The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

With Lydia as the guide, several legends were arguing at the destination of the Saiyi Brigade.

The blue-eyed Quel'dorei in a purple robe and with tied hair said angrily, "Salorian, please judge for me."

"He, why would he want to tarnish my Romance's reputation like this!"

The green-eyed sin'dorei with golden and red hair was also angry: "Belovar, have I tarnished my own reputation?"

"It was obviously you guys... No, some of you guys did this!"

"You, the elf, are totally different from me, Romance. I have never seen anyone as arrogant as you!"

Looking at himself who was also hiding his eyes with the collar of his robe, Blue Eyes Romance shouted angrily again: "Arrogant, you are obviously more arrogant than me!"

"When you first came, you acted like a savior. Who do you think you are?"

"Can our place be the same as yours? Lordaeron has not been able to resist the undead in Stratholme at all!"

“Humph!” With a muffled snort, Emerald Eyes Romance shouted angrily again: “It’s you, it’s you who exposed everything!”

"I trust you so much that I tell you about our current crisis."

"It was me who enabled you to go with His Majesty Anasteria to eliminate Dar'Khan, and gave you a great credit. And you actually wanted to expose me in the end!"

Near where the two legendary mages were quarreling with each other, Salorian Dawnseeker, wearing the blue-gold armor of Quel'Delar, and Belo'vir Sarona, the then Grand Magus wearing the blue-black robe, looked at each other, their blue eyes full of helplessness.

Not far from the two men, Telesta with white hair and Astalo Bloodsworn with blond hair looked at the undead outside the city and raised their hands at the same time, creating two simple large fireballs.

Behind them were the white and red pair of Vorentar and Landra Dawnstrider, each holding a Flamestorm in one hand, igniting the land outside the city.

With the magic power supplied by the Sunwell, this group of legendary Quel'dorei are extremely extravagant, wasting the magic power that Dalaran is jealous of.

This group of legends went back and forth in pairs, directly confronting the main force of the undead and demons.

When the right time comes, one group will be replaced to do other things, and they will always hold the main defense area which is guarded by only 120 Law Breakers.

When they saw the situation was critical, Salorian, who was stationed there, joined forces with Belovar and notified all places to come here to provide support.

"Another me, can you blame me?!"

"Some of your spells are inevitably tainted with the power of the evil. Who can withstand being repeatedly questioned by a group of old guys?"

Waving his hand, Emerald Eyes Romance said, "Incompetence is incompetence. What on earth are you quibbling about?!"

"If I were at the scene, I would definitely handle it better than you. I'm a great magician!"

"Besides, if you give me a little more time, I can change my eyes back."

"By then, if we two join forces and don't waste so much time, it will be easy to save Silvermoon City!"

Taking out his magic wand out of anger, Blue Eyes Romance said, "I am incompetent, aren't you incompetent?!"

"When you were arrested, you signaled me to just be at ease, but what happened?"

"Your so-called prophecies are all false. So many of our compatriots have returned safely."

"We can even take this opportunity to use the power of our entire clan to create this unbreakable barrier. You are exactly the same as that Crow Prophet!"

Taking off the wand, Emerald Eyes Romance said: "Medivh, I wish I could be like Medivh!"

"With that kind of strength, I can't turn around and accuse you of being a spy. Continue my rescue plan!"

"Even Arthas Menethil has never fallen, so what kind of trouble can his defeated general Mal'Ganis cause?"

"What kind of wind and waves are breaking through our Bandinoril barrier one after another almost simultaneously? What can we do to stop them?"

Taking the sudden blow, Emerald Eyes Romance said, "Use your brain to block it, you stupid fool!"

"The enemy doesn't have Frostmourne in their hands. We Quel'dorei can put aside our grudges and work together to repel those monsters!"

With a bang, Blue Eyes Romance said, "Do you think we are the undead? Are we going to send our compatriots back to the battlefield just like this?"

"So many years have passed since the last war."

"Many compatriots who have not recovered urgently need a gradual process!"

Holding the staff in his backhand, he took the blow again. Emerald Eyes Romance said, "What should we do when the undead and demons come charging in?"

"Everything in the future proves that only war can help us Quel'dorei adapt to the battlefield."

"I am a blood child who comes from a new future forged in blood. I have seen crueler things than this."

With the help of his other self's power, Emerald Eyes Romance turned around and said, "In a battlefield like this, isn't it better for us to protect them?"

"During this special period, Quel'Thalas is now the most powerful it has ever been since the disaster."

Hearing this conceited remark, Blue Eyes Romance asked, "It's easy for you to say that. Do we have enough veterans of the bloody battles?"

"I tell you, under the current circumstances, we in Quel'Thalas do not have enough veterans who meet your requirements!"

There was another bang, and the two Romances swung their wands and hit each other. They didn't use any arcane magic, but the fight looked pretty decent.

Sweeping stick style, standing stick style, swinging stick style, holding stick style... bang bang bang, without any similar voice to echo, it will definitely make others appreciate it for a while longer.

Rubbing his forehead with a slight headache, Salorian looked at Beloval beside him and said, "Is it really okay to let them fight like this?"

Belovar did not respond to this question. Instead, he pointed at the undead outside the city, raised his staff, and a pillar of warm red fire rose into the sky.

The gifted Romance now has two. Although I was a little surprised when I first saw them, after seeing them so many times, it's just like that.

Originally cold and aloof… He was the designated Grand Mage of his Beloval’s future, and he had matured a lot.

However, Romance seems to be influenced by his slightly younger self.

To the extent that the two of them often quarreled and even fought, Belovar had become accustomed to it.

A proud elf who suddenly returned to the past, a certain mentality of saving the country and the people, he was too familiar with it, he was like this when he was young.

In reality, things often don't go as planned. A series of negative changes can slowly erode the enterprising spirit of an ordinary elf.

It’s just that this Romance has another himself… He has never encountered such a special thing before.

These legendary wizards have not yet understood the principle, and are unable to study it thoroughly to come up with an accurate and reasonable answer.

"Hey, Belovar, only an old man like you can outsmart him."

Holding the hilt of the sword, Salorian said, "Let them do their work. Someone seems to be coming downstairs."

"Yeah." Nodding, Belovar said to the two Romances, "Romances, I have almost vented my excess energy."

"Teresa and the others' time is almost up as well. Let's go and help them deal with the monsters outside so they can have some free time to rest."

The next moment, the two Romances stopped hitting their other selves with their wands, and at the same time flashed to the top of the city wall, using their own arcane magic to deal with the enemies outside.

During this process, Green-Eyed Romanth's casting speed was faster and his efficiency in clearing the undead was higher than that of his other self.

At this time, with the full help of the two Romances, Telesta was able to find a place with the three legendary wizards and summon the magic carpet to rest.

In her heart, she has always recognized these two Romances. They are worthy elves who can succeed the next Grand Mage and are reliable legendary wizards.

Clank! Salorian drew out Quel'Delar and pointed the sword at the elven warrior flying up into the sky from below. How did he get up here directly?

This white-haired...ranger captain, in his eyes, Lor'themar has a very good control over his own arcane power.

With a click, the golden boots stood firmly on the empty city wall. Lor'themar drew the arcane holy light in his body and poured power into the scimitar at his waist.

After a flash of blue light, Lor'themar drew his longbow and shot a simple blue electric arrow at a great lich outside the city.

After coming to this world for so long, Lor'themar finally met Kel'Thuzad.

He just fired an arrow first to remind him that Lor'themar Theron was coming!

Bang! Kel'Thuzad just smiled at the arrow and raised his anti-magic shield to take it... Boom! A bright blue light flashed.

In less than a breath, an angry Kel'Thuzad walked out of the blue light, raised his hand and gently pinched it, allowing the icy death to devour this special power of holy light.

Without finding the person who shot the arrow, Kel'Thuzad left immediately. The place where he was originally standing had been engulfed by the scorching flames.

Seeing this, Lor'themar shook his head and said, "What a pity! He was able to take my arrow and survive. I am really surprised."

"Kel'Thuzad, he is a wanted criminal in Quel'Thalas. I will send him back to his death."

At this moment, Lor'themar swung his beloved bow, put on an arrogant attitude, and strode to the vicinity of Quel'Delar.

He had seen this knife more than once and remembered it clearly. In other worlds he had visited before, Liadrin had used it the most times.

Looking at the artifact, Lor'themar raised his head, looked at its owner, clasped his fists and said: "Thalorion Dawnseeker, I have long heard of your great name."

"Lor'themar Theron, you brought so many people here. Do you have something to ask us?"

Turning his beloved bow, Lor'themar slowly put away his scimitar and said, "It is all right, Lord Dawnseeker."

"I brought my people here for only one thing, to this empty land, to lead the troops to destroy the undead outside the city."

“Halduron, am I right…Halduron Brightwing, what’s going on? Where are you?!”

"Lor'themar Theron?"

"Oh, it's Rommath... the intruder... my fellow patient. I'm Lor'themar Theron."