"I'll be your opponent for practice, how about it, Your Highness?" Oss stepped down from the cloister, his feet on the soft grass, and the moonlight shone on him as if a silver veil had been draped over him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Varian froze when he heard this, quickly put away his sword and turned around, looking at the visitor without saying a word.

"Introduce myself, I'm Osmar Garissus, then with the rank of Major Lordaeron, and I've just arrived in the royal city during the day to report to Sir Lothar."

Sure enough, as soon as Oss said this, the stiff expression on Varian's face, which was obviously repulsive, immediately softened, and on the contrary, there was a little more intimacy. This is because for him, the major of the Lordaeron Kingdom, who has just arrived in the royal city with his troops, must be an ally who is about to go south to fight the orcs!

"I'm Varian Wrynn." The thirteen or fourteen-year-old crown prince of the Storm Kingdom replied succinctly and clearly. In his self-introduction, except for his name, he didn't say any identity!

When Oss heard this, he didn't talk about it anymore. He stepped forward and picked up a practice wooden sword, and after waving his right hand, he brought up pieces of afterimage, and after becoming familiar with the weight and texture of the sword body, he waved his left hand and invited: "Your Highness, if you don't mind." ”

Varian nodded, his eyes frozen, his weight shifted downward, and he slowly approached. The extremely casual way of holding the sword and the extremely relaxed standing posture of the person in front of him made him not dare to attack as soon as he came up. Such a posture made him look more seriously at the practice opponent in front of him, who suddenly appeared.

Oss smiled slightly, and deliberately teased: "No need to do this, Your Highness, just let it go, I won't hurt you." ”

Varian was not fooled and took his opponent more seriously. The person in front of him is so angry, then there will only be two results, one is that this person is really not simple; The second result is that this person is just not simple. If it is the first kind of person, then he will definitely not be an opponent, and he can also ask for advice; If it's the second kind of person, then teach him a lesson and let him go.

Thinking of this, Varian no longer hesitated, and planned to give it a go! He roared, his body jumped, the wrist of his right hand holding the sword swirled, and the wooden sword in his hand turned into a knife style, and his head slashed straight down!

Oss didn't move, until the wooden sword was about to reach the top, and Varian's eyes shone with suspicion, and he swung his sword at the moment when he couldn't make a move, slashing at Varian from a strange angle!

Varian took advantage of his strength to move sideways, and knew in his heart that he had really met someone who had the ability, and he stepped heavily on his feet again, bullying himself, and immediately used all his strength! Every time he attacks, he leaves no room for error, leaving no three points of strength to deal with, and he doesn't consider whether the opponent can resist them all!

The storm is not yet a complete description of Varian's sword path. Oss stood in place with high and low blocks, only feeling that the young Varian actually had only one way to attack, and that was - swiftness!

At this time, in the brightly lit living room of the superstructure of this circular corridor, a young man in a strong suit who had been standing by the window stared at the courtyard below without blinking, and saw the whole process. After watching a few rounds of Oss and Varian's fight, he didn't turn around and said, "Sir, Your Highness is fighting people. Looking at the appearance of the person who came, it seems to be the rumored 'child of light'! ”

Sir Lothar was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked to the window. The young man who had been watching the battle gave way to Sir Lothar, but he still stuck his head out and admired the fight under the moon.

There were three windows in the conference room, and as Sir Lothar got up, the meeting was naturally suspended. A group of people in the drawing-room, at least a dozen, were now crowded around the window, interested in the battle in the courtyard below.

In just a moment, Varian had exhausted all his strength, stabbing, slashing, wiping, or slashing, and slashed dozens of swords at Oss. However, the person in front of him didn't even move, just stood in place, and blocked all the attacks!

Fighting, Varian wandered. The person in front of him is only defensive, and he has not made a sword, but his own attack has no effect! This sense of powerlessness reminded his heart of that night, the night when his father was killed and Stormwind City fell!

In the second-floor parlor, Sir Lothar sighed and said nothing. The young man beside him said bluntly: "Your Highness hesitates again, the strength of the attack is weakening, this is not the belief of the warriors. ”

Sir Lothar shook his head and acknowledged the young man's words. And this is not the first time this has happened, and the decline of the godson is not only manifested in the battle. He watched the battle between the two under the moon for a moment, and asked, "This Osmar Garissus, although he is young, has extraordinary ability, has any of you seen the number of his sword moves?" ”

There was silence in the living room, and no one answered, which meant that no one was seeing. However, one of them said in confusion: "Sir, yesterday I happened to watch the dwarven weapon master, Muradin Copperbeard, teaching Prince Arthas. This trend is somewhat similar, but it is not quite the same, the key is that he did not attack, and there is too little information to refer to. ”

Sir Lothar was a little stunned, and then said: "It is possible that the information from the previous investigation, according to his own return home, has been staying in the dwarven kingdom for three years. ”

Twenty or thirty meters away, on the second floor of the upper floor of the corridor, Sir Lothar and the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood could see that Varian was distracted, and Oss himself, who was in the battle, had naturally noticed it a long time ago. Not only that, but as soon as he walked towards Varian, he was firmly locked by a gaze, and his perception was still perceptible, although it had been reduced by the seal.

"Ryan is dead." Oss said calmly.

Varian stopped instantly, Huo Ran looked up, but saw a face without a trace of expression, cold-blooded and cruel. He shuddered from the bottom of his heart, he thought he had misheard, and asked, "What did you say!?" ”

"Ryan is dead, in front of you, killed by Garona, and you can't do anything but watch." Oss's steady voice, but like the sharpest knife, slashed at Varian's fragile heart one by one, "There's nothing you can do, not even Lane's bones. Stormwind is on fire, and you, by boat, have escaped. ”

Varian trembled, as if he was sick. This layer of scars has been carefully stitched up by the godfather and the people around him, but at this moment, it is ruthlessly uncovered by the person in front of him! His eyes turned blood-red, and the veins on his neck were exposed! His right hand holding the hilt of the sword squeaked, and his left hand that clenched his fist was also so hard that his bone fingers turned white and dripped blood!

In the living room on the second floor, there was an uproar! The distance of twenty or thirty meters is not far at all for these warriors, and they can hear it completely clearly! However, just as they were about to open the window and jump down to stop what was happening before them, Sir Lothar stopped them for some unknown reason!

Varian gasped, heavy and hurried, completely out of the form of a teenager and a half-grown child. His chest rose and fell, staring fiercely at Oss and repeating the question, "What did you say!?" ”

"You ran away, coward."

"Ahh The earth-shattering roar shook the royal city, "I didn't! ”

"Lordaeron is under your feet, not Stormwind, you ran away, coward."

"Ahh I'll kill you! "Varian's blood-red eyes, emitting a palpitating light, are like a hungry wolf, about to choose someone to eat!

The battle broke out again, and it had become a battle of life and death! At this moment, the air pressure dropped sharply, the smell of blood spread, and between the lightning and fire, Varian, whose strength and speed had increased in an all-round way, had already stabbed more than a dozen swords at Os! It's still all the best, it's still unreserved!

Oss parried the attack with his wooden sword, and he no longer felt relaxed. His brow furrowed, and he sensed that there seemed to be a force in the darkness that was interfering with his movements and affecting his judgment!

As the battle continued, seeing that he was still helpless against the person in front of him, Varian slammed his feet and raised his head to the sky and roared! With this angry shout, it was as if he had completely released the beast inside him, and the power that was originally only looming and oppressing the surroundings finally appeared!

A thin mist of blood emanated from Varian's body, gradually covering the entire open courtyard! The light in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and it was terrifying!

Oss watched quietly, and there was only one emotion he had experienced from Varian's body—anger! And these covered the entire courtyard, and could even block the power of the moonlight, although Oss had seen it for the first time, his perception had already told him the answer - Crimson Fury!

In the living room on the second floor, the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood were already anxious, and the young man who had discovered the situation at the beginning couldn't help but persuade loudly: "Sir, go down and stop it!" His Highness is already berserk, and this will ruin him! ”

"Yes, Sir!"

"Sir, there are very few people who can control their anger, let alone His Highness being provoked by that person like this!"

Persuasion after persuasion, how could Sir Lothar not understand! His eyes were a little red and swollen at this time, and Oss uncovered Varian's scars, but those past events were not his scars!

Sir Lothar's hands clenched the edge of the window, and said in a hoarse voice, "Since he did this, he must have his intentions...... The fact that he dared to provoke Varian in this way shows that he believes in Varian more than any of us...... I ......"

One of the warriors admonished, "It's your guess, sir!" If...... I mean, if Your Highness doesn't ......."

"No...... Yes, he's still a 'Child of Light', and if Varian really can't help it, he can at least save Varian. ”

In the courtyard, the scarlet rage was windless, and a violent whirlwind blew around Varian! The soft grass was ploughed out by this anger, and huge whirlpool-like nicks were plowed alive!

At this moment, Varian has fallen into a state of rage, almost completely losing his mind! Among the few thoughts he had left, there was only one clearest purpose, and that was to prove himself – not a coward!