The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Sindra opened the door with a little force, and with sparks in her eyes she looked angrily at the glacier tide in front of her. She had had enough of the gurgling sound of flowing water.

What she hated most was being disturbed while she was sleeping. The things in her dreams were always so alluring, and the chaotic silence and darkness were also so tempting.

Since coming here, she hasn't even had time to close her eyes normally. A lot of things have been thrown at her, and she has to do them.

If she had known the situation here that day, she would rather die than miss her daughter for even a second, so just let her go.

“Gurgling!”

Ignoring Glacial Frenzy's pleas for mercy, Syndra stretched out her right hand, picked up Glacial Frenzy's head and threw it into the sky, venting her anger.

Gurgling... Gurgling... Gurgling. Please forgive her for not being able to bear it at all. What's more, she could understand what Glacier Frenzy said, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

It had no such experience, but it could not resist the glacier's fury and could fly. It kept braking during the ascent and breathed a sigh of relief.

When Glacier Frenzy got into position and floated in the air, a ray of extremely cold air shot out from below and instantly hit Glacier Frenzy.

So, when the Glacier Frenzy just raised its hand to tap its head humanely, it turned into a floating ice ball in extreme fear.

Seeing the tragic fate of the water elemental leader, the three Thorn Speakers quickly said, "Respected sir, Thorn Speaker Muraco (Loan/Sir) greets you."

Although Muraco didn't know how powerful the female mage in front of him was, just based on the aura she had just inadvertently emitted, Muraco felt a great sense of responsibility.

The three Thorn Speakers were filled with awe at this power that could crush them at will and decide their life and death.

Unable to see any changes in the female wizard in front of him, Muraco hurriedly took out the wave stone that Daelin had given him.

He suppressed the unnecessary emotions in his heart and said calmly, "Sir, this is a token given to us temporarily by Admiral Dai Lin."

"We have something important to discuss with you. Drustvar needs your help."

"Please consider it. We are willing to pay the corresponding price."

After saying these three sentences clearly and concisely, Muraco felt cold sweats running down his back because of the powerful existence in front of him.

He was afraid that he would not be able to finish his words and would follow the footsteps of the "little" piece of ice in the air, and his feet could not help but tremble slightly.

The thing to be afraid of when asking for help is encountering such an unreasonable, capricious strong man. If you don't explain the reason quickly, he might lose his life if he is not careful.

Without using force, without thinking, without frowning, Syndra just chuckled softly at the actions of the three druids in front of her.

She said soothingly, "I'm sorry, Druid, I made you laugh."

Taking the special pager and putting it in the ring, Sindra said in a friendly manner: "Hello, I just lost control of my temper just now."

"I'm Sindra Youge. Can you tell me in detail what happened to you?"

After a pause, Syndra said, "Or maybe my daughter, Jaina, has caused some trouble in Drustvar again?"

"She's been putting all kinds of pressure on me lately. I just fell asleep not long ago. Please forgive me."

After hearing Sindra's explanation, the three Thornspeakers, led by Muraco, nodded and said, "Sir Youge, we understand you."

"Her Highness Jaina didn't do anything. She just encountered a difficult problem in Drustvar."

"She and some of our compatriots are under siege by the thousand-year-old Drust ghosts. We have come to you for help."

Although they couldn't understand when the princess of Kul Tiras had a new mother, this did not stop Muraco from continuing along this line of thought.

At this moment, they finally understood why the Great Thorn Speaker had told them to pay attention to their own safety.

They couldn't help but look for the person who prayed for their brothers and sisters in their minds. They would not meet such a person in the Emerald Dream. There were too many things to pay attention to.

"Right now, we don't know the safety of your daughter. We can't even get any useful information from the forbidden place she accidentally entered."

"Sir Youge, I wonder if you would be willing to lend a helping hand to your daughter and help us. We, the Thorntalkers, will reward you handsomely afterwards."

Listening to the Thornspeaker in front of her saying these words in a serious manner, Syndra felt that she had indeed gone too far before, forcing others to say such confusing words.

Sighing and breathing in and out, Syndra said nothing, raised her right hand and waved it gently, opening two portals on her left and right sides.

Stretching out her left hand and reaching into the rectangular light blue portal on the left, Syndra successfully pulled out a piece of ice that had been shrunk by her spell, freezing the water element that Muraco and the other two were very familiar with.

If the original Glacier Frenzy were to be brought out, a few people would probably be thrown away, which she didn't want to do at all.

Mortals nowadays... young people think too much. She is no longer the high and mighty dragon. She is just a human female mage who has integrated into a new life.

Crack! With one punch, she shattered the ice, and without damaging Glacial Tide, she set it aside to float after shrinking it, injecting a little magic to compensate for the healing.

After being frozen once, Glacier Frenzy, which had received a small reward, lit up its eyes and floated happily, wandering around in front of the four people, becoming a cute little water elemental, the size of a palm.

Seeing that the little Glacial Tide had forgiven her, Syndra said, "You're just a cute little guy. No wonder Jaina likes you so much."

After saying that, she began to explore the diamond-shaped turquoise portal on the right that had been open all the time in front of the three confused Thorntalkers.

This time she stretched out both hands. The goal of this exploration was a bit big, so she needed to use more strength. Her daughter was sleeping even more soundly than her.

"Um?!"

After a pause, Syndra changed the position of her hands, moved them up and down a little, and placed them steadily in the new position.

After selecting the personnel and locating the position, Sindra pulled her snoring blonde daughter out of her warm bed in just a moment.

It’s really heavy... What profession in Azeroth can be so heavy?

The three Thorntalkers looked at the beautiful sleeping lady who came out of the portal holding a pillow, and wondered what His Majesty Youge was doing by pulling her out.

They could understand that the Glacial Frenzy was pulled out because of the three of them, but did this handsome young man, who had excellent druidic talent just by looking at his appearance, suffer because he woke up His Majesty Youge before?

When the three Thornspeakers were thinking about whether they had done something wrong accidentally, Syndra, without saying a word, clenched her fist and hit her adopted daughter's head, who was still gasping for breath.

Things don't always go so smoothly. In the dream, Vasya instantly let go of the pillow, put her hands together in the shape of a cross to block her stepmother's sudden attack, and prepared to fly backwards to the warm quilt behind the portal.

Just when her plan was about to succeed, the portal disappeared with a whoosh, the shadow disappeared, and her snow-white palm was hit hard.

With a snap, Vasya opened her innocent emerald eyes wide, looking aggrieved as if... She said softly and flatteringly, "Mother, what do you want from me?"

Youge cannot control her mood when she wakes up, but a stronger existence can suppress her mood and make her a good girl.

"Oh! Vasya, why can't you learn from your sister?"

Looking at her daughter in front of her, Sindra closed her eyes and sighed helplessly.

Compared with the younger daughter who has always been diligent and doing good things, the eldest daughter who inherited her name is so sleepy. She really thinks she is still in the Emerald Dream anytime and anywhere. Her heart is extremely big.

Pointing at Vasya's forehead, Syndra said, "Your sister, Jaina."

"When you fell asleep, you did another great thing. You led people to attack Thros."

Hearing the word "Zlos", Vasya perked up.

She said, "Mother, how many people did you bring in? Are there any... Ouch!"

Looking at her daughter who was in pain because of her slight exertion, Sindra said, "I guess there are less than ten people. It is indeed a bit more than the last time when five people went down to the ground."

Before the three Thornspeakers could tell them the truth, Vasya smiled and said, "Mother, do you need me to take everyone to Thros?"

"If you go there, I've been taking some time off recently and made some special discoveries."

"Zlos, I just need some magical tools, or a little time..."

Hearing this, Muraco interrupted hurriedly: "Your Highness Vasya, we have reinforcements in the Great Thorntalker's lair."

"Why don't you go with us there, gather people with aspirations, and then go to Thros together?"

"We should have all the magic tools. We won't be short of any materials."

"I think... if you do that, it's just the best way to make the most of your time."

Thinking of the admiral's previous earnest reminder, Muraco gritted his teeth and took on the challenge.

He doesn't want to get involved in family disputes, but if he stays here and is taken to Thros by you, then we, the guardians of nature, will just be eating for nothing.

Hearing that there was no shortage of materials, Vasya said quickly, "Of course, Mr. Anxious Druid."

"The problem of Zlos... cannot be solved by just a few of us. We must gather a large force and act together."

Seeing Syndra's left eye flash with golden light, Vasya quickly changed her words after understanding the message she conveyed.

She had wanted to show off her skills, use the preparation time for casting the spell, practice with the extra materials, and improve her abilities in other areas.

With her stepmother's special reminder, she thought that Valithria had received the message she had conveyed and went into Thros to explore with Jaina.

Unexpectedly, after almost a day, my younger sister took action.

As a result, the Green Dragon Legion is just one dragon... None of the green dragons in the organization came, and they still had to rely on the local druids.

But why would the local druid, Thornspeaker, call her, an ordinary human mage, "Your Highness"?

What's more, Jaina led her men to charge in recklessly without calling her.

Vasya was very confused about these two questions, but the special magic whirring ball placed on the bedside table in her room had something to say.

"Thank you, Lord Sindra and Her Highness Vasya, for your willingness to help."

"I, Muraco, will take your place..."

Sindra exuded her power and said, "Thornspeaker Muraco, tell me the coordinates, and I will take you there now."

Muraco was a little surprised by what Sindra said: "Sir Youge, such a waste of magic power, I think you..."

Sindra cast a spell to hook the Glacial Frenzy that had run to the side and returned to its original size. She said, "No waste, not a single bit."

Knowing that the water elemental brother was about to be forced to face a "warning" treatment, Muraco took out a rune stone and placed it in front of Syndra.

They have caused innocent water element brothers to suffer before, so now they cannot let the water element brothers continue to suffer because of them.

Glacier Frenzy, who was receiving a magic infusion massage, said, I want more, it’s not bitter at all, I completed my task successfully.

Glancing at the rune stone engraved with the Orpha Beast Lair, Syndra said, "Mr. Muraco, are the coordinates you gave spacious enough?"

Not understanding what Sindra meant, Muraco nodded blankly.

There are only six of us including the water elemental brothers. How can the space I gave in the Great Thorntalker's lair not be spacious? Could there be another...

Understanding what Muraco meant, Sindra closed the golden pupil of her left eye and said, "Very good, then I feel relieved. Maybe I just need to squeeze it a little."

As a gleam of light flashed across Sindra's blue right eye, she raised her hand and condensed a huge azure formation, which instantly floated into the sky.

At this moment, one hundred and twenty meters away from Youge and her daughter, in a small garden separated by many rooms, there was a handsome man with gray hair playing the harmonica.

Because he heard that his good brother next door had a good sleep in another world and walked out of the room, Mogena played his favorite little tune, strolled among the fragrant flowers and plants, and admired the night view of his hometown.

Suddenly seeing the magic circle shining with rich arcane power above his head, he couldn't help but put down his harmonica and took a deep breath. Something big had happened.

Unfortunately, before he could cast a spell to warn others, the magic circle in the sky suddenly fell down, and the boundary of the magic circle just covered him.

In extreme fear, Mogna shed tears... and suddenly wiped them away with the flick of his sleeve. This was the familiar arcane power, not the enemy.

If someone he knew saw him like this, wouldn't he... Thinking again, Mo Ge Na threw all the transparent water balls he had prepared at his handsome face.

Mother, I, Morgana Stormsong, am still...

Before he could think about it, the large-scale teleportation array accurately identified the people in need, and under the guidance of Her Majesty Youge, who was holding her daughter, all of them were teleported away.

The three Proudmoore grandchildren dressed in their battle robes, especially Christina with her new decorations, were even more... the three of them were in high spirits!

The blond captain who stayed up late was chatting animatedly with his "good brother" from afar, with a smile on his face.

Hiding in their room, talking about skills, feeding each other tea, the neatly dressed Mr. and Mrs. Stormsong.

Complete the mission, and you will find three Thornspeakers who are full of expectations, plus a water elemental brother who may be summoned by the master.

Since the strategy before Great Thornspeaker Ulfa left, at least three tasks have been successfully completed, and the five Thornspeaker druids are soaring in the Emerald Dream.

"Please end this quickly, my head... my blade craves souls."

Hula hoop...spin around...oh no! Sword Storm!

A man who looks very impressive... A knight... Oh no! The Lich King!

With the body of a mere Grandmaster Paladin, he accomplished a feat that countless Death Knight apprentices dreamed of... a feat that could be accomplished with a little effort.

He had no mercy on the souls that had died and turned into death fertilizer, and he turned on the light version of the dark-embellished high-intensity continuous hurricane slash, which knocked down countless Drust soul outposts like a storm.

He successfully dealt with an outpost camp, but the Light and Dark Hurricane stopped in front of a Drust ghost who was waiting to die.

Holding the sword next to the lucky Drust ghost, Arthas raised his left hand and pressed his head to stop some of the white hair from flying and disrupting his vision.

He said coldly: "You, it's you."

"Go back and tell Gorak Tul that I, Caesar Waycrest, am here."

"I am the Knight Commander of the Order of Embers. The feud between Kul Tiras and your Drust must be settled today."

Speaking of the familiar Drust ghost, Arthas said: "If you run too slowly, then go and stay with your comrades."

Throwing the Drust ghost into the distance, Arthas grasped the hilt of the sword beside him with one hand and drew out Frostmourne.

He slowly walked towards the location where the sound of pain came from. The white ice under his feet spread out and extended outward with him step by step.

When the lucky Drust soul struggled to get up and ran towards the next Drust camp in the distance, the voice of the Dark King rang out again.

The grim voice of Knight Commander Caesar Waycrest followed him like a thorn in his flesh.

"Escape! You will eventually face the judgment of the Holy Flame. The Knights of Embers have waited too long for this day."

"You... and Gorak Tul, I will enjoy this hunting process, humhahaha! Hahahahahaha..."