The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Kael'thas, do you think what I said is right?"

"You say a lot, but you're not wrong, Jaina."

"I have to admit that you convinced me. Most of what you said is... right. Okay."

After saying this, Kael'thas opened his hands behind his back somewhat helplessly, in a tone similar to his helpless tone.

Waving her hand to disperse the barrier, Jaina was proud in her heart, but on the surface she was calm and said, "That's good. Are you ready for a big fight?"

With a sidelong glance, Kael'thas said, "Yes, I am ready."

Regarding this narcissist, the Quel'dorei prince, who has seen many arrogant Quel'dorei, said that he no longer likes her.

Compared to listening to the real Jaina's nagging, he would rather go back to the past and use a pyroblast to knock out the patiently listening self.

Chatting with this chatterbox Proudmoore is such a waste of time. It feels like returning to the alternative Silvermoon Council. It's extremely frustrating.

Her acting skills are not superb, or perhaps it should be said that she only reveals her true nature in front of people she is more familiar with. It is really difficult for her to always play the role of a good girl in another world.

His guess was that after a brief chat, he realized that this Jaina had many similarities with the Jaina he knew in the past.

But, what could have changed her so much... Kael'thas was sure that Jaina was definitely not just a pure and kind-hearted mage like Jaina. That Arthas must be... Wait, why am I thinking about all these trivial things?

There are so many Scourge besieging Dalaran... The rest of the Alliance is in a tough fight, and I am definitely ready to go into battle.

In order to take this opportunity to properly baptize the current Silvermoon Council and establish the majesty of the future king of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas and Jaina talked a lot.

With Jaina's strong guarantee, he decided to trust this seemingly reliable woman, but a little bit shady inside. Jaina's cautious female ranger? !

Seeing that Kael'thas had been in deep thought for a long time, Jaina said, "There is no time to lose, Kael'thas, let's set off now."

After taking a closer look at the darkness around him, Kael'thas raised his hand, lit a fire and said, "Jaina, the sun has set and night has fallen."

"Given the current situation, why don't we return to Dalaran and meet with others to discuss the long-term situation."

After saying this, Kael'thas gently threw the flame in his hand, forming a small illuminating sun not far above the two people's heads, and wisps of flames floated into the distance.

"Kael'thas Sunstrider, Silvermoon City is in danger. How can we stay in Dalaran and do nothing?"

Reaching out her hand and calling for the Earth Wombat Koukou, Jaina used her last bit of strength to change its tone and said, "You are full of energy now, and I have the strong wind to help the fire."

"The Undead Scourge is not invincible. They don't have many top-tier fighters. It's just that there are too many of them, so they have a numerical advantage."

In the final moments, Jaina used up her last legendary power to transform Soranos into a flaming war bear, making it a warm and bright beacon in the darkness.

Riding on the war bear, Jaina said: "As a qualified wind elemental mage, I believe I can cooperate with you to kill the undead blocking the road in the dark night with a fire."

Hearing these words, Kael'thas laughed at himself: "You know me, Jaina."

“I’m not really that proficient…”

"What are you talking about, Prince Kael'thas?"

With a smile in her eyes, Jaina said: "If you are not a qualified fire mage, then how can I be a frost mage?"

In response to Jaina's two consecutive questions, Kael'thas' shoulders moved slightly. He felt that the time was about right.

The red robe beside him trembled slightly due to the surge of magic power. Kael'thas said: "Jaina, since you trust me so much, then I will have no choice but to risk my life to accompany you on this journey."

"I hope you won't... Well, something seems to have happened, and I think you need to deal with it, Jaina."

Pointing at the mage who suddenly appeared not far behind the woman, Kael'thas raised the corner of his mouth, put away the levitation spell, and changed it to a small spell to increase the brightness of the overhead lighting flame.

Without even glancing at the expression on Jaina's face, Kael'thas was already prepared to return to Dalaran to negotiate with the current actual leaders of the Alliance.

Since future rulers like Arthas and Jaina have already come here, regardless of anything else, just looking at their identities can prove how fast the Alliance's huge political system of multiple countries can operate when facing a life-and-death crisis.

He didn't expect that after the fall of Lordaeron, the Alliance led by Lordaeron would burst out with new power of action.

As the saying goes, how could he, a misguided Quel'dorei prince, hunt down Kel'Thuzad alone?

Looking at the man and woman, the white-haired, purple-robed wizard said, "Jaina, why are you here?"

Seeing the archmage whom she had not seen for several days, Jaina raised her right hand and used the white glove to wipe the tears of longing from the corners of her eyes, as if she had no intention of stopping.

The next second, she left the cute war bear, stood on tiptoe, and moved lightly...a 180-degree jump, closing the distance between her and the person who came.

Tears of longing flew down her cheeks. Jaina moved her nose and said, "Sister Modera, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

"I really, really miss you. The days in the Endless Sea were so hard."

Like a young swallow entering her arms, Jaina threw herself into Modera's arms with tears streaming down her face. How old is Archmage Modera?

Except for a few people, no one should know that, just as she gently hugged Jaina, Modera raised her hand to take off Jaina's captain's hat... but couldn't take it off...

Taking off her captain's hat, Jaina lowered her head and said, "Sister Modera, do you miss me?"

Seeing Jaina seeking comfort, Modera thought about their relationship, and then reached out to Kael'thas... and reached out to touch Jaina's soft golden hair.

As their heads rested on each other's shoulders, Modera said, "Of course, Jaina, I missed you very much."

"Yes, I knew that Sister Modera missed me."

Hearing this soft voice, Modera suddenly felt a little... I don't want to fight Kel'Thuzad together with Kael'thas... What does Kael'thas' gesture mean?

At this moment, a warm red light descended from the sky, and I tried to pull it open gently... but couldn't.

Under Kael'thas' astonished gaze, the Holy Flame Black Dragon, which had shrunk a lot, turned into a human form in an instant, wearing a cloak... and his big hands firmly held down the woman who had been sniffing for a long time.

She has been too idle recently, which has caused her to have thoughts that she shouldn't have had before. Arthas has two impressions of her. It's time to face the her in Arthas Menethil's memory.

"Archmage Modera, I have something to do with her, I wonder if you could leave for a while?"

After hearing what Arthas said, Modera first glanced at the talented mage of Dalaran, whose face was filled with a cry for help, and placed her hands on her own tender white hands on her waist.

Something was not right. Although Modera did not understand what Kael'thas's gesture meant, as a sister for many years, she knew that it was best not to interfere in the affairs of the young couple.

So, Modera made a quick decision, but the hand on her waist might be a little too strong.

Understanding Modera's difficulties, Arthas lifted up Jaina's helpless little face with his left hand and blew a breath of hot holy flame into his right hand... golden holy light.

After doing this, Arthas raised his right hand towards the air, and there seemed to be a popping sound in the ears...and eyes of the two people watching.

Squeezing the soft, boneless hand, Modera said, "Little Jaina, you saw it too."

"If you continue to be so ignorant, you will suffer the consequences!"

Tears welled up in her big eyes and Jaina shook her head reluctantly. Someone would come to rescue her, but she needed to buy some time for herself.

"Jaina Proudmoore, I asked you to kill the Scourge. Is this how you do things for me?"

Lifting the limp woman with one hand, Arthas said coldly, "As the princess of Kul Tiras, is this how you treat me?"

Hearing this, Jaina became a little unconvinced. She struggled in Arthas's hands and took the opportunity to create a transparent ice crystal floating in the air.

Pointing at the small TV, Jaina held Arthas down with one hand and said, "Look carefully, who is trying to fool whom?!"

At this moment, in the eyes of Kael'thas and Modera, the images played on the small ice crystal TV were all scenes of Alliance soldiers holding weapons and fighting against the undead.

As for the two young couple who lost their legendary powers, whether it was the elements under their command or the holy flames in their mouths... all the undead from Dalaran to Nanhai Town, all the undead in the open are gone.

There were so many undead in the dark that Jaina couldn't detect them for the time being without some sophisticated surveying spells, as one afternoon was too short a time.

"Jaina, did I ask you to summarize... Although it's not impossible, it seems a little early."

To calm the restless woman, Arthas pointed at the small ice crystal TV and seriously reminded the talented female mage who had played the wrong image.

If the photo stone in his pocket had not been taken away by his little daughter without his knowledge, Arthas would have made the same record again today.

"Okay, Arthas, let me see what's going on?"

After receiving strong reminders from the cunning man, Jaina raised her delicate neck and looked at the small ice crystal TV with wide eyes.

After just a short while, Jaina took a deep breath of the remaining fragrance and said, "Sorry, please wait for me for a moment."

In the blink of an eye, the two silent spectators saw Jaina simply tap the floating small TV, and a new image replaced the Alliance soldiers who were killing undead.

"Great Lich, what should we do next?"

"Your Majesty, we..."

"Excuse me, please wait a moment."

Resisting the burning gaze of the man in front of her, Jaina threw some purple electric magic power towards the small TV. The main film was about to begin.

Now, a paladin in silver armor and blue robe picked up a piece of grass, held it in his mouth, and blew it...his fist made a crackling sound.

In another world, if you are hit by a sledgehammer, you might get a big bump on your head.

Holding her head in her hands, Jaina said, "Arthas, if I tell the truth, will you forgive me again?"

When Arthas heard what the young lady said, his heart felt as if it were pierced by thousands of arrows.

It seems that this stupid mage didn't even find a single hair of Kel'Thuzad when she was chatting with Kael'thas.

How could such a cunning lich not leave any trace at all? Even an ant will leave footprints when it moves its feet.

Wasn’t it just a Nathrezim named Mal’Ganis who accidentally entered Frostmourne and reunited with others?

The great lich with ulterior motives and the Lich King who is unwilling to be inferior to others, could it be that he really wants to create a Death Knight similar to Ghost Rider?

Taking out a tissue, Jaina pretended to say, "Although I know you are very angry, can you please not be angry first?"

"Based on the intelligence I have now, I can only roughly guess that Kel'Thuzad retreated when Tichondrius was gone."

"Plus, the undead army he left behind intentionally did not include some elite combat forces. I think he has already transferred a lot of troops."