The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Drustvar, the problem caused by the Drust Revenant has been resolved."

"In Stormsong Valley, N'Zoth's invasion touch has also been sealed."

"Tiragarde Sound, Irontide... the pirates have been recruited by us."

"Jaina, and everyone."

Standing at the helm, Arthas said, "We have completed all the prerequisites for going to Boralus."

"Now, I believe those..."

"So, I want to thank you for considering me?"

Not understanding what had happened to Jaina, Arthas was a little speechless.

"Thank you so much for not letting me get hurt by the rumors about me!"

Taking the initiative to embrace the silent knight, Jaina spoke softly, but the content and tone were in stark contrast.

"But today, I'm so tired."

"Run to Drustvar in the early morning and to Stormsong Valley at noon."

"We killed a lot of people in Free Town this afternoon, and beat up the temporary navy that was temporarily under our jurisdiction."

Holding Arthas tightly, Jaina said: "It is now night."

"You are so heartless, and you still want me to drive the boat to promote my story."

Her body suddenly softened, and she said, "Dear."

"How about we go again tomorrow morning?"

After saying that, Jaina turned her head and looked behind her...

In particular, there were several people lying on the deck, unable to get up.

Of course, except for Sindra who was holding Christina, the other two were already lying comfortably.

"Well, I was too anxious."

Understanding what Jaina meant, Arthas nodded.

And his heart suddenly felt ashamed.

Yeah, not many people have his energy.

From a day of ups and downs...

No, it starts in Darkshore and ends in Freehold.

The tight schedule and fighting had exhausted his team.

As he grew stronger day by day, this "army" that provided logistics,

He rarely uses it anymore.

I remember that he had called on his personal guards and the Northern Expedition Army.

Just like now, he concentrated his strength on dealing with the opponents he saw.

But then…

“Hmm…Hmm…”

No wonder I can’t finish the chicken legs.

Without a team of tens of thousands of people to consume, the only ones who can eat are his family.

Looking at his daughter who was gnawing on a chicken leg, Arthas diverted his attention.

"call."

At this time, Varian, who was fishing at the bow of the boat, breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he took out a recliner and lay down with Tiffin next to him.

Looking up at the twin moons of Azeroth, he no longer had to be so tense.

Yes, even Varian needs a rest.

When I think of the high-intensity "training" that Arthas and Jaina went through,

He had no doubt about how fast these two were growing.

If he had ever had this experience, he would have punched Oni...

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"So, try this?"

Seeing the golden grilled fish, Varian's stomach started to growl.

Soon, he shed tears of happiness.

Sure enough, my wife’s cooking skills have not changed.

But, multiple places for flavors.

Why is it that the cuisines of Quel'Thalas and Stormwind Kingdom seem a bit strange when they are combined?

"Isn't it delicious?"

Tiffin asked softly, flipping the still-roasting fish.

“The food is delicious and delicious.”

After finishing a grilled fish, Varian held out his hand.

"Another one, what flavor do you want?"

Also want taste...

"Some ketchup or salad dressing?"

"Here I am: I don't understand Western food, I just have a fixed impression."

"How about some chili powder?"

Scratching his head, Varian asked with a question mark on his face: "Huh?"

"Arthas has always looked down on us, do you want to try it?"

"What?"

"To put it simply, he doesn't like sweet things."

"Isn't sweet good?"

"Brother, sister-in-law, I don't despise you."

"Really, I never have."

Tiffin rolled her eyes at the paladin who came over with Jaina in his arms and continued flipping the grilled fish.

"Yes, you really didn't underestimate the sweets when you were sneaking in."

"Besides, the breakfast you made earlier definitely emphasized that you don't like sweets."

"You're wrong. I just can't stand the fact that you don't eat spicy food."

At this time, Jaina said speechlessly: "My knight, you are exposed."

"Jaina, you..."

"Alsace, it turns out you just can't stand our monotonous taste!"

"Fuck, I'm really exposed."

……

"Uther, Arthas is back."

"Bolvar, Arthas Menethil is dead."

In front of the statue of Uther the Lightbringer...the tomb of Uther the Lightbringer, Bolvar, wearing the Crown of Domination, came here.

The messenger of light in soul form is in front of him, directly in front of the statue's eyes.

"At least, on that day, I could feel it."

With a look of sympathy and self-blame, the Lightbringer said, "Fallen Prince."

"Faced with the righteous response of the victims, his soul has accepted the judgment he deserves."

"If I saw it correctly that day, then it should be..."

"Ugh...ah...ah...ah...ah..." (Painful panting)

Suddenly, the soul of the messenger of light held his head with his hands, showing extreme pain.

Seeing his old friend's soul like this, Bolvar said, "Don't think about it."

"Light Messenger, this may have violated some kind of taboo."

"Besides, the world of the living is not a place I should set foot in."

"No, Bolvar, I can..."

Before the Lightbringer's spirit could finish speaking, Bolvar suddenly disappeared.

Returning to the Frozen Throne, the Lich King said: "The living and the dead."

“Is it still impossible to isolate in this world?”

……

"King Wrynn, perhaps danger lies within the Alliance and the Horde."

Standing in the throne hall of Stormwind City, a death knight bowed slightly.

"Darian Mograine, what happened?"

Sitting on the throne, Anduin, along with Mathias Shaw and other advisors,

He raised his right hand to signal and asked out loud.

Since the fall of the Lich King, in Anduin's memory, the Knights of the Ebon Blade have always been the representatives of justice.

Although it was justice in the darkness, he admired Darian and his men's perseverance very much.

No matter what crisis Azeroth faces, the Knights of the Ebon Blade fight for Azeroth and the justice they uphold.

So, in a sense, Mathias and his men protected Anduin very well.

"Just yesterday, when the Horde invaded Darkshore."

"Something big happened on the Frozen Throne."

"The Frozen Throne?"

When Anduin heard these four words, he was very confused.

However, he thought of another thing.

If the Frozen Throne is at fault, then Sylvanas's madness is...

"The Lich King Arthas has returned, bringing Sylvanas with him."

"The Frostmourne in his hand has clearly become the sword of the Fallen Prince."

Taking out the artifact he brought with him, Darien said, "But..."

"Frostmourne, but held intact in his hands."

"Even the Crown of Domination that Lich King Bolvar now possesses, he also..."

At this moment, Anduin suddenly stood up and asked, "Bolvar?"

"Bovar Fordragon?!"

"Our Grand Duke and hero of Stormwind City is still alive?"

With disbelief, Anduin couldn't believe that Bolvar had become the Lich King.

The return of the Lich King Arthas, for that matter...

Insignificant.

Because Bolvar Fordragon is his...

"Your Majesty, perhaps I should tell you something."

Bowing, Mathias inserted sincerely.

"Shor..."

Looking at the white-haired old man in front of his highness, Anduin said, "Gen."

"And you..."

"How many things have you all been hiding from me?!"

His body trembled, and Anduin closed his eyes.

It turns out that in their eyes, he has not yet grown up...

"Your Majesty, let me explain."

Without waiting for Gene and the others to respond, Mathias said, "Actually, it's like this."

"Grand Duke Bolvar once said that the Lich King must be forgotten."

"He...he doesn't want to see me...us?"

"Because of the red dragon fire on the day of the Gate of Wrath."

"Not only did it stop the undead plague from spreading further, it also cursed the Grand Duke."

……

"Great Chieftain Sylvanas Windrunner, Death Knight Nazgrim salutes you!"

Kneeling on one knee on the Warchief's throne in Orgrimmar, Nazgrim saluted the Warchief.

"Nazgrin, what does Bolvar want you to do?"

Sitting on the throne, Sylvanas raised her hand and asked him to stand up.

Quickly standing up, Nazgrim said, "Great Chief."

"You should know that the Lich King Arthas..."

"stop."

Her bloodshot eyes flashed red, and Sylvanas leaned on her clenched right fist.

"Your information is too backward. That is just an illusion of the ancient god."

"But, Warchief, the Lich King said..."

"Is Arthas Menethil dead or not?"

Interrupting once more, Sylvanas said, "I think so."

"As the Lich King, he should know better than us."

"Great Chieftain, the Lich King Bolvar..."

“Sometimes, what we see and feel is not real.”

"From the time you were resurrected until now, don't you understand?"

Understanding Sylvanas's meaning, Nazgrim remained silent for a long time.

Soon after, he said, "But, Chief."

"Even the ancient gods can't get that close..."

"You are wrong, Nazgrim."

Rising from the throne, Sylvanas said, "N'Zoth."

"He is the God of the Abyss, the first ancient god to accept the cage arrangement."

"Besides, since C'Thun and Yogg-Saron."

"Can... No, you know too little."

Walking towards Nazgrim step by step, Sylvanas said, "The Deathwing of the past."

"The Emerald Dream was invaded by Nightmares not too long ago, and even more so before and now."

Coming behind Nazgrim, Sylvanas said, "He is not free from responsibility."

"As a Death Knight, you should understand."

"The Lich King's temperament is not something you can speculate on at will."

"Besides, the current alliance can harm the tribe at any time."

"I think you should make a choice again."

At this moment, Sylvanas suddenly returned to the throne of the Warchief.

At the same time, leaders of the tribe, such as Lor'themar and Baine, bowed to her with their hands on their chests.

"Warchief Sylvanas, I am a Death Knight."

"Well, go back to your master."

"I understand the message you want to convey."

"As you command, Warchief."

……

"That is it, Your Majesty."

"Hero Tirion Fordring agrees with Hero Bolvar's proposal at the Frozen Throne."

"But, Mathias Shaw, I am your king."

Holding the shaking Saramaine tightly, Anduin said, "In times like these."

"If we were even slightly slower, we would have suffered the consequences of losing Teldrassil."

"There are some things that a king should know. Don't hide them from me."

Anduin strode towards Darion, passing the head of SI:7 who was bowing in greeting.

"Darian, I wonder what Bolvar and you guys mean?"

"Your Majesty Wrynn, perhaps the next war between you and the Horde will have to be postponed?"

"Why? Are we going to let the allies of the Alliance be disappointed in the Alliance once again?"

Anduin asked this while looking at the Sword of the Fallen Prince.

"Your Majesty, war will only bring disaster to all lives."

"hehe."

His eyes suddenly sharpened, and Anduin sneered, "So, you are the Banshee's lobbyist?"

"She started the war, and you didn't go looking for her."

"If she truly wants peace, then she must return Teldrassil to the kaldorei."

"Also, the heroes who sacrificed their lives, and the nature that was destroyed."

"She must give appropriate compensation for all the innocent people who suffered because of this war."

"Otherwise, the Alliance will not let the Horde go until the lost land is recovered."

"Even if there are threats...if we encounter unfair treatment, the alliance will take everything back on its own."

With a tough attitude, Anduin spoke the price of peace on behalf of the Alliance.

"But, Lord Wrynn."

Continuing to carry the Sword of the Fallen Prince, Darion said, "We have sent an ambassador to the tribe."

"I think the chief of the tribe should..."

"High Lord, Nazgrim has failed."

"High Inquisitor Whitemane?"

"Tholath Trollbane?"

Looking at the newcomer, Anduin asked again with an incredulous tone.

Mingming... turned to look at the people behind him,

Anduin Wrynn couldn't help but hold Salamaine tightly.

"Anduin, we want to protect you."

Led by Valeera, they explained in unison.

After a moment of silence,

Anduin loosened his grip on the sword as he faced the people who cared about him.

With a clang, Saramaine, emitting a soft golden light, fell down smoothly and softly.

"I understand, but please don't..."

Lowering his head, Anduin said, "I am not a child who will never grow up."

"Valeeera...Aunt Sanguinar."

"Grandpa Greymane."

……

"Dear guests, the food and drinks you ordered are ready!"

"Boss Wenrik, Boss Jill, thank you!"

Clapping his hands with the friendly knight in front of him, Wenrik said, "How can you say that?!"

"You are the heroes of our Freedom Town!"

"Without you, I don't know how those Iron Tide pirates would bully us."

"No, no, justice will not be absent."

"But justice in absence is no justice at all."

Retorting softly, Jaina looked directly into Arthas's unflinching blue eyes.

Seeing that the couple was about to quarrel, Wenrik took Jill away.

These two...

That’s right, the dragon couple is not something that ordinary people can deduce.

Today, he accidentally saw the two of them transform into human form in front of him.

After all, the Black Dragon Knight among them was able to build a spacious and sturdy earthen house for each of them with one hand, which directly blinded his eyes.

The ones who were hurt were the big pirates. What did it have to do with the oppressed people in the free town like him?

It turns out that those dilapidated houses were not destroyed accidentally, but...

Sometimes, freedom does need order to be good enough.

"Never mind, I...can I have a drink, Master?"

"Of course, I knew you would become a great man!"

"Don't forget me, okay?"

"Of course, girl!"

So, in a hotel in this free town, Arthas and his people began their nightlife.

"Little Christina, is it fun?"

"No, grandma, I want to go home and take a shower and go to bed."

At the harbor outside the hotel, in the darkness and under the lights of the harbor, Christina was soaked all over, holding the swimming ring, looking aggrieved.

"Well, go and rest then."

Picking up the little girl who was tired of playing, Sindra took her into the command center.

"Lucille, do you know how powerful I am?"

"Lucia, you are the me who never grew up."

"Sister Luo Ke, help me!"

"No, that's your problem."