Time is long, inadvertently, history has turned a new page, the 23 years of the Dark Gate are always a little magnificent, whether it is the battle of quicksand or the battlefield of the undead in northern Xinjiang, they have all had satisfactory results in this year. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the eyes of the general public, the order of this world seems to be returning to its place, everything seems to be getting better, just like the story says, good will eventually triumph over evil, and peaceful days of peace will finally come.

After all, there is never a good war, there is never a bad peace.

The seaside city of Theramore has been very lively lately, on the one hand, the imminent migration back to their homeland, after the eldest princess Kalia announced that she will rebuild Lordaeron, many civilians who miss their homeland are ready to return to their hometowns, especially the lower class civilians, who have also found news that makes them ecstatic in the notices posted by the soldiers.

The eldest princess will redivide the land in the northern frontier, and she has made a guarantee in her status as the royal family of Minahir that the civilians who are willing to return to the northern frontier with her will unconditionally get a piece of land that is enough to cultivate, and the eldest princess will also build a national farm to maintain the livelihood of the difficult first year after returning home.

The taxes in the first three years were so low that it was almost unbelievable, and the taxes in the fifth year would return to the level of the original Lordaeron Kingdom, which was already a rare appointment.

And the attentive fellow also discovered another decree, that the eldest princess would not take a penny of taxes from the farmers and craftsmen who were willing to risk following the Grand Knight of Lord Mograine to Northrend, and that all the land reclaimed on that distant continent belonged to the farmer herself.

Even the state would arrange everything they needed for the migration, give them seeds for free, and the druids would help manage the land.

But to be honest, this intoxicating decree, except for those who really have nothing, and those who are naturally restless, few people will be tempted, thanks to the war of the undead, almost all the civilians of Theramore know that Northrend is the stronghold of the undead, maybe it is not an unbeatable opponent for the knights, but for the farmer, it is undoubtedly too difficult.

But there are always people who are born with a preference for making this kind of gambling-like choice, so half a month after the decree was posted, more than 300 people have signed up for the Pioneer Regiment in the North in Theramore, Arathi Heights and South Sea Town, and it is conservatively estimated that this number may exceed 1,000 by the time the Grand Knight Mograine sets off with the Scarlet Crusade.

This was more than enough for the knights to be self-sufficient, and in addition to that, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, rebuilt by the Grand Architect Alex of Stormwind, had been hired by the Silver Hand to send experienced stonemasons to Northrend to build forts and garrisons for the Vanguard.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, including some things that had been planned for a long time but were delayed by the sudden war.

Today, on the morning of March 27, 24 of the Dark Gate, in the courtyard of the court of Theramore, a special promotion ceremony is about to take place.

Compared with the promotion ceremonies of other knight apprentices, the specifications of this one have undoubtedly improved too much, whether it is the luxuriously and solemn venue around it, or the astonishing number of attendants and the comings and goings, wearing ritual armor, representatives from different forces, all of which are destined to not be too ordinary.

It is a promotion ceremony belonging to Anduin Wrynn, the crown prince of the Stormwind Kingdom and the future king of the Mandate of Heaven, and this identity alone determines the gold content of this ceremony, in fact, the list of participants today is enough to dazzle anyone's eyes.

The three major paladin organizations of the civilized world, the Silver Hand, the Scarlet Crusaders, and the leaders of the Silver Dawn will all be in attendance, as well as representatives from the royal family of Stormwind and the Cathedral of Light, the Commodore of Kul Tiras, representatives of the rebuilt city of Mages Dalaran, as well as representatives of the Kadore Elves, Quel'Thalas, and even Orcs, Minotaurs, and Trolls, and it is said that the Goblin Consortium will also send people to participate.

Of course, the latter organizations sent people, naturally not for the sake of little Anduin's face, in fact, this kind of grand and intoxicating scene is more because of Anduin's other identity: the Knight of the Dawn, the Earl of the North, the only disciple of the legendary man.

In other words, Anduin Jr. was actually stained with Dick's light.

Today's protagonist, the little prince Anduin, is currently standing in the palace of Theramore, he is wearing a well-fitting set of silver armor, and he has no weapon around his waist, and at the time of the knight's promotion ceremony, he will be given a new weapon to prove the beginning of his knighthood.

Princess Kalia stood by Anduin's side, carefully tidying up the corners of his armor for him, the good news from the north one after another recently, the eldest princess was also in a very good mood, although the news that the Lich King would wake up in a year made Her Royal Highness a little difficult to accept, but considering her complicated relationship with Arthas, perhaps in fact, Her Royal Highness, who has become more and more stable in recent years, has never regarded her younger brother as an enemy in her heart.

"Little Anduin has really grown up, I remember when you first came to Theramore, you were only so tall. ”

Princess Kalia took two steps back, looked at Anduin's image, nodded with satisfaction, and then jokingly gestured to a height, and reached out to smooth the little prince's blonde hair, this action made Anduin a little shy, but Princess Kalia has always been very good to him, and he also regarded the eldest princess as his elder, and there was a trace of sustenance about his mother.

Speaking of which, Anduin just passed his 11th birthday this year, he should still be a child, but maybe it is from the excellent blood of the royal family of Urien, in short, his body has developed very well in the past two years, and now he looks no different from a 15 or 6-year-old child.

After putting on the well-prepared armor, he naturally has some prestige, but after all, he is just a child, facing today's big scene, he is still a little lacking in confidence, Kalia saw Anduin's hesitation, she took the child's hand, walked to the window, and looked at the lively scene outside the palace, the city of Seramo, the eldest princess took a deep breath and said with a smile,

"Actually, when I was rescued from Lordaeron by Gianna and Mr. Ronin, I was a truly ignorant princess, and I couldn't imagine that I would be standing here now and taking on the mission of reviving Lordaeron, little Anduin, do you know how I felt when Ser Moyns and Dick asked me to become Lord of Theramore?"

Looking at the eldest princess's hopeful gaze, Anduin hesitated for a moment and guessed,

"I guess you would have liked to see Lordaeron's revival back then?"

"No... Silly boy. ”

Kalia patted Anduin's head lightly, closed her eyes, and whispered, "At that time, I was so frightened, I was even awakened by pressure in the middle of the night, when you didn't get to that point, you really can't imagine what it was like for thousands of people and a country to weigh on your shoulders, and it was at that time that I understood my father's sighs, and I also understood my brother... Why did he make such a crazy move. ”

"Child, our bloodline is not the reason why we were born to be kings, it is a shackle, it is a spur, so that you can't stop the pace of progress, if you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight of the country, that is the expectation of tens of millions of people, you can't let them down, so even if you work hard, no matter how wronged, you have to bravely raise the torch and lead thousands of people to stride forward. ”

The eldest princess stretched out her hand and gently stroked Anduin's hair,

"I've seen some of the secret documents submitted by Knight Dick, kid, the situation in the Stormwind Kingdom is also complicated right now, and you will be under a lot of pressure until Varian's situation does not improve, but you did very well before, Dick said that he believes that you will be the best knight and king, and I believe this now. ”

"Be brave and take part in the first event of your life, your name, child, and don't forget the meaning of your name, you will be a hero like Marshal Lothar, we have never doubted that. ”

The little prince snorted, he seemed to be much more confident than before, however, no one knew what this ceremony would turn out to be.

In the chaotic sky, in the gap between the thunder and the clouds, a giant floating city wrapped in golden light, blood-colored ribbons fluttering, and the Wagri patrolling this sacred place with their wings flapping their wings are fully armed, countless warriors and heroic spirits are singing.

Valagarh, the Sky Fortress, this is the place where eternal beings beyond the world live, and that is where the legendary kingdom of gods of mortals is located.

On the throne in the deepest part of Valagarh, a majestic giant sat on the throne, dressed in gold and red armor, with an ornate pointed helmet on top of his head, on which countless magical patterns shone with countless magical patterns, and at his hand was a silver spear, the tip of which shone with the power of thunder and lightning that never sleeps.

His beard was like scorching magma, and every shaking brought up scorching air, and the most striking thing was his face, which was full of majesty, and in the right eye was an eyepatch embellished with blue gems, and in the other eye, which was half-asleep, it seemed to contain the reflection of the whole world.

In front of this majestic giant, a tall, muscular figure half-knelt there, he was not a heroic spirit, but he stood in flesh and blood in this place that only heroic spirits could tread, which was enough to prove that he was special.

Especially the two hideous axes hanging from the waist, the blood-colored light lingers on it, the whole of the axe is a shrunken giant dragon skull, at the top of the axe blade, there are two dragon horns sticking out, and the sharp axe blade is wrapped with a faint invisible blood-colored breath, but the shape and power of this axe determine that it cannot be used by the brave.

"Gavincent Skorwald, the inheritor of Tyr has appeared, I see the end of Ulduar's chaos in the reflection of the world, the order of the world will once again return to its place, Valhalla also needs more warriors to face possible crises, Hela's power is weakening, but Valagar still can't break this rule, so I have chosen you, one of the strongest warriors of the Viku, you will walk through the world with the mission of Valagar and me, and bring the souls of the brave into Valhalla. ”

The majestic giant paused, he stretched out his hand and tapped in the air, and a brilliant one-handed sword appeared in front of the figure,

"Take it, find someone who can inherit the will of the guardian of the truth, and put them to the test in your own way! If the situation allows, you can form an army to attack Hela, tens of thousands of years, it's too long. ”

The tall Viku respectfully took the sword in front of him, carefully wrapped it in the sword cloth he carried, and finally carried it behind his back, and slapped his chest vigorously with his left hand, making a sound like a war drum.

"Great Odin, I will live up to your expectations! I will bring the name of Valagarh's prowess back to the world. ”

"Very well, then go, take your bravery and turn the whole world upside down, hahaha! I give you the name of courage, go, let the world tremble!

At the same time, in Kalimdor, on the road from the barren Thousand Needles Stone Forest to Firas, the new Bloodhammer Athletic Champion, the Gladiator of the Broken Draenor Ace Gladiator, suddenly stopped, and he looked up in the direction of Theramore.

"What's wrong? Lagosh, is there anything you're familiar with?"

Beside him, a tall and wild High Elf asked curiously, she sat on Kodomon, and from time to time a twisted green dagger appeared in her hands, and on the other side of the Ace Gladiator, a silent Night Elf was looking at a book, and it was a druid as you could tell from his dress.

I don't know how the druids ended up in the gladiators' ranks.

"It's nothing, Valeera, I'm just... I just think there's something unusual about that place, probably because of my lost memories. ”

Lagosh smiled at the High Elf, the two scars on his face that ran across his cheeks looked more and more hideous, but they didn't destroy his original face, adding a different kind of wild charm to the black-haired fighter in an uncanny way.

The High Elf Assassin jumped lightly from the Kodo beast onto Lagosh's horse, thrust her tall body into Lagosh's arms, buried her beautiful face in the gladiator's chest, and whispered,

"Didn't Rhaegar already say yes, as long as we can win the Hammer of Doom gladiatorial tournament, we will be free, and Bearskin and I will accompany you to find your memories, don't worry, my dear, everything will be fine. ”

Lagosh was a little unaccustomed to this kind of intimacy, but finally reached out and hugged Valeera's shoulder, he snorted coldly, and the rebellious and wild momentum erupted,

"It's just a champion of the hammer of doom... Have we won fewer championships in the last three years? From the moment we stepped into Azeroth, the championship was in our pocket, bearskin, right?"

Lagosh looked at the quiet druid, who turned his head and pulled a smile on his peaceful face, which immediately turned hideous.

"Of course, you're right, my brother. ”