My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Ma Long nodded, and then took the lead to walk to the garden opposite the throne hall promenade.

...

"Where do we start? Am I going to fight you with Ma Long now?"

Arthas wielded his small wooden sword and asked enthusiastically—he sometimes saw nobles or knights fighting with sabers in court gatherings, some were to learn skills, and some were to perform. Either way, the young Alsace was excited-boys are naturally fond of fighting and fencing.

"No, that's too early, Arthas, you can't even hold the sword now, let's start from this point."

Malone shook his head, and then drew out his saber-this is not his original saber, but the defense officer of Nanhai Town Marcus Redpath provided for Anduin Lothar's team. .

That’s right, even though they knew that Anduin Lothar and others went to see their past, Marcus Redpath still provided these strangers with decent weapons—just like clothes and talk, so did the sword. An indispensable thing for a nobleman.

Although Malone’s promise was fulfilled, when the stranger from the south drew out his weapon, Kalia’s heart was still tight-looking at the blade shining in the sun, hesitated Remind Malone again-is it too dangerous to use a real sword?

However, Malone's subsequent actions made Kalia completely relieved-he inserted his saber into the garden ground, and then untied his scabbard from his waist.

"Arthas, hold your sword, like me, see it?"

Ma Long stood beside Arthas with the scabbard in his hand, gestured.

"I know, isn't it just holding a sword... such a simple thing..."

Although Alsace did what Malone said, but he muttered unwillingly—he thought Malone still regarded himself as a child—Alsace wanted to learn how to ride a horse, not Children's tricks.

"Do you think I am perfunctory? No, Arthas, you have to remember... No matter who your swordsmanship teacher is in the future, what he taught you, you have to remember what I said, only hold your sword , Hold it tightly so that you can display the swordsmanship you have learned, understand?"

Malone said to Arthas seriously-thanks to the teachings of Baianduin Lothar and Benedictus, he is now more or less a master of swordsmanship.

"Alright alright……"

Arthas still didn't take Ma Long's words seriously, he raised the wooden sword in his hand perfunctorily, and the blade was crooked, and it didn't form a straight line.

"It's not like that, if you hold the sword like this, you will..."

Malone put a hand on Alsace's wrist and squeezed it lightly. The little prince suffered a pain in the joints, and the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"what!"

Arthas exclaimed, glanced at Malone, then at his wrist, and blinked, as if he didn't quite understand what was going on.

"Did you see it? This is the end of your posture."

Malone said to Arthas.

"Awesome! What trick is this, can you teach me?"

Alsace didn't get angry because of Malone's "offensive", but got excited-this is what he wants to learn!You can disarm your opponent with just a slight pinch. This must be the ultimate skill of the Lothar family!

"Then it depends on your performance, after all, you are still at a stage where you can't even hold the sword...you know what I mean, Arthas?"

Malone saw that Alsace had been "taken", and said while the iron was hot.

"I know!"

Arthas immediately got serious. He picked up his wooden sword from the ground, and under the guidance of Ma Long, he began to practice the fingering of the sword.

Kalia watched her brother and Malone practice for a while, and she started to feel a little bored; seeing the time getting closer and closer to noon, Kalia did not disturb the two who were still training, and left quietly. Garden-it's so boring to watch a match, she prefers to read a book quietly in her room for a while.(To be continued.)

Fanwai 21

When the door of the throne room finally opened and Anduin Lothar took Varian Wrynn out of the throne room, they were surprised to find that Ma Long was using a scabbard and a wooden scabbard with a half-old child. The sword yelled and gestured.

"Ma Long, what are you doing?"

Varian Wrynn ran two steps forward, stood in the garden, and asked his partner in surprise.

"Oh, Varian... Your conversation is over? Where is your Majesty King Terenas?"

Malone stopped the movement in his hands, looked behind Varian Wrynn, and asked.

"His Majesty King Terenas wanted to have lunch with us, but because of the urgency, he had to write a few letters immediately to summon the kings of other kingdoms, so... he didn't come out with us, he came directly from the back door Go to the study. By the way, Malone, where did you find the kid?"

Varian Wrynn said honestly.

"I am not a child! I am Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron, the son of Terenas Menethil II! I am ten years old!"

Arthas heard Varian Wrynn's words and quickly retorted loudly.

"Varian, Arthas, well, you all know each other now."

Ma Long pointed to the two princes beside him, and then said.

"Prince Arthas, hello."

Anduin Lothar walked into the garden and nodded slightly to the young Arthas.

"You... are you Ma Long's uncle, Anduin, the first warrior of Stormwind? Lord Lothar?"

Alsace suddenly became excited.

"I'm Anduin Lothar, but I'm not the number one warrior in Stormwind."

Anduin Lothar smiled and nodded to Arthas-it can be seen that his conversation with King Terenas should go well.

"Where's Teacher Fao?"

Malone asked.

"Archbishop Fao summoned all the clergy in Lordaeron's palace. In the face of this disaster, the church needs to arrange some things separately."

Anduin Lothar replied.

"Then...what shall we do now?"

Ma Long pulled out his saber from the ground, put it into the scabbard, hung it around his waist, and asked again.

"Eat. First fill up my stomach, I have to prepare to report this incident like Dalaran..."

Khadgar's tired voice came from behind Anduin Lothar. As a mage, his body is much weaker than these warriors, after all, the long journey and the hurried journey on the Hillsbrad Hills It made him a little overwhelmed.

"Eating? Okay! My stomach is also hungry! Then you come with me! I know where the guests usually eat."

Arthas said loudly. He put his wooden sword into his belt like a Malong decently. He looked majestic, like a real warrior-in front of him, but the famous An Duin? Lothar!Arthas decided to show himself well. If he could get the praise of Lord Lothar, it would be the greatest honor for a fighter.

...

Arthas walked ahead and led the way, leading Anduin Lothar's group through the magnificent promenade of Lordaeron Palace to the restaurant on the corner of the first floor of the main hall.