Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 445 154. Facing the danger with a smile

"Big brother, why don't you go home when you come back? And what's the matter with your outfit? Wow, this thing is so powerful, it will still stare at me!"

In the Kingdom of Stormwind, in the town of Gold, in a campsite in the Erwin Forest, Miss Althea Eber Locke, who was escorted by the family guards, saw her big brother from a distance.

He has been away from home for half a year.

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

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

As soon as Kanrethad reached out, he pushed his sister's fingers away.

His original intention was to protect his ignorant sister. There is a lot of evil energy in this jewelry, which will corrode the skin once touched.

But the indifference and ferocity cultivated on the ship, coupled with the dark aura of a warlock, and the rough action just now, all of a sudden frightened the excited Althea.

The little girl froze on the spot, biting her lip, feeling that her big brother seemed very strange, and soon, her big eyes were filled with tears.

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

Ok.

A quirky, patterned egg.

"This is a very interesting thing. I found it after searching in the sea outside Rogue Harbor most of the night. Take it back and put it in the water. Remember to change the water for it. It will hatch into a little murloc in two or three days."

The skinny boy said to his sister:

"I specially asked First Officer Sefiel to release a time magic for it, so that it won't grow into an ugly like a big murloc, but will only maintain a very small and cute state.

There is a treasure hunting murloc next to the captain, which has magical abilities.

All in all, you'll love it. "

"Murloc? Eh, so ugly!"

The child's temper came and went quickly. Seeing the big brother coaxing her to be happy, the little girl soon burst into laughter. She said nasty words, but she still held the murloc egg in her arms.

Looking at the big brother's outfit again, he said curiously:

"Didn't you go off to be a pirate, big brother? Why did you become a magician again?"

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

Kanrethad bragged to his sister:

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

How have you been at home lately?

that old thing.

I mean, is father nice to you? "

"It's okay."

Althea pouted and replied:

"The day my father came back, he took me back from the refugee camp. I have been living in the town of gold for a while, and my father said that the Twilight Forest is too dangerous.

He treats me very well, even the woman from northern Xinjiang he brought back, the servants at home don't like her, and neither do I. I don't like her either.

She wants to drive me away. "

The little girl complained to the big brother in a low voice:

"She hypocritically said that she would send me to live in Stormwind City, but the vagrant grandpa quietly told me that that woman was planning 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 would be used as our family's private property, and sent guards to drive out the refugees there, and there was almost a fight.

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 need to worry about this, Big Brother will help you.

Let's go, today I will take you to play in the wild west. I heard that there are many people who came from Beijiang settled there, and it must be very lively to rebuild the farm or something. "

While speaking, the skinny boy cast a magic spell, and amidst the tumbling evil flames, a hell horse with four burning hooves neighed and ran out of the portal, and the little girl who watched screamed loudly.

They were picked up by the big brother and put on the saddle. The two ignored the guards chasing after them and ran towards the Xiquan Fortress.

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

"In the future, if someone bullies you, take this thing and go to the old city of Stormwind, where a tavern called 'Pig and Whistle' is about to open.

Go there and find the tavernkeeper and tell him what happened.

They'll protect you when I'm not around. Remember? "

Little Althea took a peek at the thing in her hand, and found that it was a newly minted gold coin with beautiful patterns on it. On the front was a crow with a dagger in its mouth, and on the back was a skull with a blindfold.

There are two Hidden Blades staggered under the skeleton.

She was not old enough to understand the meaning of this symbol, but the Assassins of Ravenholdt certainly did, it was the symbol of Master Assassin Lord Bu Laike's faction of the Uncrowned.

Gold coins represent the status of distinguished guests and respond to requests.

Just as the two brothers and sisters were running through the Erwin forest, on the path in the forest, in a low-key black carriage, the little king Varian Wrynn, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the beating golden flash on his finger, and said in a strange tone:

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

"Don't make a fuss, Varian."

Sitting opposite the little king was Anduin Lothar, who was wearing loose long-distance running clothes. The old marshal seemed to have recovered his health after several months of recuperation.

But his left arm was a little stiff when he moved, which was the "commemoration" left for him after the Battle of the Burning Plains.

A fighter of his age, having suffered such an injury, it is basically difficult to fully recover, and the arm injury severely reduced Lothar's destructive power in battle.

Compared with Lothar in military uniform, the marshal in robes at this time looked more like a gentle old man.

He and Little Varian had just returned from an inspection tour of the Westfall. The farms there had been rebuilt very smoothly, just as smoothly as the rebuilding of Stormwind City.

The Brotherhood of Masons, full of creativity, wanted to build Stormwind into a majestic and majestic city, and the farmers who had returned to peace started a new life with confidence.

The whole country is in such a post-war boom.

However, Lothar, who finally achieved peace with his own hands, also had troubles during this period. He leaned on the seat of the carriage and said to Varian who looked at him as if he were his own child:

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

"How can this be your mistake?"

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

"Those people forced you to hand over the emperor's sword in your hands for despicable purposes. Such behavior makes people feel shameful. I will not bow to them!

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

We're ready."

"What preparation?"

Lothar laughed, he looked at Varian, and said:

"Preparation for war?

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

I have made up my mind.

A month later, I will set off to return to the northern border, and I will take Stromkar back with me, as they wish, and set foot on the battlefield chosen by them. "

"You can't go!"

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

"I won't allow it!

I've lost a father and I can't lose another if you have to go back. I want to go back with you and face those careerists together. "

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

warrior

What exactly is a fighter?

Blood Rage and Vengeance, Weapon Master, or Berserker?

neither.

As long as you still have the will to fight burning in your heart, as long as you are unyielding in the face of a strong enemy, then you can call yourself a warrior, and everyone can be a warrior.

When hope is trampled upon, beauty is tarnished, and the future is threatened, everyone can utter a battle cry, draw their swords, and step onto the battlefield as a soldier.

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

Lothar shook his head, looked out the window at the forest passing by, he said:

"Your country needs you more than me. You cannot abandon them at this moment. You have to lead them to rebuild their homes. I have heard someone say that the real wisdom of being a king is to awaken the courage in the hearts of the people.

By that standard, you've been doing pretty well for a while.

Don't give up halfway because of me. "

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

Varian gave a sly smile and said:

"But as a reserve paladin, I was supposed to go to the northern border and be baptized by the Pope in order to become an official guardian of the holy light.

What's more, Princess Jialia is about to get married.

You know, I've always considered her my family. And King Terenas, whom I regard as my elder, wants me to attend as the king of the Stormwind Kingdom.

I cannot be absent from her wedding with Lord Daval.

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

Holy light floated in the hands of the little king, he changed his serious expression, and said to Lothar in front of him:

"And one last point, the relic of Orgrim Doomhammer, it's not safe to put the 'Doomhammer' in the orc legend in the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Shaw has submitted secret reports to me several times. There is still a group of remaining orcs in Black Rock Mountain. They call themselves the 'Orthodox Tribe'.

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

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

Having said that, the little king glanced at Lothar secretly, and said in a low voice:

"Originally, the northern border countries also requested to send Orgrim's head as an inspirational item, but"

"But I burned the orc's body."

Losa laughed and said:

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

Take that hammer 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 serious voice:

"If things are not good, when I let you go, you must leave immediately! I will also tell Bovar and Shaw about this, and I will let them watch you.

I appreciate your kindness, boy.

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

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

You can't persuade me to surrender without a fight, let alone take me to flee in a hurry. I escaped once, and I swore at that time that I would never run away again.

After this battle, whether I am still alive or not, there will always be a place for me in the Hall of Valor.

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

Say goodbye to me with a smile.

Together with my ancestors, I will pray for you, your country, and the future of the entire human kingdom in that glorious warrior temple. I will promise you, when you need me.

I will definitely be back. "

After finishing speaking, Lothar closed his eyes, and in the shaking carriage, he said softly:

"They are eager to see a embarrassed Lothar, looking forward to seeing a Lothar who has lost his courage, and want to witness the backbone of an old soldier being interrupted by reality.

I will not let them down.

I will let them see me.

Lothar with the sword, Lothar who is angry, Lothar who is roaring, and Lothar who is unyielding. Warriors will never walk into that good night gently. We will only step into heaven with a smile in the fear of the enemy. "

Opposite Lothar, Varian clenched his fists.

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

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

But that's okay too.

When the carriage arrived at the unreconstructed Stormwind City, Mathias Shaw, who was waiting outside the Storm Fortress, brought good news to the little king and the old marshal.

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

Bronzebeard Prince Muradin Bronzebeard and Wildhammer Prince Falstad Wildhammer requested to volunteer as Marshal Lothar's temporary guard and escort him to the northern border.

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

He declares that Dalaran will always welcome Marshal Lothar, and invites you to live in the magical city when you return to the northern borders.

The elves of Quel'Thalas are also preparing a guard team, commanded by Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, responsible for the safety of Marshal Lothar in Dalaran.

There is also news that His Majesty King Dailin of Kul Tiras has sent a fleet of three battleships carrying tidesages to Stormwind City to escort the Marshal. "

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

He said softly:

"Finally, my grandma, who has retired but has never been free, is also willing to accompany you to northern Xinjiang as your personal consultant."

Lothar's lips moved.

Finally, he said softly:

"Then. Thank you everyone."

"A true soldier never walks alone, Marshal."

The little king said in a joyful voice:

"Not to mention walking with a real hero, who would refuse such an honor? Let's prepare to travel, those scumbags in the dark will definitely be shocked by this scene.

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

(end of this chapter)