The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"You traitors of Drust, what do you want to do here instead of studying the natural ways you worship?"

Looking up, he saw eleven beasts from deep in his memory ruthlessly killing the guards, and an old Drust ghost opened his eyes and said.

He had been locked up in this prison with sporadic blue light for too long, and the eternal time of the dead had brought him endless loneliness.

Unexpectedly, the one who came to save him in the end was not the other awakened comrades, but the Thorntalker, a living being whom he had always despised.

For a long time, there were only countless dead people in front of him, and no living people. Thros had become the kingdom of the dead for the Drust souls.

When the Thorntalkers in front of him turned into human form, the old ghost said angrily: "Orfa... the great Thorntalker of the invaders!"

"You traitor of Drust, you have destroyed our Drust!"

"I knew that Drust would regret following you!"

In front of this Drust ghost, all of Drust's enemies possessed the druidic ways of the Drust Thornspeaker.

The only familiar visitor was someone he was very familiar with, his former compatriot, now a traitor to his clan, the great thorn speaker, Orfa, who became an accomplice of the invaders.

The civilization of the Drust has been completely inherited by these hateful invaders, and there are no new Drust.

At least, in his eyes, this is the current result.

"Alas, you are still like this."

Looking at the Drust ghost in front of him, who was shackled but still scolding him, Orfa sighed.

Arriving next to the Drust ghost, Orfa said, "Augustus, my old friend."

"Kiwar taught us that nature embraces everything."

"Now the outcome is determined, your choice was not the right one."

Augustus snorted coldly at the hypocritical clan traitor in front of him and said, "The ending you said is already determined, but it is the end of our Drust's destruction that is already determined."

"Kivar has taught us that nature also has rage!"

"The Thornspeaker has fallen to this point. Has the Drust of the mortal world perished?"

Breaking off the soul-binding chains that bound Augustus, Orfa said, "Our druidic ways were selflessly taught to us by the King of the Forest."

"Any inheritor who hears the call of nature and is willing to protect nature can voluntarily learn the Thorn Whisperer's way of balancing life and death."

"Augustus, the Thornspeakers welcome these inheritors, not the inheritors you define alone."

Helping up his frail old friend who was as tough as steel, Orfa said, "Drust is not extinct. We are one race."

"We now share a common name, Kul Tirans."

"Kul Tirans...Ulfar, this is originally our Drust land!"

"We have lived on this island for generations. This is our sacred land, and yet you say we are one race! We have the same name!"

Augustus became more and more angry about what Orfa said now, and didn't want to believe it. A red light flashed across his gray body.

This made him more convinced that the pure Drust in the world had perished. He wanted to...

With one hand, he stopped Augustus from self-destructing and said, "Stop your crazy behavior, Augustus."

"During the years we stayed in Kul Tiras, the curse from our bloodline made our children, generation after generation, weaker in the eyes of some people."

"Nature has already revealed to us that we are one race and we have a common origin."

After controlling the restless death power in Augustus' body, Orfa let him go and said sincerely: "This is the real reality, my old friend, the reality that all of us have subconsciously accepted."

To his old friend who still refused to believe, Orfa said: "Long imprisonment has imprisoned you, Augustus."

"You abandoned our ancient ways and followed Gorak Tul, but what has he brought to us?"

"He verbally told us that we were fighting for survival, but what did he do under this righteous slogan?"

"He made us abandon our way of balancing life and death, and changed us silently with the power of death."

Hearing this, Augustus thought of the day when he was imprisoned here by the leader he had always respected.

Until his death, both in life and after life, he served the dream of the Drusts, fought for the survival of the race, and for the revenge of the race.

In the end, he got nothing of worldly value. He had a lonely grave during his lifetime, and after his death, there was only a cage, imprisoning people who had the same ideas as him.

Wandering in the vortex of revenge, he was already deeply exhausted. Some of the hatred in his heart was swept away by the ruthless river of time, and he no longer clung to the forgotten hatred.

Thinking of this, Augustus said: "Orfa, I have dedicated my whole life to Drust."

"Gorak Tul didn't bring me anything, but we are Drust, not foreign invaders."

"Before we decided to go to war with the invaders, we knew their inherent bad nature. They were here just to rob us."

Recalling some of his former friends and later enemies, Augustus said: "Some of the peace gestures at that time were only temporary."

"When it comes to the resources we rely on for survival, we can only occupy them and not share anything."

At the beginning, he did try to make friends with the invaders, communicate peacefully, spread the ideas of Drust, and be an inclusive Thornspeaker.

However, the friend he once thought of soon betrayed him, and the desire of the "friend" was insatiable, and the "friend" expanded his territory along the coast.

"Friends" are enemies and invaders. They do not follow the laws of nature, they destroy nature, they forcibly transform nature, and they don't even feel any guilt.

It seems that everything is what the "friend" deserves. The "friend" can take away the neighbor's survival resources at will and treat them as his own property. This is a shameful betrayal.

Looking at Orfa who was waiting for him to continue, Augustus said, "Orfa, at least some of what Gorak Tul said was correct."

"If we allow invaders to plunder our land at will, the living space for us Drust will only become smaller and smaller."

"In the face of this invader that could grow into a greedy behemoth, we must defend our land, protect our land, and make the invader afraid of us."

Augustus stared at his old friend with blue eyes, and said, "Nature has asked us for help, but we have ignored it and allowed this tumor to grow wildly!"

"You guys ignored the call of nature, which is why I joined him."

"One day, we will regret this. These invaders are nothing but uncivilized barbarians!"

At this moment, Orfa said: "Augustus, what you said."

"It is merely Gorak Tul's rhetoric to lure us into his ambitions."

Suddenly pointing at Augustus, Orfa said solemnly: "Of course you asked us for help, but what did you do?"

"You are sowing death. You are looking for excuses, excuses for your deviation from the way of nature, and high-sounding excuses for your guilty conscience!"

"You know what you are doing, but you turn a blind eye and allow countless creatures in nature to wail miserably."

Standing with his fingers retracted, Orfa said in a deep voice: "Augustus, if we continue to argue, we will not be able to accomplish anything."

"Each of us has long understood the truth of the matter and is ready to take responsibility for our own choices... I wonder how many years you have been trapped here?"

Shaking his head, Augustus said, "How many years I've been trapped here... It doesn't matter at all, Orfa."

"Only one thing matters. I'm tired of waiting for that unattainable dream."

"I know why you came to me. The conflicts between each of us Drust have always existed."

Glancing at the other Thorntalkers on standby, Augustus said, "We both know that you want to use me."

"Your salvation is a delicious poison to us, the lingering souls."

Raising a finger, Augustus said, "I have only one request. When everything is over, you must respect the wishes of the remaining souls like me."

"Wherever you go, there are disputes. I'm tired of things not going my way, which makes my hatred grow stronger."

"Hatred keeps me going, hatred keeps me alive, hatred tires me, hatred makes me... I don't want to argue with you anymore."

Looking at his old friend across from him, Augustus said slowly: "I have made my choice. I choose to escape. I choose to die!"

"The kingdom of the dead may be the best choice for someone like me."

"After years of persistence, my dream has been shattered... because in my heart, the path you have chosen is wrong."

Until now, Augustus still looked down on Orfa and Gorak, and hated them and the path they represented from the bottom of his heart.

One merged with the enemies of the Drust to form a new Drust, and it is no longer even a Drust.

One brought endless death, and ancient customs gradually worshipped the blood of enemies, which was once an evil custom that our ancestors despised.

After a brief period of hesitation, Augustus accepted the olive branch offered by Golak and got the outcome he never wanted.

Seeing his old friend going a little crazy, Orfa couldn't help but say, "Augustus, your choice is not to escape."

"Real escape is not like this. Maybe you are thinking..."

Hearing Orfa say this, Augustus said coldly: "Great Thorn Speaker Orfa, stop talking."

"If you continue to waste your time, I'm sure Gorak Tul will be very happy."

"His enemies are foolishly arguing here, while the army he sent could easily destroy us."

Without the soul-binding shackles, Augustus used this land of death to gradually recover his strength.

It is souls like himself that Ulfa the Great Thornspeaker seeks, souls who have been tortured by Gorak Tul.

With his joining and his help, Orfa had the channel to divide the remaining Drust souls.

He agreed to the proposal to gradually weaken the Drust forces of Gorak Tul and make them look decent at the last moment.

Augustus, the former Thornspeaker, is completely disappointed with Gorak. The future his compatriots are waiting for is only dark.

The long and repetitive waiting made him tired.

He was extremely disappointed by the leader's absurd behavior.

The eternal indifference of death made him even more indifferent.

If this was what Ulfa wanted, then he would do it... this time, just to get back at Gorak Tul.

However, Orfa had no such idea. He simply did not believe in Gorak Tur. He thought that the shame of a clan could do anything.

In his memory, Gorak Tul's rule was brutal and oppressive, using the name of the Drust to claim justice and eliminate dissidents.

If there had not been that war, there would have been other wars, wars with other races. Gorak Tur could not strike a balance and could only use war to divert the increasingly complex conflicts within the tribe.

Since before Gorak Tul came to power, the Thornspeakers have become the object of scorn among young Drust, and more and more Drust have abandoned the teachings of protecting nature.

By the time Gorak Tul became the leader of the Drust, few young Drust could see his ambition, and they all became pawns for Gorak Tul to realize his ambition.

At this time, Augustus said: "Ulfa, there are many Drust who are dissatisfied with Gorak Tul waiting for you to gather them."

"Savior of Drust, how long are you going to pretend to be kind and righteous? Your behavior is annoying me!"

With a short sigh, Orfa said, "Augustus, I have never been the savior of Drust."

"The savior of our Drust is always..."

"We Drust's saviors are always ourselves, but we cannot save our people."

"Put aside your hypocritical words. How many shady plots did you hide to climb to the position of the Great Thorn Whisperer?"

Glancing at the ten Thorntalkers who were pursuing the way of nature behind Orfa, Augustus said, "You are their Great Thorntalker, not the Great Thorntalker of Drust."

"Orfa, you and I are no longer the same kind of people. I am no longer the Thornspeaker."

Augustus walked off into the distance, trying to win over other Drust souls who were willing to resist Gorak Tul.

Whether in life or after death, the resentment that Drust had accumulated for a long time will erupt today and overthrow the rule of Gorak Tul.

His former leader, Gorak Tur, who wanted to drain the souls of these dissidents, should have thought that this day would come... I, Augustus, have waited in agony and finally waited for this day, the day to take revenge on Gorak Tur.

Looking at the figure moving further and further ahead, Orfa said, "Thornspeakers, follow him."

Orfa did not intend to continue debating with Augustus about his misunderstanding, so he had to take the Thornspeaker with him to rescue the souls who wanted to rebel against Gorak Tul.

His former friend, Augustus, had a deep prejudice against others, as high as a mountain with no end in sight.

He had no idea what they had encountered during the two thousand years they had wandered in Thros, but now he could only watch it all happen quietly and think of solutions.

The unexpected discovery of these Drust souls who were dissatisfied with the rule of Gorak Tur, his former compatriots, gave him mixed feelings.

He had wanted to find other innocent souls trapped here, but he hadn't expected Gorak Tul to be so cruel and treat those who resisted him as... just like he had exploited those two children, repeatedly reaping the power of souls.

"At your command, Great Thorntalker."

So, Orfa took the ten Thorntalkers and followed Augustus into the unknown darkness.

Meanwhile, Arthas finally arrived at the unexpected destination of his journey.

He felt the powerful force and familiar breath contained in the camp ahead.

Communicating with Jaina along the way, he learned about the successive changes that made Arthas lose the plan he had prepared from the beginning.

However, the general goals and core means have not changed much. When Arthas saw the Drust camp emerging in the distance, he felt that it was time to give a little surprise.

He called out tentatively, "Gorak Tul, I, Caesar Waycrest, have come to see you."

Just as he was sending a brother away, he saw this bold enemy suddenly rushing in on horseback. A Drust ghost said, "It's an invader, blow the horn quickly!"

A loud and high-pitched horn sounded, and the souls of the Drust emerged from all directions, instantly surrounding Arthas.

There were no little surprises among them, and Arthas felt that he should go deeper to attract the big fish to bite him steadily.

"In order to end the feud between us... Holy Light, welcome your judgment!"

Two rays of holy light descended from the sky, instantly purifying the eight weak Drust Revenant Guards, and the "Captain of Ashes" sounded the clarion call for a new battle.

Seeing their eight comrades being purified, the surrounding Drust souls did not retreat. Instead, they took three steps forward and attacked Arthas with their weapons.

"Invader of Thros, arrogant living being, how dare you come here alone!"

"When you see your master... kneel down and accept death!"