"Anduin, are you going to begin?" asked Wendsol as he galloped towards Anduin Lothar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Let's go!" replied Anduin Lothar, who was again jumping off his galloping horse.

"All right, all dismount, all dismount!" Windsol and Marcus both looked excited, and loudly passed Anduin Lothar's order.

Dismounted?What are you doing????

"Why, think it's strange?" Anduin Lothar said with a smile as he looked at his disciple.

"Yes, Mr. Lothar...... We shouldn't ......," said Ureon with a nod, his spear and one-handed sword still clutched tightly in his hands, weapons that, like the armor on his body, were soaked in orc blood.

Anduin Lothar waved his hand at his disciple, signaling him to be uneasy, and then looked at the large number of members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

As the most elite troops of the Stormwind Kingdom, the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood have iron discipline, and in a matter of seconds, they have all left their horses and formed a phalanx behind Anduin Lothar.

Anduin Lothar hurried to the phalanx, and in the center of the front row, the core members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, such as Windthor and Marcus, stood unequivocally, and everyone knew that the Marshal of Stormwind was about to start speaking.

Urian nervously followed Anduin Lothar - he didn't know where he was, but as a squire, there was nothing wrong with him standing at Anduin Lothar's side - and he looked at his teacher's back with some envy, for he hoped that one day, he could be like Lothar and speak in front of a mighty army—as the king of Stormwind.

However, Anduin Lothar's first words made Ureon take Wryn by the fact that the Marshal of Stormwind said, "...... You cowards!"

Cowards?—Ureon felt that the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood were already the most heroic warriors in all of the kingdom of men—but the warriors were not commotioned by Anduin Lothar's words, they just listened quietly, and remained motionless.

"You're all cowards, including me, all of us. From the fall of Stormwind, we retreated to Lordaeron, and I reminded myself of that every day. We are powerless to defend our homeland and allow the civilians of the kingdom of Azeroth to be slaughtered by the barbaric invaders, and we can only rely on the forces of other human kingdoms to avenge them. Anduin Lothar's face was full of sorrow—and Ureon understood all this, for he knew that his teacher had spent every day in self-reproach and remorse since he came to Lordaeron.

"Every time I see the civilians of Stormwind who crossed the sea with us, my heart slices, King Terenus treats them well, but this is not their homeland. Every time I saw the eager eyes of the civilians, I knew they wanted us to avenge their dead loved ones, but I couldn't do it - I said to myself, Anduin Lothar, you coward, you made Stormwind fall into the hands of those greenskins. But the blood debt of the orcs must be paid with blood, and now, the day has finally come. Anduin Lothar's words changed sharply, and it turned out that he didn't mean to scold the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

"Prince Danas's army is returning here from the Sador Bridge, and King Terenus's army has launched an attack on these orcs. We may not be able to defeat these orcs despite the odds of the war, but we can inflict heavy damage on them and leave the task of destroying them to Prince Danas. Despite knowing that there was a limit to what he could do, Anduin Lothar was optimistic about the situation in the war as a whole.

"We have only one mission, and that is to kill all these orcs. Next, I, Anduin Lothar, and your future king, Varian Wrynn, will fight with you. Every one of you, listen, everyone, if each of us can kill five orcs, then this war will end in this land—even if we can't witness that moment, but the corpses we left here will be able to see it! Now, listen to my orders, Brotherhood of Iron Horses, let the blood burn!" Anduin Lothar thrust his two-handed greatsword into the ground in front of him, then pulled out the dagger from his waist and cut a long hole along the lines in his palm.

Blood continued to flow from the wound on Anduin Lothar's hand, dripping onto the ground beneath his feet, "Teacher Lothar, you ......," said Ureon eagerly—even in the battle of three thousand against three thousand, Anduin Lothar had not been wounded, and now, he ......

"Do the same, Wrynn. Anduin Lothar said to his disciples.

"Yes...... Teacher Lothar. Urian didn't know the point of doing so, but he plunged his spear and one-handed sword into the ground in front of him like his teacher, then drew the dagger from his waist and, following the teacher's example, made a long cut in his hand.

"Hiss......" Wryon let out a soft groan, but surprise replaced the feeling of pain, for he found that all the Iron Horse Brotherhood members in front of him, like himself and Anduin Lothar, solemnly raised their right hands, and scratched blood marks on them with daggers, as if they were performing some ritual.

"Hiss......" Ureon groaned again, this time not because of the pain, but because he seemed to know what Anduin Lothar meant by "let the blood burn."

As Lothar had said, Wryon now only felt that the blood he had shed was burning like hot butter in his palm, and he couldn't help but put his hand in front of him to look at it, only to find that the blood had dried up at some point.

Soon, the burning sensation began to spread from the palm of Wryon's hand, as if it were flowing through some unknown water pipe in his body, and he could feel exactly what liquid was flowing happily in his body.

"Uh......" Ureon felt a little uncomfortable, partly physically, partly mentally - he felt as if he was about to be swallowed up by something, and the scene in front of him began to be stained with a red background, and his heart began to reminisce about the joy of slashing those orcs on his warhorse.

Finally, Wryon couldn't hold back the strange feeling in his heart, and he jerked his weapon out of the ground in front of him, lifted it into the air, and roared loudly into the night sky where the bright moon hung in it.