The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Everyone has worked hard. You can take a rest now. They will continue to draw the scroll."

Standing firmly on the Fire Phoenix, Kael'thas stood still against the wind and ordered the prince's assistants who were working while resting to change.

In addition, he maintained the "sun" of the coalition forces, continuing to illuminate the way forward for the Union troops in the dark night.

When the "furious writing" high elves who were moving slowly forward below came to their resting place, the three Blood Eagle sisters hugged each other and relived the warm hugs of the less noisy sisters.

In a carriage near the three of them, a white-haired male elf ranger was holding a young and beautiful blonde female elf wizard. He raised his hand to stroke her back and spoke to comfort her.

"Grandia, don't worry, I'm fine."

"Nephew, I'm not here to make sure you're okay. I'm so miserable!"

Letting go of Lor'themar's embrace, Grandia said with a hint of grief and indignation: "Why am I so busy now that I am here with my real nephew?"

With helplessness on his face, Lor'themar said, "Aunt Grandia, the scroll you can draw is too profound."

Spreading his hands, Lor'themar said: "I am powerless to help you with this."

Hearing this, Grandia felt even more sad.

She used to be a deputy of the "Legion", but now she has become an ordinary magician again.

Grandia opened her blue eyes wide and said, "Lor'themar, you are the future regent."

"Aunt, I just want to take a break. Please give me a chance and do me a small favor."

"Wow, nephew... Yoho! Liadrin, look at my nephew. He is the future Regent of the Sin'dorei!"

Liadrin, who had just returned from her shift, blushed and said, "Mage Grandia, that was just something the Prince of Lordaeron made up. Don't take it seriously."

"We are drawing the scroll here to speed up the advancement of Quel'Thalas reinforcements and contribute to the rescue of our compatriots and allies in the Alliance."

"Yes, Magister Grandia, we have no other choice."

Not far away, the blond handsome elf Halduron, who was driving the carriage used by mages and priests, spoke softly.

He raised his hand to brush his bangs, and then waved the reins to ensure that the carriage continued to move at a moderate speed, moving forward in unison with the main force.

To this friend, Lor'themar continued: "Aunt, Halduron is right."

"According to the news we have recently learned, we estimate that the crisis in Quel'Thalas will be resolved tomorrow afternoon."

"Friends of Quel'Thalas, eat something and rest. You have worked hard."

With an aggrieved look on her face, Grandia took the white flour buns and hot porridge handed to her by a red-haired human woman, as well as a plate of chopped red fragrant chicken thighs.

Next, the knight who was carrying her said, "Beautiful elf lady, handsome elf gentleman, we will do our best to ensure your safety, please enjoy your meal in peace."

"Although it's a bit crude, the sweet buns newly developed by Her Highness Jaina are quite delicious. I believe you will like them."

After the food here was distributed, the knight carried his childhood sweetheart, rode on his fiery warhorse, pulled the food cart behind him, and slowly headed to the next destination.

Just above them, a prince's lieutenant rode a Holy Warhorse and flew towards the Kirin Tor Council of the Alliance army with a message from the northern port of Lordaeron.

At the same time, Grandia was eating a sweet and soft steamed bun, ignoring her nephew Lor'themar, and quietly took a piece of her nephew's meat and came to her real resting place.

Seeing that his aunt had finally left, Lor'themar picked up the plate and returned to the coachman's seat, where he found a place to sit with his two friends.

"I hope everything goes well tomorrow. Too many of our compatriots have sacrificed their lives in previous wars."

"Lor'themar, the Light will protect their souls, and they will return to peace."

"Li Yajun (Liadrien), perhaps that is the case. The arcane holy light of the Prince of Lordaeron is indeed shining."

"Halduron, may the Holy Light allow you to eat less."

"Haha, but the Prince of Lordaeron did use Arcane Light to attack me and Lor'themar that day."

"Come on, Halduron, Liadrin is a believer in the Holy Light, and the Holy Light is the nemesis of evil."

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"Prince Kael'thas, it's almost time. Come down and take a rest."

"Solanlian, I actually...oh, warp immediately!"

After receiving the order from its master, Ao flickered his wings and a flame appeared in the air, avoiding a man and a woman who suddenly landed on it. He would not be attacked by strangers.

"Osmar Garithos, you are indeed a friend of the dwarves, but it would have been better if you had not oppressed my brothers and sisters later."

Picking up the cold beer, Muradin said: "Forget it, time flies. You are not him. I just miss my old friends."

"Of course, this includes you, my old friend."

Raising the snow-white cold drink in his hand, Osmar said, "Old friend, you have to be strong."

"We are just passers-by in your long life, and you, Muradin... Bronzebeard, there is an enemy attack!"

Seeing Osmar suddenly look up, hold the cup firmly and roll away, Muradin couldn't help but shake the cold beer in his hand and watch the bubbles in it burst continuously.

"It seems that you still have something against us dwarves and that Marshal Garithos... the traitor..."

As Arthas knocked down Muradin, who had suddenly activated his divine power, Osmar and Kael'thas in the air both breathed a sigh of relief.

They both thought that this sudden landing of a human-shaped fireball had a tracking function, especially someone inside it.

After all, when someone brought a small group of "captives" here before, they were covered in dust and looked not normal.

"Whoo~"

After brushing off the dust on his body, Arthas picked up a person with each hand. What about the dwarf giant and the humanoid dragon girl?

"Oh, my darling, go to sleep."

Letting go of the dwarf master who was guarding the ice beer tightly, Arthas picked up Jaina and spoke with emotion.

Crack, crack, crack. The ground in front of Arthas automatically opened up a hole large enough for a person to walk through, and also automatically formed a sarcophagus.

The coffin door opened automatically, and Arthas pinched the cheek of the woman pretending to sleep with one hand and squeezed it gently.

"My dear, after you left, what you hid..."

Before he could finish his words, the sarcophagus automatically turned into stone, the hole automatically filled up, and Arthas grew into the ground.

He didn't know the extent to which other blue dragons and black dragons utilized the earth element, but his own... some kind of plant, he was under an illusion.

He immediately gave himself a "Dragon's Regret" and Arthas instantly broke the simple dream and woke up from his coma.

Because he is very clear about his abilities, the ability to control the earth at will.

This is so fake and weird.

Taking the chicken leg from the woman who used him as a meat cushion, Arthas chewed the meat and waved his hand to signal the two adjutants to leave quickly.

With a look of disdain on his face, Arthas put his arms around the archmage and slapped her in the face.

"Alright, alright, stop working on your new spell."

"By the way, don't yell. It will affect your image."

"Remember not to do anything. There are so many acquaintances around watching. Please give me some face."

Arthas gave Jaina her favorite snap of the fingers and said, "Finally, you have prepared the recording stone and various recording measures."

"If you don't want to leave an image of a cruel and vicious woman in front of your daughter, don't do anything else."

"Also, in order to highlight your future... you know it."

Coming to Jaina's ear, Arthas whispered: "Not only has the time not come yet, but there is also a lucky person who has not been found."

"If we can't go back, you have to pay attention to your image."

Hearing this series of attacks, Jaina gently pushed away the man's hand and disappeared in a flash.

Isn't it just that he doesn't want her to stay around? She's leaving now and won't even pay any attention to him.

Seeing the woman running to the table of the high elves next door to grab food, Arthas held his forehead with one hand and put down the ordinary stone he was holding tightly in his palm.

He has prepared a lot of methods, and he has done them all... If he wins once, he can win countless times.

Arthas opened a bottle of soda, drank it in one gulp and said, "Kael'thas, I have something to talk to you about."

It's not an empty talk, let's get down to business. Kael'thas dropped from the sky with a few flashes and shook off his golden and red robe.

Kael'thas said as his large robe tore through the air, "Let's talk about things, not wine. You're the first one to drink this."

"What kind of wine do you drink during wartime?"

After a burp, Muradin came over and said, "So, traitor, I am a special case?!"

"Traitor, traitor, Master Muradin, don't learn from Antonidas."

"I know him... Ahem, Jaina's master is my master!"