The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Arthas, here I come!"

There was a loud bang in the sky... There was no loud bang, and an arcane door opened in the training ground.

Inside the door, there was a group of young people and a child sitting cross-legged in "meditation", but the person who spoke had already walked out of the door.

Um, where is Muradin Bronzebeard?

Could it be that he has already mastered the passive skill of True Transparent? !

"Old man, I'm not the Paladin you know!"

"Arthas, your counterattack only excites me more!"

Outside the door, Arthas and Varian were talking to each other, and the weapons in their hands were constantly clashing.

"Jaina, you shouldn't have come."

"Sister...Onyxia?"

Seeing Tiffin's bloodshot eyes, Jaina closed the portal casually and waved her hand to tell the people in the audience not to panic.

"No, sister, I'm Tiffin Alion."

There was no attack. Onyxia, who had suddenly "awoke", just stood there and gracefully lifted her long skirt as a greeting.

"But, Onyxia..."

With a flash, Jaina pressed Tiffin's shoulder with one hand.

"Now, I'm going to take you to see someone you're going to like very much."

"Sister, you don't even call me sister anymore?"

Turning her head, Onyxia raised her hand and held Jaina's hand, showing her white teeth and smiling softly, and asked.

"Well...you and Jia Liya are exactly the same in this respect."

"Don't put me with her..."

Looking into the bloodshot eyes, Jaina's eyes sparkled with lightning and she said, "You are Tiffin, Onyxia."

"Yes, I'm Tiffin."

"Then I want to see what that scene is like?"

With a whoosh, Jaina asked a strange question and disappeared in an instant with "Tiffin".

However, their disappearance did not prevent Arthas and Varian from continuing to fight in their respective channels.

At this moment, the disappearance of the two of them made Catherine's heart tighten.

However, when she heard the belated voice in her mind when Jaina was leaving, she immediately felt relieved.

My daughter...Alas, Jaina is still as lively as she was when she was a child.

On the other side, a beautiful lady was sleeping soundly, hugging the sleeping pillow tightly in her hands.

"Did you see that, Onyxia?"

Looking at the lady who had "gaps" in her eyes because she sensed the unexpected "intruder", Jaina asked softly.

"She... Sindra Yousong?"

Onyxia was very curious about Syndra.

See her, see her and you can stop her...

"Stop your strong and overbearing yandere possessiveness?"

Waving her finger in front of Onyxia’s eyes, Jaina said, “No, no, no, dear.”

As she spoke, she revealed a hint of dragon aura, and her right hand turned into a dragon claw, grabbing Onyxia's chin.

Seeing the blue and white dragon scales, Onyxia's bloodshot eyes instantly became extremely ferocious.

"So you are my old enemy!"

Tightly restraining the irritable Onyxia, Jaina said: "No, you are Tifen Aryan!"

"Don't tell me, even now, you still insist on maintaining your identity as the Black Dragon Princess?"

"Do you have to make Varian go crazy before you stop?"

The kind and gentle yet heart-piercing tone of Jaina's words in her ear made Onyxia silent for a moment.

"Ha...you kids just like to disturb others' peace."

The lady who disappeared from the bed opened her golden-blue eyes and gently tapped the foreheads of the two "girls" who had disturbed her sleep.

And her two hands also turned into dragon claws...but her scales were exceptionally white and holy.

"Sindragosa?!"

From the aura that Syndra deliberately revealed... Onyxia was surprised by the sense of "hostility" that came from her blood.

"But, weren't you already...?"

Thinking of Jaina's words, Onyxia immediately changed her words.

"Weren't you killed by the fallen earth guardian, Neltharion, ten thousand years ago?"

"Oh, how can you say that?"

"Yeah, little Oni...how can you say that about your aunt?"

Feeling that the two women had ill intentions, Onyxia opened her neat silver teeth full of "sharp teeth" and looked at the people in front of her...

"This is not good, not good at all, Sister Tiffin."

"That's right, Tiffin Ellian, your teeth are not very good."

……

"Little Jaina, is she fooling me?"

Not knowing where he was, Muradin looked at the treasure map in his hand.

He was at a loss as to what to do with the treasure that Jaina had told him about before.

She was previously busy giving targeted "teaching" to the people she had taken away, but as for Muradin, she felt that she did not have the ability to teach him.

Not only did Muradin not understand her theory, but he also... because the apprentice is taught by the master!

So, she thought of a way, connected the magic network and drew a map to fool Muradin.

But now, Muradin continued walking until he bumped into a book reader wearing heavy armor.

"Sorry...sorry...are you?"

Looking at the person he accidentally bumped into, Muradin asked in surprise: "Uther, why are you here?"

When he was asking where Alexandros was, Muradin heard from Daelin...

Yeah!

Aren't Uther and Gavinrad patrolling in Lordaeron at this time? !

"Muradin, I am here to escort King Terenas."

"Oh! But why don't I see you?"

Putting away the sacred covenant, Uther explained: "I heard that Stormsong Valley is deeply troubled by the shadow."

"Following the revelation of the Holy Light, I came here to conduct an investigation after completing the escort mission."

Putting away the map, Muradin scratched his head and said, "Brother, don't you know that the shadows have been dealt with by them?"

"Yes, but the shadow that has always been hidden is like a cancer and is generally difficult to remove."

"Lightbringer, have you been too suspicious lately?"

Uther patted his chest and said, "Muradin, you don't know the cunning of the Nathrezim."

"I led the Knights to search for those demons for many days, but still found nothing."

"So, as Arthas and Jaina said, everything must be done with caution."

Seeing that Uther was still so stubborn, Muradin suddenly felt powerless.

That was the paladin in his eyes. Once he made up his mind about something, he would be absolutely "stubborn".

Alas! It was because of following this Paladin Master that Arthas...

That’s not right. My apprentice doesn’t look like Uther. At most, he looked similar to him before.

Thinking of something, Muradin changed the subject and asked, "Uther, do you know where Antonidas is?"

Since it was Jaina's request, Muradin felt that there was no possibility except that she was worried about where her master was.

"Antonidas...isn't he fishing nearby?"

"You know, old man! What about the others?"

“I don’t know where he is now because I only know he was fishing in that direction before.”

Looking in the direction Uther pointed, Muradin couldn't help but take out the treasure map given to him by Jaina and look at it carefully.

Look, the directions are completely opposite, just going in the opposite direction.

It turned out that she had known her master was nearby, but she had thought of playing a game of hide and seek with this laid-back dwarf.

Little Jaina and her apprentice, little Christina, are both worried about whether an old man like me can have fun!

After self-deification, Muradin looked at the patient paladin and said, "Uther!"

"As far as discerning whether evil exists, I think you should learn from Arthas."

Pointing his thumb at himself, Muradin smiled and said, "Instead of looking for it in silence, it is better to ask the young people to come up with a good solution."

"What do you think of the method I suggested?"

"You are right, Muradin Bronzebeard."

After Muradin's guidance, Uther suddenly understood.

Making a humble gesture to thank Muradin, he said: "I should humble myself and ask for your advice."

"Yeah, man!"

"Isn't it all thanks to Arthas's ability that all the recent evil was discovered?"

"By the Light, Uther."

With a sincere look on his face, Muradin shook his big beard and said enthusiastically: "I must take you to find him right now!"

"This way, follow me, Paladin!"

……

"Your knife is just so-so."

"what!"

When Arthas swung his sword, Frostmourne, at the non-existent figure, Varian caught Frostmourne again and this time he flew backwards.

Perhaps because Tiffin was not around, his endurance and recovery were almost exhausted in the repeated "overestimating his own abilities" confrontations.

In terms of consumption, the sober Arthas currently believes that he is no worse than anyone.

But the mysterious blue light that he was "staring" at deep in his eyes indirectly indicated that he was not awake at all.

Saratore, even if no one is watching it, the effect of the epiphany that is revealed at the moment is still at work.

With a thud, Varian fell to the ground, and his head and body formed a human-shaped pit.

But he still tried to stand up and fight again with two swords in his hands, but the "anger" in his eyes was weakening.

There is no endless rage, only the "endless" fatigue that comes after repeated consumption.

With a bang, Eremine and Sarathor flew out of his hands, and Varian suddenly felt an unusual headache.

"Ah... huh... ah! Huh, huh."

He raised his right hand with great effort, touched his head, panting, and shook it, but the pain did not ease at all.

It was not until he turned around in pain under the gaze of the audience and saw the blue light on the sword of Sarathor.

"My child, as the ruler of a country, you must not let anger control your mind."

With his eyes fixed, Varian couldn't help but look at the familiar figure that appeared in front of him and said, "Father?!"

"My child, you have suffered."

"Mother?"

Reaching out towards the other figure, Varian felt an incredible warmth.

"Varian, you are not alone."

"Tiffin...what's going on?"

In pain and fatigue, Varian asked the familiar figure of the woman who was hugging her.

In his eyes, Tiffin did not have the figure he had recently become "familiar" with, but rather...

"No, you are all fake!"

Under the emotion, the power burst out again, and Varian stood up...

Boom! His knees landed on the ground.

Then he leaned his arms on the ground.

Finally, he was sweating profusely, staring blankly at the three people in front of him...

"Varian, control the anger in your body. It cannot affect you."

"A warrior has far greater power than ordinary people because of his anger, but a warrior is not afraid of fighting to the death because he can control his anger."

"Sir Lothar...Uncle."

Seeing the familiar person, Varian could no longer hold on and leaned his chest against the pit without moving.

"Daelin, we need to find a way to get Varian here for treatment."

Seeing that Varian seemed to be dying, Catherine said hurriedly.

Dai Lin, who was standing next to him, turned around and said, "Morgna, go call Brutus and get Uther!"

Mogna subconsciously straightened his back and said, "As you wish, Admiral."

"Terenas, I will go and break the barrier now, you are responsible..."

"Wait, Dalin."

Pointing at Varian, Terenas said calmly, "Pay attention to the child and the aura on him."

“And those people.”

"What?! Terenas..."

Seeing the almost solid shadows and figures appearing around Sarator, Dai Lin couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his eyes.

"Impossible... Impossible, how is this possible?"

After repeatedly confirming the four very familiar yet slightly unfamiliar figures, Daelin and Katherine murmured, "Lion, Talia, Sir Lothar, and the former Tiffin."

"Dalin, Catherine, stay calm."

Looking at the familiar face, Terenas said: "Perhaps, this is the so-called artifact."

"Divine artifacts often hide mysterious powers that we don't know or understand, just like the Holy Light Miracle before."

……

"No, you all are... those two swords!"

Sweating profusely, Varian finally noticed the two "bright" swords still lying on his left and right sides.

"Child, these are the obstacles before you. Go and climb over them."

With a stern look in his eyes, Ryan stretched out his hand and motioned Varian to stand up.

"My son, you have always been my pride."

With her arms open, Talia was as gentle and encouraging as ever, just like the mother in Varian's memory.

"Varian, a warrior's weapon is for a warrior only. We wield it to protect those we love."

With the same serious teaching attitude, Sir Lothar pulled Varian up.

"I...I am always by your side, my king."

Holding Varian's right arm, Tiffin said in a firm tone.

"If this is unreal... then I won't be obsessed with it."

With the encouragement of his family, Varian slowly took one step after another and held Eremine with his left hand again.

However, his eyes were particularly clear at this moment.

"If it's because of that fusion."

He walked towards Sarator who was holding the blue light ball. "Then this time, I will come in person."

At this time, Tiffin came over and held Saratoll with him.

"Varian, no matter what I become, I..."

"My dear, you are my queen, Tiffin."

Just like the past... no, just like that day, that world, Varian looked at Tiffin and smiled gently.

Without the need for his own or the voices of those around him to cheer him up, Varian slowly raised the two swords and forced them together like the combined form of Saramaine.

"No enemy, no weapon can stop my determination to protect you."

"I am Varian Wrynn, a lucky ordinary man."