The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Master Orfa, it's been many years since we last met."

"I wonder if you could tell me whether a hundred years or a thousand years have passed in the outside world?"

Seeing the tall man among the crowd below, the old soul sighed.

Looking at the soul hanging at the door of death, the memories hidden deep in Orfa's mind burst out.

However, just as Orpha was about to respond, two blades of light easily cut through the rope of black and white, causing the two souls who were suffering there to fall.

When the two human souls showed relieved expressions, two portals sent them to stand in front of the crowd.

At this time, two hard and thick earth platforms rose quietly, allowing the two tired souls to sit steadily, and the earth platforms also extended out backrests considerately.

Arriving before the old soul, Orfa said, "Alexander, almost two thousand years have passed. You have suffered."

Leaning back in his chair, Alexander said, "It seems that the Waycrest family has been passed down for more than two thousand years. This is beyond my expectations."

At this moment, Alexander suddenly shook his head and said, "Seeing you... always reminds me of the past."

"Let's not talk about the old things. Are you here to solve the problem of Thros?"

Seeing how tired the child looked in his eyes, Orfa said, "Yes, Alexander."

"It wasn't until today that we discovered the clues you left behind."

"I am late, Alexander Waycrest."

With a snort, Alexander said, "You are not too late, Orfa. At least I am still alive now."

"My soul still exists, it has not completely disappeared... I am very happy to see you again."

Just after he finished speaking, Alexander changed the subject: "If you want to slowly restore Thros to its original state, the most important thing is to shut down the power of death behind us."

"If you only want to deal with the Drust... the old Drust, then you can rest here for a while."

"It's safe here for now. Those resentful spirits don't have that much time to watch over Sebastiro and me."

"Our souls may be on the verge of breaking at any time, and the only value we have is to be exploited..."

A very unexpected sound drowned out Alexander's voice, and it grew louder and louder, so painful.

“Ah… Ugh!”

Looking for the source of the voice, the person who made the sound was none other than Arthas in silver armor and blue robe. He opened his arms and cried out in pain.

“Is that enough…Aaaaaah!”

The implementer...A beam of purple light shot out from Jaina's hand and gently passed through Arthas' chest.

“I feel… pain… ahhhh…”

She raised her hand and touched Arthas' forehead. The silent barrier covered the man who had turned from a muffled groan to a loud wail, preventing the man's increasingly loud voice from spreading too far.

The living and the dead present could all see clearly... and empathize with Arthas' pain. Everyone could understand from his expression that it was extremely painful, not just ordinary pain.

The sound that came out of his mouth was so heartbreaking, and his hollow eyes were so painful that he couldn't shed tears... His body wanted to curl up on its own, but he could only move slightly and tremble.

When he was in excruciating pain, red, orange, gold, green, blue, purple... all kinds of light spots emerged from his body, floated away from Arthas little by little, gathered in Jaina's hands, and turned into a colorful ball.

In just a moment, the colored balls of different colors suppressed Jaina's will and turned into azure blue balls of light, and Arthas stopped wailing.

After the inhumane exploitation, Arthas only felt physically weak and mentally exhausted... He tilted his head and fell to the ground, then took out a bottle of blue potion and drank it with great effort.

Unfortunately, this special kind of spiritual fatigue cannot be cured by any kind of loving-kind or excellent mental recovery potion.

The ball in Jaina's hand looks completely harmless, and even gives people the urge to touch it, which is a spiritual need.

Lifting the azure ball, Jaina slapped Lucia on the head and said, "Don't touch it, it's not for you."

Then she split the ball into two with a finger... The ball became smaller and bluer!

After dividing the blue heart energy extracted from Arthas, Jaina lightly tossed it into the souls of the father and son sitting on the chair.

At the same time, Jaina also released an invisible barrier that enveloped everyone, and sent down a holy light to try to relieve Arthas's fatigue.

Compared with the past, Jaina's casting speed this time was much faster, and she was able to do three things at once.

"This... this is truly a magical power that I have never seen before."

Accepting the infusion of mental energy, Alexander and Sebastian felt refreshed, and the feeling of being shattered in their souls and bodies disappeared.

I thought I didn't have much time left and I only had a few years to live, but suddenly, I was nourished by this living spring, and my illusory soul gradually became solid.

Standing up from the earthen stool, Alexander said, "Thank you, son, for healing my son and I."

He looked at Arthas, who was lying on the ground, holding his hands and muttering, and said, "But this... this knight who offered himself voluntarily."

"Child, will he really be okay?"

Looking at Arthas with a worried look on his face, Alexander felt guilty for not being kind to such a young knight.

Things that can heal soul injuries are generally extremely precious, let alone things that can heal injuries like the ones they have.

Without directly responding to Alexander's question, Jaina squatted down, patted the knight on the ground and said, "Arthas, it's time to get up."

After drinking some potions given by kind people, Arthas slowly got up as if nothing had happened with the help of Jaina's spell.

Regretting his impulsive behavior, Arthas finished drinking a bottle of red potion and said, "Everyone, please don't worry."

"This situation must have been revealed to me by the Holy Light a long time ago... Well, the Holy Light revealed it to me."

Faced with the meaningful gazes of some "die-hard" Thornspeakers such as Orfa, Arthas completed his transformation in an instant.

Because his attitude was not firm and his voice was too soft, the great holy light gave him a little light, which happened to shine right in the center of his head.

In the blink of an eye, the light dimmed and disappeared, symbolically proving that the believer's verbal faith was not firm this time.

By clapping his hands and diverting everyone's attention, Alexander eased the embarrassment for Arthas.

He leaned forward and said, "Now, I feel the call from the other side."

"My friend Orfa, my descendants... the realm of death is calling my name."

"I'm really sorry about this, I think it's time for us to..."

A hand pressed down on Alexander, which made Alexander feel extremely stressed. It was a familiar feeling.

"Father, we have to help them. You can't just walk away."

"If you hadn't left alone that year, the problem of Thros might not have continued until now."

With a cold face, Sebastrude Waycrest spoke in a low voice, and his sharp and cold eyes made Alexander's soul tremble.

Seeing her ancestor across from her and the situation between the father and son, Lucia couldn't help but whisper to Arthur, "Dad, our family history."

"Are there any detailed records...are they like this in history?"

Hearing his daughter's question, Arthur couldn't help revealing a bit of bitterness. He really didn't want to answer this question. The person who recorded that period of history might have used some exaggerated writing style.

He knew very well what the Waycrest family history records about Alexander and Sebastian, and this situation was not mentioned in them.

Alexander Waycrest saved Drustvar from the terrible plot of the Old Drust and saved countless lives, and his merits are outstanding.

He has always been very gentle, polite and courteous to others, and has won the love of countless people in Drustvar.

After he handed over the position of Lord Waycrest to his son, Sebastian Waycrest, whom he had trained, he left a "suicide note" and disappeared... He retired to the mountains and forests, and no one cared about worldly affairs... His grave is unknown where.

I thought the two outstanding deeds of my ancestors that I had seen before were enough... Now it seems that I am outshined by my son... A cold and handsome middle-aged man with a paralyzed face.

No wonder family history records that Sebastrude married the most beautiful flower in Drustvar at the time, and the couple has always served Drustvar diligently.

He is also a powerful lord who can get to the point with just a few words, gain the full support of his subordinates, and lead Drustvar to prosperity alone.

However, God was jealous of his talent, and his wife died early. He followed her soon after, leaving behind a huge foundation to be handed over to the next young Lord Waycrest.

Arthur understood some of the things as he grew older and gained more experience, but the real history may have been beautified and some things have been deleted or modified.

"Lucia, you have to experience it yourself. We can only provide guidance."

Bending his head to his daughter's ear, Arthur lowered his voice and said, "These things, the things we saw with our own eyes, are best viewed in a comprehensive manner."

“Some things are not necessarily true, but those things are not necessarily false either.”

"I'm going to tell you a truth today. He's not good-looking..."

While Arthur took the opportunity to teach Lucia, Arthas' spirit was no longer tired, and he and Jaina quietly pricked up their ears and listened.

However, the opposite happened.

The war between Alexander and his son ended with Sebastian's victory. The silent oppression made Alexander admit defeat.

Without Sebastiano with him... and with one or two young men on the other side ready to make a move, Alexander thought he couldn't get away.

In fact, he just wanted to go in and take a look, just a look, he was very curious about the things at Death's Gate.

"Sebastiro, I'm sorry for you."

"For the glory of Waycrest, it is your decision."

Giving up the main position to his son, Alexander took the initiative to become Sebastian's foil.

With a very cold look, Sebastiro glanced at the living people in front of him and said, "Back to the topic just now, what is your choice?"

"Whatever you choose, my father and I will do our best to help you."

"This is the final meaning of my existence and my persistence."

"Hmm." With a light snort, Arthas walked out of the crowd and came in front of the two Waycrests.

He bowed and saluted, then said, "Elder, before you make a choice, I would like to ask you some questions."

Seeing that the young man who volunteered to help was the leader of the team, Sebastiro couldn't help but make eye contact with Orpha opposite him for a while.

In less than a minute, Sebastian got the answer. He said, "Go ahead, kid. I'm listening."

So Arthas asked: "Elder, does the Death Gate behind us really lead to the world of the dead?"

"I need a definite answer, yes or no."

After a moment's silence, Sebastian nodded and raised his hand to signal the next question.

He is very optimistic about the style of the young people in front of him. He likes to answer yes or no and handle problems efficiently.

"Elder, you have been here for so many years, do you have a way to close the door of death?"

Shaking his head, Sebastiro turned his gaze to the Great Thorntalker Orfa, and then instantly turned to Death's Gate.

He had no exact method, but he believed that the Drust souls had, and it was because of them that the Death Gate of Thros was opened.

"Elder, doesn't the world of the dead send messengers to manage the Gate of Death?"

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Sebastiro looked at Arthas with a meaningful look. He had no idea what was going on behind the door.

In response to Arthas' question, he could only say: "No, I have never seen the unknown existence behind the door."

"Elder, if the information you gave me is accurate, then I will have a way to solve the problem of Old Drust."

Raising the hammer, Arthas said loudly: "I have made my choice, and now I am ready to deal with the problem of Old Drust."

His answer surprised Sebastian. We only have so few people. Is it necessary for us to attack so quickly?

In response to Arthas's words, Sebastiro remained silent, indicating that he could not understand it at all.

In addition to giving you two more legendary fighters, we only have three questions to compete between the two of us. How did you come up with this idea?

This Death Gate is the source of the seal of Thros, but only the souls of the Drust have the means to travel freely between the two realms, and they will not do so unless they have to.

Without caring about what others thought, Arthas comforted them: "I know you are confused, but please rest assured!"

"I wouldn't do it unless I was absolutely sure."

"So you don't have to worry at all. We only need to do two things to deal with them."

"The first thing is to attract more Drust souls here."

"The second thing is to temporarily hold back the Drust ghost that came here."

He pointed the hammer at the Death Gate not far away, a tall wooden and bone door with the characteristics of Drust and thorns.

With holy light burning outside his eyes, Arthas said confidently: "Death's Door, we will use it to solve the problem of Old Drust once and for all."

"Of course, if things can't be done, I can get everyone out of here safely."

"Please believe me, I am here in this land of the dead..." Arthas's shape and voice changed, and the blue cloak behind him instantly turned into the cloak of the Dark King.

A deep voice sounded: "We won't lose."

The hammer disappeared, and Arthas held up Frostmourne. A terrifying pressure suddenly appeared. The cold wind slightly lifted the black cloak, and the grass bowed its head.

With the darkness around him, the sudden snowstorm, and the Lich King's aura, most people present were terrified by his current appearance.

Because of the unexpected situation caused by the appearance of the Lich King, Arthur ended his teaching of Lucia.

He looked at Arthas in surprise and whispered, "That sword, I always feel... such a dark power."

"Is this... what Dai Lin is hiding?"

"Dad, my brother-in-law is so domineering now...does it hurt...or does it hurt..."

Arthur gently touched Lucia's head and said, "My daughter, aren't you afraid?"

"Dad, is that all you're asking me?"

"We are all family, why should I be afraid?"

Shaking her hands, feeling speechless, Lucia looked... turned her head away and went to ask Jaina about her questions.

"It seems that his fall... No, he has not fallen."

Looking at the speechless Arthas in front of him, whose pressure no longer had any effect on him, Arthur turned around and comforted his wife.

"Relax, Meredith. Arthas won't do anything to us."