Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"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's still staring at me!"

In the Kingdom of Stormwind, Goldshire, in a campsite in Elwynn Forest, Miss Althea Aberlock, who was being escorted by family guards, saw her brother from a distance.

He has been away from home for half a year.

The little girl held up the hem of her aristocratic dress and ran to her brother's side with light steps. The thin boy was speechless as he asked a series of questions.

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

Kanrisade reached out and pushed his sister's fingers away.

His original intention was to protect his ignorant sister. There was a lot of evil energy in this jewelry, which would corrode the skin once it came into contact.

But the coldness and ferocity developed on the ship, coupled with the dark aura of a warlock, and the rough action just now frightened the excited Althea.

The little girl froze in place, biting her lip, feeling that her brother seemed so strange. Soon, her big eyes were filled with tears.

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

Um.

A weird, patterned egg.

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

The thin boy said to his sister:

"I specially asked First Officer Sephiel to release a time magic on it. It will not grow into the ugly shape of a big fish man, but will only stay in a very small and cute state.

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

In short, you will definitely like it. "

"Fish-man? Eh. So ugly!"

A child's temper comes and goes quickly. Seeing her brother making her happy, the little girl soon burst into laughter. She said disgusting words, but she still held the fish-man egg in her arms.

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

"Brother, why don't you go and become a pirate? Why did you become a magician again?"

"Ha, now I am both a pirate and a warlock."

Kanrisade boasted to his sister:

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

How are you doing at home lately?

That old thing.

I mean, is your father good to you? "

"It's okay."

Althea pouted and replied:

"My father took me back from the refugee camp the day he came back. I have been living in Goldshire for a while. My father said that Dusk Forest was too dangerous.

He was very kind to me. Even the servants at home didn't like the woman he brought back from Northern Xinjiang, and neither did I.

She wanted to drive me away. "

The little girl complained to her brother in a low voice:

"She hypocritically said that she would send me to Stormwind City to live permanently, but the refugee grandfather quietly told me that that woman planned to pave the way for her future heirs to inherit the family power.

She also planned to occupy the land over the rotten orchard, saying that it would be our family's private property. She sent guards to expel the refugees there, and almost started a fight.

That's a bad woman! "

"Is it? lol"

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

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

Come on, I will take you to the western wilderness today. I heard that many people who came from Northern Xinjiang have been resettled there, and it will be very lively to rebuild the farm and so on. "

As he spoke, the skinny boy made a spell. Amidst the rolling evil flames, a hell horse with four burning hooves neighed and ran out of the portal. The little girl looked at it and exclaimed loudly.

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

The skinny boy quietly put something into his sister's hand and warned:

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

Just go to the tavern owner there and tell him what happened.

They will protect you when I'm not with you. Remember? "

Little Althea took a sneak 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 holding a dagger, and on the back was a skeleton with an eyepatch.

Under the skull are two hidden swords staggered.

She was too young to understand the meaning of this symbol, but the assassins of Ravenholdt certainly understood that it was the symbol of the Uncrowned faction of Master Assassin Lord Black.

The gold coin represents the identity of the distinguished guest and will respond to all requests.

While the two siblings were running through the Elwynn Forest, in a low-key black carriage on a path in the forest, the little king Varian Wrynn, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the golden flash of light on his fingers and said in a strange tone:

"My holy light is vibrating, and there must be dark power nearby. I believe in Shore's ability, but maybe we should change our way back."

"Don't make a fuss, Varian."

Sitting opposite the little king was Anduin Lothar, who was wearing loose running clothes. After several months of training, the old marshal seemed to have recovered his health.

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

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

Compared to Lothar in military uniform, the marshal in robes looked more like a gentle old man.

He had just returned from an inspection in the Westfall with little Varian. The farm there was being rebuilt smoothly, just as smoothly as the reconstruction of Stormwind City.

The Masonic Brotherhood, full of creativity, wants to build Stormwind City into a mighty and majestic place, and the farmers who have returned to peace can start a new life with confidence.

The entire country was in such a post-war boom.

But 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 Elwynn Forest and Stormwind City, which is being rebuilt, has become so bad recently."

"How could this be your fault?"

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

"Those people forced you to hand over the Emperor's Sword out of despicable motives. Such behavior is shameful. I will not bow to them!

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

We are ready."

"What preparation?"

Lothar laughed, 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 peace that has just arrived broken by another stupid civil war because of me.

I've made up my mind.

In one month, I will set off to return to northern Xinjiang. I will take Stormka back with me, and we will set foot on the battlefield of their choice as they wish. "

"You can't go!"

Varian suddenly stood up and said with a serious expression:

"I don't allow it!

I've already lost a father and I can't lose it again if you insist on going back. I want to go back with you and face those careerists together. "

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

warrior

What kind of warrior is he?

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

neither.

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

When hopes are trampled on, when beauty is tarnished, when the future is threatened, everyone can let out a war cry, rise with sword drawn, and step onto 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 forest that was passing by. He said:

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

Judging by this standard, you have done well during this period.

Don't give up halfway because of me. "

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

Varian showed a sly smile and said:

“But as a reserve paladin, I was supposed to go to Northern Xinjiang and receive baptism from the Pope’s hand before I could become the official guardian of the Holy Light.

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

You know, I've always thought of her as one of my own. And King Terenas, whom I regard as an elder, wants me to attend as the King of Stormwind.

I cannot be absent from her wedding to Lord Davar.

So whether you are willing to let me go with you or not, I must go to Northern Xinjiang, in the name of the king, in the name of faith, and in the name of relatives. "

Holy light floated in the little king's hands. 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. There is still a group of remaining orcs in Blackstone Mountain, and they call themselves the 'Orthodox Tribe'.

Just by hearing the name, you know that Doomhammer has symbolic meaning to them.

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

Having said this, the little king secretly glanced at Lothar and whispered:

"Originally, the countries in the northern Xinjiang requested that Orgrim's head be sent there as an inspiring item, but"

"But I burned the orc's body."

Lothar laughed and said:

"All they can get is a jar of ashes. Okay, okay, you scheming child, you have convinced me, then you can go with me.

Take the warhammer and Orgrim's urn to the northern border and give them to the mages.

But you have to promise me one thing. "

The old marshal looked at Varian and said in a serious voice:

"If things go wrong, you must leave immediately when I ask you to leave! I will also tell Bolvar and Shore about this, and I will ask them to keep an eye on you.

I appreciate your kindness, son.

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

You cannot deprive me of my warrior honor in the name of my good!

You can't persuade me to surrender without a fight, let alone lead me to flee hastily. I escaped once, and I swore at that time that I would never escape again.

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

If I unfortunately pass away, don't be sad for me.

Say goodbye to me with a smile.

I will join my ancestors in that glorious warrior temple to pray for you and your country, and for the future of all human nations. I will promise you when you need me.

I will definitely come back. "

After speaking, Lothar closed his eyes, and in the swaying carriage, he whispered:

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

I won't let them down.

I'll 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 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, and the holy light is burning like the anger of a warrior.

This almost destined Varian Wrynn to never become an orthodox paladin.

But that doesn't matter.

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

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

Muradin Bronzebeard, the Prince of Bronzebeard, and Falstad Wildhammer, Prince of Wildhammer, requested to serve as temporary guards for Marshal Lothar and escort him to the Northern Territory.

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

He declares that Dalaran will always be open to Marshal Lothar and invites you to live in the magical city when you return to the north.

The elves of Quel'Thalas are also preparing a convoy, commanded by Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, to be responsible for Marshal Lothar's safety in the city of Dalaran.

There is also news that His Majesty King Daelin of Kul Tiras has sent a fleet of three warships carrying Tide Sage to Stormwind City as a ship to escort the marshal. "

Shore looked at the surprised King Varian, and then at the old marshal who looked complicated.

He said softly:

"Finally, my grandmother, who has retired but is never idle, is also willing to serve as your personal consultant and accompany you to Northern Xinjiang."

Lothar's lips moved.

Finally, he whispered:

"Then...thank you everyone."

"A true warrior never walks alone, Marshal."

The little king said with a joyful voice:

"Let alone walking with a real hero, who would refuse such an honor? Let's prepare for a long journey. Those bastards in the dark will definitely be shocked by this scene.

I'm already looking forward to the expressions on their faces when they see your army appear, haha, that will definitely be interesting. "