The Smiths are the richest and most philanthropic in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The young man who would later be known as the Ghost King Fin was the little master of the manor, he had a strict older brother, Clayt, and his father had little time to take care of the brothers since he was a child, and they each had their own hired playmates and servants.

The only thing the brothers had in common was a strong desire for the title of General, which was the most distressing thing for Old Mr. Smith, and they had as many gold coins as any goblin trade prince to spend in a lifetime. Why would his children risk their lives to defend a country they don't deeply understand?

Old Smith called his two sons to the sickbed, and looked at their sad expressions of forced composure, which made the chaebol feel a little funny.

"Ahem, ahem, that just makes me sadder, kids. He got up slightly from the bed and looked at Clay with a smile.

Lavra Roo seemed to have more difficulty controlling his emotions than his brother, although he kept saying, "Father, you will be well! We have sent for Father Jerry, whose light can heal you." But Lavraro was still crying, and he knew better than anyone that his father's life would not last until then.

Old Smith gently wrapped his arm around his son, who was half-kneeling in front of him, and playfully played with Lavraro's pigtails: "Your mother was intercepted by the orc invaders, but please don't hate, don't take revenge, I don't want to see you in hell so early." ”

Clay held back her tears, the two brothers did not follow their father's wishes, never cared about the experience and lessons learned in the business field, and they had their own unique opinions on the knife and gun. Both Clay and Finn understand what they want. They want to serve their country with the exquisite skills they have practiced diligently.

Old Smith cleared his throat and said to his two sons, "I may be too lacking in communication with you, and I don't mean to stop you from going to war, but to let go of hatred." Let go of your hatred not only for the orcs, but also for all those who have hurt you. ”

Lavraro recalled the tragic death of his mother and stubbornly shook off his father's hand: "No!

There was no hint of impatience on Old Smith's face: "Be more lenient." To all living beings in this world. ”

Clay tugged at his brother's clothes, signaling that his father was no longer breathing.

Lavraro suddenly stood up, grabbed his brother by the collar, and shouted, "What are you? You're just a bastard brother who always dictates to me! I will become a general before you, and I will avenge my mother sooner than you!"

Clayte: "Revenge? That orc might be dead! Who are you going to get revenge on?"

Lavralo: "Mother was only known to a few people at that time to escort military supplies, I don't believe that it was such a coincidence that those bandits would go so far away from their own mountains to commit crimes! Don't you understand? Mother is just a victim of competition between consortia!"

Clayte: "Of course I know, didn't you understand what my father just said?

Lavraro: "Then you're still pretending to be deaf and dumb, and you won't tell me anything!"

Clay let his younger brother tug at his shirt and explained calmly: "Father is afraid that if you do something stupid, it will harm you and our family!"

Lavraro became even more furious: "Home? Where is home without them? Do you think that your home is all these magnificent houses? Do you think that those antique vases and high-end furniture are your home?"

Clayte: "Of course not, they're part of the family, and you're part of the family, but you're more important than these things!"

Lavra Rosa opened his hand and gave his brother a push: "From today onwards, I am no longer part of this family. ”

The younger brother chose to leave, taking only his personal sword. Clayt couldn't think of a word of retention, and in fact he wanted revenge, but his father's words kept dispelling the thought.

A week later, a joint warrant was issued between the Holy See and the Royal Court, and Lavraro was wanted for the massacre of the entire noble estate.

Clayt wasn't surprised, he knew his brother was capable of beating anyone, and he did what he said.

None of the teams that hunted down the killer had received any money, and even if they found Lavralalo, they wouldn't be able to defeat him, Clayter thought.

King Minethil summoned Clay and begged the newly appointed magistrate to help arrest his brother.

Clay refused the king's request, and only said to the king: "If I am not the elder brother and the magistrate of the kingdom of Lordaeron, maybe the people you want are the brothers!"

Because of this sentence, Clete was removed from his position and all family property was confiscated. He became the mysterious shadow sheriff of the royal city of Lordaeron, and wherever there were villains, he would appear and punish those people. Among the confiscated possessions was a giant blade that could not be carried by those who came to raid the house, so Clay secretly kept it and named it "Flash".

Except for Clayte, probably no one knows where Lavraro is hiding. Only the elder brother could know the younger brother's thoughts, and he must have settled in the manor where he was bloodbathed.

The manor was the domain of the Agamande family, and the police officers in charge of the murder did not find Lavraro hidden in the tomb. He took out a beautifully carved stone heavy sword from one of the tomb's coffins, he had not yet regained his freedom and was not in the mood to name the weapon.

A few years later, the entire kingdom of Lordaeron fell under the threat of plague and zombies, and the Undead Scourge overwhelmingly captured the royal city of Lordaeron with absolute numerical superiority and quickly destroyed it.

Lavraro returned to the royal city and fought a fierce battle with the scourge there, but the battle was doomed from the start. Because quantitatively, it's 7000vs2.

Clayter survived the disaster and was the first to find Lavraro. The two were helpless to contend with nearly 10,000 natural disasters. They fought and walked. Eventually escaping to an abandoned dock, the Scourge surrounded the riverbank, but no one wanted to approach it.

Because the two brothers had already slain the undead scourge, the dastardly scourge began throwing flasks full of liquid plague onto the docks.

In vain in the boat, Clay stretched out her hands to pick up her brother. But a flask landed on his brother's head, and the green smoke eroded his skin.

Lavraro raised his greatsword and slammed it into the edge of the trestle, the rope broke, and the boat went down the wind, farther and farther away. Clay still stretched out his hand, watching his brother's powerful swings and slashes shatter the bodies of the Scourge soldiers.

In this way, Clay first floated in the river, and then the river merged into the sea. Six months later, Clyte finally returned to the Eastern Kingdom with the currents. No one knows how he survived at sea.

Tired and hungry, Clay eventually fainted in the woods and was rescued by Generalissimo Berval Vortagen. The two admired each other, and Bowwal gave the title of Captain Clayte, who joined the army on the first day, which attracted the envy and slander of many. But in the end, the brave and combative Clay Smith earned everyone's respect.

Clayt won't forget that his brother saved his life, what a jerk, what an impulsive brother. Clay would never quarrel with him again, or be cursed by him pointing at the tip of his nose, and never be in this relationship.

Clay took the initiative to ask for a job transfer, and he wanted to go to Lordaeron to suppress the natural disaster.

He was successfully sent to the Arathi Heights, and the king was tasked with getting him and his troops to recapture Fort Riptide, which was once the capital of the Torbairn kingdom and was now a haven for thieves and ogre thieves.

But before the troops could see the shadow of Fort Riptide, they spotted a large army of orderly undead.

Clayt goes against his original mission to fight the undead, only to be surprised to find that the other party's leader is his brother.

The two battled, and Clay finally learned that the elven ranger Sylvanas had escaped the Lich King's control with a large number of undead. Now the younger brother in front of him is the original younger brother, but the troops he leads belong to the orc tribe, and both of them have 10,000 reasons to kill each other. But the goal is not so easy to achieve, not only because the two are equal in strength, but also because the two of them can't kill the killer...

The two forces fought for several months in the Arathi Heights, with heavy casualties on both sides. If Sylvanas hadn't recalled the Finn Guards Brigade, they might have killed the only loved one in the world.

In the Valley of Arathi's Refuge, Clay held a grand celebratory feast. Although the food was only wild velociraptor meat, the people were happy. One is happy for the victory of the battle, and the other is happy for not losing both.

On the third day, a herald arrived in the Valley of Refuge, bringing with him a secret order sealed with fire.

Clay said to Adjutant Aria, "Scourge ... Should I be happy to fight the Scourge, or should I worry about the future of Stormwind?"

Yalia struggled for a moment, then lowered her head.

This chapter is taken from the Heroes of Azeroth, written by historian and writer Glanlot Oslo, and is not written in a rigid biographical style, but in a novelistic style that is closer to life and more acceptable to the inhabitants of Azeroth.