Anduin Lothar didn't finish his sentence, he looked at the young man beside him, and sighed - the baby, who was once less than half an arm's length, now has reached his shoulder, and the heir of the Stormwind Kingdom has become a brave young man, and his appearance is more and more like his long-dead father, who is also Lothar's best friend, King Ryan Ureon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Let's go, Varian, and go outside the castle. Lothar suddenly reached out and grabbed Varian's shoulder, bringing herself closer to the teenager.

The Marshal of Stormwind walked with his disciples into the field outside Castle Dunhold, and under the strange gaze of the soldiers guarding Fort Riptide, Anduin Lothar whispered as he walked, "Let's go, Varian. As your teacher, your guardian, I have one last thing to teach you......"

When Varian and Anduin Lothar finally reached the field outside Dunhold Castle, the young prince found that the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood were already waiting for them with torches.

Varian followed Anduin Lothar briskly towards the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and he heard his teacher ask, "The camp has been set up?"

A red-haired warrior nodded and replied, "Yes, everyone has rested. Anduin Lothar looked sideways at his disciple and saw that he was curiously observing several large boxes on the ground.

"Teacher Lothar, what are these boxes for?" At the feet of the Iron Horse Brotherhood members lay several wooden boxes with hoops of iron wrapped around the edges. Varian knew that it must have been "those things" that Mr. Lothar had asked these people to take, but he didn't know what they were, and what made him even more curious was that these things didn't look light, and what was the important role that they needed to be carried in the barracks during the rapid march.

"Wendsol, Marcus...... Give us a moment. Anduin Lothar did not answer his disciple's question, but again made a request to the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

Although Anduin Lothar, who had always been a dignified woman, looked like a mother-in-law tonight, the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood walked over cooperatively and began to talk in a low voice.

Anduin Lothar turned to face a somewhat dazed Anduin, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned for him to approach the boxes. Varian crouched down in front of a box, and was about to reach for the lid when his teacher grabbed him by the wrist.

Anduin Lothar stopped his disciple from trying to open the box, crouched down in front of him, and whispered, "Let me come." ”

Varian obediently withdrew his hand, only to find that his strong master and guardian's palm was trembling slightly, and although he touched the edge of the box, he never opened it, as if there was something in the box that frightened the iron-clad man.

Finally, Lothar seemed to make up her mind and jerked the lid of the box open. A soft double moon glow pours into the chest, illuminating the space inside in blue and white.

"This is ......," Varian's voice was a little surprised—he had thought that what Mr. Lothar carried in the barracks like a treasure and showed himself like a treasure must be a real treasure.

What the young prince of Stormwind didn't expect was that there was no gold, silver and jade in the chest, but a huge one-handed sword lying down. The broad blade of the sword, almost half a meter, was bent towards the back of the sword at the end of the heavy blade, slightly raised in an arc. Although it looks like a one-handed sword, judging from its heavy feel, it is not unavoidable as a one-handed hammer or a one-handed axe.

"What is this?" Wari was a little excited—could it be that Mr. Lothar was going to give him a powerful weapon? That was great, I had heard the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood say that among Mr. Lothar's weapons was a divine sword, could it be this?

"This is the weapon I used to use...... When the orcs first invaded your father's territory, I used this weapon to kill countless green-skinned cubs. Anduin Lothar's trembling hand reached into the wooden box, stroking the blade, which seemed to be stained red with blood.

"That's amazing!" Varian couldn't help but exclaim, not knowing whether to praise the weapon or his brave teacher.

Varian had never seen Anduin Lothar in battle, and few people had ever spoken to him of it, either in the court of Stormwind or since coming to Lordaeron.

As a result, Varian had never seen a weapon that Anduin Lothar had actually used. The marshal of Stormwind usually only carries the standard longsword of the Stormwind soldiers, and even if someone provokes him, Lothar never uses the weapons of the battle array during the duel.

"Varian...... Do you know why I'm so slow to let you go to battle?" asked Anduin Lothar suddenly.

"Yes...... It's because ...... My fighting skills are not good enough, the battlefield is dangerous, and I risk my life. Varian replied subconsciously.

"This sword was given to me by your father. Before he was assassinated, I carried this weapon to the battlefield...... After your father died, I never used it again......" Anduin Lothar's voice was filled with sadness.

"Why?" Varian didn't quite understand, he didn't think that Mr. Lothar was the kind of person who didn't have the courage to face the relics of the deceased, and according to the character of this teacher, he should take up the weapon given to him by his father, kill more orcs, and avenge his father and the subjects of the Stormwind Kingdom.

"When I was younger, I, your father and Medivan, traveled the continent together...... I still remember that time. Remember, child, that you must cherish your friends, and even if you become the supreme king, you need friends to share this glory. Instead of answering his disciple's questions, Anduin Lothar began to reminisce.

"I understand, Mr. Lothar. Varian nodded, thinking of his playmate, Arthas Minethir, Prince of Lordaeron. Varian didn't have many friends other than Arthas, but as a close friend, one was enough.

"We found a long sword in an abandoned cave. Anduin Lothar continued, "The Light was above, it was so dazzling, so dazzling, as if it were the Light itself. I really can't imagine that a treasure like this would hide in a dark cave for years until we were lucky enough to find it. ”

"Quelzaram. This is the name given to that sword by Medivan. He said it was a sacred sword that belonged to the gods, but he didn't tell me and your father what the gods were. In fact, I should have thought that maybe at that time, Medivan was already ...... Descending into darkness, this friend of ours knows so much more than even the most learned mage......" Anduin Lothar uttered inexplicable words, not caring if his disciple could keep up with his own train of thought.