July of Flowing Fire.

July in the north is the hottest time of the year, and the midday sun hangs high in the sky and shines straight on the earth.

At this time.

Lothar left the bustling royal capital of Lordaeron and traveled overland all the way to the Hillsbrad Hills, where he spent a few days in Dalaran.

He came to a manor near Dalaran.

in the living room.

Lothar stared at the table in front of her.

On the table, the tablecloth with small flowers has a natural and intimate feeling.

On the light-colored plain tablecloth, some flowers with soft colors are printed dotted, and the warm atmosphere is quietly coming.

Compared to the brightness and elegance of Lordaeron and the mystical luxury of Dalaran, the décor of this small living room is nothing more than an ordinary rustic style.

Lothar prefers it here.

Because this is a bit similar to the pragmatism of the Stormwind Kingdom, the citizens of the Stormwind Kingdom have never liked to waste care on this kind of thing.

Stormwind City, surrounded by enemies, even the nobles are pragmatist aristocrats.

The owner of this room is a noble person, and has a strong influence in the real Bled Hills and Dalaran.

I didn't expect her holiday manor to be so simple and simple.

After staring at the tablecloth for a moment.

The owner here didn't keep Anduin Lothar waiting too long.

She appeared in the living room.

"I'm sorry. I had just returned from Gilneth and was resting when I heard that a distinguished visitor had arrived. ”

Lothar saw a beautiful white face, with a dignified smile, and the sunlight shining through the windowsill on her clear eyes, like two stars.

"You're Ser Anduin Lothar, aren't you? A guest of the Southern Stormwind Kingdom. ”

"Huh?! Hello! Lothar quickly stood up.

He had heard that this Dharma Master was very young, but he didn't expect her to be so young and so beautiful.

"I am Anduin Lothar, from the Kingdom of Stormwind. On behalf of King Ryan Ureon, I have come here to visit Lord Modra Aztec...... You ......"

"I'm Modra."

Modra looked at Lothar in front of her, and she said softly, "What is the matter with you coming to me?" ”

"Are you really Lord Modra?! You look so young!! Lothar said sincerely.

"Did you come all the way because of my age?" Modra asked him.

Although her tone was calm, the context was not polite at all. Compared with the various aristocratic ladies that Lothar met during this time in Lordaeron and in Dalaran, it was a world of difference.

"No, no, no." Lothar hurriedly said, he realized her identity, a master, a Kenrito Master. And those aristocratic ladies can't be compared.

"I am coming on behalf of my king. My king would like to know whence the information which thou hast told the nations. Is it really real? Is there really an otherworldly monster invading our world? ”

Lothar hurriedly stated the purpose of his trip - to be far away in the kingdom of Medivan and Ryan, and asked him to come and visit Lord Modra to determine the truth of the barbarian invasion.

"I'm telling the truth."

Modra said calmly.

"But it looks like no one believes it." She said.

"No, at least my king seems to believe." Lothar said again hurriedly, though he didn't believe it himself.

"I only have one word."

Modra said to Lothar.

"Everything I said is true. If you don't prepare, humanity will regret it one day. ”

Lothar looked at her.

He was speechless.

The young master, she looked serious.

……

……

When the best friends are searching for the "truth" in the north.

Medivan in the South.

Recently, I've been bothered by something.

There are two to be exact.

One of them is insignificant, it's just a little bit of a diaphragm that should hit him.

The other thing is that he can't sleep at night lately.

First of all, King Lane had been looking at him strangely lately.

Whenever Medivan approached some priests, mages, and knights, the king would cast probing glances, as if wondering what he would do with them.

By the way, these are all men.

His Majesty the King behaved a little obviously.

It was so obvious that Medivan couldn't help but check His Majesty with holy light and arcane arts, worried that he was controlled by some evil spell.

The results of the examination showed that everything was fine with His Majesty the King.

It's a trifle.

Another thing that really bothered him.

Since returning from the Endless Sea, a woman's voice has been echoing in his mind.

The woman asked him to go to a place in the northeast of the Stormwind Kingdom, where she was waiting for him.

Medivan refused.

He didn't want to leave the Stormwind Kingdom right now.

The people here love him, and the king here is one of his best friends. Here's his favorite Alwyn wine, and here is his favorite Alwyn pork.

But the voice grew more and more pronounced, and became more and more anxious, and she sounded desperate to want Medivan to go where she wanted him to go.

Medivin has been resisting.

But the power of this resistance is getting weaker.

Cathedral of the Holy Light.

As one of the monks here, he was also a close friend of the king and a guardian of the country.

Medivan has a high status here.

But there was another monk who didn't make a big splash and didn't have any great connections.

It's just that with his usual bits and pieces, and the Holy Light's attachment to him, he even has a higher status than Medivan in the Holy Light Cathedral in Stormwind City.

His name is Alonsos.

He also has another identity, this priest of the Light is Medivan's guide on the path of the Light.

It was he who gave him enlightenment and guidance when he woke up in a coma in Madison.

So when Medivan was troubled by that voice in his heart, he went to the cathedral and asked Bishop Alonthos for advice.

At dusk.

There wasn't much of a person in the cathedral.

This is the time for dinner to be prepared, and believers and people generally do not come now.

The church was empty enough to accommodate thousands of people singing holy hymns.

At this moment, apart from a few probationary priests who were cleaning, there were only Medivan, Alonsos, and a teenager not far away who was reading the Way of Light.

The boy was a pupil of Alonsos, his name was Benedictas, and he was once the son of an ordinary farmer in the Fertile West.

He is now a probationary priest at the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind.

"So it's the voice in your heart that haunts you. Right, Mad? Alonsos smiled mildly as he listened to Medivan's troubles.

"Yes." Medivan nodded.

He didn't even tell King Lane about it, he was worried that His Majesty would worry about him.

Bishop Alonsos is young, but he knows what is going on in Medivan's mind.

"Do what you want." He said this to Medivan.

“…… Do what I want," Medivan muttered.

"The Light will watch over you."

Bishop Alonsos said it again.

"Holy Light, will look at my ......"