While El Elo Eberlock is leading some of the Stormwind refugees to regain hope in Nightlight in the Twilight Forest, more Stormwind refugees can only survive in the crowded cabins and on the deck, facing the wind and waves, helplessly praying to the Light for a future that cannot be seen at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the vast endless sea, a fleet of hundreds or even more ships of all sizes is jolting forward in the wind and waves.

The frenzied sea breeze whipped up the waves, some even higher than the masts of the flagships of the fleet; These tens of meters of waves tossed the ships in the fleet up and down like a play, and the sea water overflowed the deck and poured into the cabin, and the already exhausted refugees had to muster up the last shred of energy, dragging their tired bodies and washing the water out of the cabin with barrels and tubs.

It's been two weeks since Stormwind left, but the sights of the green, sturdy figures wreaking havoc through the streets of Stormwind are still capable of plunging these frightened refugees into bloody nightmares during the night of the voyage.

Had it not been for Anduin Lothar's army arriving in Stormwind in time to fight the orcs in the streets and gaining a foothold in the harbor of Stormwind, the mighty kingdom founded by the Ureon and Lothar families and who had ruled the southern part of the continent for hundreds of years would probably have been erased from human history.

On one of the largest ships in the fleet, which was calmer in the wind and waves because of its sheer hull, the young prince of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn, stood at the bow, shivering in the wind and waves, and trying to hold his head high as he stared at the tall figure standing in his way.

The half-bald head was wet by the waves, and the gray beard clinging to the sides of the cheeks and chin showed a kind of down-and-out vicissitudes; However, the dust-beaten but still shiny golden plate armor, the eagle's epaulettes fluttering on his right shoulder, and the wet blue ribbon that could not hide his true color, all showed the fierceness and majesty of Anduin Lothar, the marshal of Stormwind.

Now, the Marshal of Stormwind was standing at the bow of the ship, quietly watching the endless sea and sky ahead, and his rock-solid body did not move a single bit, as the wind and waves rumbled in his ears.

"Teacher Lothar...... They...... They killed my father......"

Varian Ureon murmured under his whisper, and the splash of water splashed on his long dark brown hair, then rolled down his face from the wet tips, mingling with the tears that flowed from his brown eyes, and trickling into his mouth—salty, astringent, and bitter, just like Varian Ureon's heart at this moment.

The young prince thought he was grown, but when the green-skinned, pointy-eared orc named Garona cut off the head of King Ryan Ureon, his father, in front of him, he collapsed behind the curtain of the main hall of the Stormstorm Fortress, weeping and begging his teacher to come back soon.

It sounds humiliating, but it is—when his father was killed by the orc assassins, Varian Uryon, the young man who had high hopes from all over Stormwind, acted like a coward.

Although Varian Ureon's voice was drowned out in the storm and waves, and even he himself could not hear it clearly, Anduin Lothar heard the weakness of his disciple.

"Cheer up, Varian. Your Father watches over you by the Light's side, don't let him down. ”

Anduin Lothar turned his head, turned his back to the direction of the ship, and let the wind pour into his cloak, causing the soaked fabric to roll up behind him, and shouted at Varian Ureon.

"But, I ......"

The young prince raised his head, looked at the elder he respected, and thought of his father, and couldn't help but have a sour nose, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

"Trust me, Varian, those green-skinned bastards will pay tenfold for what they did in Stormwind, and your father's blood feud...... One day, we'll get those pieces out of our homes with our own hands. Now, Varian, you get me back to the cabin and get some sleep, and if the course doesn't deviate, it won't be long before we reach that shore. You are the only heir to House Ureon, don't disgrace your ancestors in front of those kings of the north, go. ”

Anduin Lothar stopped Varian Wrynn's tears with a stern voice and drove him back to his cabin.

……

"You've been too him, Sir Lothar, he's only a child, and he's just lost his father."

A tall man with broad shoulders emerged from the deck and walked up to Anduin Lothar. Compared to the Marshal of Stormwind, he was thin and gray-haired, but he had an unwavering gaze; The tattered lilac robe that enveloped his fragile body was also splashed with the sea, but his body stood straight, and even in the wind, he did not shiver for a moment.

"He's not a kid anymore, Khadgar, he's the future king of Stormwind. Malone is not more than a few months older than him, whether it is sorting out confidential documents, training soldiers, or going into battle to kill the enemy, he can do a very good job. If Varian can be like Marlon, maybe he can save Ryan when Garona does something like that......"

Anduin Lothar frowned, softened his tone a little, and said to the mage in front of him.

Khadgar from Dalaran - Anduin Lothar's comrade-in-arms at Karazan, they fought side by side to defeat Medivan, the fallen guardian who brought the orcs to this world, and together they missed the opportunity to hold the orc army out of Stormwind.

"Sir Lothar! Things have happened, don't let these unrealistic expectations fool your heart, we are all responsible for the death of King Lane, and Garona ......"

Khadgar shouted loudly to stop Anduin Lothar's words, and then fell silent himself.

Garona, the half-orc, half-draenei woman...... Khadgar once had a strange affection for her, but this faint affection has faded with Garona's disappearance after assassinating King Ryan Ureon.

"Are you still worried about your nephew?"

After a few moments, Khadgar was the first to break the stalemate between him and Anduin Lothar, asking in a very low voice.