The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Hiss...Brother, why don't you let me up first."

"Okay, bro...you...oh..."

A punch sent Varian flying, who tried to block with both hands but to no avail. Arthas said, "Honestly."

"Guys, I just need a little time to reach my 'prime'."

"Son, is this how you treat your big brother?!"

"My dear son-in-law, how can you treat the king of a country like this?!"

Hearing these words from the two old fathers in the audience, Arthas couldn't help but gasp and quickly pulled up his eldest brother who was about to stand up.

"Brother, I was wrong."

"Brother, your attitude changes so quickly."

……

"Lord Stormsong, we finally don't have to be here after this afternoon and bother you again."

"Dalin, what are you talking about!"

Raising his glass, Pluto stood up from the celebration banquet and said, "What are you talking about, disturbing or not?"

"At today's feast celebrating King Varian's ascension to Legend, everyone can eat and drink as much as they like."

"We don't have much in Stormsong Valley, except for good agriculture. We have many special products that are not available in other places."

"For this, you are welcome. We at Stormsong Manor have been prepared."

Next to the person who had something to say about truth and falsehood, Desuisil lowered his head and drank rose mead by himself.

What do you mean by well-prepared? It's obvious that they were scared by the foodies who haven't come in the past few days, so they just mobilized various resources.

Where does a foodie go when he doesn’t eat?

Indeed, one foodie was sleeping, another foodie was chatting, and a mother and daughter, both foodies, were...

"Christina, take out the sunglasses that Mommy put there for you."

"Since you awakened such an outrageous spatial ability, I have slightly increased your 'authority'."

Faced with the "threat" from the big foodie, the little foodie couldn't help but cover his belly.

Christina shook her head and said with a serious look, indicating that she would definitely not agree.

Her pockets are full of delicious food and drinks, not a storage room for mother's sunglasses... eh...

When she came to her senses, Christina covered her duffel, faced Wen Wen directly, her eyes widened, her head down, and her blonde hair hanging down.

"It's not that mom doesn't want you to go back, but these people are not up to the standard."

Looking at those disappointing people, Jaina turned Christina back and held her in her arms.

With her face pressed against the familiar soft spot, Christina was speechless and reached into her pocket.

Why? Because she was having trouble breathing.

After taking the sunglasses and putting them on, Gianna gave Christina a floating technique that would allow her to move freely.

Sweeping the "student" who had been sitting cross-legged in "meditation" for a long time, she raised her hand and stroked her hair from her forehead, shaking her long hair at the same time.

Without any wind, Jaina said, "Even my daughter has finished her training, but you haven't yet."

"Then don't blame me... huh... huh..."

Most of the menacing words had just been spoken when Jaina fell into a dream in the midst of Christina's helpless gesture of holding her forehead as she floated in the air.

In response, Christina paddled with both hands, using her hands as oars in the air and her calves as...

She was like a small boat, swimming away into the distance.

"You stay busy here. I should go back to play with my grandparents."

Judging from the time, it was time for her to be pampered by many people and have her stomach filled to her heart's content.

"La la, la la la la ~ la! La la ~ la la la ~"

Seeing his disciple drifting away without anyone to take care of her, an invisible old man nearby couldn't bear it and waved his hand to add...

There was a flash of holy light, and Christina stopped humming the song. She turned back and glanced warily at her "meditating" mother.

"Huh! What's going on...?"

The golden light flashed again, Menethil's golden armor merged, Christina shook the golden wings behind her, and disappeared in a flash.

"Alas, why is even my disciple so naughty?"

"But, she's so alert, and she's wearing that armor, so I'm not afraid that she'll be in danger."

……

"Brother, don't worry about Sister-in-law Tiffin. Ms. Sindra is a professional psychologist."

"Arthas, you're not afraid of getting beaten for saying that?"

After swallowing a small chicken drumstick that he rarely ate, Arthas said, "No... um... I mentioned this mainly so that you don't have to drown your sorrows in alcohol."

Listening to the sound of Arthas chewing, Varian couldn't help but look at the grape juice in his hand.

Not only is this not wine, it's not even a grape-flavored cocktail.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Varian said, "But you are so straightforward. Aren't you afraid that others will beat you up?"

"What do you mean by straightforward? I am speaking my mind. I don't like to tell lies."

"When I saw you looking worried, I thought you must be worried about your wife's safety."

Using a tissue to wipe the oil off his mouth, Arthas continued, "I was inconsiderate before and resurrected a problematic wife for you."

"Although there were no problems before, there are problems today, so I will naturally find out everything and think of a reasonable solution."

With a snap, Varian slapped his hand near Arthas's plate.

He asked seriously, "Arthas Menethil, you haven't recovered yet, have you?"

"How come you can't think before you speak since we started sparring?"

Looking at Menethil who was eating another chicken drumstick, Varian sighed and said, "Well, you should eat slowly."

"I was wrong, brother. I can't do that because..."

Wiping his mouth with the towel again, Arthas said, "Brother, this is not your fault."

"I have a problem with my brain, can I blame you?"

Arthas gestured with his hands and said seriously: "As the saying goes, one call brings a hundred responses... Wrong!"

"It's the same as the unorthodox method...it's still wrong!"

A light flashed in his mind, and Arthas said with a pair of sharp blue eyes: "Thousands of roads, different paths, the same destination."

"We are working hard for a better tomorrow."

"We must not forget our families either...Also, some mistakes are not the public's fault."

“Trust me, deal with the tigers and flies that oppress the masses.”

"Oh! There are also such things as cunning foxes."

"I throw down the Holy Light one by one, pulling them down to become elite cannon fodder to fight against evil in the future!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became.

"If any of them repent and work hard at it, then..."

"I'm willing to give him a chance to start a new life."

"If my future is... then what does it matter if I am?"

"Well...what am I...never mind!"

Suddenly standing up, Arthas stretched out his hand to Varian and said, "Brother, join me!"

At this moment, Varian came back to his senses from surprise and could no longer endure it.

He pushed Arthas down hard, forcing the "half-drunk" but "sensible" man to sit back in his original position.

He knew what was going on, but he didn't expect Arthas to be so "radical".

It's fine to do it in secret, it's too much to do it in public in a place like this...

Oh! Why did I have to use that sword before?

"Saratoel (blue): Is it my fault?"

"Everyone, I'm drunk, don't take it seriously!"

Varian explained loudly as he toasted with Arthas.

Unlike Terenas and Daelin who knew the inside story and were lost in thought,

Pluto, Dessuhil and Morgana's family of three opened their mouths wide.

Hearing such "drunk" words, they could only be thankful that there were no outsiders around, not even a waiter or anything like that.

So, Brutus and Dessucil warned Morgana, and together with their sons, they regarded these words as drunken talk.

After all, who hasn’t been young and frivolous, with ambitions higher than the sky…

Seeing Terenas and Daelin without saying a word, the couple immediately...

I have forgotten everything.

Before, when they were “outwitting” the evil god underground, they both felt that the Paladin was extraordinary... but they have forgotten it!

"Drink wine, drink wine, eat meat, eat meat!"

"Everyone, please don't be embarrassed. Let me continue to explain in detail why our Stormsong Valley mead is our local specialty!"

……

Unlike before when Pluto gradually restored the atmosphere, Arthas seemed to be really drunk.

He drank a few glasses of grape juice and fell asleep.

In fact, what he wanted to say before was that we can draw inferences from one instance to another and reach the same destination through different paths.

Since he broke through the realm of swordsmanship today, his swordsmanship... and a series of bottlenecks are no longer there.

He felt that he had completed the breakthrough, but due to some reasons...

"Uther, look at the good apprentice you taught. He is as righteous as I am."

Sitting at the banquet... not near Alsace.

After drinking a large bowl of wine given by Arthas after he was "drunk", Muradin's face turned red, but he looked proud.

He loves to beat tigers, flies, and cunning foxes!

For justice for the dwarves... I, Muradin, am an ambassador.

Also, in Kul Tiras, I noticed that some people looked at me in a weird way.

It's that kind of worship... the worship of the great explorer...

"Muradin Bronzebeard, Arthas's personality has changed a lot."

Raising the orange juice in his hand, Uther said, "But he is the same as always."

"Just like when he and I went to fight the Blackrock orcs, his original intention of worrying about the people has never changed."

After following Muradin back, Uther not only failed to find any trace of Shadow, but also happened to be able to attend a celebratory banquet.

It wasn't Arthas who broke through, but Varian.

To be honest, Uther is quite...

It seems like he is stuck at the threshold of becoming a legend. Why is it so difficult for a disciple who sticks to his original aspiration to break through to the legendary realm?

Looking back four days ago, Arthas came to him early in the morning and asked him how to break through the legendary level.

That day, he returned...

"Isn't that right? Arthas is as righteous as I am."

Once again emphasizing the apprenticeship of himself, Muradin interrupted Uther's recollection.

"By the way, are those demons that hard to find?"

Pointing to the floor, Muradin said, "While you were looking for demons."

"The evil tentacles of Stormsong Valley have been sealed, and the mastermind behind Drustvar's terrible death curse has been eradicated."

"Even the group of orcs you once hunted... Arthas and Jaina returned home with the 'full' pursuing troops."

Frowning, Uther said, "Muradin, Lordaeron is a vast territory."

"big?"

Muradin's nose twitched, and he said unconvincedly: "Speak of it."

"If only we, the elders, could be more efficient and handle the aftermath more neatly."

"Then, he and little Jaina won't be needed..."

“I barely have time to relax and vacation in Kul Tiras, but I’ve already been dealing with one difficult matter after another.”

With a sad face, Muradin pointed to his heart and said: "Compared with them, I feel sorry for my own heart."

"If I hadn't been so stupid... so incompetent."

Looking at the location of Northrend, Muradin sighed: "So, the Lich King or something."

"The Scourge may not have come to the Eastern Kingdoms yet, I will kill that old orc Ner'zhul!"

"Muradin, you are drunk."

Understanding what Muradin was thinking, Uther kindly pointed to the three empty wine bottles and advised him.

"You need rest." He held out his hand to the dwarf.

"No, Uther, I'm not drunk."

"No, Jaina, I'm not drunk."

At this moment, just like at that moment, two people who were not drunk before.

Just like before the previous banquet, they looked at each other.

"Hey, Muradin, I advise you to drink less!"

"My disciple, I advise you to go back and practice for a few more years!"

After looking at each other, the two left their seats.

They stepped closer to each other, each wiping the armor on their wrists in preparation for "wrestling" with the other.

Because lately I'm always on the way to a fight... at the next second.

As a result, neither of them took off their armor while eating.

Then Varian pinned Arthas down, keeping him in place.

Similarly, Uther grabbed Muradin, but accidentally knocked off his horned helmet.

"Master, your helmet fell off!"

Hearing this, Muradin touched his thick hair and suddenly felt a chill.

"Disciple, where is my horn helmet?!"

With a muffled voice, Muradin walked over...

Seeing the drunk dwarf, Jaina, who had just arrived, waved to open the door and cast a sleeping spell on him.

Seeing it was Jaina, Muradin did not resist.

With a tilt of his head, he entered the room and fell on the big bed in the guest bedroom of Proudmoore Fortress.

"Varian, let me do it."

"Okay, Jaina."

Taking the "drunk" man's arm from Varian, Jaina immediately threw him forward.

Bang! The force was so great that the bricks and stones didn’t even have time to fly and shattered directly, shocking the entire audience.

This scene was like... a cake greeting to the little girl in golden armor who had just come speeding over.

Catching the floating nine-layer cake, Christina's armor instantly disintegrated and her face was baptized by clean water.

After drying, she didn't hesitate at all and went straight into the cake to stay with it.

"Jaina, why are you..."

"It's okay, Varian, this is the best way to remove that special magic of yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthas suddenly raised his hand to wipe the gravel off his face.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

"Arthas, quickly repair the floor you damaged."

As soon as he got up, before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, Arthas saw a "cold" look.

Without thinking too much, he immediately squatted down and reached out to crush the ground.

After a moment, the ordinary stone with "patches" blends in with the surrounding brick and stone environment that is inseparable from it.

"Well, I should..."

"Son, we are having a celebration party. Do you want to eat?"