Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 445 154. Smile in the face of danger

   "Brother, why didn't you come home when you came back? And what's the matter with your outfit? Wow, this thing is so powerful, it still stares at me!"

  The Kingdom of Stormwind, the town of Shining Gold, in a camp in the Elwynn Forest, Miss Artea Eberlock, who was escorted by the family guards, saw her brother from a distance.

   He has been away from home for half a year.

   The little girl held up the skirt of the noble long skirt and ran to her brother with light steps. The skinny boy who asked a series of questions was a little speechless.

   saw her curiously reaching out, wanting to touch the magic jewelry hanging on her chest.

   Kanrisad pushed his sister's fingers away as soon as he reached out.

   His original intention was to protect his ignorant sister. There is a lot of fel energy in this ornament, which will corrode the skin once it comes into contact with it.

   But the indifference and ferocity cultivated on the boat, coupled with the dark aura that belonged to a warlock, and the rude action just now, all of a sudden frightened the excited Altea.

   The little girl froze in place, biting her lip, feeling that her brother seemed to have become so strange, and soon, her big eyes filled with tears.

   This made Kanrisad a little at a loss. While he comforted his sister clumsily, he took out the gift he had carefully prepared.

Um.

   A quirky, patterned egg.

   "This is a very fun thing. I found it in the sea outside the Rogue Harbor in the middle of the night. You take it back and put it in the water, remember to change the water, and it will hatch into a little murloc in two or three days."

   The skinny boy said to his sister:

   "I specially asked First Mate Sefir to release a time magic to it, it will not grow into the ugly appearance of the murloc, but will only remain in a small and cute state.

   There is a treasure hunter murloc beside the captain, who has magical abilities.

   In short, you will love it. "

   "Murloc? Huh. So ugly!"

   The child's temper came and went quickly. Seeing her brother coaxing her into a happy mood, the little girl quickly burst into laughter. She said nasty things in her mouth, but she still held the murloc in her arms.

   looked at his brother's outfit again, and said curiously:

   "Brother, aren't you going to be a pirate? Why did you become a magician again?"

   "Ha, I'm both a pirate and a warlock now."

  Canrisad bragged to his sister:

   "I'm still a student of a very powerful magic academy, I will summon a lot of demons, just the town in front of me, I can destroy it in one night, ahem, good boy, don't ask about it.

   How are you doing at home recently?

   That old thing.

   I mean, is your father good to you? "

   "It's okay."

  Altea answered with a pout:

   "The day my father came back, he took me back from the exile camp. I have been living in Shining Gold for a while, and my father said that Duskwood was too dangerous.

   He was very nice to me, that is, the woman from the northern Xinjiang that he brought back. The servants in the family didn't like her, and neither did I. I didn't like her either.

   She wanted to drive me away. "

   The little girl whispered to her brother and said:

   "She pretended to send me to live in Stormwind City, but the refugee grandpa whispered to me that it was the woman who planned to pave the way for her future heirs to inherit the power of the family.

   She also planned to occupy the land on the other side of the rotten orchard, saying that it was to be the private property of our family, and sent guards to expel the refugees there, almost fighting.

   That's a bad woman! "

"Is it? lol"

   The skinny boy sneered twice, moved his fingers, smiled at his sister again, and said:

   "You don't have to worry about this, my brother will help you solve it.

  Go, today I will take you to the Wild West. I heard that there are a lot of people from Northern Xinjiang who came over there. It must be very lively to rebuild the farm or something. "

   As he spoke, the skinny boy squeezed a magic spell. Amidst the tumbling of evil flames, a **** warhorse with four burning hooves neighed and ran out of the portal, and the little girl who saw it exclaimed loudly.

   was picked up by his brother and placed on the saddle again. The two ignored the guards chasing behind them and ran towards the Xiquan Fortress.

   The skinny boy quietly stuffed something into his sister's hand, and he warned:

   "If someone bullies you in the future, take this thing and go to the old town of Stormwind City, where a tavern called 'Pig and Whistle' is about to open.

   Go there and find the tavern owner and tell him about it.

  They will protect you when I'm not by your side. Remember? "

  Little Artea took a peek at what was in her hand, and found that it was a newly minted gold coin with beautiful patterns on it, a crow with a dagger on the front, and a skeleton with a blindfold on the back.

   Two Hidden Blades staggered under the skeleton.

   She doesn't quite understand the meaning of this symbol for her age, but Ravenholdt's Assassins certainly do. It is the symbol of the Uncrowned faction of Lord Black, Master Assassin.

  Gold coin represents the status of a distinguished guest and responds to any request.

   As the two brothers and sisters ran through the Elwynn Forest, on the small road in the forest, in a low-key black carriage, the little king Varian Wrynn, who was closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.

   He glanced at the golden flash on his fingers, and said in a weird tone:

   "My holy light is shaking, and there must be a dark force nearby. I believe in Shaw's ability, but maybe we should go back another way."

   "Don't make a fuss, Varian."

   Sitting across from the little king is Anduin Lothar, who is wearing a loose long-distance runner. The old marshal seems to have recovered after several months of training.

   But his left arm was a little stiff in action, which was a "memorial" left for him after the Battle of the Burning Steppes.

   For a warrior of his age, it is basically difficult to fully recover from such an injury, and the arm injury severely reduces Lothar's destructive power in battle.

  Compared to Lothar in military uniform, the marshal in robe at this time is more like a gentle old man.

  He would have just returned from a visit to the Westfall with little Varian, and the rebuilding of the farm over there was as smooth as the rebuilding of Stormwind.

  The creative Mason Brotherhood will build Stormwind City into majesty, and the farmers who have returned to peace are also confident to start a new life.

   The whole country was in such a postwar thriving.

   But Lothar, who finally achieved peace with his own hands, had troubles during this time. Leaning on the seat of the carriage, he said to Varian, who looked like his own child in front of him:

   "I'm sorry, it's all because of me, an old man who doesn't want to bow his head, that the recent security situation in Elwynn Forest and Stormwind City, which is being rebuilt, has become so bad."

   "How can this be your fault?"

   Varian shook his head, he said to his adoptive father seriously:

   "Those people, for despicable purposes, forced you to hand over the sword of the emperor in your hand. Such behavior makes people feel shame. I will not bow to them!

  You can stay in the Kingdom of Stormwind with peace of mind. All the citizens of this country and I will do our best to protect you.

  We are ready.”

   "What to prepare?"

  Lothar laughed, looked at Varian, and said:

   "Are you ready for war?

  No, Varian, I'm not old enough to need a child to protect me! I also don't want to see the peace that just came broken by a stupid civil war because of me.

   I have made up my mind.

   A month later, I will be leaving for the northern border, and I will go back with Stromka, as they wish, to set foot on the battlefield of their choice. "

   "You can't go!"

   Varian got up suddenly, and he said with a serious expression:

   "I won't allow it!

   I have lost a father and I can't lose any more if you have to go back. I want to go back with you and face those ambitious people together. "

   Varian's reaction made Lothar's eyes feel relieved. Although the child in front of him has already embarked on the path guided by the Holy Light, his character is still an unyielding and tenacious warrior.

   Warrior

What kind of warrior is   ?

   Is it blood rage and revenge, a master of weapons, or a berserker?

neither.

   As long as there is still the will to fight burning in the heart, as long as you are unyielding in the face of strong enemies, then you can call yourself a warrior, and everyone can become a warrior.

  When hope is trampled, when beauty is tarnished, and when the future is threatened, everyone can utter a battle cry, draw a sword, and set foot on the battlefield as a warrior.

   "This is not a choice a king should make, Varian."

  Lothar shook his head and looked out the window at the passing forest. He said:

   "Your country needs you more than I do, you can't leave them behind at this moment, you have to lead them to rebuild their homeland. I have heard someone say that the true wisdom of being a king is to awaken the courage in the hearts of the people.

   By this standard, you've done well this time.

   Don't give up halfway because of me. "

   "This is really not the choice the king should make, Your Excellency Marshal."

  Varian gave a sly smile and said:

   "But as a reserve paladin, I should have gone to the northern border to be baptized by His Holiness the Pope in order to become an official guardian of the Holy Light.

   Besides, Princess Calia is about to get married.

   You know, I have always regarded her as my family. And King Terenas, whom I regard as my elder, wants me to attend as King of Stormwind.

   Her wedding to Lord Davar, I cannot be absent.

   So whether you want me to go with you or not, I must go to the northern border, in the name of the king, in the name of faith, in the name of my relatives. "

   The little king had a holy light floating in his hand. He changed his serious expression and said to Lothar in front of him:

   "One last point, the relic of Orgrim Doomhammer, the legendary "Doomhammer" of the Orcs is not safe in the Kingdom of Stormwind.

  Shore has submitted secret reports to me several times, and there is a group of orcs left in Blackrock Mountain who call themselves the 'Orthodox Tribe'.

   Just by the name, Doomhammer has a symbolic meaning to them.

  For the safety of my citizens at the border, I must send it to the northern border as soon as possible, and hand it over to the mages in Dalaran for safekeeping. "

   Having said this, the little king took a peek at Lothar, and whispered:

   "Originally, the countries of the northern border also requested that Orgrim's head be sent there as an inspirational item, but"

   "But I burned the orc's body."

  Lothar laughed and said:

   "All they can get is a jar of ashes. Well, well, you scheming child, you've convinced me, then you can go with me.

   Take that warhammer and Orgrim's urn to the north and give it to the mages.

   But you have to promise me one thing. "

The old marshal    looked at Varian, and he said in a solemn and solemn voice:

   "If things don't go well, when I let you go, you must leave immediately! I'll tell Bolvar and Shore about this too, and I'll let them watch over you.

  I appreciate your kindness, child.

   But this is the danger I have to face, this is my last battle, and the trial that I must complete as a warrior.

  You can't deprive me of my warrior honor in the name of my goodness!

  You can't persuade me to surrender without a fight, and you can't even lead me to flee in a hurry. I ran away once, and at that time I swore that I would never run away again.

  After this battle, whether I am still here or not, I will have a place in the Hall of Valor.

   If I am unfortunately gone, don't be sad for me.

   Say goodbye to me with a smile.

  I will join my ancestors in the glorious warrior temple, praying for the future of you and your country, and the entire human kingdoms. I will promise you when you need me.

   I will definitely be back. "

After   , Lothar closed his eyes, and in the swaying carriage, he said softly:

   "They longed to see a battered Lothar, expected to see a lost Lothar, wanted to see an old warrior's spine broken by reality.

   I will not let them down.

  I will let them see me.

   The sword-wielding Lothar, the angry Lothar, the roaring Lothar, the unyielding Lothar warriors will never walk gently into that good night, we will only step into heaven with a laugh in the fear of the enemy. "

   Varian clenched his fists across from Lothar.

   His holy light is not as docile as the holy light of other paladins or priests. It is like a flame, and the holy light is burning like the anger of a warrior.

   This is almost doomed Varian Wrynn to not become an orthodox paladin.

   But it doesn't matter.

   Mathias Shaw, who was waiting outside the Storm Fortress, brought good news to the little king and the old marshal when the carriage swayed and arrived at Stormwind City, which had not yet been rebuilt.

   "Your Majesty, and the Marshal, Ironforge has sent a letter.

  Bronzebeard Prince Muradin Bronzebeard and Wildhammer Prince Falstad Wildhammer requested to volunteer to be the temporary guards of Marshal Lothar to **** him to the northern border.

  Master Antonidas of Dalaran also sent the message to the Royal Mage, His Excellency Marin.

   He declares that Dalaran will always embrace Marshal Lothar, and invites you to live in the city of magic when you return to the North.

   And the elves of Quel'Thalas are also preparing a escort, commanded by Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, who is responsible for Marshal Lothar's security in Dalaran.

   It is also reported that His Majesty, King Daelin of Kul Tiras, has dispatched a fleet of three battleships carrying Tide Sages to Stormwind City as an **** for the Marshal. "

  Shor looked at the surprised King Varian, and then at the old marshal with a complicated expression.

   He said softly:

   "Finally, my grandmother, who is retired but can't sit still, is willing to accompany you to northern Xinjiang as your personal advisor."

  Lothar's lips moved.

   Finally, he whispered:

   "Then. Thank you all."

   "A true warrior does not walk alone, Marshal."

   The little king said in a joyful voice:

   "Let alone walking with a true hero, who would refuse such glory? Let's get ready to go far, and those scumbags in the dark will surely be taken aback by this scene.

   I'm already looking forward to the look on their faces when they see your army come on stage, hehe, that must be interesting. "

   (end of this chapter)