Stormwind God

Anduin, Berval, Duke, the combination of these three is very interesting. In Lane's view, this is the typical loyal, good, and good minister. However, it is such a magical combination that gives a consistent preamble.

Lane nodded involuntarily

Correct! Since there is no way to go, why not fight hard?

Thinking back to all of this, Ryan suddenly realized: "Yes! I am weak! I was intimidated by Sargeras. But I swear this is the last time I am afraid!"

Ryan's finger was firmly on the railing of the terrace. He was so hard as if he wanted to get five fingerprints from the white jade railing.

The queen smiled and smiled brilliantly, and she pointed gently behind Ryan. Ryan looked back, and suddenly saw Varian hiding behind a pillar at the door of the terrace.

"Ryan, that's right. A king should pass on his courage and virtue to the next king."

The king beckoned with the queen, greeting the present little prince and the future King Varian Wrynn.

Ryan hugged the young Varian, "Child, I'm going to tell you a story about courage."

Ryan told Varian, who seemed to understand something, not so long ago. You know, Varian worships Anduin in particular, so Varian asks curiously, "Father, why is Uncle Lothar and that brother Marcus going to risk their lives, not you?"

Ryan hesitated for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Child, in this world, everyone has their own duties. There is a kind of person who shoulders the future of millions of people, and it is the life and property of the people Responsible for security, looking for hope and redemption for the people. Such people are nobles, and the apex of nobles is the king. "

Little Varian said in a childish voice, "Father, you are the king."

"Yes! There is another kind of person who will stand up when the whole world is in danger and fight against evil with weak power. Most of them will fail and die tragically. But there will always be a small number of people who will wonder With the ultimate victory, so everyone will call these heroes with courage, wisdom and luck! "

Little Varian's eyes looked hopeful: "Is Uncle Lothar a hero?"

Ryan hugged Varian firmly, and tears were flowing in his eyes. He said emotionally, "I don't know, but every inch of my heart is praying for your Uncle Lothar. Hope Lothar became a hero and returned triumphantly. If he succeeds, even if my king is hidden under the glory of his hero, I will be willing! "

At the same time, in the twilight forest, a group of cavalry was advancing relatively quickly.

The twilight forest is different from any forest. The strange mist that lingers on the forest all year round makes the whole forest fall like a night. Sunlight can hardly penetrate the treetops and fall to the ground, so most of the time, the visibility of the forest is extremely poor, even if a pedestrian is walking in the forest, it is best to use a torch.

In this case, running wildly is death, and one person just lets the horses run in small steps.

The leading Lothar raised his right fist, and the cavalrymen immediately pulled the horse's reins to raise the horse's head up. Because the horse was not running fast, the entire deceleration process was completed in two or three steps.

"Take a break!" Lothar ordered, and he jumped off the war horse lightly, handed the horse over to his followers, and walked behind the team.

Near the end of the team, he saw Duke with a toothache.

"Oh, my little hero, you look like this, it is difficult for me to connect the young hero who is generous in the Chamber and does not change his face in the face of death!"

Duke grinned.

What can he do, a traversal, a college animal raised in a city, what chance can he ride? Even if he had time to learn after crossing. But short-term training and riding a horse on a long-distance attack are completely different.

Horses are creatures, and even if they have cushioning muscles on their backs, they are still not comparable to cars with shock-absorbing springs on gentle roads. The bumps, the constant rush, made Duke's internal organs seem to shift.

It's not an exaggeration. On the first day, even last night's dinner was almost spit out by Duke.

In just two days, he crossed the entire Alvin Forest path for nearly three hundred kilometers and entered the twilight forest. You know, this is not a modern road before. Many trails are not even dirt roads. They are sheep intestines that only hunters can take.

At least five horses had their legs broken because of hurrying and had to be abandoned. Two cavalrymen almost broke their necks.

The only good thing was that Duke's breath was slowed down after entering the twilight forest.

Facing Lothar's inquiries, Duke gasped, and stared at Lothar severely.

"Asshole, laugh if you laugh. Don't give me a chance to laugh back."

Lothar smiled, almost mentioning it, and lifted Duke off the horse.

Lothar's elite soldiers were busy in an orderly manner, either setting up whistle, feeding horses, or forming a circle in a vigilant manner, taking out the kettle and squinting with a small sip.

Of course, many people look weird.

Because this combination is really weird.

A knight, a mage, and a female orc, such a combination feels strange no matter how many times it is viewed.

"Human, you are too weak. In the tribe, you are so weak that you are not worthy of hard work." Garona said relentlessly.

This weird half-orc woman is the rectum, if it is spoken in other populations, it is irony. But she just thought it was a matter of course.

Duke had to lament the magic of fate. Sure enough, under some exchanges, Lane and Lothar, as in history, gladly chose to accept Garona. After inquiring a lot about the orc tribe, they agreed to join this powerful orc female familiar with the terrain of Karazhan to the assault force.

Duke gave Garona a white look: "Please, most of us human mages are like this."

In fact, Duke wanted to say that the masters here are all pampered.

Unfortunately, Garona gave Duke a good shot. She looked puzzled: "But we orcs are much stronger than you, both warlocks and shamans."

Duke sighed, and surely the style was different, there was no way for brain waves to intersect!

But after this time, if you don't need to become a ghoul, you really need to consider exercising. Azeroth's famous women are definitely more capable than one. She's too weak, she can't even afford it!

Lothar suddenly whispered, "What do you think is our chance of winning Sargeras?"

Duke held up two fingers, not for victory, but for

"20, this is based on the premise that your old friend Medivh's soul is not completely annihilated."

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