The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"It hurts! I really didn't mean it, Mom, please stop hitting me."

When the others came over, they saw Katherine beating Jaina.

This was what she deserved for opening the portal recklessly.

You were being beaten while gnawing on a chicken leg... Jaina, you are worthy of being me.

"Mom, stop fighting. We still need Jaina's help."

"Since my son-in-law has spoken, I will spare you this time, my good daughter."

Seeing his mother-in-law stop, Arthas hurried forward.

Rub the red area where Jaina was slapped. It is elastic and warm, which can help relieve her pain.

"Jaina, help me find a few spider demons, preferably undead."

Looking at Arthas with resentment, Jaina said to him angrily.

"I know, could you please stop rubbing it, my Lord King?"

Knowing he was in the wrong, embarrassed Arthas stood silently aside, watching Jaina cast the spell.

After a while, the dozen or so undead spider demons that were pulled over became the chosen ones of the Holy Light under the inspiration of the Holy Light.

"My great master, Web Weaver Chrisan (Busy Revington), expresses his gratitude to you on behalf of the rest of the tribe."

A well-known person, not bad, a pleasant surprise.

"Please change your name, Master. I don't think it sounds good."

The two white spider demons looked at each other helplessly and continued.

"With your help, we successfully escaped the control of the God of Death."

"Now, we are at your service, Your Majesty."

Very good, very good, I, Arthas, am very good at identifying spiders, and you guys speak so nicely.

"Please, both of you, take us to Ajol-Nilub."

"I will obey your orders, Your Majesty."

Soon, with the help of these Lightforged Spiders, everyone came to a pit in the Dragonbone Wastes of Northrend.

"Your Majesty, this is the Narsu Abyss."

"One of the entrances to our nerubian kingdom of Azjol-Nerub."

Christian the Web Weaver stretched out his big white spider legs and pointed to the Narsu Abyss below.

"Are you familiar with the underground passages? We are going to Ulduar."

This time I led the team to Ulduar to help. The complex and intertwined passages in Azjol-Nerub would allow the team to arrive faster.

So Arthas continued to question Christian the Web Weaver.

"Your Majesty, my brothers and I only know part of the passage."

"However, with your help, I believe that many brothers who have gone astray will join us."

"Under your command and with their help, we will definitely reach Ulduar as quickly as possible."

Standing next to Webweaver Christian, Busyman Ravington answered for his brother.

The two brothers had already arranged their respective jobs on the way to serve their new master.

Wrong, it should be the spiritual leader who guides them to fight for justice.

"Very well, then it will be up to you to send out a signal and gather your fellow spider demons who have gone astray."

"As commanded, Your Majesty."

"It's an honor to work for you!"

……

Let’s go forward in time and turn our attention to Dalaran, the floating city above the Crystalsong Forest in Northrend.

"Ah...what are they doing here?"

"Let me explain."

"I seem to smell the stench of Alliance scum!"

"Don't be impulsive, Garrosh."

"You want my blood? Then come on, you bastard!"

Garrosh felt insulted by this.

How dare you, Alliance dog, look down on me? In front of me, only I can scold you, and you cannot refute!

And there's this coward, Thrall. He asked me to calm down. How could I possibly stay calm in the face of such blatant provocation?

He angrily took out two axes from his back, roared, and strode towards Varian.

"I'll take care of him."

A reckless man, full of flaws.

Today, I, Varian, will kill you, the arrogant orc, with my own hands.

Ask for some interest for the Alliance warriors who died in the battle!

He simply grabbed Salamani with both hands and jumped and slashed at Garrosh who was running towards him.

Without waiting for the two to exchange a few moves, a thrilling life-and-death duel ensued.

Jaina Proudmoore and Rhonin, who were standing aside, hurriedly cast a spell together to end this nonsensical duel.

"stop!"

"We have all lost a lot in this dispute."

"But if we don't stop killing each other and fight side by side, we will lose everything."

This makes a lot of sense, Luo Ning is right.

Faced with a powerful enemy, the Alliance and the Horde must unite to face the threat of the Old God Yogg-Saron.

Just like the Battle of Mount Hyjal, let's put aside our prejudices and fight the Burning Legion together.

Many hands make light work; unity is strength.

Hearing this, Garrosh showed disdain and challenged again.

"A true chief never fights alongside cowards!"

After saying this, Garrosh turned and returned to Thrall.

They attacked and came back without the Warchief's orders, showing no respect to Warchief Thrall at all.

"At the Wrathgate, the Horde fought side by side and caused us more losses than the Scourge did."

Varian suppressed the raging anger in his heart, quickly calmed down, and loudly counterattacked Garrosh.

"I have nothing to say to your tribe. I hope this god of death can kill you all."

After receiving the order from his king, the Stormwind Royal Mage was preparing to cast a spell and leave.

Suddenly, a wizard broke in forcefully.

"Sorry to bother you. Master Ronin, I have an urgent military report to you."

"What's the matter that makes you so hurried? Is it more urgent than Yogg-Saron's matter?"

"My Lord, I need to report this matter to you alone."

Don’t you have good eyesight? You are surrounded by big names in their respective camps. What are you doing?

"Everyone present is one of us. Speak quickly, or I'll punish you for trespassing."

"My Lords, something terrible has happened. Arthas Menethil has appeared in Dragonblight."

Upon hearing the news, everyone present felt that the matter was serious.

Rhonin is the current leader of the Kirin Tor Council of Six and the chief mage of Dalaran.

And as the initiator of the attack on Ulduar Conference, he hurriedly asked questions.

"What are you talking about? Mage Black."

"The Lich King Arthas broke through our defenses so quickly and launched a counterattack?"

These are truly turbulent times, with things suddenly emerging that could destroy Azeroth.

These things made Ronin unable to rest. He was looking for fights everywhere in Northrend and didn't even have a good night's sleep with his wife.

"My lord, that's not the case."

That’s good. The leaders of all the camps present finally let go of the anger they had been holding in their hearts.

"I heard they said that a golden light brought him here."

"That person is the prince from the past who is heading north to Northrend."

Can anyone travel through time? Can we orcs do it? Thrall and Garrosh looked puzzled.

At this time, Varian, who was taken to the old Stratholme by Chromie, felt that this might be caused by changes in the timeline.

Staring blankly at the pendant in her hand, Jaina Proudmoore thought it was her fault again.

I shouldn't have taken this pendant. It was the butterfly effect caused by this pendant.

"Can you please speak quickly, Blake? Don't waste time. Make it short. We need specific information."

But no matter what others are thinking, Roning just wants to resolve these crises quickly so that he can have a good sleep.

"Okay, sir. Arthas used the Holy Light to transform that Forgotten Coast into a holy land of light."

"And the ghosts of the expeditionary soldiers lingering there have been resurrected one after another. This is truly a miracle of the Holy Light."

"My Lords, this is true, and Archmage Jaina can testify to it."

"She was also present at the time, along with the current Admiral, Lady Katherine Proudmoore."

While the two newly arrived tribe members were confused about the situation, Rhonin and Varian looked at Jaina Proudmoore beside them in surprise.

Their confused eyes seemed to be asking, why are you so outstanding?

You did a big thing without saying anything. Arthas may be fake, but you even brought your own mother into the Alliance.

Is it really okay to just stand there and not tell us?

With the help of Kul Tiras, we will be better protected from these disasters.

"I really didn't do any of these things, Rhonin. I came here with Varian."

Instead, our Archmage Lady Jaina Proudmoore was panicking.

You have to believe me! I didn't do anything!