Gianna Proudmoore stepped out of Violet Castle and took a deep breath of fresh air outside. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She had been in the forbidden place of Violet Castle for more than a week, and she had been learning those esoteric spells and feeling the powerful arcane powers, and she was tired.

So when she saw the bright sunshine again, even though it was dusk, Gianna was still very happy.

Dalaran was quiet at dusk, with few pedestrians, and Gianna accidentally saw that the street lamps on the side were tied with white ribbons.

Could it be that a big man has passed away?

Gianna was a little puzzled, could it be that His Majesty Fa Ou had been hearing that his health was very bad during this time, and that would be a great loss for the entire alliance!

A small dwarf happened to pass by, with a lamp lighter in his hand, lighting the street lamp next to him.

"Mr. Wendell!" Gianna said with a smile.

Wendell Spark, the lamplighter of Dalaran, turned around and saw Gianna's figure: "Hello, Miss Prodmore! ”

Gianna pointed to the lamp and asked curiously, "Do you know who these white ribbons are for?" ”

Wendell's face suddenly became a little unnatural, and he was stunned for a moment before he spoke: "No, I'm sorry Miss Broadmoore, I don't know anything!" ”

With that, the dwarf dwarf left quickly.

Gianna was stunned, a little unconvinced.

But soon she laughed it off: "It doesn't matter who he died, if it's important, the teacher will definitely notify me!" “

Gianna, who had dispelled her doubts, walked to Luin Square, and now she wanted to go back to her room and rest for a while.

When passing by a hotel called "Pigs and Whistles", she suddenly changed her mind because she suddenly felt a little thirsty.

So Gianna walked into the hotel and politely asked the innkeeper, a somewhat scruffy dwarf, "Hello, Mr. Dwarf, can you bring me a glass of cellared Dalaran red wine?" “

A dwarf with messy hair came over, his eyes were red, as if he had cried not long ago, and he asked hoarsely, "Miss, what do you need?" ”

"A glass of cellar Dalaran red wine!" Gianna said patiently.

"Okay!" The dwarf left in despair, and a few minutes later he carried a barrel of wine and placed it on the table.

Gianna frowned, this was a barrel of the highest degree of Alterac brandy, her own amount of wine was very small, it was impossible to drink it, she said softly: "Mr. Dwarf, maybe you took the wrong one!" ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, beautiful young lady, maybe Soriel is a little distracted!" The dwarf said with a decadent expression, and hurriedly returned to the counter, took a full goblet over, and handed it to Gianna: "Miss, the cellar Dalaran red wine you want!" ”

This time, as you can tell from the colour and taste, it is a fine vintage Dalaran red wine.

"It's alright, Mr. Sorier!" Gianna smiled and said, "I seem to sense that you are a little sad?" ”

Gianna didn't expect that her words would suddenly make the dwarf in front of her cry.

"What's wrong, Mr. Soryl?" She picked up the dwarf in a bit of a panic.

Solriel, the dwarf, wept as he sat down in front of Gianna, opened the bucket of Alterac brandy, and poured himself a full glass.

Gianna was even more puzzled, not knowing what was going on with the dwarf named Soriel.

"This glass of wine in honor of my friend, Arthas!" Sorrill sprinkled the brandy on the ground.

Gianna was stunned.

Soriel didn't notice Gianna's abnormality, and he began to fall into memories.

"When I first met Alsace, I didn't know who he was, I thought he was a drunkard who came to me for a drink and didn't pay, and I was wary of him...... Unexpectedly, this young man not only has a good amount of alcohol, but also has a bold shot, a few gold coins at a time, and never owes money for wine......"

Naturally, Thoriel liked this kind of person to hang out a lot, so he chatted with him a little more before he realized that he was the prince of Lordaeron...... Where have Sorrill ever seen such a big man before, but instead of taking me lightly, Prince Alsace has always treated me as a friend of an ordinary hotel owner! One time the bastards in the sewers came to trouble me, and he helped me get rid of it......"

"He often avoided his attendants and secretly came to Sorier's hotel to drink, and every time he drank, he was very drunk! When Soriel asked him why he was drinking so badly, Arthas told me with a sad face that he had a girl he liked, and that he had made a mistake and broken her heart, so he wanted to apologize to her, but she was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to him, even though he had been waiting downstairs in her room for a long time...... He's sad, and when he's sad, he wants to get himself drunk......"

Gianna's body trembled a little, she never knew this, Kael'thas clearly said that Arthas didn't go to her!

"Then Arthas left, saying that he was going to deal with something about the plague, and when he was done, he would definitely come back and completely recover the girl he liked...... Soriel also promised him that he would leave a barrel of the best quality Alterac brandy waiting for him to help him celebrate......"

"As a result, Solriel got the news yesterday that poor Arthas had been assassinated by several plague believers, and he could not return...... I've treasured the Alterac brandy for a few months, and it's useless now......"

The dwarf was weeping and drinking brandy, not noticing that the person he confided in was leaving unconsciously.

Gianna walked down the streets of Dalaran with a blank gaze, lingering for a long time before walking back to Violet Castle.

The gate of the castle opened, and Antonidas was a little surprised to see that his disciple had returned the same way.

"Teacher!" Gianna's voice trembled and asked, "Teacher, Arthas...... Is he dead? ”

How she wished the teacher would shake his head and tell her that the dwarf was talking nonsense......

Archmage Antonidas sighed, "I told them, hoping not to let you know the news, but it seems that you still know...... Yes, Gianna, His Highness Arthas is dead! Mourn! ”

"How did Arthas die......" she asked weakly.

"Two cultists of the Cult of the Damned assassinated him, one is an orc, and the other you know Gianna, the priest named Jon Mills from before, he is actually a traitor planted by the Cult of the Curse in the Church of Light!"

A tear suddenly flowed from the corner of Gianna's eye.