The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Trevyn Oxaxe, this is a handwritten letter from Jaina and me."

"It contains detailed records of Jaina and I's reports on this emergency."

In front of the leader of the troop, Arthas folded a particularly long letter into a small piece and put it in an envelope and handed it over.

Facing the sea breeze, he breathed so greedily and warned.

"Of course, I will take the corresponding responsibilities. If you have any questions, just come to me directly."

"If you can't find me...you can look for my two lieutenants. They are on vacation near Old Briar recently."

Standing at the port of Stormsong Valley, Arthas patted the leader on the shoulder and said, "Relax."

"All of us who went there have gone home."

“Most of the people who were rescued were rescued.”

His tone became serious, "For those who didn't come back, we also brought back their 'names'."

His tone became serious, "Remember, I will give you a lot of compensation, not a penny less."

"If you encounter problems that you can't solve, come to me and I will solve them."

“I will not show mercy to those who steal and cause trouble, even if this is the kingdom of Kul Tiras.”

His tone became relaxed, and Arthas patted his shoulder heavily and said, "But, if you have the problem I mentioned,

"Then may the sea and the holy light be with you."

Watching Arthas's receding figure, Cui Wen and his companions saluted solemnly and said, "We understand, Your Highness."

The group saluted for a moment as Arthas and Jaina left, holding their "names" and the remaining "food" for this mission.

Afterwards, they left with yearning, sadness, relief, and anticipation...with the simplest emotions,

In this bustling port of Stormsong Valley, they walked back to back with the two of them, each doing "their" subsequent tasks.

Seeing the navy marching lightly and... their compatriots returning home today, the people of Kul Tiran mourned in silence.

Similarly, people from other countries who come here for business or tourism quietly join in.

Although this memorial service will not last long, people will return to their own lives.

But here, they have all been here, leaving their footprints and blooming the splendor of life.

Finally, an emergency unexpected support operation, under the shining afternoon sun,

In the gentle but slightly cool sea breeze, in the silent farewell, the rescue operation was announced to be over verbally and silently.

At this moment, an old man in a gray robe stood in an open and secluded area at a high place in the port and sighed a few times.

It was as if his decaying body swayed slightly, there was a flash of light…there was no light, and he turned into a raven and flew away.

"We... live... in this world. Is it right or wrong?"

……

"Next time, don't mess with me, okay?"

Staring at the two rings on Jaina's left and right hands, Arthas "praied" seriously.

"Well, can we not talk about that which has passed?"

Holding Arthas's arm and looking up, Jaina asked back a little "shyly".

Her face didn't turn red at all, she just hugged him a little tighter and a little more forcefully.

"We agreed before that you can be my guinea pig for some of my experiments and tests."

With a tone of deceit, she said: "I am a mage, you have to understand me."

Helping her take off her captain's hat, Arthas pretended to be annoyed and said, "I should understand you?!"

"But...", he raised his captain's hat, "Can't you understand me?"

He put the hat back on her, turning it 180 degrees, and said, "Same thing."

With a whistle, Arthas tightened his grip on the reins and said, "On the battlefield, unless there is an accident, try not to mess with me."

"Ah...did I do such a thing?"

Being pulled towards death by great force...the horse of the army of light, Jaina slapped her head, at a loss.

Arthas flicked the reins and asked, "No?"

Holding the person in front of her tightly, Jaina asked again: "Is there?"

Leaning her head on Arthas's shoulder, she said, "Except for the beginning."

"At other times, those accidents...we were honing our coordination."

Looking straight ahead, Arthas said: "Yes, Proudmoore."

"Otherwise, how can we communicate with each other at such an encrypted level..."

"The two of you down there, you're blocking me!"

Hearing the child's voice above her head, Jaina climbed up with the help of the "pillar" and grabbed the neck of the little golden angel with one hand.

Lifting the little angel in front of her, she asked, "How did you fly?"

"let me go……"

"Speak clearly and don't act hurt. I know my limits, my smartest little angel."

With eyes wide open and sparkling with tears, the little angel said, "This is my talent!"

"Proudmoore Armor, combine!"

After a burst of golden light, Jaina saw her daughter, whose light had dissipated...

She held up the little witch in the blue skirt and shook it viciously with a heart full of "malice".

Since she was a child, she has always wanted to become a notorious witch.

But unfortunately, her education and her twenty-three years of experience told her so.

Not only is she not good enough, she is only good enough for role-playing.

"Look at our little witch's wrist, Jaina."

Controlling the direction of the invincible flight, Arthas easily pointed out the "truth" that Christina was trying to cover up.

Although he has been with his daughter for less than three years, only three months, he knows clearly what his daughter usually wears.

Moreover, in order to prevent his intelligent daughter's worldview from being distorted, he had to use all his skills.

There was no rise that he witnessed in his previous life, but he could let his mother, step by step, present the images that were magically modified because of the different worlds, but almost restored, in front of her.

More than once, the pandaren of Pandaria were unaware that they...

For example, some small clips are taken from the special "cartoon".

In the dark night, there are torches one after another, in a small village in Pandaria.

During this night of replenishing energy, the pandas did not sleep, but instead discussed and took action collectively.

The village next door has been invaded by an evil demon. Folks, grab your weapons and teach the demon what qigong is!

After the battle, the Pandaren from the surrounding villages not only did not leave or fight for the goods, but instead offered comfort.

They were united, divided the work in an orderly manner, and each was busy with their own work, rebuilding the village, setting up a new village banquet, and singing a song of unity.

The disaster could not defeat the Pandaren in a village in Pandaria. Instead, it made them more united and worked together to create a better tomorrow.

Finally, the stubborn little girl stopped being stubborn and slowly started calling him dad. She also saw her dad’s heroic figure along the way…

"Christina: Please delete the heroic image, it's clearly a bear... No!

It should be my mother’s heroic figure!

And, stop shaking me.

"Menethil Armor, combine!"

After a burst of golden light... and a burst of purple light, the little angel in golden armor broke free from the hands of his "jealous madly" mother.

She raised her hands to the sky and put her feet together, and in the blink of an eye, her mother's hand grabbed her throat again.

"Don't do that, Mom."

"why?"

"Because I find this embarrassing. I'm not your pet."

With tears in her eyes, she sat down in Jaina's chair.

"Okay, I get it, my little angel pet."

Raising her hand to comb the little angel's golden hair, Jaina said, "Sit tight, my dear daughter."

"Every day, we will try to hold this kind of family trip as much as possible!"

There was a big one and a small one in front of his chest. Arthas waved his sword... and said with a wave of his hand: "Yes, we will fly to that place!"

At the command, Wudi responded with a light snort.

It has no wings, its feet are on the void, it is shining with golden light, and it is flying upwards.

On this triumphant day…and on this day of another family outing, three people and a horse flew towards the sun.

"Look, in-laws."

Holding the magic image horizontally, Sindra smiled and said, "I told you before, don't worry."

"Little Christina, she was so anxious because she sensed that her parents had returned home."

"So, the possibility that one can't control a new ability... is completely non-existent."

Sindra came to Vasya and said openly, "Her aunt and I have taught her."

"This child has received the best educational resources since childhood, and has been..."

"But, Ms. Sindra, she lost our love and care since she was a child."

Wiping away the tears of mixed emotions, Terenas "cried and sobbed".

This made Jialiya, who was standing by, feel at a loss.

Before today, Terenas thought that Arthas and Jaina would be a political marriage.

However, his "rebellious" son had hit him in the face three years ago.

He lifted him up by the collar and told him, "Father, just take care of your government affairs. I will play for three more years."

Once upon a time, Terenas...

"Yes, Sindra, you and the other two have never considered our feelings."

With one sentence, Terenas's unrealistic fantasy was broken. Daelin slapped his "rebellious son" in the face...

Very good, Tanred ran off to who knows where, and he slapped old Terenas on the shoulder.

A pair of old fathers hugged their "brothers" and each other in this peaceful manor...

"Sindra, for my long-cherished wish, I want to..."

"No, Catherine, we should all give each other some time to ourselves."

Yawning, Sindra dispersed the image, grabbed her daughter Vasya and returned to the warm bed.

In order to avoid being disturbed again by the three relatives, she used the authority shared by Arthas and returned to the cottage in the alien space.

"By the way, daughter, your room is next door."

Sindra waved goodbye to Vasya who was about to lie down, and hugged her pillow tightly.

This time, no matter what, she must get a longer sleep.

Back at the quiet Stormsong Manor, Pluto couldn't bear to watch this "touching" scene and picked up his staff.

Beside him, Desuhil also picked up the staff.

The man of the manor looked serious, "You, don't you see it's almost done?"

The solemn hostess said with a gentle look, "Son, please fulfill your duties as a hostess for us."

"Okay, my two masters, I'll go right away."

As the two "sticks" stepped heavily on the bricks and stones, Mogena responded.

He tied his tie and walked out slowly pushing the drink cart.

"If I knew that my return would be a nuisance to both of you, I would rather stay in the storm for a few more years."

"Boy, they are all honored guests, and you are the future Lord Stormsong."

"Yes, father, mother."

The future could come at any time. Mognar pushed the cart steadily and began to perform the tasks of the future Lord Stormsong politely.

"Oh, my poor son..."

"No, it's your poor daughter."

"Wrong, Vickers."

After "recovering" her obese body shape, Priscilla took the towel in her pocket and wiped the corners of her tearless eyes.

"It's all because of you that flowers are stuck in cow dung!"

"What...it's obviously because of you!"

"Otherwise, my daughter wouldn't have to go to that dark place and suffer!"

After two consecutive rebuttals, Vickers drew the sword from his waist and said, "Besides, you fat woman."

"You're already exposed, why do you still like to be like this!"

With a flick of her halberd, Priscilla drew her two swords and sneered, "Haha!"

"You're an old fool who loves the new and gets bored with the old!"

"I'm just a little fat, and you dare to scold me?"

"What do you mean by fat? Even if you don't become like this, you're still a fat woman!"

"Brother (sister), calm down!"

"Pluto (Dessuhil), I can't calm down!"

Soon, the Ashvane couple, whose fists were stiff, were taken away one by one by the Stormsong couple to find a place to calm down.

Not far away, Arthur and Meredith made way for each other, feeling that time was merciless.

As expected, they were the only two who treated each other with respect.

"Arthur, let me tell you something..."

"I'm sorry, dear, but my daughter's marriage is her own decision."

Condescendingly, Arthur said, "The other one you are wrong, so I will help you correct it."

"That's not it, Mr. Arthur."

Pointing to her home in the distance, Meredith asked softly, "Should we go back to the territory to work?"

Turning his back to Meredith in an instant, Arthur said, "My dear Meredith, shouldn't we accompany King Terenas?"

"So, do you think your old friend has time... to drink with you?"

Meredith made a helpless gesture...she was pulled away by her husband who missed the delicious food at Waycrest Manor.

indeed.

If we stay like this, we can't get together as old friends...

The second reason is that when Terenas came, he felt it was too formal and there was no such atmosphere.

The main reason is that his daughter Lucia, who helped with the family's meals, went to learn druid spells, and he and Meredith had to take care of the household inventory.

"Brother... King Varian, Queen Tiffin."

Pointing to Stormsong Manor, a "rebellious son" brought a visiting couple and said, "Please come in."

Next to him, there was a female "personal guard" of Ashvane who followed and protected him.

"With the help of Archmage Syndra, Arthas and sister... Jaina will surely come back."

Lifting her skirt, Tiffin saluted with Varian beside her and said, "Yes."

"Thank you, Your Highness Tanred."

"You're welcome, sister-in-law... ahem, Queen Tiffin."

Just as Tanred was about to say something, a... a little angel in golden armor slowly floated down from the sky.

"Menethil Armor, disintegrate."