The times are all around us. The two armies of the human race turned, looking at the marshal flag flying high, the big man of the Stormwind Kingdom came.

On the hill, Shane withdrew his anoma, and the bright white arcane sparks fell like snowflakes, dotted and fluttering like fireflies, from the top of his head to his waist, and finally disappeared into the dirt.

At the foot of the hill, a tall, valiant-looking human trotted down the hill on horseback, then turned over and dismounted, and walked up on foot with a few guards, and Wendthor followed behind the man.

"He's an amazing guy"

Brilliant magical aura surrounds the visitor, such as the lion's head and shoulder armor, the carved breastplate of the red iron horseshoe, and the fingertips under the fully covered steel armor, all of which shine with magical aura. On him, Shane saw two familiar pieces of equipment, the Silver Butterfly and the Tiger Strike, and two ornaments hanging from his waist. The magic items that used to come from his own hands were unexpectedly transferred to the hands of the comer.

But those are secondary, coming from the surface of the person's body, the distorted reality is the evidence of his greatness.

The person who came was a warrior, but he distorted reality, how did the non-spellcaster class distort reality? Is it a legendary-level power?

Shane is quite interesting and wants to explore, what is the difference between him and himself?

"Is Your Excellency His Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas of Dalaran?" One of the guards shouted to the hill: "The Grand Duke of Anduin-Lothar is here"

Neither Shane nor his subordinates said anything. In particular, a few of his subordinates had very indignant expressions.

The mountain was silent for more than ten seconds, and then shouted: "Which master of Silver Moon City is it?" The Duke apologized for the faux pas. ”

This time they exchanged echoes, with Shane nodding to his subordinates and one of his followers standing up to the bottom of the mountain.

"Master of the Silvermoon Council, Justice Quel'Salas. The chief archmage of White Tower City, Shane - Dawnblade is here. ”

After saying that, there was an echo from the bottom of the mountain, and the humans shouted loudly.

"The Duke would like to thank Your Excellency for your help, and please tell me about it, and the Duke will receive Your Excellency with a proper courtesy."

Shane nodded to his subordinates again. whispered a few words.

"The master asks the duke to go up the mountain to meet."

"Good," Anduin-Lothar said before he could reach his men, unsheathing his sword and removing his gloves.

"Lord Duke, please don't put yourself in danger"

"Danger? I can't see it, there are only hundreds of benefactors on the mountain who have saved my children, how can there be any danger. You don't have to come along, but I am alone in the face of an arcane master to show my utmost sincerity. ”

Shane laughed and said to a few of his men, "You also retreat." By the way, rescue the humans who were crushed under the horses and return them to them. ”

The human duke walked up the hill step by step, and Sean did not move, looking at his body and body, even the enchanted heavy armor could not hide the exploration of the Eye of Truth. Anduin-Lothar's blood flowed through his body, and his heart looked like a scorching furnace to Shane's perception.

Anduin-Lothar walked halfway up the slope and stopped after ten meters. An elven mage much smaller than him.

"What a clear man," Anduin-Lothar admired in his heart, and the elven hair in front of him hung back meticulously. The appearance is a gentle handsome, surrounded by a clear air, and the breath inside is free of impurities, like a clear pool at a glance. Lothar's current realm allowed him to break through the shackles of a little warrior and vaguely feel the laws of the flow of the world. Under this law, the elf in front of him is gentle, but it is a calm sea, and there is no bottom below the surface of the sea.

"I am Anduin Lothar"

"Shane - Dawn Blade"

"I've heard of you, Your Excellency is highly regarded by Master Antonidas in Dalaran."

"I've heard of you, too. Anduin-Lothar, the last bloodline of the Alahi dynasty. ”

"Why did you come?"

"You don't need to know," Shane replied to him.

Anduin Lothar smiled, then bowed his head slightly and apologized: "Then please tell me how to thank Your Excellency"

Shane smiled, "Tell me how you broke through the shackles of the warriors." ”

"No problem," Anduin-Lothar opened, "My experience was a natural breakthrough, and when the orcs appeared, I gradually broke through the rules that restricted warriors and did things that only a mage could do. ”

A glimmer of red glint clinged to his fingers.

Sean was surprised, perhaps because of the form of expression, he had never seen a similar power in his previous life, the red glow was the blood qi, or anger, attached to Lothar's fingers, and the power contained in it was constantly canceling out the arcane energy, elementals, and other forms of energy that were free in the air.

"A mage can't do that," Shane retracted his gaze.

The previous warriors couldn't do it, and the world of Azeroth was opened, and it was no longer the Garden of Eden closed in the Titan's protective circle.

Shane's gaze pierced the space, feeling the effects of the Dark Portal: what Antonidas once said, 'The rules change.' Analyzed at the same time as the use of blood and qi displayed by Lothar's fingertips, the Eye of Truth was running at full speed, rapidly consuming Shane's arcane powers.

For spellcasters, the best and worst times have come as the rules change. The power of his eight rings did not have the confidence to kill Lothar in front of him, and if he was closer, his certainty of saving his life would be greatly reduced. On the other hand, World Restrictions won't just be open to non-caster classes.

"Sean, Lord of the Dawnblade, though presumptuous"

Anduin Lothar pulled Shane's thoughts back in a loud voice. Shane looked at Lothar who spoke, and the meaning behind it was easy to guess, but he didn't want to get involved too much with Lothar too early. Familiar with history, Lothar led the opening of the Great Era, but why should it be posted!

I'm Shane-Dawnblade, not a follower of the times.

"Duke of Lothar, what can you give me? Do you think you have what I need? ”

"But"

"No, but."

"At least please clean up the battlefield and pick the loot" Anduin Lothar did not give up.

"No," Shane shook his head.

A blue tabernacle rose between humans and elves, and Shane turned, white arcane power rising from under his feet, wrapping around several of his men and disappearing into the white light.

There were only a few words to communicate with humans, and Shane thought that was enough, and that the purpose of his visit to the south was not to make a good impression of the future hero. At this time, the golden blood in his heart surged, like an omen, like joy, there was a divine existence nearby, and the weapons left by the orcs on the battlefield counted as nothing.

Anduin-Lothar let out a long sigh, deeply aware of the arrogance of the elves. I began to be unconfident in how much of a role my Arathi bloodline could play. After all, the troll war is a distant thing for humans, and it is a written word in a book. The Arathi Dynasty, which once unified mankind, could not stop the nail rake of time, and was torn apart by a rake. (To be continued......)

PS: Heartache is not two words, but a real feeling. The employees of state-owned enterprises have passed from the most painful time to the funeral, although there are still a lot of things to be solved in the future, but they have begun to be unstable and updated.