The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"My dear brother, I didn't lie to you."

"How can we tell outsiders about our affairs in detail? We must keep it secret. Do you think I am right?"

This explanation left Tanred speechless and unable to refute.

Indeed, why should you explain your own affairs so clearly to others?

"Okay, Jaina, stop fooling Tanred."

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean?"

"Do not dwell on this, Tanred Proudmoore."

Holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, Arthas turned and looked at the Drust ghost on the other side.

Suddenly patting his brother's sword handle, he asked, "How much time has passed since I fell unconscious?"

"This...Brother-in-law, you know me."

Looking up slightly at the dark sky, Tanred said, "After staying in other places for too long, the concept of time has changed."

"Time got away from me, I lost track of time."

"It seems to me that this is difficult..."

"It seems that I was not unconscious for very long. Then, we can still give them some more time."

Turning around and taking the pretty child away, Arthas lifted her chin and said, "Christina, remember."

"Being smart doesn't mean you can be willful. Growth changes a person."

Narrowing her eyes, Christina said directly: "Of course, father."

"I will not learn from my mother and uncle. I am an honest and kind child."

"Okay, but I still don't know if it's good or bad for you to know this in advance?"

Taking away the round candy that Jaina was about to eat, Arthas fed her the candy and began to take out the image stone and put it...

Seeing this, Jaina lost her appetite for candy and had to join in watching...

Sighing continuously, Tanred shook his head, no longer surprised by this, and joined in.

What profound things can you teach a three-year-old? Just play.

After a few seconds, which was the time it took Christina to finish watching an episode of animation, Sindra and Vasya returned to their original positions. Neither of them was idle either.

The two of them shared their methods of finding time to think, which benefited many Thorn Speakers a lot.

However, their ideas failed in closing the Death Gate of Thros.

Even with some ideas from Arthas and Jaina, the difficulty of not being able to close Death's Door still remained.

At the same time, Orfa and Augustus came with the indifferent Gorak Tur and other Drust ghosts.

Seeing them coming, Jaina took Christina and the photo stone, and Arthas and Tanred stopped the confrontation.

"Everyone, our reunion is over."

Taking a few steps away, Orfa said, "Now, continue your business."

"Some of my doubts have been resolved, but after all, human hearts are hard to predict."

His already tall figure seemed to become even more hunched and thin as Orfa said this.

He walked a few steps to a dark stone and sat down, not knowing what he was thinking.

When some Thornspeakers gathered around Orfa, Augustus pulled Gorak in front of Arthas and others.

"Our cooperation is over, and I hope you can keep your word."

"No problem, then, Augustus Maple."

Gathering a ball of death, Arthas said: "You and those Drust who are willing to join you."

"Do you want to leave now or later? I can open the door to the world of the dead for you at any time."

Pointing to a tall door not far away, Arthas said, "I'm not talking about this door. There is a risk of being arrested by law enforcement officers."

"You also know that you will receive a fair trial, and I will send you to that land."

After staring into Arthas' sincere eyes for a while, Augustus raised a finger and said, "Before you decide, I have one more question."

"Can death at the soul level escape the fate of the Shadow Realm?"

"Ok?"

With a puzzled look on his face, Arthas said, "It is difficult for me to answer you on this question."

“It is true that many living and dead souls have bodies and souls, but the bodies and souls die.”

“No matter which level dies, or all of them die, ‘we’ still live in this world.”

Looking at the weak Gorak in front of him, Arthas said, "Just like him, Gorak Tur."

"To put it mildly, we will all remember him recently."

"To put it in a broader sense, his life has been engraved in this world and cannot be erased."

"At most, it can be covered up or distorted or used in other ways... Even if he is forgotten, he, Gorak Tul, is still 'alive'."

At this time, Jaina took over the conversation and said, "Can we escape the fate you mentioned? Simply put."

"Whether it exists or not, the premise is that you are still you, Augustus Maple Leaf."

Glancing at the so-called "descendants" in front of him, Augustus said in a deep voice: "Then send us away now."

"All the Drust souls except Gorak Tul will leave here."

Frowning, Sebastiro said, "Your request is excessive, Augustus."

"My son, the hatred of our time must end."

Slowly inserting the no longer shining sword of the Chief Judge into the scabbard at his waist, Alexander said: "We should have gone to that world long ago."

"Old racial grievances hold us back, but we are the souls of an old time..."

Ignoring the disappearance of Alexander's silver armor, Sebastrude continued what he had said before: "I am worried."

"If Gorak Tul hadn't bound you, I don't think you would have even had the desire to resist."

"War is never a joke. It is already merciful enough for the loser to accept the price with dignity."

After saying this, Sebastiro's aura changed, and the cold and fierce power of death surged from him.

With a clang, he drew the long sword from Alexander's waist and pointed it at the dark land.

Although the sword no longer had its former shine and rust quickly formed on the blade, its power remained undiminished.

Just like Alexander who is about to go to the Shadow Realm, it still has the strength to fight while staying at the end of the present world.

"Drustvar, Kul Tiras, ravaged by the Drust... no, simply by the death magic."

Looking at the descendants around him, Sebastiro said, "Under each piece of land, there is a darkness that is difficult to exorcise."

"You want to make such a ridiculous contribution in exchange for...death cannot forgive everyone's sins."

Looking at his son like this, Alexander said with a complicated expression: "The dead are the greatest, son."

"Father! They desecrated the remains of our ancestors and didn't even feel the slightest bit of remorse for it."

Hearing this, Arthas and Jaina looked at each other, feeling a little...

Standing around the two of them, Lucia was a little confused and couldn't help shaking her father's arm.

Arthur just gave her a look in response.

We should not interfere in the affairs of our ancestors.

"I used to say, kill them all...my mother always dissuaded me."

“The dead are great, but even death in this world will not find rest.”

"Fred...", Alexander whispered to himself, chanting his wife's name.

Looking at the sword in his hand with a complicated expression, Sebastiro said, "However, some people will not agree with this concept."

"Death at the soul level may be the answer to avoiding danger."

"Gaining the power of death, I saw part of the truth."

"If this is a plan by the 'superiors', then if we, the 'lower class', want to be out of control, a complete death is the best."

"Haha, complete death is not the end."

Looking up, Gorak sneered, "Sebastrude Waycrest, your ideas are as childish as they ever were."

"The soul of every deceased person is never under their own control."

"You have defeated us Drust, so I will kindly tell you something."

Whoosh, the Chief Judge's sword fell with the last word of this sentence, and the sword was only an inch away from cutting through this weak soul.

“Haha, ha, haha…hahahahahahaha!”

Ignoring the sword, Gorak suddenly stopped laughing and said, "Since we were chosen, part of our souls are not with us."

"Although most of us can only go to the realm of the dead, the Kingdom of the Dead holds some of our souls."

"Even if this part may be small or large, even if it is 'me', I over there will also gain..."

Gao Lek lowered his voice and said, "Wake up, the wake up that you can understand."

"Sleep normally and wake up the next morning or midday."

"Whether we are alive or dead, our price has already been set."

"Just as the land is unable to grow normal crops due to witchcraft, so are we..."

As Gorak Tul kindly told the story and "praise" for the so-called "victor", Arthas gradually sorted out his thoughts.

When a living being dies, no matter whether its soul is complete or broken, the remaining soul will remain in the Shadow Realm.

If the soul in the world of the living perishes completely, then the remaining soul will awaken and continue to release anima - the foundation of the Shadow Realm.

No matter what the living or the dead do, every breath they take and every move they make provides the world with what it needs to keep going.

However, these things, like the Eternals, understand things much more deeply than they do, and they are the ones who are closest to the "truth".

At the end of the story, Sebastide gave up his... maybe threw them into the Shadow Realm to witness... maybe even more cruel torture.

The remnant soul has recovered some of its memories, but they are unclear. It would be better if... Holy Light is above and the dead are greatest.

Beside him, Alexander was feeling smug when he saw that his son had suddenly come to his senses.

After all, it was him as the father, and Fred... Fred...

"This is the 'mercy' I offer you, ignorant living beings."

Arthas lowered his head and sighed at Gaolek's last words. He felt more and more insignificant.

Unable to find anything, Arthas had to straighten his stance and said, "If that's the case, then let's do this."

"Augustus Maple Leaf, at this moment, do you still want to take all of them to stand trial?"

"I may be able to kill you from the soul level, but I am still willing to respect your choice."

Watching the Judge's sword being sheathed again, Arthas said, "A mortal like me."

"What I consider to be heinous crimes, loyal and brave, may be different in the eyes of those beings."

"There are six destinations there. Although I want some of your souls to go to two of them, that is not for me to decide."

After listening to these words carefully, Augustus made a quick decision under Orfa's complicated gaze.

"No, there is what many people often say, a chance to 'start over.'"

Turning his head to look at the silent fellow souls behind him, Augustus said: "Judgment, every living being will be judged."