The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

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

As these words were spoken, golden light shone from Eremine and Sarathor, and the red and blue light groups dissipated in an instant.

Unlike the barely cobbled-together opposing "Salamain", today's Saramain is so holy that even the Holy Light might look at it with awe.

Whoosh, a breeze blows by.

Wherever the breeze passed, the red bricks and stones that had been stained by the anger of "Fury" suddenly lost their blood color and returned to their original appearance.

At the same time, the figures of Varian's four relatives had already disappeared, and merged with it when Salamaine shone.

"Legend is only a door away from me."

Slowly putting down Saramaine, Varian looked at the golden light and said, "I give this sword to you."

"As a testimony to my entry into the realm of legend... I will break the legend with ease."

Boom! His momentum was rising, and he easily broke through the thin paper barrier just by standing there.

With one finger he tore through the paper, and broke through the boundary while standing. His strength increased, his stamina recovered, and the sword in his hand became exceptionally bright.

The invisible momentum is like a broom, gently sweeping away the "dust" of all sizes on the training ground.

This move made the four people in the audience breathe a sigh of relief.

There was no tragedy, only that Varian became the first of his generation to...

After Tiffin, the second person to enter the realm of legend...

"Old Proudmoore, your sword skills are sophisticated, but lack innovation!"

Hearing Arthas still talking to himself, Varian pushed Salamaine away and said, "Thank you, brother."

"Because of your unintentional help, I also need to help you."

"I'm sorry to get you involved in my family affairs, but I believe you will like this gift."

After the disintegration, the blue light ball that Sarathor possessed reappeared in Arthas's eyes, further deepening the impact.

"Daelin Proudmoore, look at the knife!"

A chill hit Dai Lin in the audience, and his scalp went numb.

It turns out that the Proudmoore that Arthas had been talking to himself about was not Jaina, but this old Tarzan himself.

That’s right, other than him, could the old Proudmoore be Catherine?

"Hahaha! Dai Lin, you are really my son's lucky star."

After three loud laughs, Terenas patted his old friend on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Terenas, without me, your son is just..."

"Daelin, Arthas is also your son."

"Catherine, you...ah."

Sighing and turning his head, Dai Lin looked at the only youngster beside him and said, "Mo Ge Na, uncle will teach you a trick today."

"This... Admiral, how about a glass of cold beer to calm down?"

"Call me uncle, boy."

……

"Mom, I'll leave Tiffin to you. I'm going to go get busy now!"

"Okay, okay, Jaina, I'll have a good chat with Tiffin."

Sindra waved goodbye to her adopted daughter who had disturbed her sleep, with a kind look on her face.

After Jaina opened the door and left, she produced a ruler and tapped it in front of "Tiffin".

"Daughter of Neltharion, you have finally fallen into my hands."

"Um!"

After putting on her gold-rimmed glasses, Sindra slapped the ruler again and said, "It's useless for you to yell."

"Dear Onyxia, thousands of years have passed..."

"Um!"

"Indeed, you were still young at that time."

"But, when I saw you before, all that was left was the symbol of Stormwind."

Approaching the no longer scarlet eyes, Sindra said: "However, you reappeared in front of me in this form."

"Not only are you not dead now, you are also full of vitality."

After saying this, Syndra slashed with one foot, and a golden light flashed.

Turning around and dispersing the ruler, the cloth covering Onyxia's mouth broke into two halves and was ignited by the flames.

Smelling the "fragrance" of coke, "Onyxia" couldn't help rubbing her still smooth and tender face.

"Kid, maybe we should have a heart-to-heart talk."

"Sindragosa... Sindragosa."

Flashing forward and holding her white and tender hand, Sindra said softly, "Little girl."

"Whether I'm a dragon or a human, I'm older than you."

"Now, what do you want to be and what do you want to call me?"

Letting go and standing up, Sindra smiled and waved, and the two of them came to the coffee table in the bedroom and sat facing each other.

"Auntie..." Tiffin couldn't speak because her mouth was covered by air.

"Good boy, Varian is one of my adopted sons. I advise you to think about it seriously."

This sentence stunned "Tiffin" instantly, making her stunned, showing a different kind of charm.

"Hohoho, Tifen Aryan, Onyxia...you guys..."

"Please tell me what you want to call me."

……

"This... this is the sword technique... this is the true meaning of my sword technique!"

"Varian Wrynn, my sword doesn't have to cut anyone..."

Arthas wielded Frostmourne and released waves of icy blade energy, saying in an unfathomable way: "Injure the enemy."

With a bang, Varian pretended to be defeated and was repelled by the burst of cold air.

He clasped his two swords together and grasped the reunited Saramine, and the golden light ball shone even brighter.

"Thank you, brother. I understand."

Next, after waiting for Vary's quiet words, Arthas closed his eyes and slowly ended his "slow and steady" enlightenment.

Likewise, he is now in a similar state of enlightenment and is also “chewing everything slowly.”

In the nearby audience seats, Catherine saw that Arthas did not use holy light or rage, but only relied on the "sword energy" emitted by the magic sword in his hand to repel Varian.

She couldn't help but ask: "Daelin, what's happening to Arthas?"

"Yes, Catherine, my son-in-law just broke through under the pressure of almost chance."

"After a few days of high-pressure 'training' in Kul Tiras, I took advantage of the legendary influence brought about by today's breakthrough with Varian."

"He... lived up to our expectations and successfully achieved a breakthrough in his swordsmanship to the expert level."

With a look of admiration on his face, Dai Lin resisted the urge to clap his hands and spoke clearly, enunciating each word.

Like Varian, he was afraid of disturbing Arthas's epiphany.

You know, Arthas used to be an expert in both sword and hammer, but now he is only an expert in knife skills!

"But, Dai Lin, how come your swordsmanship is involved here?"

Recalling Arthas' previous swordsmanship, Terenas couldn't help but ask at this time.

"I saw your previous battles, and I really felt that some of the moves in them were too similar to you, like when you were fighting bloody battles."

"Terenas, you must know that although my daughter Jaina is simply called the daughter of the sea by the outside world, she is very talented."

His expression changed, and Dai Lin turned around and looked at his old friend who had said this with a smile, a look of pride on his face.

When they united to fight the orcs, Terenas became the leader of the alliance in secret, and he was not convinced by the individual's military strength.

Later, when Gilneas and Stormwind withdrew from the war due to a series of problems caused by the orcs,

Because Kul Tiras was one of the nations that divided Alterac, he was "forced" to endure it again and again.

But it must be said that the kindness shown by old Terenas in their time was beyond the reach of Daelin.

"She has only been studying magic for eight years, but she has easily achieved results that many wizards would never dare to dream of in their entire lives."

Dai Lin twisted his hands heavily and said, "That girl who made Catherine and I worry so much not only learned a very powerful teleportation technique, but also won the hearts of my husband and me."

"During the leisurely days of learning magic, under the joint instruction of Catherine and I, she easily learned the ancestral swordsmanship of our Proudmoore."

As Catherine looked at him with admiration, Daelin pointed at his son-in-law Arthas and said, "My daughter taught this kid how to use a sword."

"Although there was some instruction from Catherine and I, the current results undoubtedly prove that the credit belongs largely to my husband and me."

In response, Terenas crossed his arms and shook his head, obviously not believing it.

For him to believe what Dai Lin said with this expression and tone, it would be better to say that this was a miracle from the Holy Light.

"A certain Proudmoore who witnessed his daughter's wedding: Yes, yes, yes, I, Daelin, never taught those two worried children the swordsmanship of our Proudmoore family."

"A knife... No, what I have in my hand is a sword... No, it's a knife."

"The sword in my hand is a knife, and I feel like... I feel like Frostmourne is a knife... It's so confusing."

Muttering to himself, Arthas felt his mind was clear.

And the Frostmourne in his hand... this magic sword, now seems to be...

This "knife" doesn't seem to help my knife skills much. I don't have that feeling of "forcing things to grow".

At this moment, a message popped up on his personal interface where he couldn't notice it.

True knife skills expert:

Congratulations on taking advantage of the opportunity to realize your enlightenment and moving from mastery of swordsmanship to the "adaptive" path you have found.

Arthas Menethil, you are finally a true "master" of swordsmanship.

When faced with a powerful enemy with the "Destiny" that exploded again and again, Arthas realized something in the moment of exhaustion and despair.

Why can’t techniques surpass experts?

Just like he can’t rely on “external forces” to break through the legend, he can only rely on himself.

The experience given by "external forces" is ultimately external forces, just like the Illidan experience card is just an experience card, which cannot teach him all of Egg Brother's skills.

The power of experience is just a gift and cannot provide him with the most essential help.

After his swordsmanship reached the expert level, he felt that the level-up in Frostmourne and Power of Menethil was useless.

"A sword... a sword can be a sword... yes, everything is a sword in the hands of the capable... Frostmourne is a sword in my hands."

"I... I can actually reach... the realm that I imagine?"

Without opening the system, Arthas naturally didn't know, but he really felt that he was very strong now.

"If I don't have a sword, I still have a knife. My fist and my whole body are knives!"

Throwing away Frostmourne casually, Arthas turned and looked at his elder brother who had already become a legend.

"Varian, come again..."

"Well, I admire your ambition, Arthas!"

Seeing Arthas being so arrogant, Varian threw Salamaine in one direction and clenched his fists.

While expressing equal respect, Varian felt that Arthas must have some hidden trick up his sleeve.

As he was thinking, he rushed forward with an uppercut, hitting Arthas' chin in confusion.

"Oh……"

At the moment when Arthas ascended to heaven with slurred speech, Frostmourne landed near the power of Menethil, and Salamaine also came.

Bang! Arthas fell flat on the ground, looking surprised.

Is the strength I feel just an illusion?

"What's wrong, Arthas?"

"Ahem... again!"

"it is good!"

After a few moves, Arthas put his head to the ground, wondering why he was so...

Looking at his younger brother who seemed even weaker, Varian held him down and secretly felt that Arthas was too modest.

Wasn't it that he was already on the verge of success, and today with the help of the competition he found an opportunity and "out of nowhere" suddenly realized and broke through to become a legend?

You obviously don't have much strength left, but you still do this... I'm so grateful.

As expected, Arthas is my half-brother.

"Brother, are you coming again?"

Untying the restraints, Varian, who had the "Word of Destiny" in Arthas' eyes, asked softly.

"I don't accept it. Try again!" Arthas rolled sideways and stood up handsomely.

"I don't believe it today...oh..."

"Sure enough, brother, you still hide your strength!"

Sure enough, my intuition was correct, Arthas hid his strength.

With a bang, Arthas landed... He leaned his back against the shattered ground, and his spine bounced straight up.

"Brother, this is my recovery ability... not... oh..."

"Power of Menethil: Master, don't go in empty-handed!"

"Frostmourne (Defense): Master, you can use me as much as you want!"

"Frostmourne (Attack): Le Se, I see Varian has the qualities of a sword master. "

"Power of Menethil: Hmm..."

"Eremine (red): Sister, your master is nothing but a defeated enemy of our master."

"Frostmourne (attack): (ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~"

"Frostmourne (Defense): Add one."

"Sarathol (blue): Sister, that magic sword is just talking big!"

"The Power of Menethil: That..."

"Salamane (Gold): My two sisters, we are the swords of King and Queen Wrynn, please be generous."

"Power of Menethil: Uh...(⊙o⊙)...Can't you hear me?"

"Eremine (red): You can change into many forms...you are also a divine weapon?"

"Saratoel (blue): Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you just now."

"Salameen (King): Brother, ignore them, let's talk about our own things."

"Frostmourne (Defense): Big brother, help the second and third sisters to deal with them!"

"Frostmourne (attack): Tsk...Brother, the three of us are brothers and sisters on the same front."

"The Power of Menethil: It seems that I am at the bottom and end of the contempt chain."

"Salameen (Gold): Ah... Brother, you can't be discouraged!"

"How do you feel, bro?"

When Varian asked the question, Arthas once again laid face down on the ground, his face full of doubt about his life.

"It feels like... Brother, don't you think they are chatting?"

Looking at Frostmourne that was shaking from time to time... sometimes a little to the left, sometimes a little to the right, Arthas felt that there was something wrong with these weapons piled together.

"Arthas, do you think weapons can communicate with each other through thoughts?"