The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Look, this is the real Holy Light Sword Technique, Tanred!"

Following a reminder to start a duel, Arthas threw the holy hammer Menethil's power into the air at the training ground.

Before Tanred could take a step forward with the knife in hand, the holy hammer became more and more dazzling, dazzling the entire venue.

In the light, Tanred closed his eyes, held his breath, and slashed to the left while fighting in another world.

When swinging the sword, anger surged and swirled like the tide, and blood and anger lingered around the sword.

When, in the air, the sword in the light collided with the rice knife, Tanred's feet left the ground and flew backwards.

This scene made Terenas' cloudy old eyes become clear.

With just one move, his son's hard power crushed Dai Lin's son.

He threw down the rice knife, inserted it firmly into the training platform, and jumped high.

"Why……"

Before Tanred could finish his words, the ruthless Arthas grabbed his arms with both hands, rolled up the wind from left to right, and gradually spun at a high speed.

In the slowly rotating tornado, a sword fell and stuck right next to the rice knife.

It trembled due to the power of the rice knife, and it dissipated the strong impact given by its fall through constant trembling.

From the fact that the sword kept breaking and expanding but stood firmly, it can be seen that it is not only durable and strong, but also has a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat.

At this moment, Mi Dao stood there proudly, not moved by the sword energy emitted by the defeated sword, as proud as a mountain.

Whoosh, whoosh, the tornado landed on the training platform, and Arthas gently put down his brother-in-law who had fainted at some point.

Putting his sword back where it belonged, Tanred was thrown high by Arthas across the training ground and landed precisely in Catherine's arms.

Before Catherine could tenderly caress her son, Jaina raised her hand and pressed her little brother's face.

"Brother, you shouldn't fall into this dream."

He lightly pressed the five directions of his fingertips with his five fingers, and a blue light slowly merged with Tanred.

In a moment, Tanred's feet landed on the bricks, and Jaina waved her hand to open his closed eyes.

"Ha ha!"

"You tried your best, brother."

Giving a gentle hug, Jaina, who was wearing sunglasses, said, "You are making progress. I and everyone else are very happy."

As Jaina took a few steps back and smiled the beautiful smile that Tanred remembered as his sister, he couldn't help but say, "Sister."

"I... I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"No, brother."

Hearing these words, Jialiya gave an admiring look, this is a good sister.

Seeing the gentle scene between the brother and sister, Dai Lin and Catherine both felt in their hearts that their good daughter had returned.

Noticing Jaina's gentle movements, Terenas felt that his son was in for a hard time.

The waiter Mo Ge Na was...envious and jealous.

Dignified, generous but stingy Tiffin, I see through your disguise.

The grandfather and grandson were having a great time, not knowing what was happening over here.

"But Tanred Proudmoore."

Raising her sunglasses to her forehead, Jaina tapped Tanred's forehead and said, "As my brother."

"Your progress is so fast..." She gave you a poor look.

“It’s really too slow.”

Whoosh, an invisible "true energy" hit him right between the eyebrows, and Jaina put on her sunglasses again.

The next second, Luo Ke, who was prepared, caught him in time, but he had fallen asleep.

Huluhulu, Rocco suddenly felt embarrassed...Jaina raised her right hand.

Next, they both fell asleep together, Catherine raised the filial daughter "hammer", and Daelin tried desperately to stop her.

Raising her left hand, Jaina turned around with the sleeping man and woman floating on her left and right.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll take my brother and Luo Ke to train."

"So, how did you get Roco?"

With curiosity and reminder, Calia spoke on behalf of the busy Proudmoore couple.

With a flick of her hair, Jaina took a graceful step forward, and stepped into the portal she opened with her right foot first.

But as she left Stormsong Manor with her left foot, she turned around with a frown.

"Jaina, you should at least..."

"Kid over there, come here."

In front of Jia Liya who was looking at her with hope, Jaina stretched out her hand and sucked, and Christina fell into her hands unwillingly in an instant.

She was playing hide and seek, but the evil dwarf pussycat didn't come, and the mother pussycat sucked her away instead.

"You're not willing, are you?"

Poking Christina's belly, Gianna said, "Your uncle needs your help."

"This is business, kid."

After saying this seriously, Jaina rubbed her daughter's face which was pretending to be excited, and a dwarf charged here.

"Little Christina, Grandpa is here!"

With a battle cry, Jaina raised her hand and held down the confused dwarf who was charging to save the baby, and took him away as well.

There was no magic involved, but the King of the Hill, who didn't use any real skills but did use some strength, slammed on the brakes. That means he was very strong.

While Daelin was speechless and Catherine was silent, Jaina took four people away at once.

"This...Jaina seems to have become stronger again."

With surprise, Jia Liya gently covered her pale red lips and said, "And she doesn't call me sister anymore?"

At this moment, a blond head opened a portal next to her.

Before she could be surprised again, Jaina reached out and held her soft hand and said, "I'm sorry, sister."

"Look at my memory. I almost forgot about you... I have something important to discuss with you."

After a while, Terenas and Daelin stared at each other and gradually shifted their gaze.

Tiffin, who was nearby, gently pulled Catherine to chat about family matters, with an expression as if she was trying to stop the fight.

However, these people forgot one person.

An old man...an old magician...By the way, where is the representative from Dalaran?

After returning from Arthas and Jaina, it seemed that the old man, Antonidas, was nowhere to be seen in Stormsong Manor.

On the other side, the kind old man who was fishing felt some unusual movement behind him.

So he cast a spell to hide himself, the fishing rod in his hand, and other fishing gear around him.

As more and more people came, his invisibility spell became more complicated, focusing on remaining silent in the dark.

Even though she was a "traitor", she had never been prepared for this kind of "stealth" from the great wizard master.

Although she tried her best to guard against evil prying eyes, she had always had the impression that her master was kind and strict and good at using "open strategies". She had never thought that there was a master who had such means.

In addition, the confrontation with another master that she had just seen not long ago further solidified her initial stereotype.

But how could there not be a disciple who likes to hide and eavesdrop...

At least in this world, a master is still a master, and there is no "flawed" magic that can't be taught enough.

The sight shifted back to the training ground, revealing a pair of muscular men with sturdy upper bodies... Two similar muscular men, holding each other's right hands.

There is a blond muscular man on the left, and behind him there seems to be a five-clawed black dragon roaring to the sky.

There is a strong black-haired man on the right, and behind him there seems to be a golden-haired lion raising its head and roaring.

As for why Arthas is not the golden eagle at this stage, and why Varian is not the black wolf at this stage.

The shadows behind them both wanted to say...the dragon's body tumbled and the lion's body leaped up.

"Varian, according to the rules we just established, whoever breaks the rules first will lose."

Letting go of his hands, Arthas took five steps back, with his hands behind his back as if he was afraid of a sneak attack.

"Yes, Arthas, I guess you are not someone who can't stand losing."

With a wink and a healthy smile, Varian simply took a step back and prepared to take action.

"That's... of course!"

With his hands raised back, the blond knight leaped into the air, charging straight at his opponent like a huge, ferocious black dragon head.

"Come on, Arthas!"

With his left arm blocking forward and his right fist gathering momentum backward, the black-haired warrior is like a lion possessed, his domineering lion eyes allowing him to anticipate the enemy's moves.

In just a breath, when the dragon head bit and the lion claws fell, the five people watching the game felt that the momentum on the field soared to the sky.

However, the five of them clearly did not notice the two knives stuck in the center of the training table.

"You actually hid your strength before?!"

Coming to the center of the field, Arthas expressed his doubts loudly, holding his right palm and right fist.

"Isn't it the same for you?"

Varian used his left arm as a shield to block the knife in his left hand. He felt a little tired but managed to respond.

Bang bang, a simple and unpretentious change of moves... after two moves.

The two men switched positions, and Arthas on the right "actively" lowered his head to look at Mi Dao in front of him.

His neck was not rough, but he found that not only were his arms behind him feeling a little strained, but his legs were also tied tightly.

Obviously, there was no sword energy or anything like that to cheer him up.

In front of King Varian, his close combat skills were still at the "novice" stage.

That’s right, Arthas respected him as a man for being able to fight against the Black Dragon Princess...his own powerful queen.

"It seems that your martial arts have improved a little."

He was a little out of breath, but he had the advantage. Varian sighed that the "loser" in his hand was a ferocious beast.

Once it escapes the cage… Facing the beast that was about to escape his restraints, he couldn't help but look at Saramaine near the rice knife.

If he could use it to stimulate that magical state, he might be able to force the current Arthas to fight with all his strength.

With a snap, the beast was out of the cage and the trainer took a step back.

At the same time, they looked at the knife in front of them, bent their waists and pounced, and said in unison: "It's time for the next round, brothers!"

Clang, the rice knife jumped and trembled in joy, and the southern red bird danced at a right angle to the waning moon.

Zheng, the beloved sword was heavy and calm in his hand, and Dong Qinglong swept his tail, leaped over and fell to the ground to chop.

Seeing the man leaping up behind him at an extremely fast speed, Arthas swung his sword again and added a half-moon shape, then chopped backwards.

Varian jumped into the air with the knife in hand. Feeling murderous intent behind him, he did not change his moves and swung the knife from left to right in a whirlwind slash.

Hunch! The whirlwind slashed down, the chop was caught, the ground was empty, and anger emerged from the brother and brother.

Empty, one on the left and one on the right, the two used the force to pass each other at the same time.

Arthas rolled several times and faced out of the field in front of him. Varian braked suddenly, turned around, and separated his beloved sword with both hands. The two of them returned to their original positions on the training table.

Empty. Click. Boom! Click.

Because of another confrontation of strength and swordsmanship, the bricks and stones under the feet of the two men cracked and "splashed" into the sky and backwards.

Clank, the light of a knife flashed, one swung the knife easily, and the other swung two knives with a slightly red face.

Ping pong, the sharp blades scratched against each other, and the crackling sound was extremely harsh.

As the two began to compete with each other in skills, the swords and double swords clashed fiercely, and the sounds of "cha cha" and "clang" were heard, some fast and some heavy.

Amid the flashes and shadows of swords, both the powerful and the not-so-powerful sides had their attention and mental energy consumed at a high speed.

Wow, after Arthas slashed forward with his sword, he suddenly used the force to retreat backwards in mid-air.

At the same time, he swung the sword backwards to support himself, dragging it in the opposite direction, ready to strike.

On the other side, with a swish, Varian, who had taken the gravity strike, swung his sword forward to break his anger, veins bulging in his arms.

He was breathing a little harder at this moment, but he immediately stepped back, with a bright red angry color lingering around the blade.

"drink!"

Dark red rage slashed out with the shout, and Arthas turned and swung diagonally, slashing furiously with accumulated strength and ready to drag the sword to slash the red moon.

"what!"

With bright red rage surging, Varian moved forward, swinging his sword again and again, slashing out a series of cross-shaped, furious slashes.

In the air, a huge stream of anger collided with multiple forked streams of anger and instantly passed through and crushed them, continuously moving forward.

But because it encountered numerous slashes in succession, its dark red color gradually dimmed, and soon...

Whoosh! Arthas aimed at Varian in one breath, thrust his sword forward, and charged forward in one swift, super-fast step.

Seeing the charging man rolling up with anger, Varian was not willing to be outdone, and swung his twin swords backward and forward.

The younger brother's charge was not a normal charge, but a tracking charge similar to magic tracking. Varian had to respond to this unreasonable and unique version of the charge with a huge cross slash.

Relying on his unstoppable physique, Arthas took the blow that came at the cost of Varian's own rage, and charged forward with his sword without stopping.

Clang! Varian clasped his fork-shaped swords together to block the attack. He stared at the gleaming tips of the swords, his boots sinking into the masonry, and slowly slid backwards through the earth and rocks.

"Varian, don't change your tactics, just hold on..."

"Arthas, this is the realm where a warrior fights to the death."

Varian tried his best to block with his hands because of the huge force, but his bulging muscles kept shaking.

Arthas is too strong. Even if Varian suppresses him with his superb skills... a head-on confrontation is extremely disadvantageous to him.

"Wrestling... sometimes you have to learn to be flexible, Wrynn."

"It is unwise to keep wrestling with me!"

Staring straight at the two swords in front of him, Varian's eyes began to get lost as his body gradually lost strength.

The god returned to heaven, and in the flash of blue light of the knife in his right hand, he was reminded of long-lost memories by Arthas.

That day, the teachings of a Mediterranean...Anduin Lothar rang in his ears.

"It would be unwise to wrestle with the brute strength of orcs, Varian."

earn!

"what?"

Arthas was extremely shocked when he saw the man who was about to lose strength suddenly explode, forcibly suppress the rice knife with one knife, and chop at himself with the other knife.

Clang! The sword slipped out of his right hand, and Arthas made several turns to distance himself.

"But, Varian, the moment of being on the verge of exhaustion and crisis is only the beginning of a warrior's rise from the ashes!"

With the teachings of his "master" echoing in his mind, Varian leaped into the air and shouted angrily: "Arthas, you can't underestimate a warrior!"

"Varian, I will spar with you...but I also have the sword control technique!"