The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Orfa, you are too foolish and will only lead us Drust to destruction."

"Only I, Gorak Tul, King of the Drust, can lead the Drust back."

The sound of breaking snow was heard, and under the surprised eyes of Jaina and Lucia, the bear's paws and body successively pierced through the Drust floating in the air, and Orfa pounced into the snow as thick as a small mountain.

From calm to doubt, from doubt to anger, from anger to surprise, from... often you only need to move your hands lightly, practice it yourself, and test the truth.

"Old man, do you think you can defeat me alone?"

"Your ineffective attacks and your ineffective spells have no effect on me!"

Regardless of what the "realistic" mirror image said, Orfa turned to look at Jaina and said, "Proudmoore's little brat, stop your mischief."

The mirror image raised his hand and said, "After more than two thousand years, I have finally waited for this moment today."

The Great Thorntalker stared at the girl next to Jaina and said, "Lucia Waycrest, some things are not worth learning, let alone touching."

Feeling the elder's scrutiny, Lucia blushed and put her hands behind her back a little shyly.

If she had known this situation earlier, she would never have done such a thing with Jaina.

The "troublemaking" was discovered, and so quickly. Orfa's words hit the heart directly.

The mirror pointed to the empty space in the beast's den and said, "Your magic has not improved at all, you old man who is lingering on."

"If you want war, then we ..."

Picking up the special stone with embarrassment, Jaina put the blame on herself and said, "Respected Great Thorntalker, please forgive my intrusion."

"I'm just afraid you don't believe it, because...it's related to my experience."

"I often...many people don't understand my ideas, so I can only provide enough evidence to prove my ideas."

Tears suddenly flashed in her eyes, and Jaina seemed like a princess with a heavy responsibility, a princess who was doing everything she could to save her country from danger for the sake of her country and her people.

Her voice was not just serious, but solemn and apologetic. She said, "I am the princess of Kul Tiras. I cannot watch a horrific crisis enter my kingdom without scruples."

"I think we have to root out the crisis before it grows into a giant tree, without mercy."

"I don't want to see that unstoppable and irreversible disaster happen, Master Orfa."

"Please understand my difficulties. My father is too stubborn and refuses to help me."

Using Daelin as a shield, Jaina looked at the people around her and said, "I have been looking for people with aspirations, and only the Waycrest family is willing to support me."

"In order to find the clues I discovered from history, and to get more clues, we unanimously decided to go to the last hall of the Knights of Embers, Golwa to read the historical materials."

His ears twitched, and Orfa nodded, picking up the fragment of the axe that Arthur had placed on the ground, and placed it in front of him to examine it carefully.

"Not long ago, Uncle Arthur took us through the historical path of Drustvar, Gol Oshig."

"Deep beneath the earth, I witnessed firsthand the past of Drustvar... Kul Tiras, and my suspicions came true."

"Gorak Tul is not dead. He is somewhere in Kul Tiras, plotting his evil plans to overthrow us all."

As he walked out of the silent barrier, the invisible barrier behind Arthas automatically disappeared.

He had endless fantasies about Jaina, a woman who was concerned about the country and the people, and whose emotions and expressions were passionate, and he even felt a lot of pressure in his heart.

After all, it was he who messed with Ulfa's mentality and almost ruined Jaina's plan.

However, he was puzzled by Orfa's research on the axe fragments. What was there to study about the weapon of a resentful spirit?

"Through in-depth research on historical murals, we finally found a shocking secret buried in the murals."

"Not only has Thros been invaded by the Beyond, it has also become a paradise for the dead, the land of the thousand-year-old Drust spirits."

"Alexander Waycrest managed to find them before his death, but unfortunately passed away as a result."

When they heard Jaina mention the ancestor, Waycrest, Reed and the other three closed their eyes. His body could indeed not be found, but you couldn't make it up.

Then, Lucia said: "The ancestor prepared everything before his death... Unfortunately, no one can find it later."

Then, Jaina continued: "It wasn't until recently that we finally found the truth."

Jaina was very happy that someone was willing to take the initiative to keep up with her pace. Finally, someone reliable had come.

The next second, the two sisters said together: "The ghosts who are still obsessed with Drustvar and Kul Tiras are always wandering in Thros."

"Why is our land so barren? Even with the help of the Thornspeaker, the land can only barely sustain farming and be self-sufficient for the time being."

"The Red Forest emanates an evil curse. Gor Inas is where Thros was sealed, and from this point on, the evil has never been eradicated."

At this moment, Jaina stepped back and Lucia spoke alone: ​​"We successfully reached Thros through the one-time passage left by our ancestors."

"We found these things and fled from Thros in a hurry because our power was not enough to quell the crisis in Thros."

With Jaina's example, Lucia already knew what to say next.

Like her sister, she displayed her passion, causing Orfa's ears to twitch again and his eyes to brighten as he looked at the fragments.

Seeing that the Great Thorn Speaker was in agreement, Lucia said, "Respected Great Thorn Speaker, I, Lucia Waycrest, would like to obtain your help."

"Please help us to end this thousand-year-old feud, please..."

Injecting the dark black and white power of death into the axe fragments, Orfa said: "Little Lucia, it is better to ask yourself than to ask me for help."

In the blink of an eye, Orpha let out a low roar and turned from a thorny bear into an old little giant who was several heads taller than Lucia.

For Arthas, who was less than six feet tall, the old man in front of him, who was more than five meters tall, was so tall that even two of him stacked together could not even reach his height. He looked up at him.

Yawning, Orfa threw the fragment into the air, raised his hand and pointed, and a beam of black and white rays filled with the power of death were injected into it.

As the power of death continued to infuse, some people...the figures of little giants emerged.

Seeing some familiar figures just above his head, Orfa clapped his hands and sighed, "You have hidden a lot of things from me, which really surprised me."

"The Drust in Zloth are not possible... I now know that you have already fought against them and won an unexpected victory."

"But what on earth did you do to make their resentment last forever?"

Seeing the familiar look, Orfa frowned and said, "Although these resentments have been...purified...and harmless? But they are indeed resentments."

"They seem to only be resentful towards two of you...mainly one person. It's very strange."

"Even if it's the strongest among you, you can't kill... kill a chicken so quickly... I can feel the overwhelming hatred from my compatriots."

"A paladin...a paladin...among you?!"

Looking at the fearless paladin, Orfa said, "Arthas, what did you do to make them hate you so much?"

"I tried to send them to the world of the dead, but they hurt me with axes and clubs instead."

Lifting the holy contract at his waist, Arthas flipped it open and said, "Master Orfa, I had no choice but to do this."

"The Holy Light of Nature has shown such mercy to mankind, why do they resist its power so much!"

The shining holy light appeared again, rushing towards the Drust figures in the air, as if to purify them.

The fragments that were already on the verge of collapse due to Orfa's infusion were completely shattered by the harmless stimulation of the holy light and gradually turned into ashes... The flying snow covered it.

After completing the unexpected mission of salvation, Arthas took back the covenant as if nothing had happened before.

Seeing this, Orfa closed his eyes and felt it, then slowly said, "There is no... harm... not even any treatment."

"It just brings warmth and light. It doesn't seem strange that you have the power of nature in you."

"Your path is so strange. I wonder how much of a shock it will bring to your enemies when you become a legend."

Opening his eyes and finishing his thoughts, Orfa placed one hand on his shoulder and shook his arms back and forth repeatedly, loosening his muscles and bones, and his body made crackling sounds.

After removing the emerald glow from his eyes, Orfa looked at them and said, "I understand your demands, and I will be with you."

"But I have three ways to deal with Gorak Tul. Do you want to hear them?"

The other six people except Orfa nodded. With the help of the Great Thorn Speaker, they were more confident in their actions.

Extending his right hand towards Arthur and the others, Orfa pressed down his thumb and said, "First, I will take you to Zlos now."

"If the things you brought are not fake, then the remaining souls of Zlos should not have much resistance."

"Gorak Tul is the only one who might stand a chance against us... We could send them to the realm of the dead, to accept the fate they have been trying to avoid for so many years."

Sanwei Kress-Reed silently agreed with this plan.

With these three powerful "legends" by your side, going to Thros is just like fighting the Drust Wraiths again. There is really nothing to be afraid of.

As for Arthas and Jaina, they shook their heads wildly, indicating that they would not accept this plan, as it might result in loss of life.

Pressing down his index finger, Orfa looked down at the two children who were shaking their heads and said, "It seems that you have deceived me. Then we only have two options."

"Although I still don't know what kind of experiences you all have, you are indeed not lying about some things."

After taking a step forward and pressing down his middle finger, Orfa looked up and said, "Zlos has been corrupted, corrupted by the power of death."

"We need elite troops. First of all, we need to ensure that there are at least six legends in the team... normal legendary combat power."

"Secondly, only those with Grandmaster-level combat power or above can go with us, and there must be at least a hundred people."

"Finally, we must make up for the team's shortcomings... on the battlefield, so that we can survive as long as possible and reduce the damage to the Seal of Thros."

Orfa was very satisfied with the six help seekers who were immersed in thought. At least they were not arrogant.

The evidence they provided is very sufficient, so our subsequent preparations must be even more sufficient, the more the better.

With Arthas and Jaina's admission, Ulfar learned that the number of Drust souls wandering in Thros was likely extremely large.

Pressing down his ring finger, Orfa said in a deep voice: "If there are a lot of dead souls there and their strength is far beyond our imagination, then we can only retreat and regroup."

"At that time, we can only call up the army to deal with the war, a war that breaks out in advance, a war that can avoid a bad future."

"Therefore, what we need to do most right now is... to combine your intelligence and determine some of the circumstances of Zlos."