"This is ......" Varian looked at the dark green flask in Lothar's hand, his face puzzled. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Although he is not the kind of illiterate scumber, Varian does lack interest in anything other than technical combat, and he can be said to have no knowledge in the categories of herbology and alchemy.

"Do you remember when you said that a warrior can't defeat a paladin?" Lotharpin held his arm, the dark green flask in his hand unmoved, and suddenly brought up what Varian had said on the way to Dunhold Castle.

"Yes......" Varian hesitated for a moment, then explained, "Paladins like Mograine were top warriors before they learned those magical arts. After he learned those holy arts, how could these warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, as good as they were, defeat such a paladin?"

"In theory, yes. A strange smile appeared on the corner of Lothar's mouth, an expression rarely seen on the face of the normally strict Marshal of Stormwind, "But there are always exceptions. ”

"Exception?" Varian's gaze turned to the dark green potion bottle in Lothar's hand, and suddenly thought of something, and then asked excitedly, "Do you mean...... Can the warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood use this potion to become more powerful, and then defeat paladins of the same level with holy blessings?"

Varian wasn't stupid, and when Windsor and Marcus retorted to him, he knew that the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, or at least the core members, must have some kind of mysterious means to give these warriors the confidence to defeat the paladins led by Mograine - these warriors, although they have their own pride, they are not arrogant.

The same can be said. Anduin Lothar hesitated for a moment, reassuring himself in his mind that he was right—Varian's identity was that of himself, unlike the warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, he was not only a soldier, a warrior, but also the king of Stormwind, the ruler of the entire southern continent of Azeroth, if ......

But the hesitation was only a matter of moments - I was just telling Varian everything he should know, as the future king of Stormwind, he was qualified and had to know this, and as for what he would choose next, it was up to the kid to decide, the king should have his own mind, Anduin Lothar told himself.

Opposite Marshal Stormwind, Varian was already excited to dance - becoming stronger was a dream that every teenager had dreamed of at one time or another, especially for Varian, who had a blood feud with the orcs.

Young Varian, who more than once dreamed of becoming an omnipotent god, expelled and exterminated the orcs who had invaded his homeland with boundless divine power, was then praised by Mr. Lothar...... More than once I woke up from the excitement and found that it was nothing more than a fantasy.

But now, though he didn't know what Lothar sensei had told him about the existence of such a miraculous potion, Varian had begun to fantasize about using it, though he didn't know exactly how it was used After that, maybe he could find Uther before fighting the orcs, dashing his gloves still on Uther's face, defeating this long-established powerhouse in front of the paladins of the Silver Hand Knights and the warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood in a duel, and then telling him with a serious face how a qualified teacher should treat his disciples......

Thinking of this, Varian couldn't help but reach out to take the dark green potion in Anduin Lothar's hand, but Marshal Stormwind didn't have the slightest intention of letting go.

"Teacher Lothar?" Varian looked up in surprise and looked at Anduin Lothar in front of him.

"Varian, do you know what this is?" Anduin Lothar's iron-clad arms were straight, and the shiny iron joints on his gauntlets exuded an unusually cold aura in the moonlight. Although his beard and hair were white, the burly body of the Marshal of Stormwind made Varian, who had already grown up strong, still look like a child in front of him.

"I don't know...... But what you gave me, Mr. Lothar, will certainly not do me any harm. Varian affirmed.

"It's troll blood. Anduin Lothar looked at his disciple and slowly uttered words that made Varian shudder.

The moment he heard Anduin Lothar's words, Varian's palm on his teacher's gauntlet shrank suddenly, he looked at his teacher and was stunned for a long time, judging from Anduin Lothar's resolute expression, his teacher was not joking, so he immediately took a few steps back, stared at the bottle of dark green blood, and said in some shock: "Troll blood? Teacher Lothar, I don't understand, this kind of ...... How could this kind of thing be...... How can you make a warrior stronger?"

Like the undying relationship between dwarves and cavemen, if there is any enemy that humanity must destroy on this road, it must be the filthy trolls.

Since the time of Soladin the Great, wars have broken out between humans and this tall, savage, intelligent creature that has lasted for thousands of years.

Varian had never seen a troll in person, and even Anduin Lothar himself had rarely fought a troll. These cunning and savage creatures have been cowering in the dense forests for thousands of years after their defeat at the hands of the combined forces of humans and the High Elves.

But that didn't stop Varian from his disgust and ...... for this evil creature Fear. Yes, fear, even in the face of orcs, Varian would not be so nervous.

In the few limited accounts of trolls in the books that Varian has come into contact with, the creature is mentioned as savage and cruel, and the fact that it will devour its own kind has been the consensus of anthropologists in the study of trolls, not to mention the evil voodoo spells, which are said to use their own blood sacrifices to summon evil and filthy spirits from the other world for fun.

Troll's Blood...... Not to mention where Anduin Lothar got it, just thinking about the need to swallow it or apply it to his body—which is probably the way the potion is used—Varian felt itching on his body, and the urge to gag in his chest.

"Yes, but it's not just troll blood. This is a potion left by my ancestors, made from the blood of trolls and mixed with other herbs. If you take this potion, Varian, you will be able to gain even greater power. This power is no less powerful than the holy arts mastered by Mograine. Anduin Lothar saw his disciple's frightened appearance, his expression did not change much, but he took a step forward, came to Varian's face, stuffed the dark green potion into his hand, and then stood quietly - he knew that his disciple must have countless questions waiting to be answered at this moment.