The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Drustvar was still in darkness, but the night here was very different from the darkness in Thros. There was more light... and more living beings, such as two green-haired night elves who met by chance somewhere.

Next, the male elf among them was invited to speak. Regardless of age and status, he was inferior to her.

What's more, this night elf girl with curved dragon horns is most likely not aware of the situation here, but is here to travel in Drustvar.

Therefore, no matter what Ferris's considerations were, he had to do this. The two of them were green dragons of the same race and had met each other several times, so they might be familiar with each other's names.

"Valithria, you came to Drustvar..."

"My unknown compatriot, I have received news that the seal of Thros has loosened."

"In order to prevent any unexpected situations, I put aside my chores and rushed here immediately. Are you here to investigate as well?"

As soon as she spoke, Valithria showed her elegance and gentleness, and softly answered the question of why she came to Drustvar.

In response to this, Ferres couldn't help but sigh in his heart, she actually forgot my name.

At the same time, Valithria remembered, the night elf with erected dragon horns, who was he? Had she seen one side... two sides... or three sides of him?

Never mind, brother, don't be sad. I understand everything. I immediately remembered your name... So your name is Ferres!

Ending the recollection, Valisiriya said apologetically: "Sorry, Ferris, I was a little anxious."

"An unknown being kindly informed me of the situation here. The journey is too long and I am a little tired."

Seeing the unexpected green dragon, she couldn't help but think that it was most likely the message that Ferris had given her.

Recently, she had indeed slept for a long time and felt confused, and needed a lot of time to clear her mind again.

Hearing his name, Ferris' voice was a little choked: "Yes, I'm here to investigate the situation, Valisiriya."

However, neither of them noticed the prying eyes nearby. A magical owl with a slightly black body was floating silently beside Valithria.

Looking thoughtful, Ferris said, "Some druids from this place came to the Emerald Dream and told me that Drust broke the seal of Thros."

"However, when I got here, I found that the seal of Thros was still intact."

"Based on past experience, Thros must have encountered some hidden dangers that the Thornspeaker could not solve, so he came to the Emerald Dream for help."

"So, what happened here that made them..."

"Don't bother, Ferris."

Pointing to the blue owl on her shoulder, Valisiriya said happily: "Look here, someone is here to pick us up."

"I didn't expect that soon after arriving, the local druids would... huh? Arcane?!"

After sensing the composition of the owl, the originally happy Valiseria was suddenly startled and her face darkened.

A vivid magical creation, a wizard is spying on her, and Ferris, what happened here? !

In the beast's den in the distance, Sindra sighed and glanced at her daughter who was tinkering with something not far away, feeling very helpless.

In a way, at least her daughter wasn't as slow-witted as Valithria, who was slow to react.

The brains of the adopted sons and daughters might be deeply influenced by this world, and they seem honest and intelligent, but the others don't seem to have this problem... It seems like it's my own problem.

Shaking her head, Syndra threw out the thought, threw it into the crushing station, crushed it completely, and burned it with fire... and finally let the holy light purify it.

The perspective shifted to the place where the green dragon came to rescue. Valithria tried to communicate with the peeping person, but the owner of the owl actually refused directly.

Because of this incident, she couldn't help but think of the War of the Ancients and the abuse of arcane magic that her elders occasionally talked about.

Combined with what my brother said before, the local Thornspeakers may have had to ask someone to help deal with this matter because a powerful wizard wanted to explore Thros.

So, if she couldn't understand the arcane, could she understand the minds of these extremely curious mages?

So, Valisiriya said, "Feres, I may have thought of the reason."

"This is another matter related to the Azeroth Magic Network. We should notify our fellow blue dragons and solve this matter together."

Yes, what the Dream Walker thought of was that when in doubt, she would seek help from professional compatriots to handle the matter, as she and Ferris were not proficient in the arcane.

Frowning, Ferris said: "Valithria, you are wrong."

"Normally, the Thornspeaker would not forget such a question."

"They said that Thros's problem was a curse caused by the power of death. That's why we sealed Thros in the first place."

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the crisis caused by the curse that caused the dead of Drust to be resurrected."

In response to this statement, Valisiriya, who had checked the information on the way, said: "Here comes the problem, Ferris."

"Drustvar, this is very likely... Wait, there was a trace of the breath of the ancient gods in the east yesterday."

At that moment, when he heard the sisters talking about the word "ancient gods", Ferris' complicated thoughts found a way out, as if he had figured out something.

"No way, it's the power of the ancient gods. Is there a Titan facility holding the ancient gods underneath?"

"But I clearly remember..."

Before Valithria could finish her words, the blue owl turned into an arcane gate and swallowed them both in the face of two slightly fearful gazes.

Emerging from the portal, Valithria and Ferris quickly looked around vigilantly, ready to take action at any time.

However, a voice that was very familiar to Ferriss... The Thorntalker came in front of him and bowed slightly.

"Two distinguished guests who have come from afar. Thorn Speaker Mudel welcomes you on behalf of Great Thorn Speaker Orfa."

When the dragon and the man were chatting in detail and confirmed that there was no danger, Valisiriya suddenly looked at a blonde figure not far away.

She felt very close to her, as if this woman was just like...

Holding the flicker spell that she had studied hard recently, Vaseya came to Valithria and took up her tender purple-white hand.

"You are Valithria, the one who..."

After giving a punch to the adopted daughter who was about to lower her generation, Syndra took over the adopted daughter's position and pulled up... and held the hand of the seven-foot-tall night elf.

Looking at the confused female elf, Sindra said, "Valithria, do you know Krasus?"

Hearing the gray-haired wizard say this, Valithria was about to shake her head when she felt icy dragon characters written by the kind Sindra on her palm.

After getting the hint, Valithria said, "Well, I know him. He is the Archmage of Dalaran."

"That's good, Valithria, I'm Sindra Ghostsong."

"Lady Sindra, Ferres and I are here to investigate the curse of Thros."

"I don't know, Zlos has..."

Sindra smiled and interrupted, "Now that everyone is here, let's go."

After taking the formation diagram handed over by Vasya, Syndra took a glance at it, then waved her hand to draw a teleportation formation embryo, covering the rescue team in the Orpha Beast Cave.

She thought the surprise her daughter was talking about was... since the Dream Walker was here, she had to do it, and help the Dream Walker distinguish the difference between night elves and humans.

According to the adopted daughter, if they don't reveal their true identities, they are just humans. How can humans be green dragons?

Krasus had already made up their identities. Youge and her daughter were blue dragon mother and daughter. They just needed to be dyed in the right time. Vasya’s arcane magic was not learned in vain.

The blue dragon army is sparsely populated, and Malygos, the king of blue dragons, occasionally... If it doesn't work, she can still use her age as an excuse. She will never forget the memory of the proto-dragon.

Feeling the aura emitted from Syndra who was carving the formation, Valithria's expression became more respectful, for this was a powerful demigod.

With Mudel's explanation, Sindra's magic... and the seriousness of the others, she realized that something was indeed wrong with Thros, and they were all waiting for her and Ferres.

After learning the truth about Ikkaku, Valithria and Ferris' purple-patterned faces couldn't help but blush. They were indeed slow and made others wait for who knows how long.

When the last rune was engraved, the formation leading to Thros was officially completed, and he left Azeroth with the support team.

However, their presence in Thros was a bit...

"It's okay to be in the limelight, but can you please be careful?"

"Jaina Proudmoore, the power of legend is not invincible. There are tens of thousands of troops on the other side!"

"If I hadn't had a little bit of luck and the help of some good people, I would have been dead long ago."

Wiping the blood from the corner of Jaina's mouth in his arms, Arthas fed her a red potion and gave her these exhortations.

The Navy Commander was strong, but the woman in his arms was not only not a Navy Commander, but also not very good at fighting. She was obviously best at the skill that the two of them had studied...

The original battle situation was like this. There were no surprises. Jaina, who had regained the power of the naval commander, unleashed a flood of magic.

As hot as rain, as cold as wind... the water element is particularly powerful, like an overwhelming ocean, rushing towards the Drust army of undead souls.

Hearing her shouting those childish slogans from time to time made Arthas feel ashamed and doubtful, and he lost to her right from the start.

Unfortunately, the naval commander who seemed as powerful as a god eliminated some... well, a stick was embedded into the ground, leaving only surprised heads exposed. How much time does the strong man have left?

Therefore, the confident and beautiful Lady Proudmoore flew out again and came above the black sky, with the energy in her hands crackling.

She raised her hand and a bolt of purple lightning appeared... with a thump, the whole person rolled and crawled... The rescue team came, and Arthas carried her on his back and ran away.

At that moment, Jaina's face turned pale, but she said unconvincedly: "Humph! I won't pay attention to you."

Seeing Jaina's head turn away, Arthas changed his tone and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Does it hurt?"

Nodding in grievance, Jaina kept her hands busy, making a potion to heal herself, which was as red as ketchup.

Seeing that Jaina had calmed down and was willing to take the medicine, Arthas forced his wife to turn her head back.

He grasped her soft cheek with his left hand, making her pout, and picked up the healing potion with his right hand, pouring it in one bottle after another.

He continued to educate her at this time: "Jaina, you must remember to use your brain more next time."

"When fighting, can we fight like that?"

"You used your head to block the ball attack that I dared not block. Sometimes you really are..."

Drinking the healing potion, Jaina raised her hand and pinched her flesh: "Hmm!"

She almost choked. She really hated Arthas, who always looked for opportunities to tease her.

That was not a forced catch. She was clearly relying on her wisdom and was unintentionally restrained by multiple factors, which forced her to force the catch.

He has become more capable now. When he was attacked, he didn't even make a sound, like a mute person.

Rubbing the back of Jaina's neck, Arthas said, "Drink slowly, don't rush."

"I won't say it, but you have to listen."

"If you don't have another true you, don't be arrogant."