Lothar had a handsome face and a strong will.

Although he did not show any emotion at the moment, he was saddened by the death of his king and the plight of his country.

And for all this, he knows that he is at least 1/3 responsible.

Shame, remorse, and childlike innocence allowed the Lions of Azeroth to grow ahead of schedule.

He got rid of the sadistic heart of the court nobles early, and moved closer to the original Anduin Lothar earlier.

The old king is also a father and a king.

The new king is to him, and he is also a brother and a king.

Growing up without parents and growing up in the royal family of Stormwind City.

The attachment and affection for this country and the Urion family are as deep as the mountains.

Revenge for the old king.

Revenge for Stormwind.

Secure the throne for Ryan.

Kill all the trolls you can see, this is what Anduin Lothar once had to do, but now he is not as calm as a young man.

The troll team in front of him, Lothar has been staring at them for a long time.

This squad has a certain degree of organization, and in the midst of the great rout, it can actually guarantee the formation.

Compared to other crying fathers and mothers, trolls who can't wait to have a few more legs.

This relatively calm troll squad attracted Lothar's attention.

Lothar thinks it could be an elite of the Gulabash, possibly an army led by the big shots of the Gulabash trolls.

This has a high hunting value, suppressing the trolls, at least so that they will not dare to look at Stormwind from afar for decades, and the best way is of course to kill their elites as much as possible.

Lothar tracked down the small army of trolls, eventually capturing them in a low valley in the Fertile West.

A fight.

He was surprised to find that this small army of trolls, although in good order, was also able to cooperate with the battle.

The actual combat effectiveness and the combat effectiveness of their leaders can be said to be really average.

Angry, Lothar and the Iron Horse Brotherhood he had just formed didn't have much strength before these trolls were powerless to resist and were close to collapse.

Its leader, who had one of his arms cut off by Lothar, was not at all an angry opponent of Lothar.

If it was the former Lothar, in the face of such an enemy on the chopping block, he might still play a trick.

Now Lothar no longer has that naughty mentality.

He raised his newly-forged broadsword, intending to cut off the troll's head.

The moment the blade was about to get closer, he didn't expect a burst of dazzling golden light to be held on the troll's body, and a huge resistance power came from the blade.

Out of caution and wariness of the troll's various voodoo spells, Lothar gave up the attack, and he hurriedly jumped a few steps back.

The cavalry, which consisted mainly of members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood that he had formed after his return from the Valley of Thorns, also gave up the task of chasing down the other trolls, and vigilantly surrounded the vicinity of Lothar, ready to attack.

Lothar, who was full of vigilance, watched as the fallen troll leader "floated" from the ground.

That's right, it's really floating.

The troll chief, who originally had dark blue skin, was covered in gold at the moment, and his severed arm grew out, but it was a golden energy arm.

He closed his eyes.

Floating about a meter above the ground, facing human enemies.

The dark spear trolls who had killed and injured hundreds of clansmen, and the remaining clansmen who were still alive immediately gathered around the floating troll chief in surprise, shock and gentleness.

But the Darkspear trolls are on their knees.

The divine and great aura of the chief made the god-believing trolls guess what might have happened to the chief.

On the human side.

Lothar raised her broadsword, wary in her heart.

Sumeru.

The "Senkin" of the golden arm opened his eyes.

To the surprise of the young Lion of Azeroth, the eyes of the troll in front of him changed.

Rather than his eyes and pupils, the places near his eye sockets where they had been placed had become a golden flame and a silver flame.

Having had superficial contact with the Holy Light, the Enlightenment Mentor was Neras Elam, the archmage of the court, and was the best friend of Medivan.

Sir Lothar cannot be said to be very knowledgeable about mystical powers, but he is very familiar with them.

This knowledge was known to Lothar.

The troll in front of him is no longer the original "troll".

"Anduin Lothar? Ha~ You look so young! ”

Sure enough, Lothar was shocked as soon as the "troll" came out.

The reason is simple.

Lothar understands what the "trolls" say, because it is not the troll's own language, but the lingua franca of humanity.

It is the lingua franca of "troll", with a distinctly northern accent, much like the tone of human speech in the Lordaeron or Dalaran areas.

The Gulabash trolls and the Stormwind humans are unable to communicate.

In addition to race and grievances, another important reason is the language barrier.

It's been a month since the fighting, and it's the first time Lothar has seen a "troll" who can speak a human language.

What surprised him even more was that the "troll" in front of him would actually know him.

"What are you?" Lothar's face was expressionless, he knew that the troll in front of him was not a troll.

The "troll" scratched his head.

This is not just a question that Lothar has asked.

It seems that every enemy who sees himself for the first time asks a similar question.

Sometimes Tonatiu wonders what kind of "thing" he is now.

Trolls?

No troll is like himself, whether it's Zandaralah or Gulabashilai or Dakale, it's not like him.

After answering Senkin's prayers, Tonatyiu used the power of faith and Senkin's faith as a medium to bring consciousness and a small amount of power to Senkin.

This is thanks to the help of the system, and ordinary Loa and demigods will not use this trick. At most, they condense a new body with the power and power of pure faith.

Unlike Tonatiu, which descends through the medium of the body of a devout believer.

There are two ways to do it, the first is actually a doppelganger or incarnation of a deity.

This is the second benefit of being more conserved in energy and the power of faith, and being able to maintain stronger strength.

The disadvantage is that there must be a believer's body to be able to go up, and the strength of the believer's own physique will affect his strength level after coming.

If the believer's physical fitness is too poor, Tonatiu will not be able to maintain some strength after his arrival.

Moreover, after he and his power are gone, the believer who is descended will have a great physical deficit, and the life of a poor physique is not certain.

So this trick is unless it's an emergency, like in the case of Senkin; Or maybe the believer is good enough in rank and health to carry his strength and the deficit when he leaves.

Otherwise, Tornathiu would not have used this trick lightly.

Unexpectedly, the first time I used this trick, I met one of the future legends of Azeroth, the young version of Anduin Lothar.

Facing the problem of Lothar.

Tonatiu was somewhat speechless.

He really didn't know what a "thing" he was.

"Let's change the subject." Tonatiu, who was floating about a meter away, chuckled. "How about giving face? Spare these trolls in front of you, and I'll take your lead, Anduin Lothar. ”

"Why did you save them? Mysterious existence. Lothar muttered for a moment, then suddenly asked.

"Hahaha~"

Tonatiu smiled.

"Because they are my believers. They believe in me, and I will naturally protect them. Just as you believe in the Light, the Light will shelter you. ”

"So who are you? Mysterious existence. Lothar said.

"Hmm...... I am Tonatyiu, the vicarator of the sun god and the moon god. Tonatiu whispered.

"Tonatiu." Lothar put down the broadsword he had been holding and took a deep breath.

"You owe me a favor. A mysterious being called Tonatiu. Now, you can leave with your believers. ”

This surprised Tonatiu, who had thought that there would be a big battle before Lothar would let go of the pursuit of the Darkspear Clan.

Just said that, just casually.

I didn't expect Lothar to be so easy to talk and agree so easily.

Tonatiu was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and laughed heartily, "I will remember your favor, Anduin Lothar, the young lion of Stormwind." ”

Lothar stopped talking, he nodded, and took the lead and retreated far away, not even riding his horse.

The members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood who followed him almost all had puzzled expressions on their faces, wondering why their leader would spare these human enemies.

Seeing that Lothar was really sincere, he didn't even ride a horse to show that he didn't mean to pursue.

Tonatiu waved his hand, signaling the Darkspear Trolls to gather and follow him.

Trolls who are not injured or not seriously injured support the seriously injured trolls and snuggle up to each other and leave together.

The speed of retreat is quite fast, and trolls are trolls after all. Physique and resilience, there are few in the entire Azeroth clan that can fight.

Tonatiu didn't go, he floated in place, flying higher.

While looking at Lothar and these human cavalry, he looked in other directions from a high vantage point.

As far as the eye can see, the vast hilly plains are full of fleeing Gulabash trolls.

Behind these trolls were a large number of red-eyed human soldiers, biting at the back of the trolls' butts.

Trolls are dying all the time.

However, these fierce trolls, their counterattack before death, also made the pursuit of the human army not very good.

The hunted trolls died in large numbers, and the human army also suffered many casualties.

Actually, far away from Stormwind, without Medivan's words. If the fleeing trolls organize, or turn back to trap the beasts.

Then the tens of thousands of human armies that are chasing and killing are not at all the opponents of these Gulabash trolls.

However, Gulabash was frightened by Medivan, and there was no leader, so he didn't know how to resist but to escape.

Tonathiu shook his head.

Looking at the Darkspear tribe running for their lives, as well as several other small groups of trolls not far away who were also fleeing, an idea suddenly rose to his mind.

Tonatiu floated higher.

His body began to glow, a brilliant golden light, as if there was a small golden sun in the early morning near this area of the fertile western wilderness.

So much so that trolls and humans within a few tens of kilometers nearby can see his presence.

Then, a majestic voice spoke out of his presence and attributes in the language of trolls.

"Those who follow Tonna and Tiu will be able to escape from the abyss of death. Follow in my footsteps, Gulabashrais. ”

"Come to Tonatiu's side and believe in me with the Darkspear Clan."

"I will bring you back to the jungle in peace."

"This is not your home, the jungle is your home."

"Come to me."

"I will return with you safely."

"Come on."

"Gulabashilai."