The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In the daytime, the residents of Dalaran seem to be busy, carrying big bags and small bags, and adults with children.

In the cold morning, there seemed to be nothing but warm white mist, one after another.

They carry many emotions and go towards this rainless and cool day, slowly but also dispersing and slowly merging with the day.

Most of the people here don't have expressions of happiness on their faces, but rather confusion about their future lives and urgency about the current situation.

Watching the people who had no time to rest, a purple-robed female mage exhaled a breath of white air and said, "Master Antonidas, is Lordaeron destroyed by the Undead Scourge?"

"No, Jaina, we have already wiped out the Cult of the Damned once."

Leaning on his magic cane, Antonidas said with dark circles under his eyes: "Lordaeron... was just torn apart by the evil undead."

"It seems like yesterday that we were separated by the orcs."

"But the alliance will eventually reunite. The undead are nothing more than corpses without intelligence."

"Without their evil master, their instincts are of little use and no threat to our alliance."

Turning around, Antonidas left a few words and slowly walked away into the busy crowd.

"My disciple, your mother is looking for you. Go home today."

"Okay, Master."

Catching the white air she had just exhaled, Jaina put away her staff and responded softly.

Staring at the elusive white mist, at this moment, her eyes were a little dull... She didn't know, and didn't understand.

She felt that she was not "her", at least she should not be called mentor or master.

As for what to shout, she seemed to have forgotten, but also seemed not to have forgotten.

The information stored in her mind was very vague, and she couldn't see or understand it at all.

However, she also understood one thing, she knew that her way of calling was not wrong.

"My daughter, are you okay?"

Throwing her hands into Katherine's arms, Jaina softly replied, "Mother, I'm fine."

"I'm just a little worried about the future and don't know what to do."

"Arthas, actually did such a thing, and I don't know what I am..."

Tenderly hugging her daughter, Catherine said softly, "Come home with me for the next few days."

"Your father and your mentor will take care of things here."

Leaning on her mother's shoulder, Jaina whispered, "I will listen to you, mother."

"I will obey you, mother."

Hearing this, Catherine couldn't help but rub her daughter's head lovingly, and she hugged her daughter a little tighter.

It is unfortunate to encounter such a thing at this age.

From her perspective, she didn't want her own daughter to be like this, it would be better for her to be happy as usual.

There are many people like this mother and daughter here, and many mothers hug their children tightly.

Unlike most mothers, the children's fathers or other relatives could not help but speed up and take them to the coastal port.

Because everyone knows one thing, the royal city of Lordaeron was completely destroyed by the undead overnight and became a "breeding ground" for those monsters.

The undead scourge that emerged from it poured westward into Tirisfal Glades and invaded Silverpine Forest in just a day or two.

Sneak south into Lake Lordamere and invade Dalaran from above and below.

They also attacked the Wilder, invaded the recently rebuilt Andorhal, and prepared to attack Hillsbrad Foothills.

Like the fragmented forces of Lordaeron, the undead are already attacking the magical city of Dalaran.

But they had not yet completely surrounded the city, and were only attacking some "stragglers".

For some reason, these undead spirits have been patrolling their "land" recently, tirelessly and happily doing so.

In the impressions of these running people, they should have been destroyed by the Silver Hand and other Lordaeron...Alliance forces.

Not long ago…or a month ago, this was how good news was spread everywhere.

The source of the undead in Northrend has been destroyed by the brave and fearless Alliance expeditionary force led by Prince Arthas Menethil.

Similarly, the nobles who took it as their duty to protect the people, the loyal knights, and the forces of light such as the Knights of the Silver Hand also eliminated all undead forces in the alliance.

But in the end, they reappeared "yesterday", bringing an even more terrifying tide of death.

The most beloved, or secretly despised... kind old king by the people of Lordaeron - King Terenas was killed by the returning hero.

The Kingdom of Lordaeron was destroyed overnight, leaving only the afterglow of the kingdom and the people who fled in fear of death.

They didn't have enough gold coins to take a carriage or ask other wizards who still had magic power to open a portal, so they could only rely on walking.

The more luxurious ones may have a horse-drawn carriage, ox-drawn cart or other vehicles to help them carry more necessary supplies.

In the face of disaster, many of them hope to go to a place where there is no war.

Wherever the orcs went, there was no peace, and the same was true for the undead.

In addition, their land can no longer be sown freely, and it is no longer as fertile as it once was...

Various reasons made the situation worse.

"What's the matter, kid?"

Leaving her mother's shoulder, Jaina raised her head and said, "Mother, we must unite."

After saying this, Jaina suddenly realized that she was very surprised by what she had just said.

Such a strange coincidence...

"Jaina, it seems that Daelin and I did nothing wrong in letting you study in Dalaran."

Hugging her daughter again and patting her back gently, Catherine said softly, "Come home with me."

"My daughter, before you make another decision."

“There’s not much I can do, but there’s only so much I can do.”

“A terrible disaster may have come, but you also calmed down.”

In the warm embrace of her mother, Jaina did not respond this time.

She merely nodded slightly, and moved a little closer, hugging him a little tighter.

In this crowded crowd, no matter how "bustling" it is outside, at least it is extremely quiet here for the two of them.

Until the mother and daughter walked hand in hand into a mysterious portal, they no longer lamented the current troubles.

Kul Tiras, at this time, was also a relatively peaceful country.

If Dalaran was busy during the day, then Quel'Thalas was particularly leisurely this afternoon.

The beautiful Yongge Forest favored by the sun is still as beautiful in its entirety, with such beautiful sunshine and dazzling golden light.

Just like the usual daily training, the Ranger General, who has superb skills, leads the team in daily training.

Whether it was a troll or something else, she would not let the past repeat itself before her eyes.

With a whoosh, an elven arrow with a gust of wind shot gently into the red-painted bull's eye and stuck there, motionless.

Seeing this, the Ranger General placed another arrow on the fully drawn moon string, ready to be fired...

"General Sylvanas, Prince Kael'thas has received your request."

A blond male elf ranger who suddenly arrived here took out a magic ball from his pocket and said, "He wants to talk to you face to face about this matter."

"Ah."

Upon receiving the order, her subordinates quickly stood up and channeled the magic power in their bodies into the blue but dim magic ball.

When the special channel magic ball was filled with fiery red arcane light, a serious but warm voice came from it.

It was Kael'thas Sunstrider, and this one didn't have three emerald fireballs, and looked exactly like the elven prince she remembered.

However, he seemed to be troubled by something now, and his brows were slightly frowned.

"Windrunner, our Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, what do you think the undead will attack our kingdom next?"

Putting down her longbow, Sylvanas nodded and saluted, "Yes, Your Highness."

"The human race's Stratholme has already fallen. Whether the undead cross the sea or go directly through Weald, we are in certain danger."

"But, General Sylvanas, the undead are attacking Dalaran."

Kael'thas, who was inside the magic ball, clenched his fists and placed them on his waist and said, "This is unrealistic."

"I saw it with my own eyes not long ago. How could they ..."

Raising her hand to interrupt, Sylvanas said, "Your Highness, the number of undead far exceeds your imagination."

"Wild's remaining forces in Lordaeron cannot stop the undead."

"Just defending their current small piece of land is already very difficult for them without a king."

"We need reinforcements if we can, and those councillors won't even listen to my advice."

As if he had thought of something, Kael'thas stroked his head and nodded in thought: "General, we still have the barrier."

"I believe that the barrier Bandinoril will not be easily destroyed like it was during the orcs' attack."

Hearing about the ineffective barrier, Sylvanas said, "Your Highness, think about the destruction of the capital of Lordaeron."

"Before that day, we could never have imagined that a hero would become a butcher."

"And on that day, the Knights of the Silver Hand secretly withdrew, and the first-hand news was actually blocked by the nobles of Lordaeron themselves."

"Our country is powerful, but with the lessons learned from Lordaeron, we must be alert to the enemies within."

After receiving such a serious reminder from Sylvanas, Kael'thas's already frowned brows deepened.

Why could the capital of Lordaeron be destroyed so easily? Combined with recent news, there are also some examples of non-resistance.

There is also first-hand information from the Kirin Tor, Kael'thas to the Ranger General far away in Eversong Forest...

Yes, her guess was correct.

The temptation of "eternal life" and the granting of "power" and "knowledge" were revealed by an exposed Dalaran mage himself.

After thinking for a while, Kael'thas decided to tell the truth.

To be frank, he felt that it was something that made the Ranger General make such an urgent contact.

It is very necessary for him to seriously understand whether the Undead Scourge is... an enemy within, and it is extremely deadly.

"General, you are absolutely right."

"For our people who are still in the cradle of security and do not yet understand the crisis, I must tell you something."

"I want to convince those councillors and my father to take this matter seriously in a short period of time."

"The news from Dalaran is true, and you must do three things first."

……

"Sylvanas Windrunner, all of my advisors who remain in Quel'Thalas will assist you."

"But, their personalities... you might find it difficult to deal with them..."

"Please rest assured, Your Highness."

Extending her right hand, Sylvanas said, "But I still need a list of names, a list that I can absolutely trust."

"A list? A list... General Ranger, what happened to you?"