The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

With a press of two fingers, the dead vines broke through the black soil. As a token of their long absence, Orfa gave Alexander Waycrest an elder's memory with its roots entwined around him.

Even though such a long period of silence had passed, even though he had endured such a long period of pain and torture, Alexander's nature remained unchanged in his eyes.

Unable to go to the world of the dead... A part of his suicidal character is driving him, and perhaps this is the effective way for him to survive for a thousand years.

Life is worse than death, and death is worse than extinction. Except for unique people, not many people can endure this kind of environment.

Seeing that Alexander couldn't make a sound, Orfa hid a slight smile and explained to everyone in a warm tone.

"One hundred thousand skeletons, no matter how powerful they are, will be difficult to form without the command and creation of their masters."

"Based on the current situation in Zlos, this kind of problem generally won't occur."

"There aren't enough corpses here, and there aren't enough resources to sustain more undead."

Bending down and grabbing the soil of Thros, Ulfa said, "There has never been a strong man in Azeroth who can create a large army of undead in an instant."

"If there really were such powerful ghosts, the seal of Nathros would have been broken long ago."

"Zhros is now the land of the dead. The potential lives here are surrounded by curses and death, and are gradually eroding over time."

Scattering the black soil in his hand back onto the ground, Orfa clapped his hands and sighed, "Cutting off a corner to maintain the overall situation is terrible."

“Reality affects dreams, and dreams affect reality. Neither reality nor dreams can be neglected.”

"Years of neglect and unacceptable behavior have shaped this place. Closure is not the best solution."

"My thoughts now are the same as yours. Now that we are here, let's complete our...mission."

Through personal practice and experience, Orfa realized that the changes in Zlos were the root cause of the changes in Drustvar, and there was no mistake in the intelligence on this point.

More than two thousand years have passed, and the druids have been maintaining the Emerald Dream, but not many people are willing to look for problems that have accumulated over the years, and even fewer have solutions to these thorny problems.

Kul Tiras is not in Kalimdor, and druids from different sects only interact in the Emerald Dream. Perhaps this is because races with different lifespans have different perspectives on the issue.

One party has plenty of time, and one day inspiration will strike to come up with a solution, but the other party doesn't have much time, and is already in his twilight years, and is waiting...

Putting aside his worries, Orfa raised his hand and said to Arthas, Jaina, and the people behind them: "I agree with your idea."

"I, with my old bones, will go crazy with you guys for once."

“Perhaps we will have to solve the problems around us by ourselves in the end.”

Raising his hand, he released a willow-leaf-shaped green blessing to the six messengers, and said, "Now, Thorntalkers, I am willing to obey your orders."

"We are willing to obey your orders."

Following Orfa's example, the Thorntalkers present bowed to the six messengers with their right hands clenched into palms against their shoulders.

Knowing that the team, which originally had different ideas, finally reached a consensus on this goal, Sebastian took this opportunity to walk over to Alexander.

He bowed and said, "I, Sebastian Waycrest, and my father, Alexander Waycrest, are willing to obey your orders."

He was willing to obey the orders of his descendants as long as his wish before his death could be fulfilled. Now he had the opportunity to fulfill his wish with his own hands.

Between life and death, he has been able to hold on until now, relying on his wish... an obsession, blood debt must be repaid with blood.

Facing these people in front of him, people who believed in him, Arthas didn't think much and just waved and saluted everyone.

He said in a deep voice: "Thank you all for your trust. I swear in the name of Menethil that we can all return home safely."

Arthas shattered the holy torch he had condensed with a palm and said, "Our strategic approach has not changed much."

"It's just twelve simple words: obey orders, collect intelligence, and lure the enemy deep into our territory."

"Until it is absolutely necessary, please take your own lives seriously."

Taking the unique golden crystal screen handed to him by Jaina, Arthas reached out and pressed the center of the screen, and clear lines of common language appeared on the small screens around everyone at the same time.

"Excluding me and Jaina, there are thirty-three of us, including three legends."

"I decided to have a legend lead a team of ten people each. Jaina and I have the highest mobility and will serve as support troops."

After seeing the content of the mission clearly, everyone listened to Arthas's preaching while silently dividing into groups. All the Thornspeaker Druids were versatile and had clear responsibilities.

Polymorphic druids, multiple... shattered pet dreams. Jaina once tried to tame Arthas in bear form, but unfortunately, things did not go as planned. He only obeyed when he saw his fists.

Soranos was subdued by virtue of the mission. In a certain world, "Little Red" of Silvermoon City was subdued by the Honorary King of Sin'dorei himself, and she only provided a little insignificant help.

Normal pets need companionship, love, and...it's best to train them from a young age, just like the Fire Phoenix.

"We may need to attract a lot of ghosts next. We should have plenty of time. So we need to..."

In Drustvar at night, a majestic white stag with spots of light and a purple-black doe with a half-moon symbol floating on it were strolling slowly in the woods.

One big, one small, one white, one black, the Heart of the Forest and the Secret Guard of the Woods of Drustvar are a perfect match...

"Child, you came to find us in such a hurry, is there something wrong?"

Seeing a thorn deer running towards him at high speed, Asar, the Heart of the Forest, raised his head and tapped the air.

Little by little, white dots of light flew towards the thorn deer. The tiny dots of light had great power and easily stopped the speeding deer-shaped motorcycle.

A beam of colorful light shot out from the half-moon above her head, and the woodland secret guard Atani said, "Child, don't be impatient. Speak slowly."

With the blessing from Atene, the Thorntalker regained his human form in an instant, and squatted down towards the two demigods with his staff in both hands.

Taking a deep breath, she said calmly, "Master Asar, Master Atene, Great Thorntalker Orfa has gone to Thros."

"Please help us. The old Drust may be returning to Drustvar soon."

Closing his eyes to feel the seal of Thros, Asar said, "Child, the seal of Thros is still strong."

"You may need some treatment. That Orpha may just be your hallucination."

At this moment, Atani raised her hoof and lightly stepped on the grass, casting a dispel spell on the Thorntalker in front of her.

She asked softly, "Is it the lingering death spell in the Red Forest that has affected you?"

Atani is already familiar with this situation. Among the Kul Tirans who go to guard or explore the Crimson Forest, some people are prone to suffering from strange symptoms due to the residual influence of witchcraft there.

However, something unexpected happened to Atenei. Her dispelling was completely useless... She suddenly remembered something.

As early as five hundred years ago, with generations of Thornspeakers dedicated to maintaining the Crimson Forest and purifying the Drust's death magic, this symptom almost disappeared as the Crimson Forest magic gradually faded.

In her concept of time, five hundred years might not be a long time, but on second thought, many years have passed for the Thorn Speaker in front of her. At that time, her ancestors only came here occasionally for treatment.

So she changed the subject and said, "Sorry, kid."

"I misunderstood you, Musian. You are collecting medicinal herbs, right?"

Hearing what Ateni said, Musian nodded and said, "Yes, Master Ateni."

"According to the Great Thorn Whisperer, Lord Alexander's prophecy from two thousand years ago has come true."

"Now, we are preparing for the terrible war that is coming."

After confirming that Musian was not lying, Asar asked doubtfully, "Child, now, Atani and I have not found any traces of those Drust who play with death in Kul Tiras."

"Hmm...but Ulfa is definitely not in his lair...Skulls? Runes?!"

After discovering something unexpected, Asar fell into memories of the past and said, "The breath of death, I almost forgot the pervasive power of death in Thros."

"I thought it was the evil power that was resealed in Stormsong Valley that was affecting Drustvar now."

"But the power of death left in the Orpha Beast Cave, that kind of magic weapon, I am too familiar with it."

After a short sigh, Asar asked solemnly, "My child, what did Orfa discover recently?"

"Why are those extinct Drust returning here?"

Without thinking too much, Musian told the two demigods what had happened not long ago.

After listening to Musian's narration, Asar said in a deep voice: "If it is really them, then what you said is not hypocritical."

The unusually powerful magic that occurred yesterday at noon attracted them, and they also learned the truth from nature.

There was an evil hidden in the earth and deep under the sea, but mortals prevailed before it became too late.

Compared with the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, for which countless heroes sacrificed their lives, this is undoubtedly an inspiring victory.

They were pleased and excited by this, but it also indirectly proved their failure, as they could not detect the signs of evil reaching out to Kul Tiras in advance.

Thinking of this, Asar said, "They came here after a short rest. It seems that they want to..."

After a moment's silence, Asar sighed, "Alas! I have lived for so many years... I need to change my outdated ideas."

"From the time the Tidesage began communicating with me until now, I have not discovered the danger lurking in Stormsong Valley."

"I was too slow and irresponsible."

While blaming himself, Asar suddenly looked up to the sky and groaned: "Yo Yo!"

The sound of deer calling echoed throughout the woods, and animals in the woods came here one after another.

Birds came flying, deer came trampling the grass... In a moment, all the woodland animals came here and surrounded them.

At this time, Atene said: "Children, our friends need our help."

"The Thorntalkers need some medicinal herbs. Please help them collect them."

When they heard the demigod's request, they chirped once to show their willingness and then turned and left.

As the surrounding woodland animals scattered away, Asar looked at Musian and said, "Now, Atene will wait here, and I will go back with you."

"Child, gather your fellow herbalists and gather at Orfa's beast den. You probably have other things to do."

"We should go, Thornspeaker Musyan."

Asar lowered his head and indicated that he would carry Musian back.

"Lord Asar, I myself..."

When Musian refused, the white light spots forcefully threw her onto Asar's back.

"My child, they who have recklessly entered Thros need our strength."

"We are all friends who protect nature. I can't keep them waiting too long."

When Mus'an behind him sat down, Asar let out a long cry towards the sky, then spread out his four hooves and ran towards the mountains.