The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"All the soldiers... brothers and sisters, please follow me... ahem, can you please stop looking at me like that?"

After shooting an arrow casually, Lor'themar looked at his brothers and sisters around him with eyes that were like looking at monkeys.

He was suddenly furious, but he dared not show it on the surface. He vented his anger on the enemy with arcane explosive arrows.

"You guys watched me exterminate the undead... Do you think I'm funny?"

A group of Quel'dorei sitting behind him said nothing, quietly absorbing the abundant magic in the air.

It’s not that they don’t want to fight with him, but the consumption and recovery are not proportional, and they are in urgent need of magic power supply.

Didn’t you see that the bundle of arcane arrows in the quiver behind Halduron, who was squatting among the elves, was gone?

"Can someone come and help me? I want to take a break."

At this moment, Green-Eye Rommath came to Lor'themar and asked, "You are not Lor'themar Theron. Who are you?"

Glancing at Rommath speechlessly, Lor'themar said, "Rommath, have you ever seen a silent ranger-general concentrating on drinking tea?"

Looking at Halduron, Lor'themar said, "You asked me if I was real instead of asking him if he was Halduron Brightwing."

"Am I, Lor'themar Theron, so unworthy of your trust, Grand Magister?"

"It's not a question of trust or not, but you..."

After shooting an arrow, Lor'themar said, "It's easy to talk while standing. I don't need to rest, but you do."

"Instead of resting quietly on the side, he came to negotiate with me on his own initiative. Is this the Grand Mage of Quel'Thalas?"

"Lor'themar Theron, we are still here, don't involve us in everything."

Turning his head to look at the red-haired Quel'dorei in luxurious robes, Lor'themar said: "I am speaking to the Grand Magister, you little... Please forgive my rudeness, Your Excellency the Grand Magister."

With his wise wife's help, he was able to send the famous Quel'dorei picture from a distance, and with the green-eyed Rommath's eye signal nearby, Lor'themar immediately understood that he had underestimated the ordinary Quel'dorei again.

In this period... no matter which period, there are many legends in Quel'Thalas, but the famous legends... there will only be a few of the Sin'dorei in the future.

It was the Lich King's first Death Knight who killed a large number of Quel'dorei... The Quel'dorei are indeed a long-lived species, and there are endless legends about them.

"Lor'themar Theron, have you forgotten who I am in the future, or am I just not that famous?"

Proud of being a Quel'dorei, Lor'themar immediately responded, "Grand Magister Belo'vir Sarona, I know you!"

"You have made outstanding contributions in this battle against the Undead invaders. Countless Quel'dorei have been saved because of you."

"You are worthy of the title of Grand Mage. Even Rommath, who succeeded you, and Liadrin often say that you are their savior."

"Without you, the two of them..."

After giving Lor'themar, who was busy killing enemies, a suffocating spell, Green-Eyed Rommath said, "Belo'vir, this world is no longer the same."

"So, in your two worlds, Silvermoon City finally fell?"

Sighing, Romans said, "According to what he said, the history of the two worlds during this period should be similar."

"No, no, no, you're not right, Romance."

Suddenly here, Halduron held two bundles of arrows and said, "In my memory, he is the culprit who caused the fall of our Silvermoon City."

"She is neither Arthas nor Mal'Ganis, but Sylvanas Windrunner, the ranger general who possesses the magic bow called Frostmourne and whom Lor'themar and I trust."

His hearing was still there, and Lor'themar mentally gave a thumbs-up to Halduron's nonsense, and silently held a new hunting competition with him.

Although most of the holders of Frostmourne are princes of Lordaeron, the limitations never have to be so severe.

What if Frostmourne came out and knocked out or killed the Prince of Lordaeron and chose his dwarf master? And Muradin was...

"Why think so much, Lor'themar? Shoot faster!"

Holding a red-lined arrow and tapping on Lor'themar's phoenix shoulder armor, Halduron said, "Shoot faster. Didn't you hear me?"

Before he finished speaking, Halduron shot out three arrows at once, killing a dazed heavy-armored undead and a falling hellfire, whose fel flames were absorbed by other demons.

He did not know what Lor'themar was thinking, but when he considered his shifting thoughts, Halduron decided that Lor'themar must be imagining his suffering again.

He swore on his beard that he had been holding back for a long time and would not take this opportunity... Turning to look at the busy adjutant, Halduron said, "Ms. Grandia, can you be quicker?"

The Quel'dorei, who was working with several acquaintances to make arrows, heard something and accidentally broke the blue-veined arrow in his hand with a little force.

These two tireless Quel'dorei patients, they are sick and have problems with their brains... Seeing the appearance of some Quel'dorei here, they don't seem to be sick, but...

"Grandia, Captain Halduron needs our strength."

"Lydiya, you are making things worse... Hurry up and fix this arrow. It's very simple. Got it?"

At this time, Lydia had just filled a quiver, but the two halves of the arrows still made her... lift the quiver and throw it out with force.

"Well done, Lydia."

"Good job, Grandia."

"Keep up the good work, but... this is far from enough!"

Picking up the quiver that once belonged to a certain Quel'dorei... as a gift of friendship, Halduron suddenly felt that there were not enough arrows on both sides.

He was restricted, but as long as he didn't exceed a certain limit of strength, his white-haired friend next to him could still afford it and just use it as a way to hone his archery skills.

"Rommath, have the Lor'themar and Halduron you know always been so energetic?"

"If we had more Grandmasters like them, we could have launched a counterattack this month."

"With people like them guarding the city, we can focus our forces to kill the leaders of the undead and demons. Wouldn't that be easy?"

A white-haired female Quel'dorei slowly came to the two great magicians, looked at the two excited contestants and spoke quietly.

Seeing this Quel'dorei, Green-Eyed Rommath spoke before his other self: "Grand Mage Telestra, if Lor'themar and Halduron had this terrifying energy."

"I think... that's all. This kind of thing is not worth talking about."

"You want to save Quel'Thalas without saying anything. What are you thinking?"

Pointing at the white-haired ranger captain who had broken the seal at some point, Blue Eyes Romance said, "He says everything, but he also says nothing."

"I think Lor'themar and Halduron are doing the right thing. Chatting with you is just their leisure time to shoot undead and demons. Hurry up..."

"Can you cast a wide-area Firestorm now, Rommath?"

"No, Grand Mage Telesta-sama."

"Go away and recover your magic power. The two of them can kill the enemy steadily. Can we do it?"

Hearing the praise from the mature woman Telesta, Lor'themar and Halduron shot three arrows at the same time, encouraging each other to make progress.

However, Lor'themar was daydreaming again. Now that he had found one intruder, would the next one be far behind?

[One intruder has been found, and one more is missing. But you don’t know if the other one is him/her, or is it Him.

Why Silver Moon City has been able to hold out for so long is all thanks to these time travelers.

In a word, the high elves were numerous and quickly erected the barrier.

Among them, Mephistroth and Anetheron missed the great opportunity created by Mal'Ganis because of some things.

The undead in one place were destroyed, the undead in one area were hacked to pieces one by one by people on horseback, but the number of undead was still endless.

If there are enough undead in Stratholme, then what does it matter if people are slaughtered along the way? 】

[Intruder: Romance

He was staying in Silvermoon City as usual, but one day he suddenly had a dream in which he saw several people talking and laughing.

Varian lay on a couch, surrounded by Jaina, Katherine and a so-called Sarah Proudmoore.

The next second, Romans suddenly felt his body falling, and in the blink of an eye he was back in Silvermoon City, where nothing seemed to have changed.

Because of a small accident, he went back in time, to a place where he was actually supposed to be one of the people that Muradin tied up.

As she carried the two quivers over, Lydia couldn't help but narrow her eyes and stare into the distance and said, "Captain Theron, is that General Sylvanas over there?"

"Lydia, she's not the Ranger General, she's Alleria Windrunner."

"Harduron, I'm clearly ready..."

"We are all good brothers, why should we care about such trivial matters?"