Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 653 206. Hey, little prince, welcome to the angry world

The night in Stratholme was cool.

In the place where Alsace lived, Varian Wrynn, who had become an official member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, was comforting his frustrated little brother Alsace.

There was a sense of reproach in his tone:

"I asked Your Majesty about the specific situation, and Your Majesty told me that it wasn't the Holy Light that abandoned you, but that you voluntarily gave up the call of the Holy Light. I know that knowing the truth makes you feel disappointed, but such a choice is too reckless .

You are punishing yourself for the mistakes of others, and you are wasting your extraordinary talents. "

"Then what else can I do?"

Alsace sat on the chair, the eleven-year-old child looked very depressed.

He seemed to have grown up a lot in one day, looked up at Varian, facing this man who was like a big brother, he didn't hide the pain in his heart.

said in a hoarse voice:

"That is the holy light that represents justice. It was the power that I was determined to pursue when I was a child, but now there is darkness in my heart.

I am not qualified to touch it anymore.

Grandpa Faol asked me if I could stick to the justice in my heart?

I can't answer him, I can't even answer such a simple question, how can I claim to be a pursuer of justice under the light of the Holy Light? "

This slightly old-fashioned and stubborn answer gave Varian a headache.

He whispered:

"My intelligence chief told me that a friend of his had prophesied your fate, saying that your extreme and stubborn personality would get you into irreparable trouble sooner or later.

His prophecy was really accurate.

It seems that I can't convince you anymore, maybe I should send you back to Lordaeron City, let you and your father have a conversation between father and son. "

"No! I'm not going back."

Alsace said aloud:

"I can't face him now, I hate what he did to Marshal Lothar, but he is my father after all, I am conflicted, Varian, let me stay here alone.

It may take me a long time to unravel myself.

I... I might go out for a walk, just me, don't they all say that when traveling alone, they can always think through a lot of things? "

This answer made Varian frowned. He looked around and whispered:

"You're going to find little Jaina, aren't you? You want to seek wisdom from her?"

"Probably."

Alsace turned his face away, and said in a strange tone:

"It's not necessarily to find her, but I don't have many friends, as you know."

"I advise you better not to do that."

Mathias Shaw, the leader of SI7 who appeared quietly behind Varian, handed a briefing on the specific situation of the Gilneas naval battle to his Majesty the King, and said to Alsace in a strange tone :

"I heard that Miss Jaina is undergoing special magic training, and I may not be able to spare the time to see you. In addition, a very dangerous person is not happy to see too much contact between you and Miss Jaina.

Believe me, you wouldn't want to mess with him now.

And for your current problem, I, the humble one, actually have a little suggestion. "

Having said that, Xiao Er suddenly shut up again.

Alsace was puzzled for a while, and he asked back:

"Didn't you say you have suggestions for me? Your Excellency Shaw."

"Yes, I have a suggestion, but I don't have to choose to tell you."

Shaw grinned a fleeting smile, his expression became serious, and he said to Arthas and Varian:

"As an assassin who walks in the dark, I am naturally not qualified to comment on the sacred affairs of the holy light and faith, but if His Royal Highness Alsace just wants to go for a walk alone and relax, I have a great proposal for you. you.

Maybe you can talk to Grand Knight Fording.

Although they kept the secrecy very well, based on my observations and guesses about the transfer of various materials and personnel within the Church of the Holy Light, I suspect that they are likely to have a big operation in the near future.

Perhaps you too should join it as a reserve knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Perhaps in this service to the Light you can truly understand the relationship between power and its master.

Let me say something that may be presumptuous.

I agree with my majesty's evaluation of you, Your Highness Alsace.

Your choice today seems childish to me. After all, power itself has no good or evil, and power itself does not define what is 'justice'.

The only one who can define this concept is you.

And giving up your talent so recklessly will have no effect other than making yourself uncomfortable, and I don't think His Majesty Terenas will change his behavior because of your choice.

He was a king first and a father second.

It's the exact opposite of Marshal Lothar. "

"Indeed, although Xiao Er's words were harsh, what he said was not wrong."

Varian also sighed, glanced at the military briefing in his hand, and said to Alsace in front of him:

"But who made you a child?

What kind of stupid things a child does can be forgiven. His Majesty said that as long as you renew your resolve and go through the ceremony of sincerely calling for the Holy Light, maybe within a year or two, you can return to the level of resonance with the Holy Light before.

You are truly gifted on the Path of the Light.

Think it over, Arthas.

I will not come to accompany you tomorrow, and I should set off for my country tomorrow afternoon. If your stay in the northern border is really uncomfortable, the Kingdom of Stormwind welcomes you at any time.

Just like when I encountered misfortune, His Majesty Terenas generously helped me to regard Lordaeron as my second home. Stormwind Kingdom can also become your second home. "

"Well, I will definitely go."

Alsace said seriously and earnestly:

"I'm going there to become Marshal Lothar's guard, and like you, I want to become the 'Son of Lothar', so that I can pay off the heavy sins owed to him by the Menethil family.

Also, take this thing with you. "

The little prince pointed to the square-headed, simple-minded, majestic long-handled warhammer with the emblem of the Menethil family engraved on it. He sighed and said to Varian:

"Before I performed the baptism ceremony, my father specially invited the craftsmen of Ironforge to strengthen it once with precious light-forged steel. Now it has a strong affinity with the holy light, and it is a weapon that belongs to the paladins.

But I don't want to use it anymore.

I don't even want to touch it anymore.

Take him with you, Varian, it suits you better, consider it my gift to you as an honorable paladin.

You fought Ms. Fenner with it before, and it might like you a lot. "

"I can't just take it away, it's your family heirloom."

Varian does love the warhammer that works so well, but he's a man with a limit, and he doesn't steal from his friends.

He immediately refused.

However, Shaw, who was behind him, coughed and whispered a few words in Varian's ear. The young king hesitated for a moment, and took out a strangely shaped two-handed epee from his luggage.

Its sword guard is shaped into a red double-winged heart shape, and while the double-edged sword is covered with sharp teeth, it also creates a strange shape of a beast roaring above the blade.

That thing is like a barb, which not only strengthens the armor-piercing, but also the terrifying blade will definitely make the enemy feel heartbroken.

"This sword is an inheritance from the Wrynn family. My grandfather and my father both used it."

Varian held the sword in both hands, handed it to Arthas, and said:

"It's called."

"The Holy Sword of the Lion Heart! Warriors will also call it the 'Lion Heart Slayer', I know its name."

Alsace reached out and stroked the cold sword with exaggerated blood grooves in front of him, he said:

"This is a weapon that truly belongs to warriors. It is said that it was forged by Modimus Anvilmar, King of the Mountain, for the first king of Stormwind.

The dwarves fortified it with elemental powers.

It is said that the warrior holding this sword will never feel fear like the lion king, and every time he drinks blood, it will feed back the warrior's violent power.

It has witnessed the establishment, rise, decline and rebirth of the Kingdom of Stormwind. "

"No, the power of the Lionheart Blade is not as exaggerated as rumored, but it is indeed a good sword. Because of this, I decided to give it to you, Arthas."

Varian said softly in a tone full of hope and blessing:

"I hope this sword can witness you, just like it has witnessed my country and family inheritance. Life will always have ups and downs, but as long as you are not defeated by disasters, you will always reach the peak one day.

Besides, I can't take away your family inheritance from you without paying.

Think of it as an exchange.

Let the two weapons witness our friendship, growth and future. "

"it is good!"

Arthas felt Varian's care and expectation.

He took the warrior's blade, which was very violent in appearance, without hesitation, and handed his Menethil Power Hammer to Varian.

He watched Varian leave his residence accompanied by Shaw, disappear into the city under the summer moonlight, and reached out to caress the Lionheart Blade in his hand.

In addition to the pain in his heart, there is also a touch of unspeakable anger.

It wasn't aimed at a certain person, but rather angry at that incident itself, but he didn't know who to swing his sword at, as if there was a huge, invisible monster that exuded malice and stale aura blocking him.

That is an enemy that cannot be dealt with by weapons.

That is not a battlefield of staggered forces, but it is also extremely dangerous.

Arthas felt a fire of anger burning in his heart, and he had to let it out before that flame consumed his sanity.

A few minutes later, Alsace, wearing light armor, strode out of the residence with the Lionheart Blade on his back. His loyal guards wanted to follow, but the prince refused:

"Don't follow, Marvin, and Farric, I'm just going to find the Grand Knight. Don't bother me, let me be quiet."

He said to look for the great knight, but Alsace was obviously walking towards the training ground of the Church of the Holy Light. The two royal guards looked at each other, put on their weapons, and quietly followed.

His Royal Highness is just too uncomfortable. He is a young man, and children's emotions are always so changeable.

Besides, they couldn't just let him walk alone at night because of the prince's order. If something happened, they would have to kill themselves and apologize.

But after the two guards secretly followed Alsace to the training ground, they were shocked to find that His Royal Highness was slashing at the training dummy there with the Lion Heart Blade.

He slashed and roared.

It seems to express the depression and anger in my heart in this way.

But if it's just like this, it's fine. The problem is that when the prince slashed at the training dummy with his sword, a power completely different from that of the Holy Light was surging from his body.

That is flame.

The flames projected on the material world with spiritual power are as red as blood, blooming fiercely, with a mixture of cold killing intent and violent anger, like a group of flames that want to burn all dark things.

"Is that anger?"

The two guards, who are high-ranking fighters, looked at each other and I looked at you. They both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

This little prince of his own is really a genius.

As soon as he voluntarily gave up the holy light in the morning, he was favored by the power of anger at night. It took him many years to find out the anger stimulation that low-level fighters had, but he mastered it in just a few minutes.

There must be a lot of blazing anger in his heart right now, and the two royal guards didn't dare to think about who this anger was directed at, nor did they want to think about it.

"It's late at night, don't go to bed! Why are you yelling so loudly here? Do you still have a sense of public morality?"

Soon the noise in the training ground attracted several paladins who were patrolling nearby at night. When they saw that it was Prince Alsace "sharpening martial arts", they pretended not to see it and turned away again.

What happened in the Alonsus Chapel this morning has spread throughout the Knights of the Silver Hand. Everyone knows that the talented Prince Arthas has deviated from the path of the Holy Light.

Seeing how fierce he is wielding his sword now, it's better not to bother him. What if His Royal Highness can't control the anger in his heart and wants to try the sword with himself?

"Hey! How many of you!"

But they wanted to leave, but they were stopped by the sweaty Arthas. The Lionheart Slayer in his hand was a warrior's weapon, and it weighed even more than the previous warhammer.

Alsace stretched his sore arms, wiped the sweat from his forehead happily, and shouted to several paladins who turned and left:

"Where is the Great Knight Fording?"

"I have something to ask him, it's very important."

——

Two days later, in Tirisfal Castle where the space connection was reset, a tired Jaina came out of the basement dragging her tired body.

Although she was very tired, her face was full of joy of successful experiment.

She completed the very important water element summoning ceremony in the ice magic system, which represented that Jaina's attainment in ice magic was close to that of a high-level spellcaster.

Considering that she is only eleven years old, it can only be said that the talent of the daughter of the sea is so strong that it does not make sense.

Moreover, her water element is a "blood-sucking water man" strengthened by the alienation control spell, which is much more powerful than ordinary water element.

"Oh, I can finally rest for a few days."

The little mage returned to his dormitory, stretched a lot, and planned to take a bath first, and then have a good sleep, but just as he opened the door, he saw a letter on his desk.

And her good friend, Ellie, the high elf mage, was sleeping soundly on the table.

It should be a letter from Ellie.

Jaina stepped forward to pick up the letter and took a look, only to find that it was from Alsace.

"I don't know if his baptism of the Holy Light is going well?"

As the little mage said so, he opened the letter and glanced at it, his face flushed, and he hid the letter behind him like a thief, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

"This Alsace, it's too sudden, what weird things are written in the letter!"

She complained in a low voice, avoided the sleeping Ellie, read the letter, the blushing on her face finally turned into a touch of worry:

"He said he was going to a far away place for a 'spiritual practice'? He also said that he was going to find changes brought about by the power of anger? What happened to him?

So worried.

What's going on with you boys!

Everyone loves to guess riddles!

Big brother is like this!

So is his minion, Mr. Bo Laike!

Now that Alsace has become like this, can't you learn from us mages and speak clearly? "

(end of this chapter)