The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Holy Light, bring light to this darkness!"

"Jaina, I told you, you will regret it sooner or later."

"Supreme Holy Light, grant us the power of light!"

With his body turning into the sun, Arthas had a sunny smile on his face and looked intently at Christina, who was leaning on Jaina's right arm and rubbing her belly with her little hands.

He was just going to explore the way ahead and eliminate some threatening undead, but Jaina bothered him like this. He was very sad.

However, looking at the mountain of potions that Jaina was working so hard to make, Arthas expressed deep sympathy and suggested that Christina do more.

At the same time, he restored his silver armor and blue robe, and the holy light in his hands was no longer crimson, but golden, corresponding to the power of death hidden in the dark.

It's not a bad thing to improve one's strength. He just needs a little time, and makes full use of the time, to turn the force gained by force into his own strength.

Of course, the words of praise to the Holy Light in his mouth and the golden Holy Light lamp in his hand were still running in an orderly manner without stopping, but no one could hear his whispers.

"Holy Light, protect people and allow them to have a peaceful dream!"

At this moment, Christina's ears moved, and she picked up the arcane ropes on both sides without saying anything.

With the help of Jaina's distraction manipulation, she made a backpack for herself and began to close her eyes and sleep.

In this way, carrying her sleeping daughter on her back, Gianna was finally able to escape Christina's torture.

Not far away, people of different heights sat around a fire, just like the many Alliance soldiers around them.

However, what made them different from the others was that they were surrounded by an invisible silent barrier, preventing the Grand Marshal who was busy making medicine from eavesdropping.

"Muradin, stop pretending, those two have already gone about their business."

The dwarf, who was grilling a large piece of chicken leg on the grill, was startled when he heard the black-bearded human next to him say this.

"Yes, Muradin, you have indeed aged a bit since the last time we met."

Hearing the white-bearded human say this, Muradin's eyes widened, and he felt sincere admiration for the various academic disciplines studied by the great wizard.

An apprentice who can teach a fist-fighting paladin, a researcher... Yeah, it's been a long time since I last saw Antonidas.

"So, in the future, I died for some unspeakable reason?"

"Okay, okay, all of you... Alas, dwarves... It seems that after all these years I am still... Alas!"

Waving his hand, Muradin said: "Derenden, you are just missing, not really gone."

"The thing is, Muradin, isn't that the same as being dead?"

Turning the grill, Muradin said, "Back then, in the eyes of many people, I had been dead for more than seven years."

"But, when all of them found me... well, I wasn't actually dead."

Suddenly patting Drendon's shoulder, Muradin said: "My friend, don't be discouraged!"

"Vags, who is far away in the Outlands, is still alive. You are no longer the same person now. You still have a long way to go in the future!"

"I was unexpectedly summoned here by the Holy Light. It's great to see you again. I won't say anything more!"

Scratching the back of his head, Muradin didn't want to say anything to the "jackals, tigers and leopards" around him. Bronze dragons are all vegetarians!

Even some so-called time points are different... After all, it's not the same world. I, Muradin Bronzebeard, can understand that.

It's just like understanding that black dragons, night elves, blood elves, and humans can... four races and four identities can be one person.

It's not wrong to bring it up for fun, but it depends on the situation.

Let’s discuss interesting things with each other. What’s wrong if we can’t control our mouths?

In this world, no one can stop him... Can I still find the way home? Do I have to wait for Khadgar of this world to come back?

Seeing the dwarf thinking, Antonidas made the bowl float up automatically and said, "Muradin, don't you want to know why we are here?"

"Old man, do I need it? Not at all!"

"Since the Holy Light wants me to come here, I will go back on my own when I complete the mission given to me by the Holy Light."

With a smile in his eyes, Muradin said: "Antonidas, please do not worry about my affairs."

"I am good at fighting the undead and demons. I believe Arthas and Jaina will not refuse me."

Muradin spoke directly to the point. He believed from the beginning that his apprentice and his wife would not harm him, just like when he returned to the camp, Arthas gave him a box of... a glass of beer.

In times of war, it was considered good enough that his beloved disciple could give him a bottle of wine to satisfy his craving. This was a special treatment that even Daelin could not enjoy, only because Arthas believed that he had a good alcohol tolerance.

"I don't know what everyone knows about the Holy Light, but I, Muradin Bronzebeard, know it. This time, I will work with little Arthas to make a big move!"

Excited, Muradin turned the grill so loudly that the chicken skin could sizzle.

Letting go of the rack, Muradin said, "Everyone should have understood, so how about not disturbing me while I eat meat?"

"It's been a long time since I last saw my proudest disciple. I want to taste all that he has given me..."

Pointing to the large circles of people sitting together, Antonidas said, "Muradin, this is a special case here. Everyone eats about the same, so why don't we chat more?"

As Antonidas finished his words, the bowl of oatmeal porridge automatically fell into Muradin's hands, and Muradin couldn't help but smell the milky aroma filled with the smell of fireworks.

Muradin didn't know that arcane magic was used for this kind of thing... arcane magic was supposed to be used for this kind of thing! Why didn't I think of mages being able to do this kind of thing?!

There was a wizard, and it wasn't easy for him to eat, drink, or clean. What's wrong with studying the arcane for many years and using it to improve people's livelihood?

Busy Jaina asked such questions in her mind, eavesdropping, eavesdropping, eavesdropping!

She couldn't understand why they didn't get to the point and instead focused on studying the application of magic in life.

Listening to her daughter's snoring behind her and Arthas's boring words, Jaina pricked up her ears and listened carefully through Antonidas' sister.

If the apprentice does not understand the master's little magic, is he still a beloved apprentice?! Magic can be learned from each other.

After scanning the surrounding soldiers, Muradin asked, "At this late hour, are those who left going on patrol and reconnaissance?"

"Yes, Muradin, but their primary purpose is to rescue the trapped people of Silverpine Forest."

Picking up a roasted chicken leg, Daelin said, "For some specific matters, we have to wait until Jaina finishes her affairs before we can decide what to do next."

"As Arthas Menethil said, the night is still long."

After taking a bite of the chicken leg, Dai Lin fell silent, leaving more space for others to communicate. The night was long but people still needed to rest, which could not be easily solved by drinking any potion.

Scratching his head in confusion, Muradin said, "'That's strange. Do you really have to get information from me?'"

"In that case, I won't argue with you any more."

"If you want to know any news, you can exchange it for valuable information. It's up to me, Muradin Bronzebeard, to review the value of it and see if it's worth exchanging."

Reaching out to hold down the grill, Muradin said calmly: "You don't need to worry about anything. You know how I behave. I never like to cheat people."

"In order to meet your expectations and mine, I believe that everyone can share everything they know and communicate with each other."

The moment Muradin finished saying this while drinking his porridge, before he could turn the grill a few more times, Kael'thas near Antonidas moved.

"As far as I know, the Paladin Arthas from our world has never been to Northrend, but he has been to Antonhal and Stratholme, without a magic sword in his hand."

After saying this news, Kael'thas looked at Muradin quietly, waiting for what to say next.

Unexpectedly, someone spoke up so soon. Muradin made a prompt decision and said, "When Arthas breached the Sunwell, Prince Kael'thas didn't have time to return. The Scourge's attack was too fast."

"Silvermoon City has not yet been breached by the Scourge, but the dreadlord Mal'Ganis who attacked Silvermoon City, as well as Quel'Thalas traitors like Dar'Khan, have all been killed."

"I want to ask how the future Lor'themar Theron saved the Quel'dorei from the Scourge."

Seeing the empty bowl floating away from his hand, Muradin said: "In fact, the establishment of the Sin'dorei is not the credit of him alone. The Sin'dorei Prince also made great contributions."

"It was he who led the sin'dorei to find a new source of magic and quenched the thirst of his people, and Lor'themar Theron has always been the regent of the sin'dorei, and he has never crossed the last door."

"In any case, Kael'thas Sunstrider's determination to serve his country and his people was not wrong, but his final method was wrong... In other words, by cooperating with the Burning Legion, the demons gave their collaborators something that they had not been expecting."

After a moment's silence, Kael'thas said, "Let's not talk about Quel'Thalas. Let's just talk about Dalaran."

"Muradin, not long ago, we met the Lich King Arthas who could use the Holy Light, and the Dreadlord Jaina who had mastered the fel energy and arcane magic."

“In both of them, we saw different futures, and we also saw Uther the Lightbringer, who was troubled by them. They couldn’t find their way home.”

Hearing about his special disciple and his wife, Muradin smiled and said, "Dalaran has been destroyed many times, but Dalaran still exists, rising again and again, becoming a city in the sky."

"I've heard from many people that the position of Speaker of the Council of Six is ​​very risky. Antonidas is gone, and Rhonin is gone too."

"Jaina did it for a long time, but she gave up and escaped her unfortunate fate. The prophecy is unreliable, but it can make many people believe it."

"The future Speaker of the Council of Six will be Khadgar... because he is tough enough. Even my niece Moira and my grandson... they all think so."

When he talked about his niece who had passed away, the Council of Three Hammers, and only Falstad Wildhammer left, he felt instantly depressed. His old home could not be left without anyone to manage it.

Thinking of this, he felt that he was about to become the king of the Bronzebeard dwarves, the real king. The elder brother was the agent of Azeroth, and the younger brother was the great explorer of Azeroth.

Only he, Muradin Bronzebeard, is the true... diplomatic ambassador of Khaz Modan... the diplomatic king who will never be able to gain true honor... the King of the Hill.

Seeing Muradin's dejected look, Modera spoke before Kael'thas: "Muradin, do you know?"

"In fact, the real Arthas and Jaina have left the Eastern Kingdoms and headed to Kalimdor to find the Crow Prophet..."

"The Raven Prophet... Medivh... He is a charlatan!"

"Ah!" Muradin forced himself to suppress his excitement and sighed, "The last time I heard about his appearance was... about ten years ago."

"I heard it from Khadgar. He said that Medivh wanted to give him the power of the Guardian, but he refused."

"Forget it, about Medivh..."

Carrying her sleeping daughter on her back, Jaina suddenly came and sat next to Daelin, pushing her old father towards Drendon and breaking into Muradin's information exchange meeting.