My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"of course."

Ma Long replied simply.

"However, we have so many people. If His Majesty King Terenas thinks that we have become a burden to the Kingdom of Lordaeron, then..."

For Ma Long, the future is just a familiar history for him, but for Varian Wrynn, it is full of uncertainty-Ma Long's answer did not dispel his hesitation.

"Well, Varian, don't think about these things anymore. His Majesty King Terenas is the most wise and just monarch in the north, and he will stand on the same position as us."

Malone did his best to comfort Varian Wrynn. He didn't understand why this king of Stormwind, who is known for his violent and brave future, would be so...cowardly--could it be that Varian Wrynn was there. Anduin Lothar became mature after his death in battle?

"It would be great if I could be as brave as you are like Ma Long... I'll tell you the truth, my legs trembled at the thought of meeting the King."

Varian Wrynn said to Malone in a complicated tone.

"Well, Varian, you are not alone... In fact, we are so brave as you imagined. Listening to what you say, I also want to shiver... But don't worry. See you in Lordaeron in a while. I will be with you when you arrive at that King Terenas."

Malone had to make up a lie that he was afraid of to comfort the young Stormwind prince-of course he was not afraid of the king of Lordaeron. In comparison, he was more interested in the prince of Lordaeron-Al Seth, the future Lich King?

...

More than a week later, Ma Long saw the human city for the first time-Lordaeron’s city is more magnificent than he has seen in the game, not to mention the magical city Dara standing on the central island of Lordamere Lake Of course.

This journey was not easy—in order to reach the destination as quickly as possible, Anduin? Lothar urged others to speed up many times on the way—Malone had even experienced the experience of falling asleep on horseback when he was tired.

It wasn't until the horse team reached the shore of Lordamere that Anduin Lothar ordered to slow down; he led the crowd to wash their heads and faces with the clear water of Lordamere—he didn't want to meet in the dust. His Majesty King Terenas-at least he didn't want Varian Wrynn to be like this, because that would have lost the prestige of the heir to Stormwind.

The distance between Dalaran and Lordaeron’s city is so close, as close as only half a lake away; correspondingly, the architectural style of Lordaeron’s city is inevitably affected by the close proximity of Dalaran. Impact.

The mages obviously did not pursue any practicality when building Dalaran. From Malone’s perspective, his vision could not penetrate the walls of Dalaran, but the purple spires that stood tall in the city, and The purple or blue round sphere floating above the city without knowing what its purpose is, is enough to make Ma Long, who is used to seeing the prosperous metropolis on earth, lament the magic of the magical world.

"Where is that?"

Varian Wrynn also noticed the two cities that stood side by side across the lake. He knew that one of them was Lordaeron... but what about the other?

"There is Dalaran."

Malone replied-as soon as he had spoken, he realized that he had snatched Khadgar's lines-the white-bearded mage was looking at him in surprise.

"I saw it in the book."

Malone explained with a guilty conscience-even though he knew that Khadgar was not much older than himself, and his old appearance was only because of Medivh's curse, he still worried that the clever mage would doubt himself.

"This is Dalaran? Did the Khadgar mage come from here? The holy light is above, this city is really spectacular... Is it built on the water? Is it the magical power of magic?"

Varian Wrynn exclaimed and asked.

"Of course not, His Royal Highness. This city is built on an island in the center of the lake. Build a city on the water? I don't think it can be done now? But... this is a very creative suggestion."

Khadgar slowed down the speed of his mount, walked side by side with Varian Wrynn, and replied with a smile.

Ma Long whispered in his heart-what is so strange about being built on the water?In a few years, the wizards of Dalaran will directly take this city to the sky!

Of course, even Khadgar didn’t know this. He just told Varian Wrynn the magic of the magic city Dalaran; amidst the exclamations of the young prince, the horse team quickly He came to the gate of Lordaeron King City.

...

The King City of Lordaeron is the most prosperous human city in the northern part of the mainland. There are countless small traders, merchants and travelers who enter and leave the capital every day.

Anduin Lothar and his party put on some clean clothes in Nanhai Town. Although they still looked tired, they were no longer in ragged clothes, and they were no longer so prominent among these dusty travelers.

Walking along the main road in the north-south direction of Lordaeron’s city, until you came to the main entrance of Lordaeron’s palace, Anduin Lothar and others encountered the first interrogation-these strange faces of unknown origin. And the weapons carried by Anduin Lothar, Malone, and others quickly attracted the attention of the palace guards. They surrounded the horses and questioned the origins of these uninvited guests loudly.

Anduin Lothar jumped off his horse and reported his name; it seems that the messenger sent by Marcus, the defender of Nanhai Town, has already arrived here. After hearing these people's intentions, the guards did not even force them. Ma Long and others handed over their weapons and led them into the palace of Lordaeron.

...

Regrettably, Malone has no way of fulfilling his promise-despite being Anduin Lothar's nephew, he is still blocked from the chamber of King Terenas-except Anduin? In addition to Lothar, Archbishop Alonthos Faor and Khadgar, only Varian Wrynn, who is the **** of Stormwind, was able to see King Terenas.

Uther, Benedictus and others were invited to rest in the lounge next to the conference hall, and most of these people who were struggling on the journey enjoyed it.

Only Malone, Naaru’s sacred light core gave him endless energy. He could not stay in the lounge and said hello to Benedictus, and then came to the promenade of Lordaeron’s palace and hugged him. Looking at this magnificent palace in the minds of tourists.(To be continued.)

Extraordinary (15)

Even using the most magnificent phrases that Ma Long knows—whether in lingua or Chinese—can't describe the magnificence of the palace he is in.

The wall of the promenade that Ma Long walked out was not sure if it was pasted with golden wallpaper or simply plated with a layer of metal. In short, under the sunlight that penetrated into the promenade, it was magnificent.

A large dark red curtain hung on the wall of the promenade, making the golden light less glaring; rows of huge portraits of people hung between the curtains, and Malong guessed that these people were not from the kingdom of Lordaeron. Kings are those important ministers who are worth remembering forever by the royal family.

The columns of the promenade are carved with reliefs that Malong can’t understand. In the distant garden, a series of small pavilions are neatly lined up. In the stone fountain, a carved stone statue of a girl is lifelike. In the container he was holding, the clear water leaned down, and the pattering sound of water made it possible for Ma Long in the deep corridor to hear clearly.

Malone retracted his gaze and looked at the door of the throne room that was closed in front of him. He knew that in this hall, his uncle Anduin Lothar was doing everything he could to get Terena. The trust of the king.

Malone was not worried that Anduin Lothar could not do this, he quickly focused his attention on the two guards guarding the door.

The white standard plate armor was shining, and the slender and gorgeous scabbard concealed the sword's edge; the two guards were tall, they did not wear helmets, and exposed the tops of their heads with short hair.

The blue-rimmed robe on the white background is dotted with golden stripes. The front of the robe is embroidered with a blue double-headed eagle that is about to fly; Ma Long carefully looked at this emblem which symbolized the army of Lordaeron—— This was rougher than he had previously imagined.

"You... come from the south?"

The two guards also noticed Ma Long's gaze. One of the guards hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly.

"I? Yes, I am Marlon Lothar from Stormwind, and Sir Anduin Lothar is my uncle. Our kingdom was taken by the orcs and we had to escape here."

Ma Long replied with some surprise—he thought that these two guards would be like the guards of the British royal family on earth. No matter what you do to them, they will not respond like wax figures.

"That was really...a tragedy...but don't worry, since you have come to Lordaeron, His Majesty King Terenas will not ignore it."

The guard said to Malone-he looked younger, so he seemed more active.

"Don't talk nonsense... How can you guess the decision of His Majesty the King..."

Another older guard whispered to his companion.

"I think so too. King Terenas is famous for his kindness and generosity, and I believe he will treat us with justice."

Ma Long smiled at the two guards and said-these people still don't know what will happen in the future, but to Ma Long, who is familiar with this history, this is not a secret.

"Have you seen my father?"

At this moment, a sweet voice came from behind Ma Long; he looked back in surprise-a blonde girl in a white palace dress was looking at himself curiously.

The young girl is not very old, even in terms of the relatively loose conditions in this world, she should not be an adult; under the white dress, the two slightly immature tits/pigeons are slightly raised, and the slender waist is just beginning. The developed buttocks were gently tilted upwards slightly, and under the hem of the white palace dress, a pair of pink silk shoes embroidered with patterns was exposed.

"your Highness!"