The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Speed ​​up, speed up!"

"You want to do a top-level acceleration... Is it really that serious?"

After being thrown away with great force, Jaina touched the arcane thread in her hand and felt relieved.

All around her were black and red transmission passages that looked like spiral convex tunnels, and were being led to the previous entrance by a mysterious force.

She turned to look at Arthas, who was in a panic. She was so calm in the crisis that nothing could affect her waving and speaking, including the King of Drust who was chasing her in front of her sight.

Although the King of Drust had just appeared in their sight, Jaina couldn't help feeling a little worried after casually estimating the distance between the two sides.

She held the hard purple silk thread in her small hand, ready to teleport at any time while pulling the thread upwards.

As soon as he was affected by it, Arthas said subconsciously: "I like the quadruple... it's best to cover the whole card... wait, run quickly!"

"Don't worry, I'm trying harder."

During the brief conversation, Arthas arrived directly behind Jaina in a 180-degree semicircular parabolic trajectory.

The moment he landed, he threw holy light at the King of Drust to slow him down.

He threw her forward again with great force, throwing Jaina right in front of him and creating distance between them again.

Using this simple method, the two powerful men and women worked together to escape, as waves of death force gradually approached their current exit.

By the way, he dodged several death spells in a row. The most important thing was to stay alive... With a turn of her blue eyes, Jaina seemed to have thought of something, and Arthas's face changed. She wanted to make trouble.

As Arthas pulled the thread, he looked at the blocked door and couldn't help choking. Jaina also came to his side, and the icy wand instantly caught her eye.

"Arthas, we are still in the Shadowlands. Do you want to leave like this?"

Nodding, Arthas said, "Jaina, I don't want to either, but... okay, I may already know why you said that."

Just as he finished speaking, Jaina pulled him up with satisfaction, brought him to the exit, and used up most of her mana to seal the King of Drust.

Looking at the familiar exit, she raised her hand and cast a few runes, letting them float into various parts of the surface of the Lich King's suit and hide inside.

After doing all this simply, Jaina patted Arthas on the shoulder and took a few steps towards the exit.

Then she stretched her arms upward, lightly jumped on the pedal, and jumped into the red and black sea with a splash.

For this gesture, Arthas, as the referee, raised Frostmourne and gave her a full score. He could only give her a full score.

The full score for this dive is one point, and after the divers leave, it's the audience's turn to experience the frosty waves rolling towards the King of Drust.

In the blink of an eye, King Drust shattered the ice on his body, and with his fists wrapped in black mist, he held up the frost "axe" and took six steps back on his own initiative.

Seeing the King of Drust being chopped back by his axe, Arthas laughed and said, "You didn't expect it, did you? I'm not here to die alone."

"Come here, I just need to hold you back for the time I have left, Gorak Tul!"

Estimating the remaining time, Arthas held the "axe" in one hand, swung the sword and axe, and fought with the King of Drust who rushed towards him silently.

Here, although the changes in time are still unclear, the Eternal One’s eyes are no longer on this place, and the rules are unlocked!

After discussing this issue with Jaina, he still has concerns about the Shadow Realm of this world, and Frostmourne is not so easy to obtain.

However, why should Jaina take the responsibility for the things she took, this true and false combination, forced taming, sister magic sword in his hand?

He thought about it for a long time and came to only one possible conclusion: he was the destined Lich King and Jaina's wand was just an accident.

With this conjecture, he became more and more afraid of the Shadow Realm. How long can a small master...legend last in front of the true God, regardless of the gameplay?

So, when he was on vacation from the Shadowlands, he secretly talked with Jaina for a long time and came to a conclusion.

After all, Azeroth is not the territory of the Eternals, and it is safe, but it is not in the right version of the world and at the right time to go to the Shadow Realm.

Well, no matter how careful they both are, it won't be too much. The less they can reveal in front of the true God, the better, as they have thought of all kinds of bad fates.

Although Dihua may not be correct, when Arthas thought of Mal'Ganis's incredible ability to survive, he remembered an old friend in the Shadowlands.

When he died at his hand, was it a substitute death or something else he wanted to do?

He didn't know now, but after a long time he found a clue, and after an unknown amount of time he finally...

"Your power hasn't changed at all, how can you defeat me!"

Hearing the voice questioning his own strength, Arthas smiled brilliantly, and the power of death surged from the axe and sword in his hands.

The three-axe weapon is extremely useful, but the recoil force and the inability to kill the enemy are really... Although it has disadvantages, it can save lives.

After once again fighting off the increasingly normal King of Drust, Arthas thought to himself that his and Jaina's guess was correct, there must be big problems where they passed through the Death Gate.

Arthas brushed the axe with one hand and said, "Your knowledge is too superficial. You will never understand where we are..."

With his arms clasped together, the King of the Drust retreated and shouted, "Do you think you can defeat us Drust?"

"As long as there is one person left alive, we will never be defeated!"

"Is your brain good or not, or... Oh my, I'm not you, how can I know your pain?"

"Why can't you accept the reality? If you hadn't played tricks, I would have almost believed it."

"No, are you trying to test me?"

Glancing at his constantly shaking right arm, Arthas wondered how long he could hold on. He sighed, steadied his right arm, and did not stop the axe at all.

When Arthas saw through his thoughts, King Drust sneered, "So what if you saw through it?"

With the help of his physical fitness which far surpassed that of Arthas, he did not continue to take the magic sword head-on, but kept dodging, and finally stopped retreating.

"All intelligent races in the world learn lessons from failure, and so do we Drust."

"We have learned a lot from what you have done."

After dodging Arthas's forced sword strike once again, the King of Drust pointed at his head and said, "Your plan has been exposed."

"I will have your head before I go again to deal with other opponents."

"We, the Drusts, will repay you for everything you did to us Drusts."

Hearing this, Arthas snorted coldly, and switched from close combat to long-range axe strike. The frost axe energy spread to the front of the King of Drust, forcing him to retreat.

"Haha, before we go out, it's hard to say who will die first."

With a cold smile, Arthas changed the subject and said, "Dying soul, what's the point of talking to you so much?"

"My power is constantly surging, while yours is gradually fading. Take my axe!"

When Arthas, with the help of the powerful recovery potion from the tortoise jelly that he had taken but had some outrageous side effects, burst out with a terrifying "holy light" to fight... a moment before Jaina jumped into the water and splashed, a large magic circle lit up under the Death's Door.

Surrounded by about five thousand elite Thorntalkers, a group of rescuers led by Tanred...Sindra, who was holding Christina, arrived here.

As soon as they came over, they felt the strong power of death and looked up at the Gate of Death. Under their feet, the teleportation formation that completed the mission disappeared instantly.

Scanning the area with her golden-blue eyes, Syndra soon discovered something other than the various scattered auras, which made her exclaim in surprise.

"It seems we are not too late, but why is little Jaina throwing things around like that?"

Summoning a familiar red photo stone hidden deep in the ground, Sindra's gray brows were furrowed, and her new gray ponytail hair swayed slightly as she forcefully infused arcane magic into the photo stone.

The daughter, who usually had a pretty accurate sense of time, miscalculated the time the first time, and her mother had to use brute force to break the spell and forcibly activate the message left by Jaina.

They just arrived a lot earlier, just when Arthas and Jaina led the team to complete the reconnaissance mission and bid farewell to the scout team around them... Before that, they took the initiative to come to Thros.

With the experience from last time, Sindra went over the contents first before deciding to cover up a few things. It sounded like the timing was indeed not accurate.

She relaxed her brows, put away the photo stone and said, "Everyone, the children are fine. The two of them are fighting Old Drust in the gate!"

"Ms. Youge, inside the Gate of Death..."

Reacting instinctively, Syndra stood on tiptoe to give Valithria a look...and then realized something was wrong, so she changed her pace normally, then straightened it and gave Valithria next to her a loving nod on the forehead.

"My daughter, this is the only message left for us. We must trust them both, our green dragon friends."

“No one can be underestimated. We can never understand what mission God will give us, and when destiny arrives, everyone has a great opportunity to do great things.”

In the face of Vasya's aggrieved eyes, Sindra displayed her noble lady's demeanor, waved her sleeves gracefully, and her voice penetrated into the ears of Ferres and Valithria like a spring breeze.

Whenever she is in doubt, she knocks or taps her daughter, and anything can be done quickly... When nothing works, she just uses the ideas in her head to solve the problem and tells her big truths casually.

At the same time, some people were speculating, for example, the little girl who was held by her uncle, her blue and black eyes rolling around, and through her grandmother's words, she discovered the unspeakable secret and analyzed what her biological mother had left behind.

There were also people looking up at the sky, such as Lucia. She looked at the position where she had stood before, which had not changed much, and she had an idea of ​​what posture the older sister who was not her biological sister would appear in.

"We have no way of knowing the details of what is going on in Zlos. We just need to be prepared for defense and wait for the two children and the enemy to appear."

"So, everyone, come with me, to prevent..."

Before he could finish his words, Jaina began to fall from the sky. She flew through the dark clouds, her body like a high-speed spinning drill, rushing straight down towards her little brother with a panic-stricken face, Tanred who was holding his niece.

As a mother who loves her daughter dearly, she had long wanted to... Someone below saw this, and when Sindra was drawing the magic runes indifferently, she suddenly raised her right hand with the violet flower pattern.

Now that the rescue target has appeared, she has to take action to make up for the result of sleeping late before. She takes the initiative to find something to do, and she always feels that her fellow dragons are watching her.

In less than two seconds, the confused Jaina was wrapped in green light, her whole body flipped half a circle, and slowly and steadily fell.

When she landed, she only brought a slight breeze, making some grass sway comfortably.

Jaina extended her hand to thank the kind-hearted green dragon and said, "Thank you, my kind elf friend."

"I am Jaina Proudmoore, the mage of Dalaran. May I ask what your name is, Elf lady?"

The moment she saw her "sister", Jaina didn't have time to think about it before she was reminded by the private magic voice of the blonde sister next door. She smiled and changed her words without changing her expression.