"This is ......" Varian looked at the dark green flask in Lothar's hand, his face puzzled. Although not an illiterate man, Varian did lack interest in anything other than martial arts, and he was arguably unfamiliar with the categories of herbalism and alchemy.

"Do you remember when you said that a warrior can't defeat a paladin?" Lotapin held his arm, the dark green flask he was holding, and suddenly brought up what Varian had said on the way to Dunhold Castle.

"Yes......" Varian hesitated for a moment, then explained, "Paladins like Mograine were top warriors before they learned those magical arts. After he had learned those holy arts, how could these warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, as good as they were, defeat such a paladin? ”

"Theoretically, that's right." A strange smile appeared on the corner of Lothar's mouth, an expression that rarely appeared on the face of the always strict Marshal of Stormwind, "But there are always exceptions. ”

"Exceptions?" Varian's gaze turned to the dark green potion bottle in Lothar's hand, and suddenly thought of something, and then asked excitedly, "Do you mean......?" Can the warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood use this potion to become more powerful, and then defeat paladins of the same level with holy blessings? ”

Varian wasn't stupid, and when Windsor and Marcus retorted to him, he knew that the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, or at least the core members, must have some kind of mysterious means to give these warriors the confidence to defeat the paladins led by Mograine - these warriors, although they have their own pride, they are not arrogant.

"You can say the same thing." Anduin? Lothar hesitated for a moment, reassuring herself that she was right—Varian's identity was different from that of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and that he was not just a soldier, but a warrior. At the same time, he will also be the king of Stormwind, the ruler of the entire southern continent of Azeroth, if ......

However, the hesitation was only a matter of moments—I was just telling Varian what he should know, as the future king of Stormwind. He is qualified and must know this; As for what will happen next, leave it up to the kid to decide, the king should have the king's own idea - Anduin? Lothar sued herself.

Across from Marshal Stormwind, Varian was already dancing with excitement - becoming stronger was a dream that every teenager had dreamed of at one time or another. Especially for Varian, who has a blood feud with the orcs.

Young Varian, who more than once dreamed of becoming an omnipotent god, expelled and exterminated the orcs who had invaded his homeland with boundless divine power, was then praised by Mr. Lothar...... More than once I woke up from the excitement and found that it was nothing more than a fantasy.

But now, although I don't know what the reason is, I don't tell Sù that I have such a miraculous potion until now; But Varian had begun to fantasize that after using the potion, though he didn't know exactly how it was used, might be able to find Uther before he fought the orcs. Dashingly, with his gloves still on Uther's face, he defeated this long-established powerhouse in a duel in front of all the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and then told him, a qualified teacher, how to treat his disciple with a stern face......

Thinking of this, Varian couldn't help but reach out and want to get Anduin? The dark green potion in Lothar's hand, but Marshal Stormwind didn't have the slightest intention of letting go.

"Teacher Lothar?" Varian looked up in some surprise and looked at Anduin in front of him. Lothar.

"Varian, do you know what this thing is?" Anduin? Lothar's iron-clad arms were stretched straight, and the shiny iron joints on her gauntlets exuded an unusually cold aura in the moonlight. Although the beard and hair are all white. But the burly body of Marshal Stormwind made Varian, who had already grown up strong, still look like a child in front of him.

"I don't know...... But what you gave me, Mr. Lothar, will certainly not do me any harm. Varian affirmed.

"It's troll blood." Anduin? Lothar looked at his disciple. Words slowly came out of his mouth that made Varian shudder.

On hearing Anduin? The moment Lothar spoke, Varian's palm on his teacher's gauntlet shrank suddenly, and he looked at his teacher for a long time. Lothar's resolute expression judged that his teacher was not joking, and immediately took a few steps back. Staring at the bottle of dark green blood, he said with some horror: "Troll blood? Teacher Lothar, I don't understand, this kind of ...... How could this kind of thing be...... How can you make a warrior strong? ”

Like the undying relationship between dwarves and cavemen, if there is any enemy that humanity must destroy on this road, it must be the filthy trolls.

Since the time of Soladin the Great, wars have broken out between humans and this tall, savage, intelligent creature that has lasted for thousands of years.

Varian hadn't seen a troll with his own eyes, not even Anduin? Lothar herself has rarely had the experience of fighting trolls. These cunning and savage creatures have been cowering in the dense forests for thousands of years after their defeat at the hands of the combined forces of humans and the High Elves.

But that didn't stop Varian from his disgust and ...... for this evil creature Fear. Yes, fear, even in the face of orcs, Varian would not be so nervous.

In the few limited accounts of trolls in the books that Varian has come into contact with, the creature is mentioned as savage and cruel, and the fact that it will devour its own kind has been the consensus of anthropologists in the study of trolls, not to mention the evil voodoo spells, which are said to use their own blood sacrifices to summon evil and filthy spirits from the other world for fun.

Troll's Blood...... Not to mention Anduin? Where did Lothar get it, and just thinking about how she needed to swallow it or apply it to her body - that's probably what the potion could use for - Varian felt an itch on his body and a gagging urge in his chest.

"Yes, but it's not just troll blood. This is a potion left by my ancestors, made from the blood of trolls and mixed with other herbs. If you take this potion, Varian, you will be able to gain even greater power. This power is no less powerful than the holy arts mastered by Mograine. "Anduin? Seeing his disciple's frightened appearance, Lothar's expression did not change much, but he took a step forward, came to Varian's face, stuffed the dark green potion into his hand, and then stood quietly - he knew that at this moment, his disciple must have countless questions waiting to be answered. (To be continued.) )