The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Your Majesty Wrynn..."

"Everly Reed...Uncle Everly, call us by our names."

Looking back at Marshal Drustvar who was sitting behind him, Varian said helplessly.

In this world, he is not a king.

And, he is now a traveler… a warrior with a purpose.

"My Lords, I have something to say but I am not sure whether I should say it or not."

"Uncle, aren't you going to call our names?"

"Lucy...Lucia."

Immediately adjusted, Everly said: "To go to Klein City, we need a certain number of troops."

Just as he finished speaking, Everly continued: “Right.”

"Since the sorcery of the evil Drust has proven its existence."

"Then we still need to ask the Thornspeaker for help."

He glanced at his brother-in-law, the extremely powerful and tireless Paladin who was still advancing at high speed and with unstoppable force.

Lucia immediately put aside the idea of ​​agreeing with Everly.

"In this land, the Thornspeaker will always be our reliable friends."

"I know a Thornspeaker. We may be able to find him through him..."

"Uncle, look what this is?"

Lucia took out an item with natural properties from the storage ring on her hand and waved it towards the convoy behind.

"A horn made of willow... an unknown wood?"

"Woo!" (Blowing of a horn)

"Sister, what are you doing?"

"When I was older, I was a Thornspeaker apprentice."

After saying this, Lucia picked up the horn and blew it again.

The master Orfa taught me personally.

If Orfa and her father Arthur hadn't fooled her, then this horn would have been a warning of a major crisis.

She has many such horns...

After all, she was one of the heroes who saved Drustvar.

"Woo!" (Long horn sound)

……

"Roar!" (Bear roars in response)

"Great Thorntalker, what's the emergency?"

"Not good, Thornspeakers!"

The Deadwood Bear Orfa said solemnly to the elite Thornspeakers who had gathered first: "After the Burning Legion invades again."

"Today, there is another world-destroying crisis!"

"But, Great Thorntalker, this is related to..."

"No, no Thornspeaker dares to take this..."

"Master, the horn is still in my custody. It's not lost!"

An elite Thornspeaker picked up a horn similar to the one in Lucia's hand and explained hastily.

"What... Oops! Our green dragon allies or machine dwarf allies have discovered the world-destroying crisis!"

Suddenly realizing the seriousness of the problem, Orfa couldn't help but shout out loud.

"It's not what we Thornspeakers have determined...it's about..."

"Maybe... this crisis may be even more serious."

"Thornspeakers, we are..."

"what?!"

As if sensing something, Orfa suddenly lowered his voice and said, "The person holding the horn is..."

"Lucille Waycrest?"

Suddenly, he looked puzzled, but Orfa said hurriedly: "They are heading towards Klein City!"

"Perhaps this is a sign of crisis, Thornspeakers, follow me closely!"

"We must completely extinguish the flames of destruction before the crisis of world destruction comes!"

"As you command, Great Thorntalker!"

……

"Oh, how beautiful this place is... and eerie."

"Klein City, the last time I came here..."

"You've never been here before, Arthas!"

"Enough, warriors, charge!"

Following Arthas's order, the team of twelve people without him bravely moved forward.

Led by Tanred, who ran first and was the fastest at the moment,

They all rode on tall horses...

Muradin is still riding the Thunder Bear Thoranos.

Uther rode on Invincible and Vasya stood at the head of Glacial Tide.

"Everyone else, stay and hold your position!"

At this moment, Arthas waved his cloak, and it danced in the wind.

"Holy Light, bless those who fulfill their duties!"

Whoosh, boom!

A very conspicuous holy light barrier descended, right behind Arthas.

Just behind him were the Drustvar defenders and civilians lying on the ground, and in front of them.

Because the matter was too urgent, he didn't have time to purify them one by one.

He had no choice but to absorb the power of several legends around him and perform a purification with arcane holy light.

He, Arthas Menethil, does not have that kind of talent, but Lor'themar Theron and Illidan Stormrage are "magic-addicted" elves.

Besides, if Jaina's Holy Light wasn't specialized, why would he have to take action? !

"Christina: Yes, but you are more afraid of your mother sucking away all your magic power."

"Sindra: Oh my god!

I never thought that I would be a mana replenisher again. 』

"Nancy: But...was it in your original world?"

"Lich King: He is a scumbag Paladin who didn't fall down and die after being kicked by me."

"My friends, I hope we never meet again!"

Without waiting for the unconscious man to respond, Arthas rode on Ebon Blade and flew up directly.

You can't win by running, you can only fly...

"Evil witch, eat my first move of the Raging Waves Blade - waves sweeping the earth!"

"Undead, I've seen you before... Look at the guns - Frost Thunder Sweep!"

Seeing the Proudmoore siblings like this, Arthas patted Ebon Blade's neck.

"Any evil that stands in my way will be invincible!"

"Thunder, listen to my call - Thunder Style!"

Very good, Varian and Muradin were deeply influenced by these two siblings.

"Witch, get out of Waycrest's territory!"

"Witches, and monsters, eat my natural entanglement and... Uncle, save me!"

"Lucia, here I come, whirlwind!"

Very good, this is the tacit understanding between Waycrest and Reed.

“This is the Holy Light!”

Throwing a hammer purifies an area, stepping on the ground purifies an area,

This is Uther Lightbringer.

"Feel the wrath of nature!"

A green hurricane blew by, leaving behind only the purified nothingness.

This is Vasya Ghost Song.

"Would you like to be shredded or diced?"

"Sorry, I don't speak to the dead."

Blink and backstab, showing the assassin's skills in the gloomy Rhine City.

This is Valeera Sanguinar...Tiffin Aryan Wrynn.

"So, what can I do?"

"Eh?"

"Yes, Ebony, I can still do this."

Raising Frostmourne, Arthas said: "Suicide, the dead!"

"Eh?"

……

"I……"

"You did well, soldier."

Supporting the purified Drustvarklein soldier, Arthas patted him on the back.

After all, they are here to save people, not to kill people.

However, as the Lord of the Dead, he loves the dead.

Like some kind of penguin, the Lich King in some card game would say he loved him.

"Don't worry, these curses will leave you."

"Soldier, please take a rest."

The last soldier standing guard in front of Waycrest Manor with his eyes closed.

He fell limply to the ground, accepting the blessing of the holy light, and fell to the ground.

At this time, Marshal Everit Reed of Drustvar, who was standing behind Arthas, could understand the soldier's suffering.

He clearly still had the strength to fight with them, but he was purified by the holy light and was forced to fall on the battlefield.

This was a different kind of massacre, and even the soldiers who were influenced by the Drust witchcraft were forced to unite and find it difficult to resist.

But Arthas didn't want them to go in and get hurt.

"As you all know, we can't avoid soldiers blocking the arrows that come our way."

But, Everly wants to say...

"Uncle, especially you."

With sincerity and tears in her eyes, Lucia said: "I am most afraid that you will take the blame for us."

"Don't be upset...promise me..."

Looking at her compatriots and elders who all agreed behind her, Lucia said, "Will you promise us?"

“Don’t…”

Holding Lucia's shoulders with both hands, Everly said seriously, "Little Lucia."

"Uncle promises you that he will never do such a stupid thing."

When he encounters a team like this, he would rush over without thinking...

"enough!"

"How dare you, invaders, ignore us like this!"

Meredith arrived with her husband, whom she had turned into an undead monster.

The witch mother of the Poison Heart Coven, the corpse floating in the air, made Arthas particularly angry.

"Witch, how dare you do this to Arthur?!"

"Why, Marshal, you also want to..."

"Shut up! For..."

A group of people blocked the soldier who subconsciously wanted to charge forward and stopped him from continuing.

"Lucille Waycrest, what do you want to do?"

After holding up the holy light barrier together with Uther, Arthas turned around and asked.

"If possible, give my mother... my parents a happy ending."

With pain, Lucille made a choice for the Lord and Lady Waycrest, whom she had transformed into monsters.

"My dear, you don't understand my current power..."

"Shut up, you're not my favorite aunt at all!"

Raising her hand to seal the Poison Witch's mouth, Jaina's temper suddenly flared up.

She had never encountered it before, so she pretended not to see it.

But seeing as...

The devil, she couldn't stand it.

"Well, we'll give them both a good beating."

Holding Frostmourne in both hands, Arthas pointed the tip of the sword towards the dark sky.

At the same time, Uther and Muradin raised their hands and pressed his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

The two men who became Kul Tiras guards were of similar height.

Similarly, the others drank the potion and stood beside them in an orderly manner.

No, Arthas and his men stood behind the puzzled Lucille.

However, her confusion only lasted for a short while and then disappeared immediately.

"Holy Light, purify the evil before our eyes!"

With extremely firm words, thirteen different mouths stepped out firmly,

The magic sword in Arthas's hand shines...

Today, there is a team of thirteen led by Lucille Waycrest.

Here - in a land plagued by the power of death, we call upon light.

Light emerged from them, shining continuously, illuminating the darkness here.

Boom! The dark sky was broken by the light, and thirteen beams of light of the same size descended here.

However, three beams of light also fell on the three people in the command center at the same time.

It is most useful with the Demi-God Holy Light Supply and legendary assistance.

Today is destined to be a new dawn.

Regardless of whether it is dawn or not, this place is now shrouded in light.

"Take it, Lucille Waycrest."

"Swing the sword forward, and your parents' souls will be freed."

"Ah."

He nodded and took the magic sword of the knight beside him... the honorary ash knight of another world.

Lucia said to her father who was standing in front of her in a daze: "Father, I swear to you."

"I will use all my life's strength to dispel the evil curse on the land of Drustvar!"

Shifting her gaze, she looked at her mother, who had a hideous and crazy face, and closed her eyes.

"Mother, no matter what, you are my mother."

"To cleanse Waycrest of the filth, I will..."

"I swear to you, I will do my best to benefit our people!"

Boom! A beam of holy light that was almost condensed into a crystal shot forward from the tip of Frostmourne's sword.

He rushed forward in an instant, passing the two masters in front of Waycrest Manor.

Huh, but the holy light beam did not stop moving forward, but rushed into the Waycrest Manor with its "big mouth" opened.

"what!"

The miserable wailing sounds continued to be heard from inside and outside the manor.

Whether it is the people who are tortured by the Drust witchcraft or the monsters who accept the Drust death power,

They were all at this moment, in the endless light...liberated.

Even the underground Thros rift is to be feared...

Even, bow your head!

No matter how powerful Gorak Tul is, he is just a legendary ghost who relies on the advantage of terrain.

"My daughter, you did a great job."

Appearing in the shining light, Arthur walked out slowly with Meredith behind him.

"Father!"

Rushing into the arms of her father who had returned to normal, Lucille shed two gurgling streams.

At the same time, Arthas picked up the fallen magic sword.

"Don't stress about it, you and I..."

Arthur forcibly pulled his tearful wife over and hugged the mother and daughter tightly.

"Your mother and I would be proud of you."

"Father, I..."

"My dear, your mother was wrong, but I was wrong too."

I feel time is slowly passing by, and the light in my body is fading away.

Arthur said kindly but seriously, "If it weren't for me not noticing those things."

"Then, neither will..."

"It is indeed your fault that you let the conflicts in your family harm the people under your rule."

"But as one of the sources of all this."

"I don't think you are qualified to enter the land of eternal peace for the time being."

Seeing everything that only a few people present could see, Arthas walked forward...

He slashed out with a sword of holy light according to Jaina's instructions.

"The evil Drust spirits wish to send the souls they find to their masters."

"But we will never allow evil to get what they want."

He extended his right hand to the stunned Waycrest family of three.

Arthas said: "I don't intend to send all the souls to the world of the dead, which is currently undercurrent."

"Evil or not, I will not let you leave immediately."

"If you want to go to that world, you need to wait for a certain amount of time."

"So, join us and make amends to the people who trusted you two with your actions."

"Find a temporary home for you and all who have suffered from Drust's death hex."

After making his decision, Arthas waited...

Arthur, along with his wife and daughter, put his hand on Arthas's hand of invitation.

"As Lord Waycrest, I will wait until that day comes."

"I must be responsible for my people from beginning to end."

"Me too, Father."

"me……"

"You too, Mother."

Lucia added her own hand to help the mother in the other world speak.

"Same for us."

Hands stacked together at this dawn moment.

However, Arthas did not reveal his other purpose.

He is very cruel and wants to use this world's Zlos as a testing ground.

During this stay, which may not be too long or too short, reduce the trial and error cost of governing the Thros curse in the main world.