"Leave? no, no, no...... How can this work?" Ureon said three nos in a row, although there was no way to get out of Anduin Lothar's powerful palm, he still subconsciously took a few steps back, and looked at Lothar as if he had known the teacher on the first day, "Teacher Lothar, you told me, and my father also told me, that a warrior must never run away, I can't be a deserter......! If that's the case, how can I be worthy of my father, worthy of the people of Stormwind?"

"Shut up, Wrynn, you idiot!" Anduin Lothar uttered, almost snarling. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Do you think I'm going to make you a deserter? Ureon, remember, you're not a soldier, you're not a warrior, you're the future king of Stormwind, the last man on the continent to have the last name, if even you die...... Tell me, how can I be worthy of your dead father?Who will lead the people of Stormwind to rebuild their homeland?" Anduin Lothar tucked his two-handed sword into the ground beside him, and his hands gripped Wrynn's shoulders with such force that the knuckles of his fingers turned a little white.

"Teacher Lothar......" Ureon's voice softened, partly because of Anduin Lothar's words, and partly because of ...... Tears welled up in Anduin Lothar's face - on a bloody battlefield, the battle-hardened Marshal of Stormwind wept.

"Wrynn, you must live to see the orcs fall, and lead the people of Stormwind to rebuild their homeland, your father will be proud of you, promise me, Wrynn, you must live. Anduin Lothar took his disciple in his arms and wrapped his arms around his back.

"Teacher Lothar...... I promise you......" There was a little choked in Urien's voice - in his heart, Anduin Lothar was as important as his father, and it could even be said that the image of his father in Urian's mind was very much the same as that of Anduin Lothar.

"Good boy, your father will be proud of you......" Anduin Lothar let go of Ureon, and as his body separated, the Marshal of Stormwind whispered in his disciple's ear, "Me too." ”

Tears flowed uncontrollably from Wrynn's eyes, both for the upcoming separation from Anduin Lothar and for the approval of the elder who was also a mentor and father after all these years.

At the center of the battlefield, Abydis and Uther stood back to back, struggling to resist the onslaught of orcs, who seemed to be fearless and tired, despite the prowess of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"Whew...... ...... "Abidis gasped loudly, as if the group of orcs in front of him could not be killed, let alone those strong and tall ogres.

"It seems that today is going to be ......," Uther began.

Abidis couldn't see Uther's face now, but he could tell from Uther's voice that he wasn't in a bad mood right now.

"I don't know how Arthas is now, I hope he doesn't mess around. Uther somehow remembered Arthas.

"Do you remember His Royal Highness Prince Arthas?" Abidis was skeptical, feeling that Uther had forgotten his disciple long ago.

"Why don't you remember? I was his teacher. Uther smiled and said, "Don't tell me you don't know this, Abydis, I know you've always cared about this. ”

The relationship between men is very simple, and the experience of fighting together can make two men who didn't like each other well before joke on the tense battlefield.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas...... The Light will bless him. Abydis remembered the sights of seeing Arthas in the valley of Alterac and in the town of Southsea, and prayed reverently to the Light.

"Hey, hey, little girl, I don't think you can hold it for long, so let's catch it quickly!" Zujin and Aurelia crossed again, this time, Aurelia's gasps were more intense, and she staggered after staggering past Zujin and couldn't stand up right away.

Aurelia's tight leather armor was stained with blood, mostly from herself, her blonde hair soaked with sweat clinging to her face messily, and the cloak behind Aurelia was split in half in the middle, the lower half of which was missing, and the High Elf Ranger leader, who had always been attentive to appearance, didn't care at all.

Aurelia didn't have the energy to care even if she wanted to, Zu Jin was really strong, even the best of the rangers couldn't compete with him, in contrast, Aurelia began to hope that Zu Jin didn't recognize the wrong person - how good it would be if she was really the one who shot him blind, at least it meant that she could defeat him.

"Don't even think about it!" Aurelia bit her lip, even though she was extremely tired by this time, and every scar on her body reminded her that victory was a luxury, she mustered up the last of her strength, stood up straight, and spat at Zujin.

Naturally, Zujin didn't care about this--he didn't even bother to wash his face and brush his teeth--the emperor of the Troll Empire looked in good shape, he didn't have too many scars on his body, he looked at ease, and slowly paced under the hateful gaze of Aurelia - a good hunter must torture his prey well before killing that prey.

Behind Aurelia, Kante struggled to the death with the Emperor's troll headhunters who were constantly rushing towards them.

Under the onslaught of this group of fanatical trolls, Kante and his Lordaeron Royal Guard struggled to survive, and he didn't even have time to watch the solo battle between Aurelia and Zugin.

Everywhere on the battlefield, the combined forces of humans and High Elves were locked in bitter battles, and the humans and High Elf rangers continued to fall, but the desperate fight of this group of warriors cost the orcs the same lives.

Even in the rear of the battlefield, Tyrone Bloodseeker and his Death Knights joined the warband, not every Dwarven Griffin Knight was dragged down by the Death Grip and killed, and many Dwarves took out their signature hammers and battle axes to attack the Death Knights.

Although the Death Knights were physically strong and capable of using dark spells, the dwarves opposite them were equally brave and skilled in battle, and they were also able to use shamanic spells, and for a while, the two were evenly matched, but the Death Knights were more numerous, and the balance of victory was at the end of the battlefield, and it began to tilt slowly to the side of the tribe.