The threat of the orcs seemed to have been largely eliminated, and the huge alliance army had essentially lost the meaning of his continued existence, and the soldiers of the army who had been fighting outside for a long time missed their families all the time, and soon after the farewell speech of the alliance commander Tulayan, they disappeared and disintegrated as if there was no trace of existence. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Confederate forces were disbanded, and now only the nominal entity remained, and his former leaders had returned to their ordinary lives.

Turayan, who had returned to the Archbishop, returned to the Archbishop to continue his studies of the Light, but the restless young man was not as religious as Uther and the others, and he kept sending letters to the elven ranger beauty Aurelia who had been with him through the bloody storm, although he never heard back from them.

He seems to have completely reverted to the image of an ordinary young man, sending care to his goddess, but not being heeded, and never giving up..... In fact, with his identity, he can enter the elven capital alone to find his beloved without any hindrance, but he still feels that he has nothing special to speak of, he only thinks that he is an ordinary citizen, and he is not qualified to enjoy the special identity he once had, perhaps because this commander who is brave and fearless in the face of the enemy always lacks the courage he deserves when facing her.

Perhaps it was because of Tulayan's low profile that he even gave up the title of "Lightbringer", the highest glory of his paladin, to my mentor Uther. His humility was also tacitly approved by his father, who was close to Uther. He rightfully gave this honor to his closest paladin.

However, it was just a title, and even with this glory, the Lightbringer was still exactly the same as before.

Khadgar, on the other hand, returned to Kenrito to continue his studies, and the so-called continued training was just a pretense, because with what he had learned from Medivan and the experience he had learned in this battle, he could even compete with Antonio with his current mana.

He just wanted to reminisce about his best days here, when he was an apprentice here when he was younger, and although it hadn't been a few years since then, it was probably a long time since it was for his appearance and his psyche.

I have often heard messengers from Kenrito say that this "old" mage rarely sleeps, and is constantly working on new spells or teaching new mage skills, as if his time is short. I don't know if the one who took away his youth took away his life as well, but the messenger was right. His time may really be running out, just as according to the course of history, the Terran expeditionary force will soon enter the world of Draenor and never return....

If the entry of the expeditionary force is necessary, then the training of the Union army is necessary. Fortunately, not all Terran kingdoms have disbanded their armies. For example, Bertonn of Fort Riptide, the leader of this militia nation, is the only commander who opposes the disbandment of the Alliance army, because he understands that the threat of orcs has not been eliminated, and there are many orcs hiding in this world.

In other words, he should still be obliged to fulfill the mission of the alliance. But his decision was not supported by anyone but the dwarves.

Since he can no longer command the army of the alliance, he still has the army of his own country. He can only pin the great mission of exterminating the orcs on his own people.

Faced with the continued military strength of his neighbors, his father did not show any concern. He admired Berton, the benefactor who saved his country, and often gave him some necessary support. Because my father knew very well that the threat of the orcs had not gone away, and perhaps one day they would see their ugly and vicious faces.

Speaking of threats, the biggest one right now is the Red Dragon from the sky, so Kudran as the Alliance Commander is still very busy, because their Griffin Knight is the only one who can compete with the Red Dragon, the air overlord. The dwarven leader never complained about this responsibility and obligation, but only if he didn't cut off their beer. Otherwise, there will be many fewer red dragons.

I have to say that the Brute Hammer Dwarves are very hardworking, and there are news that several red dragons are killed every week, and over time, in several large cities inhabited by Lordanlun and other populated cities, there are no red dragons anymore, but they are still harassed from time to time in remote mountain villages. And these are all significant contributions made by the Griffon Knights to the Alliance.

After a few months, everything returned to its original rhythm. Complex politics, coupled with economic conflicts, etc., had brought his father back to his old busy rhythm of the day, and now, the two headaches about the expenses of the orc overseer and the necessity of the Alliance's existence had added a few wrinkles to the face of the old king, who was bent on keeping the alliance united.

Seeing this, I can't help but worry about my Father's Body King. If I could, I would really like to get in touch with some political matters in advance, after all, Uther has no knowledge to impart to me. But when I proposed to deal with political affairs, I was rejected.

The reason for this was that he had other arrangements, especially during that fight with the orcs, and he was very unhappy with my poor swordsmanship and fighting skills, and he happened to have a good teacher here. As the ambassador of Ironforge's to Lordaeron, Muradin Copperbeard.

I still can't contain my joy at his presence, because I know that he is another mentor I have been waiting for for a long time. Maybe I shouldn't have exposed my state of mind, because my state was perceived by my father.

"When you actually train, hopefully you'll keep that attitude. My father smiled at me and said that he didn't think I was excited for long.

I don't think so. But it was only when I actually got in touch with him that I slowly realized that he was right.

The name Copperbeard, like the Brute Hammer, represents the two different nations of their dwarves, and can also carry these two words to indicate that they are chiefs or clans of chiefs, that is, they are nobles.

Unlike the human nobility, their nobility does not value their wealth and power very much, they care more about their power and reputation, which has to be said to be very similar to the orcs. So when their names are put after them, they are more powerful than ordinary dwarves, as evidenced by the fact that not long ago, Kurander Brutehammer and his mount singled out a dragon and won a battle. And this, killing a dragon is almost impossible for the average dwarven knight to complete.

Therefore, my father felt that it would be more appropriate for a dwarf who was keen on strength to train me rather than manage some foreign affairs.

When the dwarven diplomat heard his father's request, his face was as excited as I had been, perhaps because he had heard some of my deeds in the tavern, or because of my status, which made this fellow feel that it was an honor to make himself his master. However, in the actual training, he did not think of me as a human nobleman, but more like a disorganized barracks, where superiors mistreated their subordinates.

He didn't do what he could for me, like Uther, and he wouldn't help me up after I was knocked down by him. Instead, he would continue to punch and kick me, as if I really were his enemy. And from time to time, he taunted me.

"Hey, boy, I've heard that you survived against a few orcs alone, but I think you're strong... nonono.. I feel like someone is bragging about your deeds, you're a doll who hasn't been weaned yet. "When I was knocked to the ground again, the dwarf taunted me.

"You dwarf. "I could not tolerate any slander of my glory, but once again I rushed at the dwarf, trying to throw him to the ground by virtue of my height, only to find myself lying on the ground, and it was then that I realized that they were not only powerful, but also very agile. This is a big reason why they don't suffer in one-on-one battles against orcs who are much taller than them.

I'm thinking so.,But at this time, it's a big taboo to think about things that have nothing to do with combat.。。

"Don't get distracted in battle, boy. With that, Muradin lifted me above his head and left me in the other corner. And then I don't know about it.

When I woke up again to find my mother and sister right next to me, and when they both learned that my training was so brutal, they pressured my father to stop training with the dwarves and instead let me be taught Uther in martial arts like Chris and the others. But his father did not care about these voices, but praised Muradin, for which he specially equipped this food-loving fellow with a royal kitchen, and this dwarf was affirmed by his father, especially after eating delicious food, and became even more violent. His fists were heavier on me, and sometimes he looked like an assassin and saw me as a target.

"Aren't you afraid of killing me by mistake?" Muradin, once more, swung his fist at my face, and I was quick to dodge. For this blow. I believe that even orcs could hardly withstand such a force to hit in the face.

But the dwarf just laughed at my accusations and motioned me in the other direction. Just next to the training ground, a familiar voice explained to me:

"You won't die, have you forgotten that the healing power of our Holy Light is very powerful. "Uther who spoke. Although he is training my companion as well, he has plenty of time to keep an eye on my side. I learned that this dwarf had known about the healing powers of the Light.

"Just when you fall, it's just the right time to test my Holy Light healing powers, and I hope you won't be praying that I'm going to fail. "My friend Thassarian couldn't bear the calm either. He also taunted me, and his joke caused a lot of laughter in the room. I remembered that when I used to study the Light Theory with him, I laughed at him for failing the exam, and I didn't think he remembered that. I couldn't help but feel angry, and this made me make the same mistake again.

Just as I was thinking again, a heavy punch knocked me down...... And then again, and then.

Although there were many major injuries and minor injuries in the training, I did learn a lot of practical skills in the process. I'm sure in a few years I'll let this dwarf go down and take back all his words and my hurts.

Time passed like this, but I didn't wait for the day when I would take down Muradin. Just waited for another piece of news. It's about orcs.

A large number of orcs attacked the Watchfort, and although it didn't succeed, he delivered the disturbing news that the tribe had returned.