The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Child, are you ready to learn the ways of nature?"

Looking at the wrong old bear in front of him with a smile on his face, Arthas thought of a teacher he once had, who also said the same thing when he taught him.

Although his teacher Malfurion was unable to accurately guide his extraordinary talent, the word "waste" provided strong conditions for Arthas to create the power of waste.

In Northrend, in the Shadowlands, in Lordaeron, and in Kul Tiras, whenever Arthas developed a new way of squandering, he would thank Malfurion, Faol and others.

Ending his nostalgia, Arthas smiled and said, "Elder, I am ready to serve...Nature."

He deliberately changed the tone of his voice when speaking of the word "naturally", and rebuked a woman who was complaining, so that she could calm down.

But his resolute and confident look, as well as his tone which was far superior to that of ordinary druids and even comparable to that of some believers, were taken by the old bear as his determination.

Serving nature... We druids generally balance nature, protect nature, and follow the path of balance.

"Young landsman, I am Orfa the Great Thorntalker. I see your determination in your eyes."

"But...child, learning the ways of nature does not mean that you have to serve nature wholeheartedly."

Seeing that Arthas seemed to understand something, Orfa said, "Child, you are very smart and you understand it immediately."

"You don't need to believe in anything, nature will selflessly give us strength."

Hearing Orfa's praise, Arthas laughed even more happily, and his body gradually tilted downwards, turning into an ordinary black bear.

"My child, you have already mastered some of the ways of nature... I can only tell you one thing."

"You are not on the wrong path, but do you often feel a sense of restlessness in your heart now?"

The black bear Arthas nodded without saying anything, as if he was trying hard to control the animality... the wildness in his body.

Raising his bear paw and touching the self-taught high-level druid, Orfa instantly carved a dead leaf rune on Arthas' forehead.

Seeing the black bear in front of him relax after receiving treatment, Orfa said, "Child, whose blessing did you receive?"

Seeing Arthas shook his head, Orfa murmured, "Hmm? You really don't know their names."

"But, kid."

"Do you remember what the being in your dream looked like?"

Arthas's little black ears twitched, and he said, "Elder, He is everywhere, as if He is right beside me."

Hearing this, Orfa whispered, "Child, relax...relax and listen carefully to His voice."

"You must remember this feeling. He is watching you. The door to the dream world is right in front of you."

“Abandon all distractions, focus your attention, communicate with that being, and receive enlightenment.”

Closing his eyes, Arthas seemed to be trying to communicate with the invisible being.

It seemed that he understood Orfa's guidance and used his own unique method to find the Emerald Dream on his own.

Orfa was very pleased with this. In just a few minutes, the "believer" before him had broken through the barriers of faith and was about to become a druid who followed the ancient ways.

Instead of using the common method of the public, he mastered a unique method of entering the Emerald Dream in advance. Orfa seemed to see a bright future for the young druid in front of him.

There will always be some difficulties ahead of the genius on the road to light, and overcoming these difficulties is the genius... The genius's fur turned golden... Light... I have to go inside and take a look.

At this moment, Arthas, who had turned into a big golden bear, opened his small eyes filled with light and looked at the elder in front of him.

“Elder, I saw Him. He is right beside us.”

“He told me that if I sing His name, I will receive His blessing.”

“The wildness in my heart has been overcome by me, and I have received His revelation.”

After leaving the Emerald Dream and listening to Arthas' words, Orfa's expression was extremely complicated.

He had just gone to the Emerald Dream and saw nothing. There was not a single wild demigod nearby, not even a magical animal.

He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out, where did the young druid in front of him get the blessing from.

The natural power within the young druid was no match for the warm light he radiated.

Feeling, Orfa felt that this power was very familiar, like holy light... It was completely holy light, a blessing of holy light.

Although Orfa knew that mastering the power of nature and then learning another power would bring about some changes, it was the first time he had seen a druid's form being obtained by relying on another power.

Like them, the Thorn Speakers, balancing the forces of life and death... they are looking for a balance between life and death. With the blessing of the two local demigods of the wilderness, they have gained a special thorn-like form.

The young druid was not looking for balance at all. The power of holy light in him completely crushed his own natural power.

Holding back his surprise, Orfa said to the young druid who wanted to seek his help, "Child, you must learn to find the balance between Holy Light and nature."

"Your situation is unheard of by me, but the Thornspeakers have always sought the balance between life and death."

"You have outstanding talent. I may not be able to teach you anything, but the Thornspeaker may be able to give you some inspiration."

"I believe that when you find the balance between the two and become a legend... you will become a new Archdruid."

After expressing his hopes for the young druid, Orfa discovered that Arthas had regained his human form.

"Elder, my name is Arthas Menethil, and I believe in nature... the Holy Light."

Originally nodding, Orfa suddenly stopped and asked, "Wait, kid, what do you believe in?"

"Great Thorn Speaker, I believe in nature...holy light."

Great Thorntalker Orfa said in disbelief: "Arthas Menethil, can you say it again?"

"Master Orfa, I believe in the Holy Light of Nature, the Holy Light of Nature!"

As Arthas spoke out his beliefs loudly, Ulfa saw a golden light without any green suddenly shining from the young druid.

What the hell is serving nature? The landman in front of him is clearly a fanatic... This holy light, which, in Orfa's view, is extremely exclusive of other beliefs, can actually allow the landman to obtain the power of nature.

More on Holy Light and less on Nature, what kind of outrageous druid is this… Believers of Holy Light, aren’t you afraid that you will be labeled as cultists by superstitious believers and be burned at the stake?

Not wanting to talk to the landman in front of him, Orfa yelled in the direction of the bear car: "Arthur, Arthur Waycrest, come out quickly!"

I thought you were another druid with outstanding talents, but you told me that you believe in the holy light of nature... Who can you fool?

You are just a crazy believer in the Holy Light. It turns out that you have been teasing the old man and have no basic manners at all.

As Orfa's voice reached the bear car, the silencing spell that Jaina had been setting up was quietly disconnected and the silence was lifted in an instant.

Lord Waycrest, who was originally chatting animatedly with others in the bear cart, choked on the icy watermelon juice he had just drunk when he heard the familiar voice... choked.

"It's Mr. Orfa. What's going on? Could it be that Arthas has a conflict with him?!"

Without time to think, Arthur subconsciously said it out loud, opened the car door and left the bear car.

"Arthas Menethil, stop right now... Teacher Orfa, what do you want from me?"

To Arthur, it was just a bear... His mentor stood with Arthas and there was no conflict.

Suppressing his anger, Orfa said, "Arthur, why did you ask him to come to me?"

"Teacher Orfa, we are looking for you..."

Standing with his hands behind his back, Arthas looked at the night view in the distance and said, "Respected elder, Gorak Tul has returned."

"A hideous curse has spread across Drustvar, and a foul curse has spread across Thros."

"The evil Gorak Tul actually attacked the great Lord Waycrest and nearly killed him with illness."

"Zlos's hateful curse has taken root in Drustvar. The people of Drustvar are in endless crisis and could be in danger at any time."

At this time, a figure in green military uniform quietly came to Arthas' side, raised his hand and released an invisible spell for him.

Turning to look at the two men, one bear and one man, who had different expressions on their faces, Arthas pointed to the snow beneath his feet and said, "However, the return of Drust is only a small problem."

"The Burning Legion from outside our world is eyeing us covetously, and has sent their minions, the Scourge, to invade the world of Azeroth."

"The evil forces within our world are constantly dividing us. The servant of the Old God, K'thir, has appeared again, but this time the dragon army and the Titan guardians have turned a blind eye."

The moment Arthas pointed his finger at the ground, Jaina had already silenced his voice, leaving him talking to himself in the barrier with an expressionless face.

From the outside, it seemed that Arthas said nothing but had a serious face, wanting to discuss the issue of Gorak Tul with Orfa.

You are so immersed in the drama. Didn't you see that Gorak Tul has left Great Thornspeaker Ulfa dumbfounded?

We just dealt with N'Zoth yesterday. I don't believe that he won't spare some of his energy to keep an eye on us.

He has his eyes on our children, so keep your mouth shut.

Otherwise, if some weird forces enter the market prematurely, you will be in trouble.

In Jaina's barrier, Arthas also heard Jaina's words and remained silent.

When he thought that he was not in another world but in his own world, Arthas felt deeply guilty. The version was indeed too advanced.

Some weird forces cannot be easily defeated and seem to have extensive connections... He only dared to feel cold behind his back and did not want to deal with weird forces at all.

Now, he would rather fight the extremely angry, dark and cruel version of the Lich King Arthas for ten thousand years than deal with a "madman".

Outside the barrier, Jaina bowed respectfully to the giant thorn bear and said, "Respected Great Thorn Speaker, please leave him alone."

"He was hit on the head by a bear when he was a child, so he can't help but talk nonsense when he sees a bear."

"He has also encountered some bad things recently, which made him even more manic, and he almost couldn't control the wild heart in his body."

After hearing these words, Arthur and the others were thinking, it turns out that there is such gossip in Arthas... It's outrageous and it sounds like a lie.

In response to Orfa's slightly questioning look, Jaina changed the subject: "However, part of what he said is true."

"Zhros does have the Drust death magic. Lord Waycrest has verified this for us."

"Throth is filled with hatred and darkness of death. Those curses terrify us."

"Thanks to Uncle Arthur's help, otherwise we wouldn't be able to come back."

Throwing the question to Arthur, Jaina and Lucia slipped aside to discuss other things in a low voice, preparing to modify something.

Watching the two women with special talents leave, Orfa turned to Arthur and asked, "Arthur, is what this person favored by the elements said true?"

Arthur didn't understand when his niece, who was about to become a great wizard, became a person favored by the elements, but he put aside his distracting thoughts and smiled helplessly.

Sighing, Arthur said, "Teacher Orfa, what Jaina said is true."

"There is a high probability that Gorak Tul is in Thros. At the same time, Thros is the source of the influence on our land of Drustvar."

"Thros is a part of our Kul Tiras in the Emerald Dream. Although it is sealed away, the darkness it hides does frighten me."

After confirming that the news was correct, Orfa said in a deep voice: "So, Arthur, are you here to ask me for help?"

Nodding, Arthur said, "Teacher Orfa, six of us have been to Thros, with little success."

"Arthur, Thros is a forbidden place. Where did you get there from?"

"The Seal of Thros is unbreakable. It was a seal that we and our allies put in place with great pains."

"If Gorak Tul is in Thros, then how did you get through without the evil power of my former compatriots, the sorcerers of the Drust?"

"You don't have the ability to unlock the seal of Gor'inas... the revelation of the Holy Light."

"Whatever the revelation, Arthur, we can't just believe it blindly."

No matter how much Orfa thought, he couldn't figure out how Arthur and the others got to Thros.

He felt the power of the six people in front of him. No one's power could break through the giant tree of the Crimson Forest and the seal of Gorinas.

Drust's power of death has long disappeared from this world, and many things were destroyed by the Waycrest family, as well as him and his dead compatriots.

What's more, he, Orfa, did understand the Drust's death magic, but he didn't do it.

In his long memory, if Arthur and the others hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten the knowledge hidden deep in his mind.

Only the unexpected power of holy light and the tenacious force of nature in Arthas made him doubt.

Taking the skull from Jaina, Arthur placed it in front of Orfa and said, "Teacher Orfa, this is what I brought back from Thros."

"I am sure there must be traces of Drust in Thros. This artifact is not very old."

"If there really are no other people in Zlos, then it is impossible for such a thing to exist in Zlos, a legendary dead land."

While Orpha was looking at the blue skull in deep thought, Arthur reluctantly took a small broken rune stone, which was surrounded by a black and white aura of death.

"This is... we destroyed an evil formation and took away the foundation stone of the formation."

"Because there are too many rune stones like this, we are afraid of accidents, so we only took... Wait a moment, Mr. Orfa."

Taking out a small piece of the broken battle axe, Arthur could feel its heaviness and even the boundless resentment in it, which was directed specifically at one person.

He couldn't believe it at all. Arthas was so brave in the naval battle. What kind of terrible opponent would he face alone when Thros and the others left?

With a bitter look on his face, Arthur held up the fragment and said, "We took it from an axe... a great axe. It may be the weapon of Gorak Tul's subordinates."

"This means that the resentful souls of the war did not go to the other side of the dead. They may be wandering in Thros."

Looking at Jaina, who was doing something with Lucia, and seeing her taking out a bone fang from her ring, Orfa shook his head at Arthur.

Great Thorntalker Ulfa said solemnly: "Jaina, you should be Jaina Proudmoore."

"Child, if you have anything, just take it out directly. Don't take it one by one."

"I understand what you said. It seems that the seal of Thros is not strong enough. Drustvar... is indeed as you said. The crisis has come."

Hearing this, Jaina's little hand holding Broken Tooth stopped in the air. Lucia couldn't help but push Jaina, asking her to reply quickly.

"Alas!" With a long sigh, Orfa said, "I will help you, Gorak Tul... We must put an end to him."

Deep in Orfa's memory, objects that were extremely familiar to him appeared before his eyes one by one, and he had seen the reality clearly.

He originally thought that Gorak Tur had long been dead in some deep forest or underground cave in Drustvar, but based on the evidence, Orfa was now 100% sure that Gorak Tur was in Thros.

"I didn't expect that prophecy would come true. We all underestimated him."

With a creaking sound, a stone emitting black and white ink-like light was thrown by Jaina in front of Orfa and sank directly into the snow.

"Orfa, my old friend, you underestimated me!"

"Gorak Tul! How dare you leave Thros!"