"I'm not a kid anymore!" Wen Lesa yelled loudly, as if she wanted to prove that she was no longer small, but she didn't know that her actions were undoubtedly proof that she was not mature enough.

She clasped her hands to her chest, looked at the white moon in the sky with fanciful eyes, and whispered:

"The person I like must be a great hero, he is handsome, dashing, personable, humorous, and virtuous...... The most important thing is that he loves me, is attentive to me, will only love me alone, will spoil me, and will not lie to me. I will do everything I promised, I will be sincere in everything I say, and I will not be bullied or scolded. When I was in danger, he would be the first to stand in front of me and help me. If I'm happy, he will be happy with me, if I'm not happy, he will make me happy, he will always think that I am the most beautiful, and he will see me in his dreams, and there is only me in his heart, that's it. ”

Onexia smiled softly, this is the innocent idea of the girl, very beautiful, but as fragile as a bubble, it will burst when you poke it. Looking at Wen Lisa with a happy smile on her face, Onexia didn't poke her, maybe until the day she realized that she was in love with someone, she would realize that what she was saying now was just a good wish, I hope you will find someone who truly loves you.

The two of them each had different thoughts, hugged their knees, and quietly enjoyed the moonlight bath......

"These damn beasts!"

Marcus looked at everything in front of him, his eyes swelling with endless anger - the vast fertile West, the whole sky was filled with billowing smoke and dust, the fields and houses in the distance were still thick with black smoke, the farms were littered with the bones of animals that had been thrown down, and the rotting human corpses had been pecked by vultures to the skeletons.

The soldiers who saw this scene were silent, whether it was the Stormwind soldiers who had re-set foot on the land of their kingdom. They are still warriors of the northern human kingdom, and everything the orcs have done has made them feel a wave of grief and anger from the bottom of their hearts.

The voice of the generalissimo came from behind him, and the soldiers took the initiative to get out of the way, and Lothar and Karl walked up with several commanders.

The Generalissimo of the Alliance, the Great Mentor of Azeroth, Anduin Lothar. When he saw the misery in front of him, he understood why the soldiers had stopped. Silence is right.

Karl saw the old marshal's hand holding the hilt of the sword hidden under the cloak and trembling, his knuckles were white from his grip, and Lothar's eyes flashed with a little light, Karl knew that they were heroic tears, but the strong old marshal tried his best to hold back.

"Marshal......" Tulayan called softly.

Lothar ignored Tulayan, under the watchful eye of the soldiers. The Alliance's master slowly walked with heavy steps towards a corpse that had fallen under the crumbling edge of the wall. Maybe the vultures were already fed, or maybe they suddenly had pity. The corpse slept here intact and peacefully.

It was a young man, still wearing some bright-looking clothes, maybe he was about to go on a date with some girl, but unfortunately the last madness of the orcs killed him cruelly, and countless corpse spots could still be seen on his face with incredible horror.

Lothar knelt down on one knee, her calloused hand gently caressing the young man's forehead and slowly sliding downward. The corpse's eyes, which had been staring in horror, were closed. Lothar unfastens the cloak behind her back. With a gentle movement, it was draped over the young man's corpse.

And then.

He jerked to his feet and turned. Sharp eyes looked around at each warrior.

"Warriors of the Alliance!" Lothar's loud voice was heard by every soldier. The soldiers looked at the respected generalissimo with burning eyes, "Remember everything before you!" Orcs! -- This tyrannical and ferocious beast that tramples down our homes and kills our brothers and sisters. The sins they have committed, even a thousand deaths are not enough to atone for their sins! ”

Lothar paused, looking around at the soldier with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"You are all heroes of the Alliance! It's you. Having defeated the orcs who tried to wipe out our civilization, it was you who bravely and fearlessly drove these beasts back here. Warriors! Victory is already beckoning us, and these orcs are at the end of their rope! They are afraid, they panic. They're crazy...... They are still killing our fellow citizens! ”

"Today, we are re-stepping on this land that belongs to us, and she is being ravaged by invaders...... Warriors, this is our last battle, whether we live or die, we are all fighting for freedom, we are all fighting for the people. Remember, heroes, fear is your worst enemy in the face of these evil enemies, and courage will make your soul brighter than a thousand suns. The enemy will be crushed before you, and the light of justice will destroy them once and for all! The alliance will win! ”

"For the Alliance!"

"The alliance will win!"

"The alliance will win!"

"Kill all the orcs!"

The soldiers roared and roared with all their might, and the earth-shattering shouts resounded throughout the sky, and even the smoke and dust seemed to disperse as a result.

Karl looked at the angry soldiers, then at Lothar, whose eyes flashed with sadness, and shook his head gently. He knew that if given a choice, the upright generalissimo would rather choose to let his people survive well. But now, the fate of the entire Stormwind Kingdom, and even the fate of the Alliance, weighs on his shoulders, and for the sake of his friends and the kingdom he loves so much, he must resist all this and defeat the orcs once and for all.

"The Stormwind Kingdom will surely rise again and regain its glory! Definitely! Sir! ”

"I never doubted that!" Lothar smiled at Karl and nodded, "Varian will be a king as good as his father, so I'm reassured." ”

Karl was about to nod his head in agreement when his thoughts suddenly changed. No, it sounds a bit like a death flag, and this is not the time to explain the aftermath.

"Sir, don't you want to see the Stormwind Kingdom revive with your own eyes?" Karl made sure that Tulayan was far enough away from him and Lothar to hear the conversation between the two, and whispered, "You are careful after the war......"

Lothar's eyes lit up, and there was undisguised appreciation in his eyes: "Carl, seriously! I really hope you'll join us in the Stormwind Kingdom and help Varian! Carl, I know you don't like power and money, and I won't make you such a promise, you can ......"

"Jazz!" Carl stopped Lothar and said with a wry smile, "Sir, we're true friends, aren't we?" ”

"Of course!" Lothar said without hesitation, "We have experienced countless thrilling battles together, and we have long been able to give our backs to each other's comrades and friends!" ”

"I was born and raised in Quel'Thalas. No matter what happens there, she will always be my home in this world. I'm not going to leave her. Carl's eyes were filled with nostalgia and remembrance. In this familiar and strange world, his loneliness can never be understood, and it is already difficult for him to think of the scenery and people on the earth in his mind.

"You misunderstood, my friend!" Lothar said apologetically, "I know that you have a free and easy personality and do not like to be restrained, and I am afraid that even if you are given a king's throne, you will not be willing to sit on it." ”

Carl smiled, even without superhuman genes, he had no love for such a sad position, and with superhuman genes, status, power, and money seemed even more insignificant in his eyes. Lothar saw herself very clearly.

"I ask you as a friend! I beg you to help Varian if you need to! Lothar's tone was unusually solemn, "Varian is a smart child, and I know that he is a brave and fearless little guy at heart. I just hope that you will guide him when he is wrong or confused, he is a king who should have a good combination of wisdom and bravery, not a reckless warrior. ”

"I say, sir! I'm about the same age as Varian, okay! Karl rolled his eyes, and to put it bluntly, let me be the babysitter, "Do you think Varian will listen to my advice?" ”

Lothar was stunned, and then remembered that the guy in front of him, known as the "God of War", was only 16 years old, about the same age as Varian, and if he hadn't mentioned it himself, Lothar would have almost consciously ignored Carl's age.

"Yes!" Lothar gritted her teeth, "Varian has always admired you, and I'm sure he'll take your word as if he saw you." He's always wished for a brother as powerful as you! ”

"Smack!" Karl slapped his head hard: My marshal, what do you want me to say about you! You're destroying your image in my heart, you know?

Carl glared fiercely at Lothar, who had a serious look on his face, and after thinking about it, he still couldn't refuse his respected idol.

"No...... Ay! We'll talk about ...... then."

Karl kicked his horse hard and galloped forward. The moment he rushed out, Carl clearly saw the triumphant smile on Lothar's face. (To be continued.) )

PS: I wish you all a happy holiday in children's shoes, a childlike innocence, and eternal youth.