position of the Navy Commander and shouted slogans of revenge!"

"It is destined... there will be someone like me, except that my final outcome is failure!"

After hearing these words, Tan Ruide kept silent and thought, without refutation, but just sighed: "Alas..."

"Oh? Aren't you the Tanred Proudmoore I know?"

"That's right, he and the others are still trapped in the storm and can't go home."

“Hahahahaha! You’re just like those righteous fools in the alliance. You come straight to me without even investigating the reasons!”

"You don't even understand what the orcs have done to us over the years, let alone what Kul Tiras is like now!"

Lady Ashvane suddenly turned to look at the warriors loyal to her, waved her hand and shouted, "Warriors, lay down your weapons."

"We have failed, that is an indisputable fact."

"What I gave you...if you're still alive...I swear, you'll be alive."

"They only want me...

Taking advantage of the opportunity to vent her dissatisfaction on Tanred, Lady Ashvane finally ordered her men to surrender.

In less than a moment, there were continuous noises at the scene, such as the clanging of weapons falling or the dull thud of people kneeling to the ground.

One of them, Prius, raised the white flag on behalf of everyone, saying that the current Lady Ashvane was real and they were willing to obey.

Looking up at Lady Ashvane, who looked like she was at your mercy, Dessuhil said, "Ashvane... the fat lady."

"Your conscience is still there, but your ambition... you can't control it."

"We will leave here eventually. Let them judge your life...everything about you."

Smiling, Lady Ashvane said, "Tidesage, it seems you and I are very familiar with each other!"

"Stormsong is nothing more than an apostle of the abyss."

"For the sake of the relationship between you and me, I have one last piece of advice for you."

"The Abyss cannot be trusted. Its appetite is extremely large."

Shaking his head, Desuhil said, "The abyss, before we came to this world."

"Those two kids have helped us seal Him. My faith is in the sea, not the abyss."

At this time, four Alliance warriors arrived here, and Lady Ashvane fell silent.

Finally, she still thought that neither the ocean nor the holy light favored her, and she could only rely on herself in desperate situations.

Seeing the person coming, Desuhil reached out and rubbed Lady Ashvane's face and said, "Well, fat girl, I wish you a pleasant stay in Tol Dagor."

After putting Lady Ashvane down and waving goodbye to her, Desuhil flew to their own people with Tanred and Vereesa.

When they came to the acquaintance, she and Vereesa wanted to take out the things... but they found that not only did they not take the things, but the two people who were most likely to have taken the things were left there.

"My son, you have grown up."

"Father, you are getting younger."

At this moment, the two participants in the father-son hug said at the same time: "Huh?"

Yes, Varian and Anduin's conversation channels are obviously not on the same frequency. They each speak their own language.

When Varian saw his grown-up son, he only felt that times had changed. The little one in the family had become a king on the other side, and he was in good spirits.

Embracing his resurrected father, Anduin was surprised that the scar on his father's face had disappeared and his strength had decreased a lot. In addition, his father even had a Saramaine on his waist?!

"Anduin, I am not High King Varian. I am just a Varian who is striving to become a qualified king."

Understanding the young man's doubts, Varian let go of Anduin and took out a photo from the ring on his left hand to show him the truth.

Seeing the blond boy studying hard, Anduin couldn't help scratching his head: "Father, he seems to study much harder than me."

"When I was young, I didn't seem to be as hardworking as him."

After hearing this, Varian felt embarrassed and thought he had taken the wrong photo.

He spread his hands and said, "Anduin, actually... this is all my fault. I am a useless father."

"In my world, about three or four days ago, he didn't... Stop, stop, stop, Tiffin!"

Pulling Varian away, Tiffin said, "I'm sorry, Anduin, Mom was too strict with you."

Seeing Tiffin's appearance clearly, Anduin suddenly reached into his pocket and just touched the compass.

Feeling the pressure from his mother, Anduin withdrew his hand expressionlessly and said with a forced smile: "Mother, I'm sure he will understand your painstaking efforts."

"Anduin Wrynn will surely live up to your expectations and become the best son in your heart."

As Anduin slowly changed his words and complied with Tiffin, he felt cold sweat on his back, wondering if the mother in front of him was a little strange.

Black Dragon Onyxia... In many ways, Lady Prestor does look like her mother, who almost overthrew Stormwind...

No matter how I look at the mother in front of me, I can tell that it is my mother... Katrina... Why do I feel that the way she looks at me is... Is she schizophrenic?