Chapter 1: I feel very stressed after traveling through time and space as a prince

In a single apartment, a man is sitting in front of a computer, concentrating on playing World of Warcraft, operating the mouse and keyboard skillfully.

The screen showed that the character he was controlling was fighting against a humanoid boss wearing red and white armor.

After a while, the young man stopped and saw the computer screen display: "You have killed Prince Galen Trollbane and picked up the Trollbane Talisman."

The man clicked on the Hearthstone and prepared to go back to submit the task. While rubbing the Hearthstone, he seemed to see the screen display "Four talismans have been collected, the conditions are met, and the task is started."

Just when the man was still wondering, the computer screen suddenly emitted a dazzling white light and swallowed the man.

On the bright and shining planet of Azeroth, in the southern part of Arathi Highlands on the continent of Lordaeron, there is a majestic city that sits like a gray-white behemoth.

This is an ancient city-fortress, the capital of a kingdom with a long history, Stromgarde.

Although the White Lady and the Blue Child had already set and it was already early morning, the sky was still gray. The ancient city did not look gloomy, but instead seemed vibrant because of the hustle and bustle on the streets.

Under the leadership of the Trollbane family, Stromgarde became increasingly prosperous and thriving.

At the highest point in the center of the city, there stands a military castle. At this moment, on the wide martial arts field in front of the castle, two figures, one big and one small, are fighting. The two men are using a weapon similar to an English broadsword and a two-handed axe respectively. The figures are moving in the field, the light and shadow are flashing, and the sound of the two weapons colliding is constant.

However, although the fight between the two seems fierce, it can also be seen that one of the two-meter-tall men has the upper hand. The muscles on the arms of this rough-looking man bulge high, and he is extremely strong, with a broad back and strong waist.

The other figure looked like a teenager with a childish face, probably only about sixteen or seventeen years old. His height only reached the chin of the strong man, and he was about one meter seventy-eight. He looked about seventy percent similar to the strong man, with the same resolute face, and a very strong body, as strong as a calf.

The two men chopped and parried, fighting back and forth. At this time, the young man saw that his offensive did not give him an advantage, so he rolled his eyes and said, "Father, take my move."

As he spoke, a hint of cunning flashed in the boy's eyes, and he swung the sword at a tricky angle from bottom to top towards the big man's waist.

"Well done." The big man's eyes lit up and a hint of appreciation flashed across his face. It seemed that he approved of the young man's sword. Then he turned the giant axe and blocked the sword with the barb of the axe.

"Galin, it seems that after you were promoted to a high-level warrior yesterday, your grasp of combat has also improved greatly."

"That's because of my father's good teaching, and of course it's also because I'm extremely talented, hahaha." The young man said, and swung the sword sideways again.

"You little brat, you're bragging again." As he spoke, the big man easily blocked the boy's sword.

After they sparred back and forth for half a day, the big man forced the young man back with a simple slash.

"Okay, that's enough. You should pack up and come to the meeting room in an hour." After saying that, the big man handed the giant axe to the guard standing beside him, tidied his clothes which seemed a little messy due to the competition, and prepared to leave the martial arts field.

"Father, am I going to attend the kingdom's meeting?" Garin said as he placed his two-handed sword on the weapon rack beside him and looked at his father.

"No, it's your cousin Danas who's back, and I have something to tell him. And you've already become a high-level professional. You're only twelve years old this year, and I wasn't as talented as you when I was your age. I've seen your hard work and efforts, and I'm ready to agree to your travels."

The big man's eyes were full of admiration and recognition, and a hint of pride, because this was his only son.

"Go, change your clothes, and we'll meet in the meeting room." After saying that, he turned and left, his steps steady and calm, not affected by the fierce fight just now.

Watching his father walking away, Garin smiled. He could finally go out. The Warcraft base had been kept in his mind for too long.

It was not easy. Garen had waited for this day for too long. Ever since he traveled to Azeroth and was reborn as the character he last killed in the game, he had been waiting for an opportunity to change his own destiny and the destiny of the people around him. Today, he finally got the recognition of his father, King Solas.

That's right, Thoras Trollbane, the Grand Lord of the thousand-year-old country of Stromgarde, one of the Seven Kingdoms of Man, the King of the Kingdom of Stromgarde, the Lord of Arathi Highlands, a king famous for his bravery in the human world.

And Garin is the only son of Thoras Trollbane. When he learned that he was traveling to the world of Azeroth, Garin refused. Although Garin was a hardcore World of Warcraft player in his previous life, he had played it on and off for more than ten years since the Nine Cities era, and he had not missed any version, from being a guild main player to a plot party and a casual party.

But it is because we know it too well that we know Azeroth is a planet full of disasters. Although the star soul of Azeroth is still dormant, once awakened it will be far stronger than the Titans of the Pantheon. It also blocked the invasion of the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago.

But we can't stop Ai-chan from sleeping. As a native living in Azeroth, although this big guy is strong, we can't rely on him at this stage.

Galen is twelve years old this year. Prince Varian Wrynn of Stormwind is nine years old this year, three years younger than him. Varian was born ten years before the opening of the Dark Portal, so next year is the first year of the Dark Portal. The orcs from Draenor will pour into Azeroth from the Dark Portal like a tide. The Stormwind Kingdom in the south will begin to fight against the orcs, and then King Llane Wrynn will be assassinated in the fourth year of the Dark Portal, and Stormwind will fall.

Then in the fifth year after the Dark Portal, Anduin Lothar would lead the refugees and the little prince of Stormwind Kingdom across the ocean to escape to Southshore, and seek help from the other six human nations. Finally, an alliance was formed under the leadership of Terenas Menethil, King of Lordaeron.

What followed was a clash between the New Alliance and the Orc Horde. The Second Orc War lasted for two years, and in the end the Human Alliance was victorious.

It was during these two years of war that the Kingdom of Stromgarde, where Garin was located, as a bridgehead against the orcs, sacrificed nearly two-thirds of the country's elite troops. The Alliance then built orc internment camps at a huge cost, which overwhelmed the citizens of Stromgarde and caused serious damage to the country's national strength. Even the orc slave riots in the internment camps were difficult to suppress.

The country's national strength was greatly depleted, the male population was dwindling, and the people had lost faith in the royal family. It is no wonder that after the outbreak of the Undead Scourge, a large number of citizens abandoned their homes and followed Jaina to Kalimdor. Only 3,000 people were left to survive in the Valley of Refuge.

In the future, the country will be destroyed and the family will be ruined.

Sighing, Garin expressed that he was under a lot of pressure as a prince. He strolled into the courtyard, preparing to go to his room to change his clothes before going to the meeting room.

In fact, for the past twelve years, Garin has accepted his current identity. Now that he has traveled through time and space, things are a foregone conclusion. Instead of feeling sorry for himself, it is better to accept the reality early, look for opportunities to break the impasse, change his destiny, and save Azeroth in the process, reaching the peak of his life. Just thinking about it makes him happy.

After having a goal in mind, Garin worked hard. Since he was five years old, Garin has been learning combat skills from his brave father, Thoras Trollbane, an epic hero-level warrior, one of the top fighters in Stromgarde. He is also the most capable of the seven kings. Even the King of Gilneas, Genn Greymane, and Admiral Daelin Proudmoore are slightly inferior to Thoras.

Seeing his only son's diligence and hard work in the way of a warrior, Solas not only taught Garin with all his might in his spare time, but even when he was busy with government affairs, he would ask the commander of his palace guards to teach Garin how to use the energy of anger. Garin lived up to expectations and made rapid progress in strength. At the age of twelve, he broke through the intermediate level and became a high-level beginner warrior.