The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Orfa, you want to get us together again, what do you want to say?"

"If it's just some dying words, then don't say anything and let me be quiet for a while."

Reunited with his people, Alarak fell down and asked, feeling that his second death was approaching.

He didn't want to say much about Orfa and Augustus. He just wanted to accept the fate of the loser and experience more of this world.

With a forced smile on his wrinkled face, Orfa said, "Alarak, before you leave, why not let me see you off?"

"I haven't seen you for more than two thousand years. I no longer have the thoughts I had when I was young. Now I just want to see my fellow tribesmen."

"I thought that I had survived until now because there was some important mission waiting for me, but what I experienced in the past two days told me otherwise."

"Although I am a Great Thorn Speaker, I have too many regrets in my life. Surviving in vain may be a gift from fate."

"In the end, I've been wanting to tell you something, and I was wrong."

Hearing Orfa say that he was wrong, Schulin, who was hunched over and stubbornly insisting, sneered: "Haha, you are wrong."

"What a joke, Great Thorntalker, is this the mercy you and Augustus have?"

"I tell you, I don't want to accept any mercy. Please kill me or chop me up as you wish. Don't play the emotional card."

In response to Schuylin's statement, Augustus spoke before Orfa: "I believe Orfa, he is old."

"Although we have survived in Thros for so many years, we lack sufficient communication and have always been persisted by our obsession with revenge."

"Compared to his troubled brother, he may have sincerely apologized, but I don't know what exactly it was."

The words and voices were not as confrontational as before. After listening to Orfa's words, Augustus took the initiative to let go of his hostility towards Schuylin and other Drust.

We are about to part ways, but the power to decide our fate lies in the hands of others. Why should we keep going against each other until the last moment of our lives?

Perhaps this separation will last forever. Augustus heard the implication of Orfa's words.

After more than two thousand years of baptism, Augustus didn't know what Orfa had experienced, but he knew that he had changed.

"So, Orfa, are you here to laugh at us?"

Ignoring Augustus' words, Gaolek covered the wound on his chest and looked at the two of them coldly.

In his eyes, no matter what, they were both traitors to Drust, and he could not tolerate either of them.

If the enemy invading Thros this time had not been too tricky, too difficult, and too powerful, none of this would have happened.

Without Arthas, Jaina and the others, the next transaction is approaching, so there is no need to be so anxious and take the initiative to call upon the Lord of the Maw.

He believed that one day, he, Gorak Tul, would use his wisdom to gain the knowledge to leave Thros from the Lord of the Maw.

Unfortunately, he failed and all his plans came to nothing.

"Golak, that's not what I meant. I have something to tell you."

"Now that everyone is here, I just want to..."

Not wanting to listen to Orfa any more, Gorak said, "No need to say more, Orfa."

"The hidden dangers of my compatriots were shouldered by me not long ago."

"If you still want to show us Drust a little mercy, then send them to the Shadowlands."

"Unless it is necessary, the gate of the Abyss will not be opened to them. The kingdom of the dead also needs the power of the dead."

"Ardenweald may not be a place that most of them can go to. We have long since given up the way of nature."

After saying what he thought Orpha would say next, Gorak stared at him coldly, waiting...

After listening to this, Orfa couldn't help but ask: "Golak Tur, how did you do it?"

With a sneer, Gao Lek said: "How did you do that? How can I do that?"

"No matter how you see me, Gorak Tul, I will only be good to those who support me. Those who oppose me will eventually pay the price."

"When making a deal with the devil, can we mortals only allow ourselves to be bullied by those beings?"

"No, the devil is also human, with our human emotions. I have reversed the price time and time again, but I failed this time."

"But I will bear all the blame. This is the fate of the loser. I am the leader of the Drust, and I am responsible for the Drust."

After hearing Gaolek's continuous words, the Drust ghosts around him, whether they were his supporters or opponents, all remained silent and just looked at him quietly.

The next moment, Gorak stopped Orfa and said, "I know what you want to say, Great Thorntalker."

"You don't have to worry about me. As long as I die, they won't suffer the fate of having their souls harvested."

"That fate... Augustus, that fate is far worse than the sacrifices you traitors make for our Drust cause."

Watching "himself" finish speaking the words hidden in his heart and suddenly disappear, Gaolek, who appeared with Jaina, looked at her expressionlessly.

Regardless of what the other Drust thought, Gorak asked, "Human, is this the mercy you are giving us?"

"If your guess is wrong, then your so-called mercy is nothing but... Yes, I am the loser, and my fate can be arbitrarily controlled by you."

Without thinking too much, Gaolek looked at Jaina with resentment on his face.

While he was waiting, the conceited witch created a fake body to speak for him.

In his eyes, Jaina was just like the Lord of the Maw, who tried to control the fate of others and kept saying that it was for your own good.

Little did they know... they would find out eventually. When Gollak saw Jaina gathering the surviving souls of the Drust and the "power" he left in their bodies into a ball, he couldn't help but lower his head.

Yes, he wanted to do that.

When he saw that Jaina did not kill her stripped compatriots, he guessed that the enemies invading Thros would not kill them so easily.

However, he did not expect that the final result would be what he had hoped for, that the surviving souls of the Drust would be able to enter the Shadow Realm.

Take advantage of this great opportunity to remove the hidden hand in his compatriot's body. He has always known that the power of the Lord of the Abyss has both good and bad sides.

Those who opposed him, except for some who were sent to the Maw by him, the rest of their opponents were like Augustus and were not destined to enter the Maw.

This was the solution he came up with after gaining power and knowledge from his transaction with the Lord of the Maw.

However, the change of the situation exceeded his imagination. He originally wanted to use Arthas or Jaina to severely trick the Lord of the Maw and witness with his own eyes the existence above demigod.

As a last resort, he used this devouring knowledge to change the Drust battle formation, allowing the "dead" Drust souls to enter his body, allowing his soul to bear the fate of entering the Abyss.

As long as he was alive, he believed that everything would turn around. He tried again and again...but the winner was not him, Gorak Tul, but his enemy.

In grief, Gao Lek asked: "Witch, what do you want?"

Jaina smiled softly at the question.

The next second, she took out Frostmourne from Arthas' waist and inserted it in front of Gorak Tul.

She flicked Frostmourne and said, "The defeated must pay the price."

"You carry so many expectations of the Lord of the Maw. I want you to take the initiative to enter a prison as the price for releasing the remaining Drust souls to the Shadow Realm."

"I have so many questions, but if I do this, then maybe I'll know some hidden secrets."

"You are a little different from him. I hope to get an answer one day. So letting you in for now may be a good choice."

Cursing the unconscious Arthas in her heart, Jaina spoke to Gorak and told him the price he would have to pay.

Just based on the fact that he couldn't control the Soul Prison, Jaina had high hopes for Arthas, Frostmourne, and there was a gap between him and his master.

Of course, the same is true between different Gorak Tul. The Drust souls in Frostmourne are a bit lonely.

"Rather than sending you to the Maw to suffer, I believe that entering another prison will keep you away from the punishment of the Lord of the Maw."

"Well, witch, can you give me some time to think about it?"

"Of course, Gorak Tul, you have some time."

Leaving Frostmourne behind, Jaina flashed away and joined the group of scholars discussing how to close Death's Door, changing her state instantly.

Seeing Jaina leave, Gaolek fell into silence as he looked at the motionless magic sword.

"Chief, you can't do that."

"Chief, you are the king we are waiting for. Why should we accept this outcome?"

"It's better to die in battle with great fanfare, and finally..."

At this time, Gorak said: "Schulin, Alarak, we are the losers, it's that simple."

"The victor has already woven our future destiny, sometimes a slightly better ending... Death has already carved its mark on us."

"We are destined to die in this lifetime, but our compatriots who died in battle... are still alive."

"They are all in the Shadow Realm, awaiting the judgment of death. This is the deal between me and another being."

"Rather than being used by that witch after death, it is better to have a new life."

In response to Gaolek's attitude, Alarak tilted his head and closed his eyes, while Schuylin remained indifferent.

At this moment, Augustus said: "Gorak Tur, no matter how bad you are in my heart, you are at least a qualified leader now."

"Existences like witches will always have evil intentions towards us."

Seeing the familiar scene, some of the shadows in Orfa's heart disappeared and his mind became clear.

At the last moment of separation, everyone seemed to return to the past and gather together.

If those things had not happened, they would still be friends discussing the future with each other, eager to become warriors to protect their compatriots.

"You are right, Augustus. Mages from the outside world are always greedy for special materials."

"Mage? She is obviously a wizard, Orfa."

……

With the examples set by Gorak and Augustus, the Drust souls gathered there became more and more lively.

In the end, when Gaolek decided to say goodbye, perhaps it would be best to leave with a smile.

Now, with this opportunity, how could they let it go?

For the first time in a long time, he felt relaxed again, the "relaxation" that he had once abandoned.

Damn witch, she even used magic to influence them in the end... Jaina, who was chatting animatedly, suddenly felt an itchy nose.

She couldn't help but wonder, what did I do, and who is talking about me?

I killed so many Drust today, I don’t know why my... wait, why are there only so few, when can I open it?

……

Greatly disappointed, Jaina's thoughts became confused again.