My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Quilzaram. This is the name Medivh gave to the sword. He said it was a holy sword belonging to the gods, but he didn't tell me and your father what the gods were. Actually, I should have I thought that maybe at that time, Medivh was already...into the darkness. Even compared to the most knowledgeable mage, our friend knows too much..." Anduin Lothar He told inexplicable words and didn't care whether his disciples could keep up with his own ideas.(To be continued.)

Chapter 255 Do you want to fly, my prince

"Medivine...Archmage..." Varian hesitated, and finally added his due title to the taboo name.

Archmage Medivh, for the top wise man among the human mages, and also the culprit who brought this catastrophe, Varian didn't know exactly what he felt in his heart.

If there were no fallen archmage Medivh, Varian should still be in the palace of Stormwind, living happily with his father, King Ryan, and his teacher Anduin Lothar, the people of Stormwind. , And will not suffer the boundless displacement and difficulties now.

But for teenagers, there are always things that sane adults cannot understand.Even now, Varian still has longing and nostalgia for the dead Medivh mage.

Varian will never forget that on that day, the Archmage Medivh walked into the garden area of ​​Stormwind and said to Varian who was practicing swordsmanship in the garden area: "Young prince, you will fly to the sky with me. Go and see?"

The sun in Stormwind that day was shining, but the smile on Medivh's face was more gentle than the sun.The black beard under his jaw has been trimmed neatly, giving him a face that is not old and looks more vicissitudes.On his body, the blue-and-white robe with deep purple as the background, and the inlaid golden edges are particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Who are you?" The young Varian put away the wooden sword in his hand, with childish confusion on his face.But then, the prince of Stormwind thought that those who can appear in the palace must also be a distinguished nobleman in Stormwind, or come from the suburbs or the Westfall to meet the king’s public opinion representative; Varian bowed when he thought of this. He bowed his waist and made up for the proper etiquette.

"I'm your father's friend." Grand Mage Medivh still had a charming smile at the corner of his mouth. He stepped forward, leaned down slightly in the prince's slightly resisting movement, and took his little hand.Then said softly: "Want to experience the feeling of flying? My prince."

Flying may be a common dream that every child has in their hearts.Who would dare say that when he was young, he saw birds in the sky.Haven't any feelings of envy in my heart?

For humans in the world of Azeroth, flying is not too far out of reach.Both holy arts and spells have methods that can make humans leave the ground, but there is still a certain gap in the distance from truly flying like a bird.

There are special mages in the Palace of Stormwind.This is a way for the magic city of Dalaran to maintain a close relationship with the secular royal family.But as the most distinguished prince in Stormwind, Varian could not, and was not allowed, to raise the little hope in his heart to the court mage of Stormwind Palace.

Therefore, when the kind stranger in front of him asked if he wanted to experience the feeling of flying, the excitement in Varian's heart could not be expressed in words, and he could only nod his head like a chicken pecking rice.

After that, that afternoon was like a lingering brand.Stayed forever in Varian's heart.The warm daylight, the unique scent of spices and magical medicinal materials from strangers around me, the tension and anxiety in my heart when I first left the ground, the blue sky within reach, the white clouds passing by, whizzing by, but again Looking back, there were birds looking at him in a puzzled way, pedestrians like ants at their feet, and Stormwind City as small as a sandcastle on the beach.The vast endless sea-this is the first and only time Varian has soared into the sky.

Later, Varian learned of the identity of Medivh Archmage, but his father.Allow yourself to call him "Uncle Medivh".In Varian's heart, his father, Teacher Lothar and Uncle Medivh, are his most respected elders.

But later, Uncle Medivh never came to Stormwind City again, in anticipation.What Varian waited for was the bad news of the orcs coming.After the death of his father and the journey to Lordaeron with his teacher, Varian knew that Uncle Medivh, who was always smiling, was the culprit of this catastrophe!

Such news was like a bolt from the blue, which made Varian unacceptable for a while.But the sentence from Teacher Anduin Lothar was as hard as iron.Finally, the boy stopped calling Medivh his uncle, but after all, Varian was unable to curse Medivh with hatred like those storm survivors.

After waking up from the trance memory of the past, Varian looked at the teacher Lothar who was still talking about him.Under the bright double moon light.Anduin Lothar's beard and hair, which have become more and more gray in the past few years, trembled slightly in the silent night wind.

——In Teacher Lothar's heart, how does it feel now?Varian knew that Anduin Lothar and Medivh were close friends.

Regarding the battle in Karazhan's mage tower, Anduin Lothar did not talk to his disciples in detail.But Varian knew how difficult it would be for a close friend to swing the sword in his hand.For example, one day, if he wanted to show his sword to Arthas...Varian couldn't imagine how difficult it would be to do such a behavior.

Anduin Lothar did not notice the abnormality of the disciples around him, but continued to recall the past: "However, although the magic sword that Medivh said is indeed indestructible, my previous habit was to use a sword and shield...your Father, Ryan said, he wants to create a one-handed sword for me that can be comparable to this magic sword."

Comparable with Excalibur?——Varian doesn’t know what is commendable about the Excalibur in Lothar’s mouth, but if it is said that the forging skills can be called magical skills, there are only the dwarves who live in the world of Azeroth like humans. Up.

Sure enough, Anduin Lothar continued: "Ryan found King Magni in Ironforge and gathered the best iron ore that Stormwind and Ironforge could collect. King Magni created this by himself. A one-handed sword."

The skill of King Magni?Hearing this, Varian couldn't help but temporarily put aside his memories of the Medivh Archmage, and focused his attention on the sharp weapon still sealed in the iron box.

Except for the slightly weird shape, Varian didn't see anything strange about this blade.But since it was the skill of the King of Ironforge, then this sharp blade could fully bear the praise of a magic weapon.

For the stubborn dwarves, if the weapons or armors they build do not surpass their own last work, then they would rather destroy them.

In addition, Anduin Lothar just mentioned that he had used this sword to kill countless orcs, which made Varian even more interested in this blade. He couldn't help asking: "But Teacher Lothar, why don't you use this weapon anymore?" (To be continued.)

Chapter 256 The King's Guardian

"Why?" Anduin? Lothar smiled bitterly, turned his head, looked at his disciple's face that resembled his father, and stretched out his right hand to Varian's face with a trembling right hand, but finally hung weakly on his side, low. The voice said, "The name of this sword is the king's guardian."

"What?" Anduin? Lothar's voice suddenly became very small, making Varian a little bit unaware."Guardian of the King. This is the name your father gave to this sword." Anduin Lothar recast his gaze on the one-handed giant sword lying flat in the box, unaware that he was in the wild. It has been too long.

"That day, Ryan returned to Stormwind from Ironforge with this sword. Just when I was eager to test how sharp the one-handed sword forged by the dwarf king was, Ryan told me that he would use this sword. Named the'Guardian of the King'." Anduin Lothar stretched out his hand to stroke the blade of the one-handed sword in the box.The handguards made of fine iron traversed the strange patterns and carvings on the sword, and in the silent night, it made a clear sound of gold and iron fighting.

"At that time, I was as surprised as you when I heard this name. But your father said to me:'Anduin, since the day I became a king, I want to give you this title. But that group of nobles in the council are always worried that your power is too great, so they will obstruct it in every way. Then I will bestow this title on your saber. Now that group of people should have nothing to say! Anduin, I told you You promise, as long as I am not dead for a day, no, as long as Stormwind City is still standing on the continent of Azeroth, the Lothar family will share the glory of the king with the Wrynn family!'" Anduin Lothar reported With the bold words of Varian's father, King Ryan, the thoughts and regrets for his old friends filled his heart for a time, making his voice choked.

"Miss Lothar, I..." Varian didn't know what he should say.Although the impression of his father is not deep, in his heart, the image of the monarch has always been as gentle as King Terenas. In Varian’s thoughts, if he becomes the king of Stormwind, his speech and behavior must be King Terenas learned.

However, Varian felt that his father's remarks were more like the image of a king in his mind, which made his father's face, which had been blurred in his heart, suddenly become much taller and clearer.

Anduin Lothar answered Varian’s question at this time: "King’s Guardian, this is the name your father gave to this sword, and it was also the name he gave to me... But that day, I watched it with my own eyes. Garona did those things to Ryan, but it was too late to stop...As the guardian of the king, her lord not only died in front of her, but also had a different place, Varian, you said I still have the right to use this Is it a sword named'Guardian of the King'?"

"Teacher Lothar, you..." After struggling for a long time, Anduin Lothar finally confided the reason why he had sealed the peerless god soldier forged by the dwarf king in the iron box.Although Varian felt it was a pity, he couldn't persuade him—every soldier had his own belief in his heart. When this belief was broken, it was also the moment when the glory of the soldier fell into darkness.

"But now, I see new hope." Anduin Lothar stood up suddenly, his hands suddenly grabbed Varian's weaker shoulders compared to him, "Although Ryan is dead, but I The mission of Stormwind is not over. Stormwind City will eventually be rebuilt, and you, Varian, you will become the new king. I did not fulfill my promise and failed to protect your father from disaster; but Varian, I The same thing will never be allowed to happen again."

In Varian’s surprised gaze, Anduin Lothar patted him on the shoulder, turned to the side of another iron box, opened the heavy lid, bent down, and fiddled with him for a while. When he returned to Varian, there was already a bottle of dark green potion in his hand.

"In order to prevent you from getting hurt, I have always forbidden you to go to the battlefield. However, King Terenas' indulgence on Prince Arthas made me reflect on my behavior. I think even Ryan must hope that he His son can become a brave warrior, not a weak and sickly aristocratic young master. Prince Arthas is only ten years old this year, and he is already worthy of the task; how can the lion of Stormwind lose to Lordaeron Young Eagle?" In Varian’s expectant eyes, Anduin Lothar finally announced his final decision, "Varian, my disciple. In the next decisive battle with the orcs, I allow you to fight My side supports me."

Varian's face flushed red-he felt the blood of the warrior in his heart already boiling.As early as before the time of Thoradin the Great, there was a kind of "knight" in human beings.

When the knights fight, they will be accompanied by servants; these servants need to prepare saddles for the knights, wear armor, carry spears and lances, and even take care of the master's belongings in their leisure time.

In the prolonged battle with the trolls, the equipment of the knights gradually became streamlined, and the special duty of attendants gradually disappeared on the battlefield.However, there are still powerful attendants beside the senior commanders of the human army.

And Anduin Lothar's remarks are undoubtedly announcing that in the next war, Varian will be his attendant to the battlefield.Not only is Varian excited about being able to fight the orcs, but more importantly, what can excite a young man more than being an attendant who is the greatest warrior in human history?What's more, this is the greatest warrior ever, and at the same time is the object of the youngest yearning and admiration!

"Ms. Lothar, what you said... is it true?" Varian's speech was a little unclear."Yes, Varian. You will be my attendant in wartime. Although your fighting skills are already very skilled, but on the battlefield, there are some survival skills, I need to personally teach you." Anduin Luo Sa seemed to smile for the first time tonight.

"Great!" Varian just wanted to yell to express/vent the excitement in his heart, but was stopped by Anduin Lothar's gesture.The Marshal of Stormwind, the supreme ruler of the human coalition, handed the dark green potion bottle in front of Varian, his expression became serious again: "But before that, Varian, there are some things I need To tell you, I cannot make a decision for you on this matter. You have to make your own choice." (To be continued.)

Chapter 257 The Blood of Evil

"This is..." Varian looked at the dark green potion bottle in Lothar's hand, with doubts on his face.Although not the kind of illiterate man, Varian really lacks interest in knowledge other than martial arts. He can say that he has nothing to do with the knowledge in the classification of herbalism and alchemy.

"Do you remember what you said before that the warrior can't defeat the Paladin?" Lothar raised his arm, the dark green potion bottle in his hand remained motionless, and suddenly mentioned that he had come to Dunhall before. Varian once said on the way to the castle.

"Yes..." Varian hesitated for a moment, and then explained, "A paladin like Mograine was a top warrior before he learned those magical holy arts. After he learned those holy arts , These fighters of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse-even though they are equally good, how do you defeat such a Paladin?"

"In theory, this is the case." Lothar's mouth showed a weird smile. This expression seldom appeared on the face of the always rigorous Stormwind Marshal, "But there are always exceptions."

"Exception?" Varian turned his gaze to the dark green potion bottle in Lothar's hand, suddenly thought of something, and then asked excitedly, "Could it be... Warriors of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse, you can use this potion to change Be stronger, and then defeat the same level of holy knights blessed?"

Varian is not stupid. When Windsor and Marcus refuted his words, he knew that the members of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses, at least among the core members, must have some mysterious means to make these The warriors have the confidence to defeat the paladins headed by Mograine - these warriors, although they have their own pride, are not arrogant.

"You can also say the same." Anduin Lothar hesitated, and once again confirmed in his heart whether his thoughts were appropriate-Varian’s identity and himself, unlike the fighters of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses, he was not only A soldier, a soldier.At the same time, he will be the king of Stormwind, the ruler of the entire southern Azeroth continent, if...

However, the hesitation is only a momentary thing-I just told Varian everything he should know, as the future king of Stormwind.He is qualified and must know this; as for how to choose next, let the child decide for himself, the king should have the king's own ideas-Anduin Lothar told him this.

Opposite the Marshal of Stormwind, Varian was already so excited that he wanted to dance with his hands-becoming stronger is a dream that every teenager has ever dreamed of.Especially for Varian, who has a bloody feud with the orcs.

Young Varian, dreaming of becoming an omnipotent god in his dreams more than once, used boundless divine power to expel and destroy those orcs who had invaded his homeland, and then got the appreciation of Teacher Lothar...More than once I woke up in excitement and found that it was just a fantasy.

But now, although I don’t know the reason for Teacher Lothar, I have only now told myself that there is such a magical potion; but Varian has begun to fantasize about using this potion even though he does not yet know it. The specific method of use-later, maybe he can find Uther before the battle with the orcs.With his own gloves still on Uther's face, in the duel, in the duel, in front of the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the soldiers of the Brotherhood of Iron Horse, defeat the long-known strong man, and then Tell him with a serious face, how a qualified teacher should treat his disciples...

Thinking of this, Varian couldn't help but stretched out his hand to get the dark green potion in Anduin Lothar's hand, but the Stormwind Marshal didn't mean to let go.

"Ms. Lothar?" Varian raised his head in amazement and looked at Anduin Lothar in front of him.