The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

As he put away the sword and stroked it, the soul fire in Alexander's eyes grew stronger, activating the thousand-year-old magic pattern on the Judge's Sword.

When the Judge's sword emitted white light, Alexander sighed, "Old friend, thank you for waiting for me for so many years."

"As the Chief Inquisitor of the Order of Embers, I always bear in mind the responsibilities of our Order of Embers."

"As we descend into the darkest night, we, the Order of Embers, will become the blazing flame that purifies the darkness."

"When we fight against the evil enemy, we, the Knights of Embers, will become the blade of light that cuts off evil."

"As we face an endless horde, we, the Order of Embers, will serve as a beacon of hope against the endless horde."

As Alexander spoke, the white light emitted by the Judge's sword in his hand became brighter, causing streaks of white light to appear on its owner's soul.

"At this moment, I call upon the Holy Light once again and pray for your grace."

"Supreme Holy Light, I am willing to bear the corresponding price, just for my people."

It is a manifestation of the Holy Light, whose blessings emerge from the Sword of the Inquisitor.

As the others watched, the strong white holy light emanating from the sword instantly shot out several white beams of light, connecting to the white light that suddenly appeared on Alexander's body.

With the connection, these white holy lights suddenly spread out and attached to Alexander's soul, forming a set of pure silver full-body armor with a silver glow.

In a moment, the legendary Order of Embers, the Chief Inquisitor who commands the Order of Embers, reappeared in the world, clad in silver armor, making someone envious.

Except for the lack of a cape, this set of silver armor with an eagle head and torch makes someone regret not standing up immediately to accept the mantle of his ancestors.

Any side effects are discarded compared to being handsome... I used to be an inquisitor of the Order of Embers, and it's time for me to be promoted to Chief Inquisitor.

A small hand next to someone tightly held that person, forcing that person to give up the idea of ​​promotion... My path to promotion!

Wasn’t it just a slap in the face that knocked me down? Who doesn’t have painful memories?

It's nothing to be arrogant if you can't die... a little bit of pain is just... okay, I admit that I feel guilty.

While others were astonished at the great miraculous power hidden in history, Alexander looked at his silver armor and fell into deep thought.

It's just a spell to activate the magic patterns on the sword. After years of accumulation, it's already very good that it hasn't been damaged to the point of being unusable. Is it really necessary to this extent?

However, the Inquisitor's sword in his hand was humming, conveying its conviction, and Alexander instantly understood why.

He said slowly: "I have received your strength. Let us burn out our last bit of strength together."

"With my old bones and your help, we can surely realize our long-cherished wish."

"In the name of Alexander Waycrest, I will fight you to the bitter end, no matter what the outcome!"

At this moment, the silver-white light emitted by the three-foot-six-inch-long silver magic sword broke through the sky, completing the important mission of attracting the enemy.

The silver beam of light that broke through the sky, although not very thick, the light emitted by its slender body allowed enemies or companions in the distance to see its light clearly.

After a thousand years of waiting, Alexander Waycrest declared war on Old Drust. He was determined to fight to the death with the Drust souls.

"Ancestor, we have wronged you."

"I, Arthur Waycrest (Everly Reed), apologize."

Arthur admitted his mistake frankly and led his teammates to half-kneel down and apologize.

As Alexander turned to look at them, the current Lord Waycrest angrily cursed "nephew" in his heart.

What a ghost of Drust pretending to be the soul of the ancestor. Ancestor Alexander is obviously a real person and has always been the ancestor I respect the most.

I have always disagreed with your ideas, but your achievements forced me to believe you. After all, I was wrong to trust you this time.

Even though I was fooled by my ancestor Alexander many times, it was only because I was not as skilled as him... He is still one of my respected ancestors.

Nodding to accept the apology from his children and grandchildren, Alexander raised his hand and said, "No need to apologize. I understand your suspicion."

"Arise, heroes of Drustvar."

"With the light I just gave, Old Drust could be here any minute."

"We need to put up some resistance before we can lure them into the final place with us."

When the ten descendants in front of him stood up, Alexander said, "Arthur, you are still the leader of our team."

"But shouldn't we take action now?"

Hearing what ancestor Alexander said, Arthur smiled awkwardly: "Brothers and sisters, our ancestors generously forgave us."

Because of Alexander's previous momentum, Arthur thought he could feel more relaxed.

But he didn't expect that the ancestor would push the responsibility onto himself again. It seemed that Alexander really didn't want to participate in team management and was only responsible for being the team's highest combat force.

Arthur said, "One last reminder, your life is the most important."

"Make full use of our advantages, create an illusion, and fight while retreating."

"Now, we need a few simple lines of defense to resist the enemy's attack. Action!"

Arthur was the first to pass through the harmless invisible barrier, chanting a spell and controlling the black vines growing from the ground to begin building a team line.

Watching all this from afar, Arthas sighed: "If our ancestor Alexander had told us about this weapon earlier, why would we have to divide our forces?"

"Jaina, our previous advantage has disappeared. We both have to take action."

"Change support to diversion, we need to do...wait, what are you doing?"

Picking up the arrogant paladin, Jaina threw him into the newly opened portal and sent him to do what he wanted.

Before Arthas walked in with a frustrated look on his face, Jaina said with her red lips: "I'm not stupid, and I don't want to suffer halfway."

"I just need to do my supporting duties. If you think you are strong, then you should shoulder the heavy responsibility."

Five spells in red, blue, green, orange and purple were thrown out casually, and quickly passed through Arthas' chest. At the same time, the portal in front of Jaina slowly closed.

"Can we really succeed with the method you mentioned?"

"Then, Arthas, you must do what you do best."

The next second after finishing the blessing, Jaina summoned several magic balls, which instantly transformed into four screens.

With a snap of her fingers, a recliner appeared out of thin air, and she fell down safely, deciding to drink something good to replenish the water her body lacked.

Taking out a glass of ice blue cocktail, Jaina leisurely watched the development of the situation around her, and first took a bite of the crispy chicken leg that came towards her.

With a crackling sound, the crispy golden chicken skin cracked, and in Stormsong Manor, a slightly old middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes in his room.

Three pairs of bright owl eyes were staring at him outside the window, and his body's instinct told him that someone was coming.

Three pairs of eyes reflecting light made the middle-aged man raise his left hand to cover his eyes, and slowly...his right hand had already grasped the hilt of the knife, ready to take action at any time.

There were two people, one big and one small, beside him. The big one pretended to sleep quietly, but the small one only slept for a "short while" before the big one blinded him and he moved his ears.

He said, "If you are not afraid, then come in."

With his permission, the three owls closed their eyes, the window opened automatically, and they walked in slowly and silently.

They jumped lightly to the floor, spread their wings, and slowly transformed into human form.

Pulling down his hood, the leader said, "Respected Admiral Daelin, I am Murako Akiba, and we are the Thornspeakers of Drustvar."

"Because something happened in Drustvar, we had to come here to disturb you."

When he heard that something happened in Drustvar, Daelin guessed without hesitation who might be behind it.

Two people who couldn't sleep well late at night, another world is a dark cursed world heard from Tanred, and there are thousands of years of dead wandering there.

Shaking his head, Daelin decided to listen to what happened first. He said, "Thornspeaker Murako, I wonder what happened in Drustvar."

Muraco bowed and said, "Admiral, because of some unexpected discoveries."

"We learned that something was happening in the forbidden land of Drustvar, Thros."

"Terrible undead spirits and curses have taken root inside, and we need your help."

Turning his head to look at his snoring granddaughter, Dai Lin asked, "Do you think time is urgent?"

"Admiral, it is urgent. We lack sufficient manpower to face an unknown war."

"The unknown war, did Arthas say that, or did Jaina say that?"

"My lord, it was His Highness Arthas Menethil who said so."

Throw the pot on the man who spoke of the natural holy light, Murakoqua Avenue: "It has been a long time since they went to Zlos."

"Great Thorntalker Orfa went with them into Thros to explore. Half a night has passed, and we still don't know the full picture of what's inside."

"There has been no news from inside, and we are very worried, so we come to you to ask for help."

"Admiral, we are very sorry for not coming to ask for help the first time. Please punish us."

Hearing this, Dai Lin thought it was true. He waved his hand and lit the magic candle in the room out of thin air, then prepared to get out of bed and get dressed.

Yesterday morning, the two men asked him for a bunch of information, then hurriedly kidnapped his good brother and went deep underground to fight a bloody battle with the monster in the abyss.

After learning about the situation in the other world, Dai Lin believed that the two of them would definitely not remain indifferent and would directly change from secret exploration to active attack.

It’s just that the speed is extremely fast, and the ability to do big things and make people worry has increased instead of decreased after each battle.

Just as he picked up the shirt, Dai Lin suddenly changed his tone and said, "The Thorntalkers, maybe they can handle all the difficulties without our help."

At the same time, Christina, who was about to get up, hid in the quilt again and took something from under the pillow.

"You may not know, but just yesterday...Alas! I didn't say I wouldn't help."

Seeing that the three Thorntalkers were ready to leave at the slightest complaint, Dai Lin sighed.

The admiral put down his coat and clapped his hands, and there was a sound of rushing water.

This sound temporarily stunned the three Thorn Speakers, making them look bitter. They were surrounded by a water elemental.

The loyal Glacial Frenzy cast an ice spell, creating a small igloo with a natural roof and no door to block the movements of the three of them.

Seeing that the Thornspeaker finally calmed down and listened carefully to the ruler of Kul Tiras.

After clapping his hands once more in satisfaction and letting the Glacier Frenzy go, Dai Lin said, "Due to some personal circumstances, I am unable to attend."

"But don't worry, we have a powerful wizard who can help you get to Thros."

"If this is really a war, then I need to stay here."

Turning to look at his wife who was holding Christina, Dai Lin said, "Catherine, Ms. Youge needs your help."

Not planning to go over and get into a crowd so early, Dai Lin decided to let his idle in-laws handle the matter.

A large-scale war with the souls hiding in Thros would require a wizard who could organize a large enough formation, and they happened to have one here.

With Jaina having the guidance of her stepmother, Daelin believed that they would be able to achieve success immediately.

Nodding, Catherine took the special Youge pager that Christina had taken away from her arms, a wavy stone... lazy, just like her goddaughters.

In order to save trouble, Syndra made a magic weapon based on the one in Jaina's hand... and worked very hard to improve it, creating a commemorative magic weapon.

With a smile on his face, Daelin took the stone magic weapon from Catherine's hand, held up the stone that his in-laws picked up near the Storm Temple and looked at it for a while.

Not long after, he handed it to Muraco who had escaped from the melting ice prison and said, "Thornspeakers, take it and leave here."

"Not far from here, there is a special house."

"As for how special it is, you should have discovered it long ago... Never mind, I'll have someone lead the way for you."

"With this token, I believe the occupant of that house will go with you."

After saying these words, seeing that the three Thorn Speakers wanted more people, Daelin shook his head and clapped his hands again.

The polite Glacier Frenzy once again pushed open the door, gently escorted the three guests away, and went straight to find the host's stepmother who was sleeping soundly.

When the door was gently closed by the glacial frenzy, Dai Lin said, "Okay, Catherine, the problem is solved."

"Leave the trouble to them. There are more important things waiting for us to do after dawn."

Nodding to Dai Lin, Catherine held Christina, put on her clothes, changed her lying position, and continued to rest for a while.

Her precious daughter is not as important as her precious granddaughter.

She had seen firsthand what her precious daughter was capable of, and Jaina had grown up.

She just needs to calm down and bless them silently.

When people get old, they will feel sleepy from time to time, and are too lazy to move. They prefer some easy work.

Some are sleeping; some are waiting; some are chatting; some are breathing.

After rolling out of the portal, Arthas was about to draw his sword and fight the souls.

Unfortunately, he did not enter the scene immediately, but became a part of the bushes, rolling into the dark bushes.

Lying down in the grass that was nearly 1.8 meters high, Arthas stared at the dead souls not far away with his deep blue eyes, breathing again and again.

Without the legendary power, as a fake Lich King, he made a split-second decision.

"Accept the judgment of Holy Light, you cunning villain!"

He held Frostmourne high, jumped out of the grass, broke Frostmourne in the air, and shouted loudly in a low voice.

In order to avoid being watched by cameras, he silently shouted in his heart, Demacia!

The power of Lordaeron is mobilized, aiming at an unlucky Drust soul, and there are only two words in it: charge!

"As the power of Lordaeron, the Light is with me, and I will lead the charge!"

"Who... dares..."

The light was shining, the dead souls flew away, the heads were shot with one leap, the circles were judged, the holy shield protected the body, and Arthas shouted: "Come, Drust, the judgment of justice has come."

The female mage who saw this scene from a distance forced a smile, patted her chest, drank the drink to help her swallow.

She really choked for various reasons and in various senses.

In a situation where there is a massacre, it is necessary... I remember what ability Arthas had?

This caused him to always call upon the Holy Light. Thinking of this, Jaina took a big sip of the Ice Blue Heart to relieve the pressure in her chest.

At this moment, a special low sound accompanied by a shining light appeared from the image on the screen.

"By the Holy Light, I will never forget why we fight!"