The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Uther...Iron Hammer, why haven't the scouts from the tribe come to investigate yet?"

"Bronze Hammer Blackwood, you ask me...who should I ask?"

The iron hammer that looked like a normal bear monster, without waiting for the copper hammer that looked like a normal bear monster to respond,

He raised his right paw to signal silence and whispered, "Also, you were too impatient before."

"The bear monster's transformation hasn't taken effect yet, and you're already going to fight it..."

"Man, am I not a bear monster now?"

Hiding among the bear monster brothers, Tongchui raised his claws and prepared...

It’s not that he doesn’t dare to scratch, but the bear monster...his own claws are really sharp!

"Bear monster, would you please just leave now?"

"Evil Sin'dorei and Horde warriors, do you think we are afraid of you?!"

With a large group of bear monsters, Judian "negotiated" with the tribal warriors he met again.

"Light Chaser, the Great Chief has left."

Spreading his hands and sheathing his sword, Lor'themar asked, "What do you want to discuss with us?"

Judyan was slightly puzzled: "Huh?"

"Isn't Muradin Bronzebeard here? Aren't you the one sent by the Alliance to negotiate with us?"

Having also put away his staff, Romans asked in a straightforward manner.

"You...you think I'm from the Alliance?"

As he spoke, Judyan pointed at his Kaldorei nose.

For him, switching races has become the norm in the face of this situation.

The war between the two sides may start at any time, and if he shows up to become the Lich King, he will be seeking his own death.

After all, where is the “way home”?

Not only did he not know, he was also very confused.

He glanced at his silent bear monster friends around him, and also at the tribal warriors on the opposite side whose ears suddenly "became bigger".

In particular, the "Supervisory Team" led by Nathanos Maris.

They look so plain...

"Isn't it?"

Halduron asked back, swinging his weaponless hands in place.

"Don't we understand the guerrilla tactics you use?"

"You guys only know so-called guerrilla tactics by fighting the undead and playing hide-and-seek, and you still want to compete with me?"

"Everyone can boast, Halduron Brightwing."

Slowly putting away the sword, Judian retorted.

Guerrilla tactics also have levels, and he is best at "forcibly" seizing the "initiative" of his "smooth talk".

"Paladin, we are both believers in the Holy Light."

With a tone of obvious opposition, Liadrin said: "I want to talk to you."

"That's not a game of hide-and-seek, it's..."

"Lady Liadrin, I am ashamed that you and I are both believers of the Holy Light."

"You did what you thought was right for your own justice."

With disappointment on his face, Judyan still reluctantly gave her an "old" Silver Hand Paladin gift.

He understands the affairs of the undead in Deatholme, and this is not just ordinary understanding.

Once upon a time, he and Jaina... Maiev said it was for training purposes.

But, look at it from another perspective.

It has been thirteen years since the "recovery" and "conquest" of a "stubborn disease" that has not been completely eradicated.

For thirteen years, the blood elves' arduous "rise" to rejoin the "Horde" has undoubtedly failed.

From the beginning of the Death Knight's attack in the 20th year of Black Gate to the beginning of the 33rd year of Black Gate,

The "Battle of Thorns" took place around the end of the 32nd year of Heimon, which is indeed about 13 years ago.

Putting aside the ever-changing undead plague, which many parallel worlds have "yet" been unable to solve, the tribe at least has druids.

Just like when Illidan dealt with Ner'zhul and ran towards Kul Tiras without much rest.

The main reason is to obtain the help of the Thornspeakers, one of the druid sects.

It is true that holy light can eliminate the plague, but the pain that "purification" has brought to the land will take too many years to recover on its own.

However, Druids are the main force in dealing with such incidents...

The main force came to support from all sides, including professional scholars and experts.

No matter what the "black hands" in his original world want to do, he just needs to tighten the "rope".

Working together and responding to different situations is a stable strategy that allows us to advance step by step.

So what if we have “foreknowledge”?

He learned from Maiev the "hint" from Medivh in his original world, the real sword lord of Frostmourne.

He combined various speculations and suggested that the situation might be very different.

Just like Tichondrius and other Nathrezim who pretend to be dead in the "Novice Village", they are typical dreadlords with different personalities who "lie down" and eat the "royal food" of the Burning Legion.

How could he not know whether he had been beaten to death before?

It is because I know that I can suppress my shock...

After he understood, he gave the "deceiver" Archimonde a copy of "Sylvanas" and the "mana bomb" he had carefully prepared.

This bombshell that is repeatedly emphasized comes from someone's personal experience of enduring the pain of the "nuclear explosion" in Theramore.

"Paladin, if you are still a paladin, then..."

Looking at the tribal warriors behind Lor'themar, Illidan said with sympathy: "Go back to your homes."

"From the destruction of Theramore to the present, we have gone through many wars."

"There were heroes who died on the battlefield, and lands similar to the devastated Silithus today."

"Won't all this make you numb?"

"Don't tell me that it's a matter of circumstance, and don't tell me that it's for honor and glory."

"Alliance dog, Horde pig, none of us is nobler than the other."

Opening his arms to the poor people in front of him, Judyan said, "They are just pigs and dogs."

"All of us are unknowingly heading down a path that is worse than pigs and dogs and that we despise."

Holy light appeared in his hands and spread out in all directions.

However, even Nathanos did not resist the holy light.

People like him are just feeling the ideals contained in this harmless and warm holy light.

Not long after, the two old bear monsters...

Under the gaze of others, Judian dispersed the holy light around him.

Even if it was the holy light that drifted far away, it was his holy light.

It came from far away and disappeared in an instant.

"So, why don't we sit down and talk?"

With an extremely serious attitude, Judian said: "Speak openly."

"We will solve whatever problems we encounter."

"Living blindly in prejudice and contradictions, we are passively heading towards a road where we will die completely at any time."

"Have you all forgotten that we once fought together, back to back like real brothers and sisters?"

"We remember, but you..."

Although he spoke with a respectful tone, Nathanos drew his longbow and said, "The light chaser with the ideal of peace, Judyan Light Chaser."

"Your ideals are too idealistic. To us, they are nothing but empty 'hypocrisy'."

Regardless of what people around him thought of him, Nathanos suddenly released his arrows and put away his bow.

He chuckled and continued, "Put it another way."

He raised his right hand, "You who were taught by the Silver Hand, you who are considered a high official in the eyes of the common people."

He raised his head, squinted at the sky, and clenched his fists, "You don't understand at all, and we only understand a little bit."

Looking back at Judien, he said, "We are the hardworking peasants, while you Paladins are the upper class who live in luxury."

He took a step forward and asked, "You guys are talking about ideals with people like us?"

Finally, Nathanos drew his bow and shouted, "Have you not heard it?"

"Not only do we not understand ideals, we also long for a 'full meal' every day."

"We were already suffering, but you...unintentionally made us even more miserable."

The voice was low, and just as Nathanos finished speaking, a withering arrow as black as ink shot out from his right hand.

"Our paths diverge, Paladin."

On the other side, before Nathanos said this, Judyan drew his sword instantly.

He cut off the arrow effortlessly, then took over the conversation and said in a serious tone, "If you need anything."

"Then please trust me once, let's discuss this in real life, and you decide whether I am right or wrong?"

"Hahaha!"

With a sneer, Nathanos asked, "Are you finally admitting now that you are wasting our time?"

At this time, the three bear monsters, with a group of bear monsters, looked calmly at the invaders on the opposite side.

At the same time, Lor'themar and others were also fully prepared.

In a flash, they surrounded this small group of bear monsters.

This group of blackwood bear monsters is part of the blackwood bear monsters in this forest, not all of them.

After all, Judian is not lucky enough, nor is he capable enough to save enough "people".

Before that, he was just passing by and happened to save a lucky Kaldorei druid.

On the way to find the water of the Moon Well, he not only had a lot of blood debts on his hands, but also saw a lot of blood debts along the way.

If he had time, he would really like to erect a monument for them.

Even if it is buried in the ground, it will naturally "go into the coffin" and a simple method of erecting a tombstone without any words is possible.

"waste time?"

Reaching out to stop a more impulsive bear monster, Youdian said: "Do you think I am wasting your time?"

"Isn't it, Paladin?"

Sheathing his bow and picking up his axe blade, Nathanos chuckled in response.

The next second, Judyan praised: "Indeed, your concerns are not wrong."

"This waste of time will prevent you from supporting Sylvanas Windrunner."

"Finally, I intentionally helped Malfurion Stormrage once, so that you..."

"No no no."

Stepping closer, Nathanos said, "Malfurion Stormrage must die."

"This little episode is just a small accident in the process of this victory."

After calculating the distance accurately, his bloodshot eyes lit up.

"Paladin, as a token of my sincere respect, I will never allow anyone to revive you."

Before he finished his words, Nathanos swung out with both axes.

Dang, he took the blow easily.

Judyan teased, "Including your queen?"

"Yes, Judian Light Chaser."

Arriving in front of Nathanos, who was retreating with the help of his opponent, Lor'themar assured him, "No matter what, I will take care of this matter."

"But, the Regent of the Sin'dorei."

With a sword, Youdian said, "Have you ever thought about such a thing?"

"Not only do we come to you sincerely to negotiate, we are also prepared to defeat you."

As Judian slashed with nine swords, a bear monster glowed with bright holy light in his hand.

The man next to the Holy Light Bear Monster had crackling lightning in his hands.

Next to these two, Sharp Claws led a group of bear monsters to tear open the secret scrolls attached to their bodies.

"Defeat us?"

"Isn't it possible?"

"Want to know my full strength? But this isn't the little bit you've seen before!"

Empty, empty, empty. In this moonlit forest, sword lights flashed all around. The ground cracked and dust began to rise.

After a few steps, Lor'themar looked at the dust in front of him.

He raised his sword and asked, "So you are still a shaman?"

Holding a knife, Halduron said, "Yes, Lor'themar, a shaman who is good at using earth elementals."

Raising her shield, Liadrin said, "We must not underestimate them."

Holding the staff here, Romance said: "I didn't expect that we would be enemies with a humanoid 'mana bomb'."

Swinging his axe forward, Nathanos said, “The enemies of the Horde will be defeated by the Horde!”

"If you want to find him, you must get past me first!"

With thunder flashing from his claws, Copperhammer Blackwood blocked Nathanos and moved forward, knocking him back.

"Muradin Bronzebeard?"

"Who is Muradin Bronzebeard? I have no idea."

At this time, Rommath smiled and cast a spell: "Sure enough, Muradin, you are the diplomatic ambassador of the Alliance."

His face turned dark, and Tongchui let out a long roar towards the sky. His body suddenly grew larger, and bolts of lightning came down.

When he was at his best, he still encountered that girl when he could transform into a sheep.

Then, he won't have any accidents.

"Sin'dorei, does Muradin Bronzebeard know this kind of lightning magic?"

"The gods have descended from the earth... Muradin Bronzebeard, the King of the Hill?"

Raising her shield to block the gathering thunder, Liadrin cleared two paths and asked carefully.

"I am really pissed off, you tribal bastards!"

"Very good, this is your character, the dwarf prince Muradin Bronzebeard."

With one leap, he dodged the bronze hammer's kick that cracked the ground, as well as the lightning that spread in all directions, Haduron confirmed it.

"Paladin, who are you?"

After several battles with the Holy Light Fur Monster...Iron Hammer, Nathanos felt that this paladin was particularly difficult to deal with.

After a few moves, it was clearly discovered that he had "internal injuries".

But this highly skilled paladin was able to entangle him like a blood-sucking mosquito, painlessly and injuring him.

With one claw and two fingers pinching the axe blade, Tiechui asked, "Me?"

"Nathanos Maris, I didn't expect you to not recognize me."

Putting away the axe and pulling out the knife from his leg, Nathanos asked, "Do you know me?"

Taking the knife easily, Tiechui said, "Yes, kid, I know you."

"I don't remember that I..."

"But I won't forget you."

Holding the blade tightly with his two fingers, Tiechui said, "Perhaps, it is a good decision to take the initiative to return to the embrace of Holy Light."

"what?!"

With each step forward, the holy light of devotion spread everywhere. Tiechui said, "There is nothing here, there is only holy light."

"Now that you are a Withered One, you have embarked on a path of no return."