The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Grand Marshal, after explaining the pros and cons in detail, they are all willing to go to the safe area."

After completing the task, the newly joined 500 people were left behind, and the rest of the people were taken by Falric to Jaina who was teasing her daughter.

Putting Christina down, Jaina stood up and said, "My fellow countrymen, there are undead scourges all around us."

"They are monsters born from corpses. From now on, we will actively enter a dangerous place. It will be extremely difficult and dangerous."

"I have no choice but to do this. Please forgive me. I will send you all to Hearthglen now."

After briefly warning the people in front of her again, Jaina raised her hand and opened several portals leading directly to Hearthglen, a place of deep love between father and son.

Deep love between father and son? This is the nth time that Tirion has been brought back to Hearthglen by the person behind the scenes? !

The story begins at that time, ever since Arthas saw old Fording come back again and again, because Tyran or Kalandra reappeared...

After taking on the overall mission of the attack, Arthas threw the familiar task to Jaina, who then did a brief search.

In the first scene where some plague aura began to fill the sky, East Wilder was also the Eastern Plagueland, near the Thandoril River Basin.

At most, the location had changed a little, or there was a slight difference in the pastoral life. Next to the slightly damaged house, Jaina simply cast an illusion and a royal decree and ran away.

"Tirion, are you still alive?"

The man with gray hair who was resting by the fire in the house couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard the voice: "Kalandra?!"

"It's been over a year since we last met. I missed you, Tirion."

However, the woman in Maddenhold Castle seemed not to hear his voice. She was sitting in front of the table holding a portrait of her former family and muttering to herself.

"I'm here, Calandra, I'm here!"

Without having time to think about how he got back or the changes around him, Tirion immediately stood up and came behind the woman, standing behind her and calling out.

"Holy Light, Fording."

"How long can we last in Hearthglen facing these monsters all over the mountains?"

"By the Holy Light, Kalandra, you will be safe..."

At this moment, the supreme holy light descended here and dispelled Jaina's illusion for Tirion.

Seeing himself back in his hut, Tirion looked at the scenery outside and sighed, "In just one month, evil monsters have surrounded that place?"

"How long can I stay here?"

"I have heard different news from the refugees coming and going, but I believe in the Knights of the Silver Hand... Is this a revelation from the Holy Light?"

"I... Holy Light... What is this?"

In doubt, Tirion picked up the slightly wrinkled royal decree at his feet, unfolded it, and immediately fell silent.

Familiar handwriting, familiar marks, familiar tone... He couldn't help but choke and shed tears.

Just one year ago, three months ago, His Majesty Terenas thoroughly investigated all the unjust, false and wrong cases... but he failed.

The nobles betrayed Lordaeron and joined the Cult of the Damned. A month ago, a plague broke out, the undead were rampant, and the royal city fell.

Lordaeron has fallen, and among the leaders, only the paladins are selfless, and Terenas is willing to trust them.

In the face of endless death monsters, only Holy Light stands out and is the nemesis of the evil enemy.

Finding a wrinkle, Tirion wiped away the two tear marks at the corners of his eyes and took a closer look.

After seeing the new content, he wanted to praise the Holy Light and Terenas, but he suppressed his emotions and didn't want to speak. He walked towards the campfire in silence.

"Calandra, I'll be back. I'll be back soon."

The moment the flames went out, Tirion simply packed up his things, picked up his sledgehammer, put on his backpack, and prepared to walk towards Hearthglen.

Yes, in this world he didn't even have a horse, just like in another world, another him had a pony.

Also facing undead enemies, Tirion, who was invited back by Tyran himself, had a horse that was almost the same size as the one in the normal future timeline, but he did not have one in this world.

To give another example, some Tirions cultivated crops and planted fruit trees in just over a year, just like a... Tirion put on his hood and left the hut.

"Who are you, little girl?"

After walking a few steps, Tirion stopped and looked at the blonde female warrior in front of him wearing a black robe with a red bird engraved on it? !

There were two small wings spread on her head, and cold air was everywhere. However, she did not tremble at all due to the cold even though she was carrying an ice crystal spear on her back.

Her cascading golden hair spread out to her waist, with strands of golden threads hanging down like willow branches, crossing her shoulders to her chest.

The golden mask on her face only revealed her sharp blue eyes, the white skin below her nose, and a smile that seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Although she looked beautiful, the Holy Light warned Tirion that she was most likely an enemy rather than a friend, and that dark forces lingered around her.

The tight Yonghua robe she was wearing, made of some unknown cloth, occasionally flashed with lightning and flames, and a biting cold air formed and rose into the sky.

Pure white snow fell from the plague-infected sky, one snowflake after another falling, which Tirion did not notice when he was about to leave.

"Puchi." With a light laugh, the female warrior slowly took off her mask. She didn't expect that the illusion would only last for a short while.

"Tirion Fordring... I am Jaina Proudmoore."

Raising the holy light ball she had condensed, Jaina said, "We are both using holy light, so why are you wary of me?"

"Jaina Proudmoore?!"

Putting down his warhammer, Tirion also let go of his hostility towards the female warrior who called herself Jaina. The Holy Light is not an enemy, and darkness also has light.

The most important thing is actually... the secondary statement. Her statement made him unbelievable. Can a magician have such momentum?

Proudmoore, Jaina Proudmoore is a talented mage famous in the human kingdoms, especially in Lordaeron, Kul Tiras and Dalaran.

The dark and cold aura she exuded was something Tirion had never seen before. The darkness swallowed up the light.

If it weren't for the warmth of Jaina's sudden light, he wouldn't have dared to imagine how the cold and indifferent eyes of the superiors could be...

Taking the initiative to disperse the holy light on his body, Tirion said: "My highness, Princess of Kul Tiras, why did you come to see me?"

"You are a paladin, Fording, and we need your strength."

"Paladin, my power?"

"Gavinrad and Sedan are in the East Wilde, Uther is in Kalimdor, and you are the only one in the West Wilde."

"You are the closest to Hearthglen, and you are the best choice to save the suffering people there."

Holding up an image of Taelan, Jaina said, "The Scourge is eyeing us humans, and the living are their source."

"Knights of the Silver Hand, the power of the Holy Light is too dispersed. Lordaeron and Dalaran are already in danger."

"Heartglen needs your strength, Paladin, just as I must rush to Dalaran to prevent a disaster."

When she finished saying this, groups of undead monsters attacked Tailan in the image. The power of holy light purified countless low-level undead, but there was an end.

The flesh has its limits, the amount of Holy Light power that can be accepted also has its limits, but the army of the undead is just as endless.

Alone in the Maddenhold Castle, he guarded the survivors and his mother in the endless darkness.

"I, Jaina Proudmoore, don't have the time to save them, but you do."

"Hillsbrad Foothills. I'm busy with other things."

"So, Tirion Fordring, are you willing to accept this commission?"

Holding the king's command tightly, Tirion did not let it leave him because of the magic. He had already seen through the woman's true colors.

Young people, simply...

Seeing that Wang Ling couldn't take it back, Jaina was speechless for a moment. The middle-aged man did not play by the rules.

Jaina didn't delve into how Tirion found out her background. Someone was waiting for her and her spells were ready.

Accurate positioning is extremely difficult. She can't quickly open a door leading to an unfamiliar place she has never been to without relying on props.

"Little girl, you mages always like to..."

"I'm sorry, I'm not like Master Antonidas, I'm... maybe I'm better."

Making a shushing gesture, Jaina said, "Uncle Fording, would you mind being quicker?"

"Um?!"

Just as he was about to ask the Kul Tiras princess in front of him who had instantly returned to her original form what was going on, Tirion felt his feet go empty.

Entering free fall, Tirion said to the princess who leaned over to look at him: "You are such a bad girl."

The next second, the door above Tirion's head closed, and a letter flew into his hands, replacing the king's order.

However, he who had guessed all this did not let Jaina succeed, with a complicated expression on his face. His Majesty was right.

[The secret message from Terenas to Tirion]

"Terenas: From the time I wrote the first order, I still don't know how I managed to persevere.

The Holy Light gave me a new life... Just go, what son would treat his father like this?

Tirion Fordring, I don't know which period you are from, but the things in the letter are correct, but some things are wrong.

For the sake of Lordaeron, you have done nothing wrong. Please save the suffering people of Lordaeron.

Before I wrote this letter, the evil prince failed his people, but I don't know the situation on your side.

Therefore, I cannot discuss this in detail. Please make your own decision based on the circumstances, Tirion.

Let me remind you of one thing, the prince of Lordaeron who forced me, and his Proudmoore wife, changed a lot. 』

Therefore, he put the true king's order containing Terenas's code into his bag, leaving one in his hand with a new code, which would be used by Arthas to trick him into coming up with another new code in the future.

He didn't know what expression Jaina had when she went back to integrate the new army, just as he didn't know what expression the other one had when he saw the code word he gave her.

At the same time, His Majesty Terenas, who was far away in another world, had a bitter face. He looked at Queen Calia's serious expression and fell into a state of thinking.

As a result, he couldn't help but recall what he had done, especially the memory before the party that day was particularly clear.

He got old and became confused for a while, and acted on impulse because of his son... I wonder what their expressions would be in another world?

"Taran, the offensive of the Undead Scourge has weakened. You can rest for a while."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Eat some breakfast first. You'll need enough energy to kill the enemy, my son."

Pointing to the bread in front of his son, Kalandra sat on a wooden stool and whispered to his son who was carefully looking at the map.

"I know, mother."

Staring at the alliance battlefield map covering multiple kingdoms, Tailan said: "But, mother, I don't want to see this situation."

"If these undead monsters weaken our forces against Hearthglen, other places will be in trouble."

"Now, the Alliance has reached a critical juncture... A few days ago, I saw from afar that they would attack Dalaran next."