Menethil's Power

Chapter 5 Varian Wrynn
"Wow wah wah~~" The young Alsace held his training sword high, let out a strange cry with unknown meaning, and rushed towards Varian Wrynn with a resolute momentum, as if he was engaged in a hopeless battle. Retired duel.

The prince of Stormwind sideways dodged Alsace's reckless and weak attack dumbfoundedly, and an elbow hit his head protector. The force was well controlled, even though the little prince lost his fighting power and did not really hurt him. , and then with a backhand sword, the weapon in Isaacs' hand was thrown away, and someone immediately raised his hand in surrender.Just kidding, the 15-year-old Varian already has the strength of an elite fighter, and he can beat him three times with one hand in combat. In this case, he cannot use the Holy Light spell, so it is better to admit defeat early.

Varian smiled apologetically, and helped little Alsace up with guilt.At first, he still felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, but when he actually fought, he realized that the strength of these two people was really... er, unsightly.Alsace's fighting strength is about equal to that of a groundhog. As for Isaacs, although he has elite physical fitness, he only has the level of swordsmanship of a Stormwind recruit, so he cannot pose a threat to the Prince of Stormwind at all.Varian was a little annoyed, he should have let the water go.

"I didn't expect your sword skills to be so strong." Alsace said cheerfully, he didn't seem to have any dissatisfaction with being instantly killed, "It's not easy to see Isaacs deflated." Rian stood up on his shoulders, "Don't mind, brother, do me a favor, I'm still dizzy."

Isaacs unhappily cast a minor healing spell on him, he really couldn't understand some of Alsace's hotheaded decisions.Terenas did not arrange martial arts lessons for the two of them. Isaacs had practiced a few moves with the royal guards, and Arthas had no foundation. How could he confidently challenge Varian who had been training since he was six years old?If it is said that a victory was used to soothe Varian's wounded heart, then the goal has indeed been achieved. The Prince of Stormwind has put away his grief and become normal.

At this time, it has been seven days since the refugees from Stormwind City first arrived in the Royal City.Seven days ago, Anduin Lothar brought the shocking news that Stormwind City was destroyed by a group of visitors from another world—orcs. The rich northern continent. "No country can fight against the orc tribe alone," Lothar pointed out. "We must unite all the forces that can be united, otherwise we will perish one by one."

Terenas agrees, the wise elder has the ability to see through the truth.So six messengers were immediately sent to invite the rulers of the remaining countries to come to Lordaeron for a meeting.Anduin Lothar and Khadgar enjoyed the treatment of ambassadors, while Prince Varian Wrynn was entertained by two princes of Lordaeron. The three were of similar age and status, so they soon became ambassadors. friend.

The adults were busy preparing for the battle, and the three cubs lost control. After being rejected several times for their help, the life of the three of them suddenly became more relaxed. As Isaacs issued this self-defeating challenge to Varian, even in order not to let Varian refuse, he also prohibited Isaacs from using spells, so this farce was staged.

Arthas was healed, but continued to stare at Isaacs until he cast another cleanse on himself.Having a pastor elder brother is really super happy, because there will be no future troubles if you get any injuries or play dirty. "Okay, let's go to have breakfast," said Alsace, who was excited again, "We still have church in the morning."

According to regulations, the royal service must be presided over by the archbishop, but after Isaacs was ten years old, His Excellency Faol handed over this job to him. Isaacs was very grateful for this, because it was the most effective way to practice the way of the Holy Light.But today's service is still presided over by the archbishop, because the status of the participants is too honorable.

The three little ones sneaked into the chapel and took seats in the back row, inevitably late.At this time, the small chapel was full of great people, besides Lothar and the Menethil family, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgarde, Gilneas King Genn Greymane, Alterac King Aiden Perenolde, and Archmage Antonidas.

Isaacs watched these human kings, knowing that tomorrow they would hold a long and tedious meeting, and then form a loose alliance to fight the Horde and emerge victorious.However, this victory has a great fluke and irreproducible factors.Because of Alterac's betrayal, the Horde army even directly threatened the royal city of Lordaeron.If it weren't for the warchief Orgrim Doomhammer who finally sent a large number of troops to pursue the traitor Gul'dan, Lordaeron would have perished.Of course, everything turned out to be a false alarm in the end. If I don't intervene, history is likely to develop in a normal direction, then...

Isaacs suddenly remembered the illusions he had experienced in the past few years and the Invincible who had been renamed Bright Silver, and couldn't help being clever.History has already changed, because he himself is the biggest variable.Of course he can gamble, but he simply cannot afford to lose.

Isaacs realized that he had to get involved, at least to minimize the impact of Alterac's betrayal, and it was impossible to directly control Aiden Perenolde, because even the prince of Lunderon could not arbitrarily control a country. Jun launched baseless accusations.And pretending to be a magic stick and asking Terenas to keep a reserve team is bound to affect the situation on the frontal battlefield.Then the best way is to participate in the war and use your identity as a time traveler to gradually gain the right to speak. No one is crazy enough to let a 12-year-old prince participate in the war. Of course, there are no absolutes in the world. go one step further...

"Your Highness, Isaacs Menethil," Isaacs heard his name, raised his head and met Archbishop Faol's smiling eyes. "May the Holy Light bless him and guide his thoughts, speech and behavior, so that he will no longer be confused." Isaacs' heart moved, and the archbishop seemed to see his problem, and maybe he could ask for his help.

The service ended soon, and the big shots left after greeting the archbishop. Isaacs spent a lot of effort to dispel Alsace's curiosity and stayed alone in the chapel. His Excellency Faol also tacitly did not leave, Sunshine It fell on him through the gaps in the heavy curtains. "Looks like you're in trouble, kid," he said.

"Yes, teacher." Isaacs bowed respectfully. At this age, I can no longer pretend to be ignorant, "I have been stuck at the peak of the official priest for half a year, but I still have no clue about the promotion. I hope you can give me some advice. .”

"The practice of the Holy Light is essentially an exploration of the truth of the Holy Light." Fao said, "Everyone's perception of the Holy Light is different, and the church does not force everyone to agree with a single idea. What you have to do is Establish the Holy Light in your heart. So, what do you think is the essence of the Holy Light?" The archbishop's eyes seemed to be able to absorb people's hearts.

Isaacs thought for a while and said, "I'm not sure. The holy light may be a kind of original energy that keeps the world running, or it may be a collection of positive spiritual consciousness of all living beings, or even just a positive manifestation of personal spiritual power." He himself felt ridiculous, this should not be the answer of a priest at all.

The Archbishop was noncommittal, and asked again: "Then how do you treat the Holy Light?"

Isaacs hesitated for a moment, but said with difficulty: "It's hard to say that I believe in it. Most of the time, I use the holy light simply as power."

The Archbishop still didn't comment, "Do you have any doubts about the essence of Holy Light?"

"No." Isaacs replied decisively. The holy light represented justice, justice, mercy, and sacrifice, and he had no doubt about it.

"Then do your actions conform to the teachings of the Holy Light?"

Isaacs closed his eyes and recalled his past, and said firmly, "Yes."

"Then I can say that the Holy Light is in your heart. Think, explore, and ask your heart. When you find the real answer, everything will fall into place." Lord Faol patted Isaacs on the shoulder twice , leaving the chapel to him.Isaacs sat down cross-legged in a daze and began to meditate.The scripture of origin hanging at the waist automatically flew up, and the pages of the book were spread out in mid-air, golden rays of light shone one after another, and mysterious words and patterns began to appear on the blank parchment.

After a long time, the light on the scripture gradually faded, and the power to maintain it in the air suddenly disappeared, and the scripture of origin fell to the ground with a bang.At the same time, a golden holy light shot up from Isaacs' body, and he advanced.

Isaacs opened his eyes and looked at the golden and white scriptures in front of him.Fao's advice only played a triggering role, and the real source of his advancement was this thick book.A certain person doesn't believe that his current mental state is the so-called holy light in his heart. If it is as simple as listening to a few words and then realizing it, then Azeroth has already passed away with high ranks.Isaacs picked up the scripture of origin and solemnly flipped through it. Every time his strength improved, new spells would appear in the scripture. Now that his level has been raised by a large level, the scripture must surprise him.

He was not disappointed.

(End of this chapter)