Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 523 76. It's all the stinky brother's task [410]

  Two hours later, Varian, who changed his armor and wore a long hood to cover his body, headed to Dalaran's famous "Fighting" holy underground waterway on time, led by the cheerful little Arthas.

   A dignified king of a country, it is a very rude thing to go into the sewers.

   But the problem is, Varian had to come.

   As he looked at the deserted street, he said to Shaw who was accompanying him:

   "You are sure that Ms. Fenna is really His Majesty Daelin."

   "Well, a lot of fragmented information proves this."

   A strange smile appeared in Shaw's eyes, and he said in his calm voice:

   "Therefore, this private duel is undoubtedly a very important diplomatic event, Your Majesty. Please take it seriously. If possible, please use your masculine charm to conquer Ms. Fenna.

   This half-elf's origins are much bigger than you know by now.

  Trust me, if she can become your queen, it will definitely be a great deal for our kingdom that is waiting to be rebuilt. "

   "No, Shore!"

  Varian said in a more troubled tone:

   "As the head of the intelligence department, please don't be so concerned about my private life!

   We've talked about this many times along the way. I already have a place in my heart and Miss Tiffin Allian will be my queen, and we need not discuss that at all. "

   "Ms. Tiffin was with you when she was in the northern border. Her appearance, character, and dealing with people were first-rate. Her family is also well-connected in Stormwind Kingdom, and she is indeed the perfect queen candidate.

  Especially after you brought her several times to meet with representatives from all walks of life in the country, no one can change this fact. "

   Shore said softly:

   "But you are a king, my majesty.

  You can have many lovers, which is the prerogative of the king, especially when your lover can bring great benefits to the kingdom, and it is also an 'optional way' of devotion to your beloved country. "

   "Save my country with the lower body? No, Shore, neither my country nor myself have fallen to this level."

   The sixteen-year-old young king replied with a stern face.

   "Yes, Varian is not that kind of person!"

   Eleven-year-old Alsace also helped.

   The height of this child has jumped abruptly in the past half a year, probably due to the excellent family blood, so that Alsace now looks almost as tall as an ordinary young man.

   He was also wearing a ceremonial armor, as if to support the scene for Varian Wrynn, who he regarded as his big brother, and deliberately carried a large, resolute and simple-looking warhammer on his back.

  The little prince also has the Holy Light shining on him, which means that he has also studied the way of the Holy Light.

  He will raise his head and retort to Shore plausibly:

   "Varian and I will be baptized together in a few days by His Crown, he will be an honorable paladin, and I will be a recruit of the Silver Hand.

   The Light will never promote such indecent behavior!

   Besides, if Varian really wanted to use himself as a bargaining chip to help Stormwind Kingdom, why would there be that arrogant half-elf? My father had already married my sister to him. "

   "You're talking nonsense too!"

  Varian reached out and knocked on Arthas' forehead, stopping the babble of the innocent child.

   Seeing that he was about to enter the sewer, Varian asked softly:

   "In twenty days, it will be the wedding of Calia and Lord Dawar. Is everything ready?"

   "Well, Lordaeron City has been largely rebuilt, and a new palace has been specially built in the palace as a wedding hall, which is paid by Lord Davar."

  Alsace said a little depressedly:

   "Luxury is very luxurious. My sister and my father are looking forward to it. The nobles also think that this is a powerful alliance. But it is too noisy there, which seriously disturbs my study of the way of the Holy Light.

   So I was living in Dalaran a month ago. "

   "But you don't seem very happy."

   Varian asked:

   "Do you have any opinion on this marriage?"

   "No problem, as long as my sister likes it."

   Arthas looked left and right, lowered his voice and said:

   "But I always feel that Lord Davar is a little gloomy.

  Although everyone respects him very much, and the royal father also relies heavily on him, but when I listened to some old nobles chatting, they said that my sister's marriage was actually a standard political marriage.

  My father wanted to support the Prestor family, which is very powerful in Alterac, through marriage, so that Alterac could become a vassal of Lordaeron.

   Maybe in a few years, there will be a new province in Lordaeron.

   It makes me feel bad, maybe my sister deserves better. "

   "There's nothing better."

  Shore chimed in and said:

   "Judging from the current situation in Lordaeron and Alterac, the decision made by King Tenaris is perfect.

   What's more, Princess Calia loves Lord Dawar deeply. Although the age gap between the two is a little big, it is already a very good result for a political marriage. "

   "His daughters are the same age as my sister!"

   Alsace whispered:

   "And I can't always get close to him, and I don't know why, but I'm always uncomfortable around Lord Davar."

   "Okay, let's stop talking about this, you have to accept this reality."

   Varian shook his head. When he stepped on the sewer stairs, he smelled a strong smell of blood and frowned and asked:

   "Did a massacre just happen here?"

   "It's a fight!"

   Talking about this, little Alsace got excited.

   He enthusiastically described to Varian the epic fight in the sewers last night, saying:

   "I wanted to run over to watch the fun, but General Nathanos, who served as my temporary escort, did not allow me to come out, because there were other things in the city last night, and it was very lively anyway.

   It is said that nearly 100 little wizards were imprisoned in Violet Prison last night. The same number of mages are now being treated in the emergency department, and even the High Knight Turalyon was there to help this morning.

   Although I had heard from Jaina long ago that Dalaran's little wizards have this 'tradition', this is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes, and it's amazing. "

   "That is, two hundred against ten?"

  Varian widened his eyes and sighed:

   "Is the warlock school of Nar'Thalas College so strong? I really can't figure it out, how could this twenty-fold advantage in numbers be such a bad battle?"

   "That academy is very powerful."

  Little Alsace says:

   "I went to the ceremony where Dalaran greeted them.

  Their golems are very handsome, and I heard that it is a famous school for thousands of years. Their dean's lady once served Queen Azshara of the Elf Empire.

   They held a magic lecture today, and several royal mages from Lordaeron made a special trip to bring their disciples over to listen. It is said that the prince on the elves also went to listen.

   Well, why are there so many people here!

   Isn't it good for private competitions? "

   In the exclamation of Arthas, Varian glanced up at the arena of the sewer in front of him.

  The well-prepared Fenna Jinjian was wearing a suit of weird armor, holding an axe and spear shaped by black ice, standing there with his hips on his hips in the cold air.

   She also held a dueling flag in her hand.

The    was surrounded by magical brilliance, and besides Fenna, there were a lot of people standing around the arena, about seven or eight.

   "Is that. Little Jaina?"

  Varian recognized an acquaintance. It was indeed Little Jaina. She and Ellie would be watching the fun with Little Xingxing.

   Next to the "Lezi" trio, there was a lady in black, holding a scripture, and Nathanos Maris, who was pulled over by Fenna to be the referee.

  Fina's human child, the local "Snake" Caitlin Luinwevor, of course, will not miss this good show.

  Shore raised his head and looked left and right.

   Above the crowd, on the edge of a long-stopped sewage outlet, although there seemed to be no one there, Shaw was sure that some stinky pirate who liked to watch the fun must be hiding there.

   "What creature is that?"

   When little Arthas saw Jaina, he immediately straightened his back. He was going to chat with Jaina, but he saw a strange creature sitting next to General Nathanos with a sullen face.

  A bear with steel claws that walks upright!

   "That's the Bearman, the creature of Northrend."

  Shore explained:

   "According to our information, he is the **** of the Nar'Thalas College delegation. It is said that he is a rare 'Spirit Warrior'. It is probably specially arranged to prevent the duel from becoming a critical situation."

   "Well, a very powerful creature."

  Varian commented.

   He wore a long hood and walked down the arena without fear. Arthas handed him the warhammer behind him and whispered;

   "The thing in the elf's hand looks like a very powerful magic item. This machine is bullying. You use this! This is the warhammer blessed by my mentor, the Great Knight Uther, and it was also used by my grandfather."

   "Is it the 'Power of Menethil'?"

   Varian took the heavy hammer and held it in both hands, saying:

   "This is a symbol of the strength of the Menethil family. You just brought it out like this. Your father won't say anything?"

   "He doesn't know."

   Arthas grinned and said:

   "He's been busy with his sister's marriage recently. Besides, I'm going to become a glorious Paladin, and sooner or later I should take over this warhammer.

   Go, Varian.

   Use the symbol of my family to teach that arrogant elf a lesson and show her the bravery of the Holy Light! "

   After saying that, the little prince straightened his armor majestically, dropped Varian, and walked quickly towards Jaina.

   "You're here, it's good, you're not a coward after all."

  Fina laughed when she saw Varian take off his hood and walk in front of him with the shining warhammer in hand, and threw the dueling flag in front of him.

   An arc-shaped magic circle was released, including the entire circumference of the arena.

   This represents the beginning of the duel ritual.

   The effect of this magic circle is: Before the winner is determined, others cannot interfere in the battle between the two, and actions such as blessing, healing, magic effects, etc. are prohibited.

   Nathanos, who was waiting on an old chest, also stood up.

   He spread his hands, rolled his eyes, and announced in a helpless and unnerving tone:

   "I will preside over the duel ceremony today.

   Apparently because this would make me bored right now and have nothing else important to do. Anyway, the private duel between Finna Goldsword and Varian Wrynn is about to begin.

  The two young men will bet on their own paths of strength and fight for their own beliefs!

   This is a friendly match.

   So the rules are very simple, one game determines the winner.

   We have here a great priest, a **** warrior who is responsible for suspending possible mortal wounds at critical moments, and 'representatives' from the Tirisfal Council and Nar'Thalas College to notarize.

  If there is no objection, I will declare the duel to begin.

   Is there any objection? "

   He looked around for a week, and no one raised any objections.

  Shore had disappeared, and Fenna and Varian were both ready for battle.

   "Then, the duel begins."

   Nathanos waved his hand down, and Fenna immediately picked up the axe and spear and launched a majestic charge towards Varian, with a confident smile under her helmet.

   She didn't think the young Varian could hold back her surprise attack.

  Although he didn't understand why the stinky brother wanted to provoke the young king himself, she liked fighting very much, and Blake gave her an offer she couldn't refuse.

   So, all this is just the task of the stinky brother.

"boom"

The black ice halberd swung by Fenna charged with a standard and swift fatal blow, roaring and smashing at Varian, with a huge range of motion, wrapped in anger and slamming, she tried to scare the young man in this way, Win without a fight.

   But the latter's reaction was unusually calm, raising the warhammer in his hand at the right time.

  As the holy light shone, this deadly blow with a deterrent effect greater than its actual meaning was perfectly blocked.

In the open battle and duel barrier in the sewer, the beating blood-red anger collided with the golden holy light and dissipated in an instant. Facing Fina's stunned face, Varian raised his head, and the young eyes also floated. With a raging fighting spirit.

   "Don't underestimate me, Ms. Fenna, and don't try to scare me with this old-fashioned way of dealing with newbies.

   Although not as outstanding as you are, I am also a veteran who has fought with orcs. Before being baptized by the Holy Light, it was an honor to play against an Alliance hero. "

   Fenna didn't answer.

   She is very silent in battle, which is the ruthless virtue a warrior should have.

The next second after the    Mortal Strike was blocked, Fenna reversed the axe and spear in her hand, used the sharp tail of the weapon to make an impact, and struck forward with a more ferocious blow.

  Varian's response was to raise his left hand, and a hot and sharp holy light pierced the elven warrior in front of him like a sword.

   In the sound of the clashing weapons, Fenna's raid came back without success, and the unsheathed holy light left a scratch under her helmet, as if a real sword had swept across the helmet.

right!

That's it!

   This is interesting!

   The lightness and indifference in Fenna's eyes were thrown away, bloodshots appeared in her big eyes, and the anger surrounding her rolled back and beat around her like a sea tide.

   She recognized the young king in front of her, she was about to get serious.

   I wish he could hold out a little longer.

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   "I really don't understand, what's the point of you going out of your way to arrange this battle?"

  Beside the sewage outlet above the arena, Shaw leaned against the wall that was not dirty, looked at the battle below, and said to Blake, who was hiding and smoking a pipe:

   "Do you really intend to make your sister the queen of Stormwind Kingdom?"

   "What a joke!"

   Black pouted and said:

   "If Daelin hears you, Varian will be beaten up tonight. Don't think about it, I just want to see your King's Majesty's accomplishments and talents in the Path of Light.

   I'm very interested in his future and I'm curious.

   Besides, I didn't really bother, my sister is really good at 'getting along'. I doubt that I can easily sell her, and she will happily count the money for me. "

   "Then I'll ask one more question."

   Shore says:

   "Your 'curiosity' about my loyal king, the kind of Jaina Proudmoore? Or the kind of Orgrim Doomhammer?"

"neither."

  The pirate thought about it and answered with a metaphor:

   "It's the kind of opening a 'blind box'.

   He is my 'puzzle', a factor beyond my comprehension and control, and I would love to try to predict the answer. So, be quiet and don't interfere with my enjoyment of the battle of Light and Fury, okay?

   If you talk nonsense again, I will beat you up!

  If your king performs well, I will give him a 'reward'.

   In addition, do me a favor, go down and let that little puppy of Alsace stay away from Jaina! He still has a chance to escape before I turn him into the little princess 'Myershalas' myself.

   I’m serious, no kidding. "

   (end of this chapter)