The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In a one-story wooden house of about 60 square meters, a man with a beer belly and wearing simple underwear was lying on the bed.

He was changing his sleeping position at will, drooling at the corners of his mouth, and murmuring softly... I wonder what sweet dream he was having.

Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!

Just then, there was a rapid and orderly knock on the door.

The series of sonic booms forced his ears to move, and his real big hand involuntarily reached out for the staff beside the bed.

Unfortunately, the distance was always just a little off, and the bedside table filled with miscellaneous items was extremely far away from him.

While sleepwalking, he accidentally missed his target and fell onto the heavy wooden board, which was extremely painful.

Suffering a heavy blow in both his dream and reality, the man automatically raised his eyelids a little, he was really too sleepy.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom! Boom!

“I heard it…I heard it…I heard it!”

"You who are out there looking for medicine, can't you hear what I say?!"

"I'm sleeping soundly, can you please listen to what people are saying and stop knocking!"

His ears couldn't stand the continuous vibrating noise, and the man's voice became louder and louder until his temper couldn't bear it anymore and he became completely impatient.

He pressed the bedside table with one hand. He stood up suddenly and said, "Okay, I'm up!"

He picked up the Thorntalker coat with one hand and put it on instantly, and picked up the staff that was placed there with the other hand and threw it towards the door.

The staff was firmly inserted into the mud and shook for a few seconds until it stood upright, as if it had been practiced countless times, with extraordinary skill.

The man bent down and reached out to take his shoes, then casually put on his dusty leather shoes that he was too lazy to wash. The big shoes fit his big feet very well.

He repeated the process once, then put on the wooden necklace on the cabinet in one step, and put on all the neatly arranged decorations in four steps.

The last step was to walk to the door, stretch out his left hand to pick up the upright staff, and unlock the door with his right hand.

After just ten steps... plus a few more, eighteen steps, he finally opened the door and looked at the person coming in with a look of dissatisfaction.

"I really don't know... Never mind, didn't you see the sign at the door?!"

"Some materials are in short supply. It is not necessary to ask...teacher?!"

The man opened his hazy eyelids and saw who was coming. He took a deep breath, kicked the bucket that had been prepared at the door away, and gave himself a cold shower.

His brain received a cool stimulus and he finally woke up.

Straightening his back and tightening his belly, he said with a flattering smile: "Master Mu Enlun, I wonder if you are looking for me..."

Without further ado, he talked about why his disciple couldn't get up from the bed after being called for a long time. The thin Mu Enlun picked up the fat Kul Tiras man in front of him by the collar with one hand and threw him behind him.

However, the richer oil can always... A root entangled him, and he used natural magic to help himself suffer less damage.

He was not here to buy medicine, nor was he here to inquire about work-related matters. He was already used to his teacher's behavior and had made multiple preparations.

Being a Thorntalker is not easy. It is too busy. Even if it is for the duty of protecting nature, it is extremely hard. Everything starts from that day...

Regardless of his disciple's expression... Mu Enlun said: "My good disciple, get up quickly, we have very important things to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Enlun transformed into a thorn eagle and flew high into the sky, looking for the next Thorn Speaker.

Seeing that his teacher ignored him, the sturdy man used the power of the vine to be thrown into the air, and instantly transformed into a larger thorn owl to keep up with his master.

Late this morning, many Thorn Speakers who were still asleep were awakened by their elders or friends and gathered together.

Of course, there are some people whose souls have left their bodies and run to the Emerald Dream. They cannot be awakened at all and cannot be awakened quickly, but their number should be about the same now.

Not every druid can compare with the druids on the neighboring continent of Kalimdor.

After sleeping for hundreds of years, their souls may go to the Shadow Realm to report to the Night Fae Queen.

There are so many dark clouds in the sky!

The black soil on the ground is so thick!

In the world without light, Arthur was alone, blending into the team and walking on the earth!

But there are always ancestors, ancestors of Waycrest, who will bite the bullet and harass him, never getting tired of it, turning praise into criticism.

Ancestor Alexander asked him if he wanted to learn his ancestor's secret, a family skill that had been passed down for three generations and was lost in history. Oh my!

"Arthur, I have a move... a family secret technique called the Light Breaking Triple Slash."

"When the sword is slashed out, three beams of sword energy will be shot out at the speed of light, rushing straight to the three vital points of the enemy."

"This method can be improved at will according to the differences of each person, and become the method for every user of the secret technique..."

Faced with the ancestor Alexander's endless chattering and promotion of family secrets, he had to find topics to talk about even if there were no other topics.

The current Lord Waycrest, Arthur Waycrest, was not pleased with his behavior and immediately demonstrated his skills.

After cheating his descendants for so many years, Arthur felt that the sturdy old man in front of him was no ordinary man... he had ulterior motives.

He took a long breath, swung the shield in his left hand, and shot out three circular rays of angry energy.

He raised the sword in his right hand, summoning three green arrows and causing six small streams of energy to collide with each other.

As Arthur put his sword into his shield, there was a small energy collision, but no sound occurred.

Only Alexander's old blue solid soul face was stunned. He watched the wisp of white smoke fly away and temporarily stopped talking.

After a breath, Alexander said, "Arthur, I didn't expect that this secret skill has not been lost."

"It seems that I have underestimated the inheritance ability of our family. The unique skills that I am most proud of have been displayed by you easily."

"I once estimated that the Waycrest family only had a history of a few hundred years. I didn't expect it to have survived until today. It's really amazing."

The eight Thorntalkers and Everly stared at their leader with indifferent expressions. Alexander's position as commander had been taken away by Arthur in a fair and square manner.

They all agreed that instead of following such a powerful but unreliable boss, it would be better for them to take a step back and find a captain who was trustworthy.

As soon as they saw... and observed their ancestor Alexander for a while, they realized that Alexander had no objection and was even very willing to accept the arrangement of the new captain.

As they continued to endure, Alexander said, "You have been just lords for so long."

His face darkened, and Alexander said, "Arthur Waycrest, my descendant, has greatly disappointed me."

"The human kingdom has only been around for 2,800 years, but you, with such a long history, are able to let the unknown Proudmoore ride on your heads."

"Arthur, how should I comment on ..."

With a cold snort, Arthur said, "Ancestor, Waycrest has been able to maintain the throne of Lord Drustvar, which is already better than many people."

"You guys...Ancestors, stop changing the subject."

Arthur scanned the ancestor's soul in front of him with sharp eyes again and again, and asked in a deep voice: "What are you hiding?"

Seeing the faint smile on Alexander's face, Arthur changed the subject: "Or, do you have any thoughts about us coming so late?"

"Since the day you passed on the throne, you should have been searching for a way to break the impasse in Drustvar on your own."

"If we weren't lucky, we wouldn't have met you at all...it might have taken a long time."

"Until now, we still don't know how you and ancestor Sebastrude got past the Thornspeaker, crossed the seal, and entered Thros."

Slowly listening to this, Alexander said: "You are right, but the seal of Gorinas is not absolute."

"You don't have to go through Gor-Inas to enter and exit Thros. There are many ways. You just need to find them yourself."

"Take the most recent example. That magical little girl... can she take you in and out of Thros as she pleases?"

Thinking of the landing exercise not long ago, Alexander smiled and said, "The sea breeze of Kul Tiras has been through endless torture. How long has it been since I felt it myself?"

"Some things are too cruel, but I have always believed that only people with great wisdom and courage can discover what I left behind."

"It's just... after me and my son ended up like me, only you, thousands of years later, discovered the truth."

Alexander suddenly put his hands behind his back cheerfully, took two steps forward and said, "I am disappointed, but I am also very glad."

"A lot of people came, but not too many either. Maybe I can see my wish come true with my own eyes."

At this moment, Alexander suddenly turned his head to look at the descendants behind him, the fire of his soul burning in his light blue eyes.

With his guidance, there were no other Drust souls around except for the two hidden people, so their team did not directly lure the souls.

Through previous explorations and thousands of years of painful torture, he gained some useful intelligence, but also lost something.

He said: "It seems that neither you nor Sebastrude will seriously consult the Golwa's books."

"You managed to find this place without discovering the secret. I underestimated you... Although you were not the ones I originally chose, you are pretty good."

Suddenly he lowered his head and raised his hand to his forehead, and said self-deprecatingly: "I think highly of myself. I have always been unable to avoid this shortcoming. It's my bad habit."

"I always thought I stood higher than everyone else. The people of Drustvar couldn't do without me. What I foresaw would eventually happen."

“I have always considered myself to be the hope of the people, a pathfinder who lights up the darkness and a person who surveys the sky and looks down on the earth.”

"What I leave behind is unnecessary and will be selected and inherited by future generations. My thoughts and my actions may all be mine..."

Arthur wanted to respond silently to the ancestor who was talking to himself in front of him, and take a closer look at why Alexander brought them here.

Unfortunately, after listening to what Alexander said, Arthur no longer had high expectations for him. He was either arrogant or self-pitying, but the old man in front of him still had something to say.

In order to avoid any problems in the subsequent actions, Arthur had to clarify the situation even though the area around them was relatively safe.

"Ahem." Arthur coughed, interrupting his ancestor to continue speaking. "Ancestor, can you be more straightforward?"

"You continue to lead us blindly. Aren't you afraid that something might go wrong?"

Gently shaking the sword and shield in his hands, Arthur reminded Alexander.

If you, our ancestor, do not speak more openly, then we will have no choice but to be enlightened descendants who do not respect the elderly.

He was full of doubts and questions about the current situation.

If the two ancestors hanging at the Gate of Death were the ones hated by the Drust of Thros, then why didn't I encounter a single Drust soul after walking for so long?

This kind of punishment is usually imposed on such enemies, but it is really strange that there is no ghost guarding this place.

Calming down, Arthur said, "I don't know why you concealed some information, but... please respect yourself."

"We didn't find the things you left behind... You can say that our descendants are incompetent, but it seems that you did this on purpose."