To go, or not to go, that's the question.

Ren Fan is not a native of Azeroth, let alone a native of Stormwind City, so naturally he has no homeland to leave, and he has no idea of defending his homeland. In fact, the city has brought him much more pain than good in the past four years.

But are you really going to run away from it? To be honest, Ren Fan was a little hesitant. After all, he couldn't just keep running away. After all, in all fairness, the Tide of Darkness is nothing more than a trivial comparison to the future upheaval in Azeroth. Whether it's the Lich King or the Big Chin, the pattern is much bigger than this, not to mention the Return of the Forgiveness Legion.

Although Ren Fan likes a plain and comfortable life, he is not very willing to be an ordinary person for the rest of his life. It's a little strange and contradictory, but that's what Ren Fan really thinks.

After thinking about it all the way, Ren Fan didn't really make up his mind. When he got home, he pushed open the door and threw himself on the bed. The hard plank bed creaked as he pressed it, as if it was overwhelmed and about to fall apart. The pain in his back made him wake up all at once. He's not a hero, he's just an ordinary person. Ordinary people who can be cold, hungry, and in pain. Thinking of the appearance of having nothing at the beginning, huddled on a street corner waiting for death in hunger and cold, Ren Fan's original irrationality disappeared in an instant.

"I don't owe you anything, so I don't have to fight for you. Sorry......"

On the second day, Ren Fan woke up early. Familiarly turned out all his savings in the past four years from the mezzanine of the bed board, and divided them into small money bags and put them on his body. Inserting the musket at his waist, the dagger at the mouth of his boots, a few changes of clothes and a few necessary sundries were stuffed into the backpack, taking a deep breath, Ren Fan smiled slightly, patted the hard bed that had slept for more than three years, and then turned to leave.

"Let's try our luck in Stratholm first, it's the Holy City, I haven't heard of it being threatened during the Orc War. It would be best if there was a chance to have a relationship with the five little strongmen of Baiyin, and those were the five guys who would dominate in the future......" Ren Fan walked towards the city gate while chattering, but he didn't want someone to slap him on the shoulder at this time, shaking him up.

Behind Ren Fan, there stood a lion-like man. This is a middle-aged handsome uncle, handsome and tough, with an aura of not being angry and arrogant. Just at a glance, Ren Fan decided that this guy's status was definitely not low. Commoners, even nobles of some status, could not have this innate noble temperament in him. But the problem is, I shouldn't know him, if he has been in contact with him on weekdays, how can he have no impression of such a characteristic person?

"You are Ren Fan? Priest? Uncle Shuai's face was a little ugly, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes. Seeing his appearance, Ren Fan felt strange in his heart, but he still honestly lowered his eyebrows and replied: "That's right, I am Ren Fan, is there anything I can do for Your Excellency?" ”

'Better not!' Ren Fan said in his heart.

"Come with me!" There was an undeniable momentum in Lothar's tone, and behind him, two soldiers of the brightly armored Royal Knights of Stormwind City sandwiched Ren Fan between one left and one right, with a very kind of 'if you don't leave, we will tie you up'.

"Wait, my lord, I don't know what you're going to do!" Ren Fan's face instantly became extremely ugly. Taking a step forward, he stared at the eyes of the middle-aged handsome man, and said without humility or arrogance: "Although I Ren Fan has no status, I am a civilian. But how can I say that I am also a good person who abides by the law, even if you want to take me away, you should first set up a name, right? ”

Ren Fan's words were a little harsh, Lothar frowned, looking at this priest who was half a head shorter than herself, her face was even more ugly. He's been in a terrible mood lately, and there is plenty of evidence that his friend Medivan has betrayed humanity, and that the green-skinned monsters that are flocking to Stormwind are his work. The kingdom has reached the moment of life and death, but those damned nobles have obstructed themselves from taking charge of the army because of their own selfish desires. Even Ryan was skeptical of his own words, refusing to believe the fact that Medivin had fallen.

In order to find out the truth, Lothar decided to take his own personal guards and Medivan's junior apprentice to Karazhan and kill Medivan on the spot if he did fall. Lothar, who knew very well that this trip was likely to be in danger, naturally wanted to be fully prepared, but the problem was ......

No pastor wants to take this risk with him!

In other words, there is a boss who has T no milk and pushes a hairy boss!

If it weren't for that, Lothar really didn't want Ren Fan, the 'black sheep', to join his team.

"As the Grand Duke of the Stormwind Kingdom, I signify that you are the Chief Priest of the First Special Operations Team of the Royal Knights of Stormwind City." Ignoring the barbs in Ren Fan's words, Lothar pulled out the Great Royal Sword at his waist and put it on Ren Fan's shoulder. This was originally a form of appointment in the army, but now it is full of threats. The cold chill stabbed Ren Fan and couldn't help but feel excited, but it made the anger in his eyes even stronger. As soon as he frowned, a dazzling barrier of holy light suddenly burst out from his body, and the long sword that was originally on his body was instantly knocked out and flew out.

"Lord Duke, what if I refuse you?" Ren Fan's tone became extremely cold, although he was afraid of trouble, he hated being threatened even more. The traverser has the pride of a traverser, and Ren Fan is not afraid of the other party, even if he is a grand duke.

Anyway, the Storm Kingdom is going to perish, and the Duke is not much more noble than the wild dog!

Ren Fan's holy light barrier emitted a strong divine aura, which couldn't help but make Lothar look sideways. He couldn't understand how such a shameless person who blasphemed the Light could be so favored by the Light. For a while, he even thought that the soldiers he identified around him had made the wrong person, or that the rumors about him in the past were just hearsay and could not be true. But faintly, he suddenly felt a strange ......

Illuminated by the intense holy light, Lothar's face suddenly became a little embarrassed. Bowing slightly, he said to Ren Fan: "It was my fault just now, can you put away your barrier first?" ”

Looking at the strange appearance of the handsome middle-aged guy in front of him, Ren Fan also reacted instantly, and his face was a little embarrassed. It can't be helped, his holy light is powerful, unreasonable with strong recovery ability, and can even relieve fatigue and increase physical strength. But this side effect ...... It's embarrassing...... However, if it weren't for this, he would not have been widely praised in the aristocratic circle and made a fortune with his single-handed 'humanoid viagra'.

Feeling the smell of gunpowder in the air, Khadgar, who was behind Lothar, hurriedly took two steps forward and inserted himself between the two, blocking the invisible exchange of eyes between the two. While giving Lothar a color, Khadgar turned his head and said with a pleasant face:

"This Mr. Ren Fan, I'm sorry, Sir Lothar's words just now are a little inappropriate, I hope you can forgive me."

Khadgar's expression and tone were impeccable, after all, before becoming a disciple of Medi's literature, Dalaran had trained him in all aspects in this area. However, at this time, Ren Fan didn't care about this, and looked blankly at the handsome golden retriever in front of him who still didn't look very good, he couldn't help but swallow slightly, and said in disbelief:

"You say he'...... Is it Lothar? Anduin Lothar? ”