The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The light slowly dispelled the darkness. The night could no longer occupy the sky. Eversong Forest welcomed the sunshine faster than Silverpine Forest.

In the still stable Silvermoon City, on a street somewhere in Silvermoon City, two Quel'dorei wearing light leather armor hugged each other's arms and walked quickly towards an "ordinary" house.

Compared to someone's increasingly skilled natural earthen houses, the high elves' houses are indeed gorgeous, and the special meaning contained in ordinary houses fully demonstrates the profound craftsmanship of the longevity species.

It seems luxurious and ordinary at the same time. The artistic level of it is not something that someone can comment on. There is nothing we can do if we don’t have the aesthetic ability.

Arriving at the door, the white-haired elf pushed it open and said, "Haduren, I'm home now. How about coming in and resting for a while?"

Nodding, the handsome blond with double bangs asked, "Lor'themar, why did you come back so soon?"

Thinking of the sudden surge in the offensive yesterday, Lor'themar said: "Every living person needs to rest. We are not those resurrected monsters."

"I have a feeling that if I don't return soon, then it will be bad luck for you, Halduron Brightwing."

Following his brother through the door, Halduron said, "Your feelings are rare, Lor'themar."

"The last time you felt this way was when you were having a great time betting and almost lost everything."

Hearing this, Lor'themar suddenly felt embarrassed and said, "Let's not talk about the past. We should get enough energy and prepare for the battle tonight."

"Based on my observations over this period of time, I have discovered that when night falls, the attacks of the undead become more fierce."

Coming to his seat, Lor'themar pressed the golden door-closing button and said, "It's a rare opportunity to rotate shifts. I'd be sorry if I didn't take a good rest."

After finding a seat and sitting down, Hadron said, "Fighting at night and sleeping well during the day, that's fine, right?"

"By the way, Lor'themar, General Sylvanas, and Vyanna haven't sent back any news for a long time."

"The area outside of Silvermoon City may have been completely destroyed... Never mind, let's not talk about this topic anymore."

"Until now, we still don't know what's going on with Prince Kael'thas?"

"I don't know if the Alliance has enough troops to help us. We can't hold out for long if we just keep defending."

After making a cup of tea for Halduron, Lor'themar said, "We can't hold out for long. We need to hold on as hard as we can."

"Many of our brothers and sisters have died in battle, but we will uphold their will and protect our homeland."

"I believe that His Royal Highness will be able to bring back reinforcements, and this time Anasteria will surely make the right decision against all odds."

Taking a sip of tea, Halduron said, "I believe the parliament will bow to the king in the end. Why don't we think about why Dar'kan Drathir betrayed us?"

"If that group of monsters hadn't broken their promise and lost the Sunwell that day, our Silvermoon City wouldn't have been able to hold on until today."

Lor'themar drank his tea cheerfully and said, "Once one is tainted by power, it is easy to lose one's original intention, Halduron."

"Not everyone is like Prince Kael'thas. We can all see his devotion to his country and his people, but..."

Waving his hand, Halduron said, "Your Majesty Anasterian, wasn't it the same when you were young?"

"The old and the young, two generations of Quel'dorei, have been fighting against each other in the Silvermoon Council."

"As the days and nights rotate, only ordinary elves like us bear the pressure of being scattered, allowing Quel'Thalas to survive for a thousand years."

Halduron smiled apologetically and said, "We have strayed a little from this topic. Sorry, Lor'themar."

"What can we ordinary elves do about the ideas of those powerful people in the parliament?"

"Don't forget, in our social class, we, the vulgar archers who are not doing our jobs properly, cannot be compared with those elegant mages."

After a pause, Halduron said, "Windrunner saved Quel'Thalas once, but Windrunner still cannot enter the Silvermoon Council."

At this moment, Lor'themar said: "Halduron, find a place to rest."

"You're not in a good mood today. Maybe that's what I sensed."

"Your bad luck may be about to come."

"But now that we've left our garrison positions, you should be fine after a good night's sleep."

Hearing his good brother say this, Halduren covered his warm teacup and said, "Brother, it's not that I don't believe you."

"In fact, I have already hinted that it was very obvious before. It was you who almost did it, not me. I was just expressing my feelings today."

Looking out the still peaceful window, Halduron said: "We won't be in this situation for long. We must prepare for a rainy day, Lor'themar Theron."

In response to this, Lor'themar smiled and said, "Even if we will die today, at least we have lived a good life today."

Shaking his bangs, Halduron said, "But, Lor'themar, those monsters will help us stand up again."

"Our compatriots who died in the battle were unable to control their bodies, and were even controlled by the enemy the next second, losing their minds and attacking us."

Putting down the empty cup of tea, Lor'themar said: "Well... maybe we don't need to worry too much."

"If it is really unavoidable, then we two brothers should do something for each other."

"When my brother is about to collapse, how about giving him a quick death by burning him to ashes?"

With a cold snort, Halduron said: "We still have souls. Don't think too much, Lor'themar."

Shaking his head helplessly, Lor'themar stood up and said, "I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm going to rest first, Halduron."

After walking a few steps, Lor'themar suddenly stopped and said, "I've noticed that you've become more and more pessimistic recently, brother."

"Don't think too much. Whoever turns into an undead monster will be the one to be finished off. We can do it."

Standing up suddenly, Halduron turned his back to Lor'themar and said, "I hope so. I hope you don't run away with the dying man on your back."

After walking a few more steps, Lor'themar said, "If that day ever comes, Halduron Brightwing, it will mean that I have already made up my mind."

"It's just like I can't persuade you. Will you give up your comrade in front of you?"

“I will not, Lor'themar Theron.”

After a pause, Halduron said firmly: "But before that day comes, I may die on the battlefield first."

"For people like us to survive, it only means that we are lucky. We are the vanguard of the battlefield."

As he was about to close the door, Lor'themar replied: "If you are still alive when the time comes, remember these words."

"Halduron, compared to me, I think your life is more..."

Hearing a bang, Halduron realized that Lor'themar was in trouble. It happened right under his nose. It was unforgivable!

Without thinking too much, he immediately drew out the sharp dagger from his waist and said, "Monster, blood debt must be paid with blood... pay... Lor'themar Theron?!"

"Oh, Halduron Brightwing, my brother, it is so good to see you again!"

After confirming that the ordinary ranger was unconscious, Lor'themar slowly stood up, faced his good brother, opened his arms and said enthusiastically.

"How can there be two Lor'themars? Your aura... your armor..."

"No, no, no, my good brother, this king's armor is not important at all."

Drawing out the greatsword behind him and blocking his brother's dagger from backstabbing, Lor'themar said helplessly: "Why don't you believe me, Halduron Brightwing?"

"I didn't expect that besides being a ranger, you're also a part-time thief... an assassin. This really surprises me."

After saying this slowly, Lor'themar suddenly increased the strength in his hands, and was ready to conjure up the Holy Sword of Steadiness at any time to give his good brother a big blow.

"How is this possible, your power..."

"Nothing is impossible. You just haven't seen many opponents like me."

After knocking down his brother's dagger with a few moves, Lor'themar pinned him down with his foot and said, "Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, you really disappoint me now."

“You are covered in wounds, but you are still able to hold on until now. You are worthy of being my good brother, Lor’themar Theron!”

Putting away the greatsword, Lor'themar picked up his kneeling brother and raised his hand to infuse him with rich healing arcane power.

Feeling that the injuries in his body were suddenly recovering, Halduron wondered, "How is this possible? Your arcane power actually has the characteristics of holy light?"

Suddenly putting down his good brother, Lor'themar shook his finger and said: "No, no, no, the arcane power can heal the wounded."

"How can you assume that the great arcane is the great holy light in disguise?!"

Stepping on his brother's restless left arm, Lor'themar shone with blue light and said, "I'm sorry, my good brother."

"Until you trust me, I will continue to heal you with my holy light magic!"

"Haha, Lor'themar doesn't know this kind of magic, let alone use such despicable tricks!"

Sitting on his good brother's back, Lor'themar continued to infuse blue holy light and said: "You said I was despicable, but you actually hid a dagger!"

"A little flower...", throwing out blue light ropes, Lor'themar said: "I'm sorry, my other self."

"The force I used suddenly before was too weak. You're able to wake up now... It's really beyond my expectation."

"It seems that the so-called side effects are about to appear. I have to be more careful!"

"The cost of traveling through time and space is too high... I just... know..."

"Uh……"

With a bang, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Lor'themar, wearing Phoenix Armor, fell to the ground with a bang after being hit on the head by the heavy object. This was the pain of being powerless and even unable to resist.

At the same time, the ordinary blond ranger at the bottom cried out in pain. The double suppression was a bit painful, and the holy light magic also disappeared.

"You are...you are Halduron Brightwing?!"

"Ah... who is it again... me?!"

"You are right, it is me, Halduron Brightwing, my past self!"

The blue-armored ranger general who fell from the roof flipped over and made a quick decision. He used the longbow in his hand to hit the leather-armored ranger on the head.

After knocking himself unconscious, Halduron took a few steps to his good brother, the ordinary white-haired ranger.

Without waiting, Halduron waved the blue longbow in his hand and said, "Lor'themar Theron, my good brother, the future Regent of Quel'Thalas."

"In order to avoid some future tragedies, I have no choice but to let you take it easy."

"Wait, Halduron, we can actually discuss...

After knocking his good brother unconscious with a knife, Halduron said with emotion: "Now, everything here has finally calmed down."

"Who can I blame for my slow speech?"

“Hahahahaha! My adventure, Halduron Brightwing, has officially begun. I’ve already…”

"That's enough. Now it's your turn to be in trouble."

"Halduron, you are my good brother."

"What?! Wait, Lor'themar, we can actually discuss...

Looking at the ranger general who was knocked unconscious by the holy sword, Lor'themar sat back in his seat, lowered his brows and thought, why are the side effects so overbearing?

In less than a few breaths, Halduron's dagger fell from the sky, and the handle of the dagger just knocked him out, and he fell on the handsome blond elf.

Zooming in, the two of them and the two people not far away formed a picture... The Prince of Lordaeron understood that the King of the Hill had a war hammer and a war axe.