The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"So, how did we, with tens of thousands of people, manage to build this city... a stronghold in just a few days?"

In the small wooden house with an oil lamp, Tanred, who was wearing Lordaeron's standard phantom armor, looked up at the sky and drank a cup of boiled water and said, "Brother, this is my sincere advice."

"Think about the paladin who dragged you underground during the duel. I can understand your helplessness at that time."

"Every time I think of that holy knight who is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, my heart aches!"

"Think about the middle-aged female wizard in another world who froze a giant octopus with a simple wave of her hand. I don't think it's impossible."

Varian filled Tanred's cup and said, "It's not impossible, but I think people of this era are not good enough."

"Will you really use your precious 'resources' to build a house like you've heard, using earth elemental magic?"

"If the story I overheard earlier is correct, it's a story similar to this world."

"How could a few thousand escaping survivors accomplish... such a difficult task? Not all of them are the elite among the elite."

"This barren land is so dangerous, with savage centaurs and quilboars, murlocs everywhere, and ogres."

Taking a sip of the hot water, Varian said, "Fortunately, I didn't encounter any bandits today... Let's change the subject. The damn orcs."

"I knew it was not a good thing when I heard that they had seized a dock near Hillsbrad. It turned out that they wanted to escape to Kalimdor."

"Today we followed Arthas and Jaina to clear the way for the westward crossing army, but they dared to slaughter our compatriots. They really have no memory!"

"If we hadn't taken the lead and led the team forward, those beasts would have succeeded!"

Bang! Varian suddenly smashed the cup towards... and then put it down on the small wooden table that the two of them had worked so hard to make. He was very angry when he saw the green-skinned orcs swinging their battle axes at humans.

"It's true that no matter which world we go to, we will hear the great names of these tribes... orcs."

Pouring a cup of hot water for Varian, Tanred said, "Brother, why don't you think about Arthas Menethil?"

"I thought the Death Knight, who was beaten by everyone, was miserable enough, but I didn't expect that the Paladin would also be chased by the Undead one day."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, I would not understand why my father allowed Jaina Proudmoore to cross the ocean."

Raising his glass and drinking with his brother, Tanred said, "By the way, big brother."

"After many verifications today, it seems that we are the only two who have accidentally ended up here."

Gently putting down the cup, Varian said, "That's right, brother."

"It seems like we have replaced Falric and Marwyn, but others seem to think we are just hysterical!"

"That's really absurd... But with this reason, it's not impossible to wear this armor and disguise my identity."

Wiping Falric's "sword", Varian said: "Here comes the problem. Without the help of the Dragon of Time, how can the two of us go home?"

"I carefully observed the military wizard today. Even the princess of Kul Tiras can't cast a spell as magical as hers."

"That's fine. This time it will be hard for both of us to go home."

Raising the standard longsword of Lordaeron and looking at it, Tanred said, "Brother, don't worry so much. Everything will work out when the time comes."

"It's really sad. No matter which world it is, Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas seem to be unable to escape the fate of destruction. Uncle Jinn is right."

"No, the Quel'Thalas of this world seems to still exist, at least that's what the Quel'dorei rangers think."

Varian stood up, sheathed his sword and hung the scabbard on the wall. He said, "No more chatting. It's almost time to go to bed."

Bang, patting his armor, Tanred said: "Then, here comes another question."

"We can't even take off our armor. We can only take off our weapons. Our shields are even useless in practical terms."

Tapping the tangible and silent standard shield of Lordaeron at his feet, Tanreid looked up at Varian with a questioning look.

Without paying any attention to Tanreid, Varian blew out the light and found a random... small wooden bed that was casually woven to fit him, and lay down to rest.

He had seen all kinds of stormy environments, so it was good enough for him to have a safe place to sleep. He didn't have much to say to his younger brother next to him who was not very adaptable... too adapted to the sea and rarely reached the ground.

Varian closed his eyes for only a short while and fell asleep under the gaze of blue eyes that blended into the darkness. All he lacked was a wife, children and a warm bed.

Seeing that Varian was sleeping soundly, Tanred found a corner to lean against and sleep based on his sense of touch. He fell into a dream in an instant and estimated the time to practice wandering in his dream.

Meanwhile, surrounding the cabin is... New Stromgarde?!

It is not Stromgarde, it should be the Lordaeron Westward Crossing Camp, one of the cities of the future Lordaeron in the Barrens. It is not known whether it will be destroyed, but in another future world it will be destroyed.

A man and a woman are sitting...lying...the man is in a state of thinking about life.

He felt that the performance of the two adjutants today was too abnormal. It was not a question of whether their intelligence had declined, but that apart from their appearance, they were simply like different people.

The two of them were able to take off their helmets in front of others, but the man always felt that his two lieutenant knights could not do it, or rather, their hands, real hands, had never succeeded in taking off the helmets.

The blessing from Alexstrasza gave him relatively powerful strength, allowing him to use the power of Holy Light to easily compete with Sylvanas, Uther or Muradin.

In addition to strength, he had a feeling that his eyes became sharper than before, and perhaps he could start learning archery...Falric and Marwyn's behavior made him feel unfamiliar, and the helmet could not be taken off.

"Arthas, what are you thinking about?"

Shaking his head, the man said, "I didn't think much of it, Jaina."

"I was just wondering, since we have come to Kalimdor, why doesn't the Crow Prophet find another opportunity to meet us here?"

Holding the man's strong arms, the woman said, "I'm not sure either, Arthas."

"Perhaps he will only reappear when our three tribes meet near Mount Hyjal."

"No, Jaina, starting from Stratholme, the direction of the future has changed."

"Just like today, the orcs who arrived in Kalimdor faster than us, or almost at the same time as us, could not control their own people and attacked our compatriots."

Gently putting down the golden silk hair of the woman next to him, the man lay on the bed and stared into the darkness and said: "If either side cannot control their compatriots, then the war will surely start again."

"Peace is not a joke. The upper classes can confront each other, but can the lower classes control each other's desires? I think that peace should be maintained between humans and orcs..."

Offering him a kiss, the woman said, "You should know that whether it is the illusion given to you by the Red Dragon Queen or the image I showed us, they are only fragments of the original future."

"Take a rest first, Arthas. You don't have to think and make decisions alone all the time. You are not the only one who can make decisions. You should discuss with others more."

"Hmm...hmm...shhh, good night, my knight."

"Yes, my princess."

……

"Arthas Menethil, is this what you meant by clearing the way for the army? Look carefully at what you have done!

"Shut up, Jaina Proudmoore!"

While fighting with the magic ball above his head, Arthas bent down and pressed close to the flaming mane, rotating the dragon-headed halberd on his back with his left and right hands, round and round, ruthlessly slashing through the bodies of the undead of various sizes around him.

Standing up again, Arthas said, "As the saying goes, a general is not always subject to military orders when he is away from home."

"I have never stopped my journey to clear the way for the army. I have been purifying the undead at the fastest speed."

"Do you think what I said is right, Jaina, as a..."

"Ah?! You are a general, then what are these people here of mine?!"

After saying this, Jaina lowered her voice when she heard the female voice coming from the magic ball.

"You are now the commander-in-chief of an army, not... sorry, you are a ruler in a certain sense."

"So, how about you just listen to me and come back to help me?"

From the flattering and pretty female voice, Arthas heard the faint sound of grinding teeth. She regretted it, but there was no way to give her a pill of regret, and that was not how the rollback was used.

The dragon's eyes swept around, and the wandering undead he had encountered before had all been eliminated by him. His cutting technique was not very brutal, but it was absolutely first-class, which he considered to be the best among the inferior ones.

The real top-notch ones don’t need... The crystal blue connection magic ball above his head rolled, as if a pair of cold eyes were quietly watching Arthas.

Knowing that Jaina had a lot of pressure on her shoulders, Arthas showed his domineering power and said, "As my empress, you should be the mother of the country. How can you not be able to do even a small thing well?"

"I can't even set a good example for millions of people, what do you want me to do..."

"You are so arrogant, Arthas Menethil!"

"Do you think I will...Ah! I'm reminding you one last time, hurry back and help light up the camp!"

Moving against the wind, Arthas rode the Invincible and said, "You alone can handle such a small matter. I trust you."

"In front of me, there are countless..."

"Sew up my mouth, old man, and get back here!"

The magic ball closely following the Lighting Knight kept rolling, the crystal blue magic light kept flashing, and Jaina's voice also stayed with Arthas, hitting his ears accurately and relentlessly!

"Little Bie... In this world, among all the people we know who believe in the Holy Light, do you think everyone has the same ability as you?!"

Without hearing Arthas's response, the voice from the rolling magic ball suddenly changed: "You'd better come back soon! I'll make you something delicious, okay?"

"For example, I can cook for you a bowl of spicy noodles made with love."

"Don't worry, I found what you've been dreaming about all this time. It's not very sweet. Do you want to come back and try it?!"

Holding a halberd, Arthas passed through a headless fly in the shape of a humanoid undead. His golden hair fluttered, but his ears seemed to be deaf to any pleasant sounds, and he concentrated on dealing with the wandering undead.

He didn't even want to eat the noodles that were so sweet that they were deadly, let alone the food of the Knights of Redemption... Let alone the Western food, he would go to Pandaria and ask the Pandaren for some food one day if he was lucky enough.

If he could use the Space-Time Gate to obtain 100,000 authentic delicacies... it's not impossible. He is already tired of chicken legs and steaks.

“Ahhh! Arthas Menethil!! Did you hear me?!”

"Asshole, remember this, when I catch up with you, I'm going to kill you completely!"

Listening to the impotent and furious voice, Arthas chuckled and left the land of only ruins.

On the other side, before Jaina got angry, Antonidas put down what he was doing and considerately cast a silencing barrier on his apprentice.