The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"You said you were transported here by a golden light... most likely the Holy Light. Was it the Holy Light that teleported you here?"

Summoning a ball of warm holy light, Liadrin responded: "Yes, my intuition tells me that it is the holy light."

Following the various clues found recently, Jaina said: "It seems that there are indeed many miracles of the Holy Light."

"Everyone who comes here says they were summoned by the Holy Light, but it's really not because of the Holy Light..."

Silently calling out the Holy Light, Uther said: "Jaina, the Holy Light told us that they are not lying."

"The Holy Light can serve as a bridge between hearts. I'm pretty sure they're not lying."

After confirming it twice in a row, Uther cast a confession spell on himself to verify with his own eyes that he was not lying.

As a light bringer, the leader of the Silver Hand, and the apparent head of the Church of Light in Lordaeron, the devout Uther would not question the sincerity of the Holy Light.

Arthas also summoned the Holy Light to ease Jaina's embarrassment and said, "Yes, Uther, at least there is no lie in this matter."

"We don't need to explore further. We will leave a little privacy for everyone."

After giving Liadrin a mysterious look, Arthas took a step back and stood with Jaina.

The Holy Light will not lie, but believers will lie, and the hidden hostility is not something that ordinary people can easily explore.

It was precisely because of Alexstrasza's blessing that he could more keenly perceive other people's feelings towards him.

Orcs and trolls can be killed without mercy, and humans and dwarves can be killed without mercy as well.

Because Arthas didn't know what his future would be like after he became the Lich King.

Also because the "dark history" given by a certain stone was incomplete, he and Jaina and others could not use it to peek into more of the future.

Similarly, these futures were also spoken by a certain knight, and a certain wizard of the stone manufacturer had not actually experienced much personally.

Seeing that the scene was silent again, Tanred said, "Since everyone has found out some clues, why not listen to what I have to say."

"If you ask me, why don't we go back to the Eastern Kingdoms and see it with our own eyes... The undead and the demons are not scary. What is scary is the reasons why we shrink back."

Without paying any attention to Tanred, Varian said, "Everyone is aware of the situation. Now you may have four choices."

"Do you want to go north to Ashenvale to seek an alliance with the night elves, or go west to Stonetalon Mountains to find the Crow Prophet Medivh?"

"Or should we find a habitat for the soldiers and civilians who cross the river to the west near the barren land, or should we go back home to the east to find an opportunity to restore our country?"

"You have reached the time when you must make a choice. We three passers-by in time may be here to witness the choice in your heart."

After Varian's words, Arthas, Jaina and others fell into deep thought for a while, thinking about their next choices.

In less than a moment, a crow flew in from afar, slowly landed, green air dissipated, and it turned into an old man and took off its hood.

"Everyone, the time we meet again is much sooner than I expected."

Holding the chicken stick in his hand, Medivh smiled and said, "How are you? We have plenty of time to chat now."

Looking at the newcomers, Arthas asked first: "Medivh, what is the meaning of what we are doing?"

Shaking his head, Medivh said: "Young prince, nothing is meaningless."

“For example, you came here not only to continue the races of humans, dwarves, elves, and gnomes, but also to resist the coming Burning Legion.”

Medivh casually showed an image of the undead wreaking havoc on the land and said, "The dark tide of the undead and demons is inevitable. The only way out of this dark age is to unite as one."

"You have already made the decision to give up, so turning back will only make you more tired. You and everyone around you have proven that your choice is meaningful."

Glancing at Tanred who didn't take it seriously, Jaina said, "Prophet Medivh, what suggestions do you have for our next direction?"

"I don't have any suggestions. Once you are in the vortex, your choice will come soon."

After tapping his chicken stick, Medivh said, "In a sense, this chaotic land you have stepped into has an owner."

Instead of a direct answer, Medivh changed the subject and said, "Although the fate of the other side may be about to change, the general direction of your fate has not changed."

Understanding Medivh's intention, Varian said, "Mr. Medivh, how should Tanred, Lady Liadrin, and I get back?"

He didn't care too much about other things. The main goal of him and Tanred had always been to find the way home, and helping was just a side job.

After meeting the last guardian, without mentioning other things, as soon as Varian saw Medivh, he felt that the Raven Prophet must know something.

Even if Medivh was not very good, Varian believed that he was a great wizard who knew many secrets. It would be a shame not to ask him for some key information...

"Varian, I don't know, and I can't even comprehend what the Holy Light wants to convey through you."

Medivh raised his finger to the sky and said, "But I believe that the word 'Holy Light' must have a meaning. Your guess may be correct."

Hearing such ambiguous words, Tanred was unhappy, and directly performed a leap in the air for everyone, but he picked up the "captain's hat" and performed a dance in his heart.

Sliding on the spot in his fantasy, Tanred's expression showed contempt and disbelief.

Raising his hand with five fingers pointing to the sky, Tanred said, "My sister once said, 'If a person has a hard time speaking, he will tell lies.'"

"Mr. Medivh, let's not be so secretive. Let's get straight to the point and tell the other party what they are worried about. This will benefit all parties."

Medivh thought for a moment about this boy's straightforwardness and said, "The thing is, I have already said what you want to know and what I want to know, haven't I?"

"Do you have any misunderstanding about my ability to understand? If I...if I can understand...how about you please tell me in more detail?"

With a twitch of his mouth, Medivh said, "Tanred, there is a reason why you can't learn to make friends with water elementals, just like Tanred Proudmoore can call the wind and rain."

"I just told you a small question frankly. Do you have to imply me like this?"

"The problem is that in Jaina Proudmoore's eyes, you, Tanred Proudmoore, have always been an excellent future heir to Kul Tiras."

Scratching the back of his head, Tanred said, "I really am..."

"At least my brother can call down the monsoon to strike down lightning, and he can also summon water elementals."

"Jaina, teach me."

Shrugging her shoulders, Jaina said helplessly: "I study the arcane, not the tides."

"Sister, teach me a thing, I will definitely..."

"Mr. Medivh, what's going on in Silvermoon City?"

As the two siblings looked at each other and begged each other, Sylvanas asked Medivh respectfully, but Medivh had already torn open a space rift.

"I know you have something to do, but I still hope you can tell me about this. This is a small request from me."

"Sylvanas Windrunner, Silvermoon City is still holding out. After everything..."

"I smell the scent of wine, it smells so good~"

"Oh?! We are from the same field!"

Before closing the rift, Medivh threw out a bottle of wine and said, "Muradin Bronzebeard, we are indeed fellow travelers who share the same love of fine wine."

As Medivh forcibly closed the space rift, Jaina caught the bottle and said, "Sorry, I'm not strong enough."

"I am too weak to take advantage of this opportunity to open a stable portal over such a long distance..."

Stroking his beard and smiling, Tanred interrupted: "If there is no sister I am familiar with on the other side, then I can only tell you, sister."

"Opening a portal is such a simple matter, how could the beautiful and intelligent Lady Proudmoore... Oh no, we have fallen into the trap of that old Deng!"

Using a hand of holy light to block the howling cold wind for Tanred, Arthas asked: "Tanred, what did you find?"

In response to this question, Tanred said angrily: "I just shifted my vision to the dream world, and was surprised to find that we all have a mark in our souls."

"It wasn't there yesterday, nor during the battle today. It was only after Medivh left. Maybe he wanted to..."

Raising her hand, a legendary stream of water swept up the careless brother. Jaina held the stone in his hand and said, "It seems that the other me still has many secrets."

"Is it necessary to torture herself... or was it her who sent Tanred here?"

Varian expressed sympathy for his brother's experience and asked, "Jaina, are you saying that Tanred's previous abnormal behavior was directed by another you?"

Without responding first, Jaina pointed to her forehead, revealing a mysterious arcane rune between her eyebrows.

Facing everyone, Jaina said: "Something is happening somewhere, and we will probably be forcibly taken away by Medivh."

"There were no unexpected circumstances. He... No, I always feel that this harmless rune with a time limit... No, no, what does this mean?"

"I say, will this be the time we can continue to stay in this world?"

"Liadrin, what do you mean?"