The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The next day, the bright sun slowly rose, meaning that Kul Tiras had a good sleep and started a new day.

This morning, Union Square in Boralus was packed with people, and it looked and sounded very lively.

"Lord Kennings, you are here too."

"Yes, Lord Norvington, since you are coming to Boralus, then of course I must come too!"

The two white-haired Kul Tiran nobles stood face to face, expressing their gratitude to each other for being here.

Lord Kennings teased: "I thought you were still guarding your stable and didn't have the time to pay attention to the situation in Boralus!"

Adius Norwington responded loudly: "Brother, look at what you are saying!"

"I didn't expect you, who had been hiding in the mountains and not caring about the world, would leave the camp last night to support Boralus."

Finally, the two smiled at each other, opened their arms and hugged each other.

They were exhausted after a whole night last night, but they saw each other just when they were about to go to rest.

I thought it was just the same body shape, but I didn’t expect to wake up with a good sleep... Hey, it turns out to be you, old man!

In front of these two old guys...a few groups of people away, a blond and energetic young man was a little afraid of the black-haired uncle in front of him.

He said timidly: "Uncle, I..."

Seeing his little nephew grow so big in the blink of an eye, Brutus said: "Brannon, you are the future Lord Stormsong."

"I thought your timid nature as a child would not affect your future, but I never expected that you... Alas, this is fate."

"No more depressing words from Uncle, Brannon Stormsong!"

Brannon couldn't help but tremble because of Brutus's shout. He was really afraid of Lord Stormsong.

"Alas! Stand tall, sons of Stormsong!"

"Take up your responsibilities and do your job well. Our Stormsong family will depend on you in the future."

Brannon straightened his chest when he heard what his uncle, Lord Stormsong, said, but he felt only bitterness in his heart.

Is there a possibility that no matter how hard I try, our Stormsong family will become history?

What's more, people like me understand our responsibilities, but are a little afraid to do things.

I'm not sure if I can revive House Stormsong. It all depends on whether there will be opportunities in the future.

"Forget it. Being timid has its advantages."

Turning to look at his wife beside him, Brutus said, "Dessucil, give Brannon a copy of your newly revised Tide Tome."

Ignoring her husband's demanding hand, Desuisil pulled out a light blue book and placed it in front of Brannon.

She cleared her throat and said, "Uh-huh, nephew, please keep it."

"This is completely different from the ones of the K'thir group. It is a new book for us to break through the abyss and understand ourselves."

Brannon swallowed and looked at the book with ripples in front of him. He didn't dare to reach out to take it. There was only fear in his heart.

Even grandpa couldn’t escape, so how can you, the second generation from another world, escape?

He didn't believe it at all and didn't want to touch such a dangerous thing.

At Anglepoint Pier, he would never forget everything that his most trusted Brother Conway had done for him and the people of the pier.

At this time, an old man with dark skin and black hair from the Mediterranean Sea, who looked like a strong man, came here. He must be an ascetic monk.

He spoke for Brannon: "My Lord, please don't embarrass Brannon."

"The shadow of K'thir has always been hovering over each of our heads. It is our lingering nightmare."

Hearing this from an acquaintance of his, a gray-haired acquaintance, Brutus said, "Pike, Brother Pike."

Just after he finished speaking, Brutus grabbed Brother Pike and said, "Storm's End, you have made good corrections."

"I didn't expect that you would be the one who defeated me in the end. That's great."

"K'thir should be destroyed. I completely agree with your approach. You corrected our Tidesage's mistakes in a timely manner."

Brother Pike didn't know what to say to Lord Stormsong.

Based on our brief exchange earlier, our histories have similarities as well as differences.

I don’t know whether the mistake has been completely corrected, but I only know one thing, “you” don’t have that many hands prepared.

After thinking for a moment, Pike said, "My Lord, can you lend me this book?"

"Of course, Brother Pike."

Pike opened the first page of the rippled blue book, his eyes lit up, he opened the second page, frowned, opened... the seventh page, and closed the "Scripture" of Haichao.

Forcing a smile, Pike returned the book and said, "My Lord, I understand."

However, when Brutus saw Pike's expression, he took the Bible and read the second page...until the seventh page, and then he closed the Bible like Pike did.

"Oops. Sorry, sorry."

After a casual thought, Desuhil understood why the two were like this, and took back the "Scripture" embarrassedly.

"Brother Pike, you have to be considerate of me."

"We are only a short distance away from defeating the evil god... I really don't have much time to revise the new scriptures."

It was Brother Pike who was shouting, but Dessuhil was looking at Pluto with a half-smile.

The two young men watched the three people silently. Morgana and Brannon held each other's right hands and understood each other's difficulties.

"Marshal Reed, June Cleardawn reports to you!"

cried June Clearyon solemnly, seeing young Everly.

In her opinion, Marshal Reed is not only her mentor, but also her reliable marshal.

Although at Waycrest Manor, while Lord Waycrest was... a very special and unexpected situation had occurred, she felt honored to meet the young Marshal...

A solemn, deep male voice sounded, and Everly returned the greeting solemnly: "Marshal Cleardon, there is no need to be so formal."

"For Drustvar, we work hard and are not afraid of sacrifice. You have done well."

Ever since he met Lucia Waycrest, who was nearly thirty years old, in Thros and she saw his appearance, Avery knew what his future would be.

He died for Lucia and Drustvar. He believed that his other self would never be afraid and would even be willing to accept this fate calmly.

Maybe the other him would just blame himself for not doing something well...blame himself for not protecting or hurting Lucia.

Thinking of a question, little Lucia curiously asked her other self: "Mature me, what does your falcon look like?"

With a slight smile, Big Lucia asked back, "Young me, what would your falcon look like?"

Hearing this, little Lucia pouted and said, "You guys keep so many things from me every day, and you won't tell me anything at all?"

"By the way, don't you take the cloak behind me seriously?"

"I am now the legitimate heir of Lord Waycrest. What do you think, future lord?"

After showing off the cloak with the family emblem that she had specially put on, little Lucia wanted to hear more from her older self.

It was the first time for her to see that even when the war had reached her doorstep, there were still so many things that needed to be hidden.

She asked herself honestly, she couldn't be like her sister Jaina and not be interested in these things.

Shouldn't we just share our experiences with "future generations" and tell them not to repeat the same mistakes without even thinking about it... or say it in a more euphemistic way?

"My younger self, without the cloak, is still the natural heir of Drustvar."

Lifting her chin, Big Lucia looked at her younger self and said, "Well... you want me to reveal more, right?"

Nodding with a grin, little Lucia looked towards her older self expectantly, her dark eyes sparkling.

Lucia smiled as well, and whispered in her ear, "Honey, are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?"

Little Lucia glared at Big Lucia in dissatisfaction for asking herself if she was stupid.

"Although our experiences are a little different, but... without the cloak, you will also be the future Lord Waycrest."

"Your falcon, why do you want to pursue the same thing as me?"

"Becoming me... I don't think it's a good idea. The price is too high, and I'm afraid you can't bear it now."

Casually pressing down the head that was hitting her, Big Lucia raised her head and stretched out her hand, teasing Little Lucia as if she were playing with a toy.

"Alright, alright, you two are grown-ups, but you're still acting like kids."

Unable to bear watching his two daughters, one older and one younger, losing the demeanor of the Waycrest family, Meredith pulled the two girls apart.

"She is younger than you, can't you give her some room?"

Raising her hands, little Lucia looked proud, knowing that her mother loved her the most.

Giving her little daughter a special touch, Meredith reprimanded, "You're getting too complacent. I've been pampering you too much and letting you go too much lately!"

"She has experienced much more than you and is very knowledgeable. She is like your teacher. You should respect her."

Seeing a noise behind Little Lucia, Big Lucia also put on a proud face.

Who is afraid of who? Everyone is our mother’s good daughter!

Mothers are equal, it is unfair, and they don’t get enough.

"Lucia Waycrest, you are our pride."

"You are young, and you have been spoiled by us. You have been too deeply influenced by the wild girl who followed Proudmoore. It seems that you are not capable of being trained."

Arthur abandoned little Lucia who was raised in the wild and spoke seriously to big Lucia. These words came from his heart.

At this point, little Lucia was hit hard by all sides and pretended to be dissatisfied and sulky, becoming her adult self.

With Arthur's help, Big Lucia became even more proud, and the little herself could only envy herself now, after all... time might not be much.

On the other side, two people who were also pretending to be nice held hands and allowed their parents to watch and see if they were a good match.

"They are quite a match...very a match, Catherine. They are a perfect match made in heaven."

Priscilla was very satisfied to see that her son...daughter had conquered the Proudmoore boy who was afraid to face this relationship in just one night.

Although for some reason I didn't find the couple going on a date last night, but looking at the results, they are worthy of being my own children, and they have the same style as they did in their youth.

At least, that's what Priscilla thought. Although her daughter looked like Weeks, her eyes and abilities must be hers.

"Oh?"

He slowly inspected the two blond young men, looking at his dominant son, who was hugging his new girlfriend, holding hands.

Feeling that her son was finally leaving her, Catherine said, "They are indeed a perfect match, but it's a pity that you have to work hard for Priscilla... Find Meredith to keep in touch with her."

"Kids, after all, Meredith said she will make your future wedding dresses, but some price still needs to be paid."

"You can't let her imitate the other her and become someone that both of you hate."

Upon hearing this, Priscilla got angry. Everyone had agreed on this at the tea party, so how come it was me who got something for nothing?

Coming into this world, she has been accused of being another self, and she has had enough!