My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Extraordinary Warcraft of Light Knight (1) North Escape

[I watched the dota winter game for one day, but the code is not coded... I put a few extras on full attendance, everyone forgive me]

In the boundless sea, a fleet of hundreds or even more large and small ships is rolling forward in the wind and waves; and the stormwind refugees who are traveling with the ship, despite their anxiety, I can only helplessly pray to the holy light for the invisible future in the crowded cabins and on the deck, facing the wind and waves.

An army of orcs of unknown origin ran over the gates of Stormwind like a tide of darkness, and swept the entire southern land of the continent.After nine deaths, these refugees fled northward by boat under the leadership of Marshal Anduin Lothar, crossed the endless sea, and sought refuge in the Kingdom of Lordaeron established by human compatriots in the north.

The manic sea breeze rolled up huge waves, some even higher than the masts of the flagships of the fleet; these waves of more than ten meters threw the ships in the fleet up and down like a play, the sea overflowed the deck and poured back into the cabin. The exhausted refugees had to pick up the last bit of energy, drag their tired bodies, and wash out the sea water in the cabin with wooden barrels and tubs.

It has been two weeks since I left Stormwind. However, the strong green figures of the orcs raged in the streets and lanes of Stormwind, but they were still able to plunge these terrified refugees into a bloody nightmare on the night of the voyage. .

If it weren’t for Anduin Lothar’s army arrived in Stormwind City in time, and while engaged in fierce street fighting with the orcs, while standing firm at the port of Stormwind, this was jointly established by the Wrynn family and the Lothar family. The powerful kingdom that has ruled the southern part of the continent for hundreds of years may have been completely erased from human history.

On the largest ship in the fleet--because of its huge hull, this ship seemed calmer in the wind and waves--the young Stormwind Prince Varian Wrynn stood on the bow, shaking in the wind and waves. , While trying to hold his head up, watching the tall figure standing in front of him.

The half-bald head was wet by the waves, and the gray beard clinging to the sides of the cheeks and the chin showed a kind of desolate vicissitudes; however, the wind-beaten but still shiny golden plate armor fluttered on the right shoulder The shoulders of the flying eagle, as well as the wet, but difficult to conceal the true color of the blue ribbon, all showed Anduin Lothar, the stormwind city marshal's fierce and majestic aura.

Now, the Marshal of Stormwind was standing on the bow, watching the endless sea and sky quietly in front of him. Despite the squally wind and huge waves rumbling in his ears, his rock-like body did not move a bit.

"Ms. Lothar... they... they killed my father..."

Varian Wrynn whispered, the flying water splashed on his dark brown hair, and then rolled from the wet hair tip onto his face, mixed with the tears flowing from his brown eyes. It dripped into his mouth-salty, astringent and bitter, just like Varian Wrynn's heart at this time.

The young prince always thought that he had grown up, but until the green-skinned, pointed-eared female half-orc named Garona cut off the head of King Lion Wrynn, his father, in front of him. At that time, he could only softly fall behind the curtain of the main hall of Stormwind Fortress, tearful, begging his teacher to come back quickly.

This sounds shameful, but it is true—when his father was killed by an orc assassin, Varian Wrynn, the young man who was placed high in the hopes of the entire Stormwind City, acted like a coward.

Although Varian Wrynn's voice was submerged in the violent wind and waves, even he himself couldn't hear clearly, but Anduin Lothar heard the weakness of his disciple.

"Cheer up, Varian. Your father is watching you by the light, don't let him down."

Anduin Lothar turned his head and turned his back to the direction of the boat, letting the wind flow in his cloak, causing the soaked cloth to curl up behind him, and shouted to Varian Wrynn. Shouted.

"But, I..."

The young prince raised his head, looked at the elder who was respected by him, and thought of his father again. He couldn't help his nose sore, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

"Believe me, Varian, those green-skinned bits and pieces will pay ten times the price for what they did in Stormwind, and your father's blood feud..."

"One day, we will personally let the clumps roll out of our home. Now, Varian, you can go back to the cabin and have a good sleep. If the course doesn’t deviate, it won’t take long. We You can reach that coast. You are the only heir to the Wrynn family. Don't shame your ancestors in front of the kings of the north, go."

Anduin Lothar stopped Varian Wrynn's tears with a stern voice and drove him back to his cabin.

...

"You are too harsh on him, Sir Lothar, he is only a child, and he has just lost his father."

A tall man with broad shoulders did not know where he emerged from the deck and walked to Anduin Lothar's front.Compared with the Marshal of Stormwind, he is thin, white-haired, but has a firm gaze; the lavender tattered robe that covers his frail body is also splashed by the sea, but his body is standing straight. , Even in the strong wind, there is no trembling.

"He's not a kid anymore, Khadgar, he is the future king of Stormwind. Malone is not a few months older than him. Whether it is sorting confidential documents, training soldiers, or going to battle to kill the enemy, he can do it very well. Excellent. If Varian can be like Malone, maybe he can save Ryan when Garona does something like that..."

Anduin Lothar frowned, his tone relaxed a little, and said to the mage in front of him.

Khadgar from Dalaran, Anduin Lothar’s comrade-in-arms in Karazhan, they fought side by side and defeated Medivh, the fallen/fallen guardian who brought the orcs to this world. In the battle, they missed the opportunity to block the orc army outside Stormwind.

"Sir Lothar! Things have happened. Don't let your unrealistic expectations confuse your heart. We are all responsible for the death of King Ryan, and Garona..."

Khadgar yelled loudly, stopping Anduin Lothar's words, and then he fell into silence.

Garona, the half-orc, half-draenei woman... Khadgar once had a strange affection for her, but this faint feeling has disappeared after Garona assassinated King Ryan Wrynn. The smoke disappeared.

"Are you still worried about your nephew?"

After a while, Khadgar took the lead to break the deadlock between him and Anduin Lothar, and asked in a very low voice.(To be continued.)

Holy Light Knight of Extraordinary Warcraft (2)

"I can't help it, Khadgar... I swear to Feng Lun and Dina that I will take care of their children, just as I vowed to protect Ryan, but..."

Even if he was as strong as Anduin Lothar, after losing his allegiance to the lord, he was somewhat vulnerable.

"Archbishop Faor is with Malone, trust him, Sir Lothar, your nephew will be fine."

At this point, Khadgar could only comfort Anduin Lothar in this way.

Marlon Lothar, Anduin Lothar’s nephew, was seriously injured in the battle to guard Stormwind, although Anduin Lothar’s guards did their best to take him on the last ship and sail away. Ships in Stormwind Harbor, but...

Khadgar had seen the unconscious young man, and he wondered if the injury was even the Holy Light could not do anything.

Marlon is Anduin Lothar's only nephew-his father, Anduin Lothar's younger brother Fenglun Lothar died young, leaving behind this posthumous child.

However, the birth of the baby did not go smoothly. He came to this world, but let the Holy Light take away his mother-Dina? Lothar.

From then on, Anduin Lothar assumed the responsibility of educating his nephew. He disciplined the child strictly, taught him how to fight, how to ride a horse, how to lead soldiers in battle, and let him enter the palace of Stormwind City. In the middle, accept the enlightenment of the court teacher with the young prince Varian Wrynn.

Anduin Lothar never married and had no heirs. He had high hopes for this nephew, but now... the orc's axe didn't take him directly, but wanted to let him die in a small cabin on the vast ocean.

"I wish... I wish..."

Anduin Lothar glanced at the cabin on the deck-he just got out of there not long ago, his nephew Marlon Lothar is still unconscious, and the Archbishop Alonthos Faor of Stormwind also said , Ma Long's injury has been more ill-fated.

Anduin Lothar has long been used to seeing death, but he has never been so sad—is he destined to be the last descendant of Lothar family in the world?

...

In the cabin of the flagship of the Stormwind Refugee Fleet, under a dim oil lamp, Alonthos Faor sat on the edge of a simple wooden bed, looking sadly at the young man lying on the bed.

Most of the silver-white plate armor has been removed from the young man's body, only a piece of the chest remains there; a terrible huge collapse appeared on the young man's chest, and the front breastplate was smashed and collapsed. , Dented deeply into his chest,

If it were a slightly weaker human, it would have been taken away by this blow; however, this blow from the orc's two-handed hammer did not directly kill Maron Lothar-after all, he was born in Stormwind City with the most powerful military service The family, the burly body, and the strong vitality are the tradition of the Lothar family.

But that's the end of it—Alonthos Faor had to admit that Malone was dying—his vitality was getting weaker and weaker, and his heartbeat was barely audible.

In fact, Alonthos even wondered whether a completely collapsed chest could allow a heart to beat tenaciously.

The highly respected archbishop decided to get up and call Anduin Lothar in—it is said that the marshal-sama missed the birth of his nephew, so now... he can at least catch up with this tragic death.

However, when Alonthos Faor stood up while leaning on the partition of the cabin, he suddenly widened his eyes-he noticed the young Marlon Lothar's chest, a little soft The white light is gathering.

"Holy Light?"

Despite using a questioning tone, Alonthos Faor knew that he did not need to doubt—no human being was more qualified and capable of discerning the Holy Light than him.

Although he didn’t figure out what was going on, Alonthos Fao immediately stretched out a hand, the same soft but golden light gathered in the palm of his hand, and then slowly poured it into Marlon Lothar's body.

Before this, Alonthos Faor had done similar work countless times, but Marlon Lothar's body was too weak, so weak that he could not receive the treatment of the Holy Light.

However, this time, the situation was different. Alonthos Fao could not distinguish what had changed in the fusion between his own light and the light of unknown origin, but he could already hear the young man clearly. Long and well-proportioned breathing.