The horrors and evil deeds of the orcs seem to be only stories of terrorizing disobedient children at bedtime, and the inhabitants of Lordaeron, who have only seen fugitives from Stormwind, don't know much about them. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Under the warm sun, this bustling human city exudes a peaceful scene in the midst of the hustle and bustle.

Bathed in the warm sun, the exquisite gardens of Lordaeron's palace did not attract Varian's gaze in the slightest, and he just sat dumbfounded, watching Arthas compete with the sword teacher, but the queen of Lordaeron knew, and the poor boy did not know what he was thinking.

"Varian, come to me." The queen called out to the young exiled king in a soft voice of pity.

Varian suddenly came back to his senses, he smiled apologetically, and saluted politely, "Your Highness, what do you have to summon me?" ”

"Don't do that, my child!" The queen looked at him with her beautiful eyes, and said lovingly and gently, "Dan Loren is your new home, don't make yourself like a guest, see that your cousin Arya has never treated you as an outsider." ”

She tried to wipe away the sadness of the poor child with affection, and did not see that the daughter on the side was rolling her eyes at her very unladylikely.

There was a grateful smile on his face, but Varian's heart was full of sadness.

Because his country is being ravaged by foreign races, his home is gone, his parents have left him, and there are no more relatives in this world except Uncle Lothar, and here he is a guest!

"Your Royal Highness, you have been considerate, I am doing well, thank you for your warm hospitality." This perfect impeccable politeness had been mastered by the court teachers for a long time, and the great changes had made him more mature and more proficient in it.

The queen sighed, added some fresh milk to Varian's black tea, and said gently, "Sir Lothar and you, Uncle Terenas, are busy preparing for the King's Conference, and I can't spare time to see you, you know the seriousness of this matter, but you will be able to meet him the day after tomorrow." ”

Varian couldn't bear to speculate on such a lady with a dark mind, so he hummed softly and continued to be silent.

He had already completed his sword practice, and although Varian would have preferred to describe Alsace as playful, his good education kept him from talking.

Arthas, who was covered in dirt from crawling, quickly ran to the table, picked up his sister's teacup and drank the liquid in one gulp, pretending not to see his sister's eyes open from anger.

He put down the white porcelain cup that was a little blackened because of his hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and directly made himself into a big flower face.

Seeing that Arthas was completely like a farmer's child, a smile appeared on Varian's lips, and he thought of how naughty he was when he was a child.

Disgusted, she pulled her son into her arms, and the queen wiped the dirt from his face with a handkerchief, regardless of whether the grass clippings on his body would stain his robe.

But Arthas was not very happy, and he said to Varian, "Varian, do you know where the Wild West is? ”

Varian was stunned, not understanding why he brought up this place, in the Stormwind Kingdom, a remote country with nothing but mines and barren farmland, but his good upbringing forced him to answer:

"It's a barren wilderness in my hometown, how do you know that?"

Arthas's swordsmanship teacher had already tidied up his messy clothes from playing with the prince, and after saluting the queen and the princess, he stood aside with his hands tied.

But Arthas pointed at him and said, "Dean told me where a hero appeared!" Holding the flame in one hand and the light in the other, he built a city full of light and sheltered those persecuted by the orcs, just as merciful as the light. Oh! Give food to the children! ”

Varian looked at Arthas, who was dancing excitedly, six years younger than him, and his face was full of adoration.

The queen chuckled and criticized: "Arthas! You little fool, it's the mage who uses the flames, the priests who use the light, how can they be manipulated by one person? And your words are all messy and confuse us. ”

"But that's what Dean told me!" Arthas shouted unconvinced, and turned to the sword master who was standing on the side and said, "Did you say?" Dean? ”

Dean Winchester couldn't help but laugh, as a courtier, in a very polite court, he had to be careful to entertain his masters, and he could only secure his position with companionship and interesting news.

So he often deigned to go to the taverns to inquire about the news, in order to find the information that would bring joy to the host. And Alsace is talking about a very popular story lately, but you are not talking about it upside down, and it is not what I told you!

"Tell us the story, Viscount Dean." Seeing that Varian was visibly uplifted, and intrigued, the queen instructed understandingly.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Viscount Dean's handsome face was all serious, and he quickly entered the state of narrator.

The news first circulated among the merchants...... "The low, magnetic voice was attractive.

"Legend has it that after the Orc invasion, the people were devastated by war and alien races, and had to migrate to the vast western wilderness to take refuge, starvation, pestilence, strife and death accompanied them."

Varian closed his eyes in pain, and he could almost imagine what his people were suffering, and it made his heart tug.

Alia Minahill, who noticed him, glared at Viscount Dean fiercely, although he knew that when telling stories, especially heroic biographies, the tragic atmosphere in the early stage was very important, but now the tragic scene you are talking about is the country of this person in front of you!

Viscount Dean, who understood Varian's identity, obviously thought of it, and secretly scolded himself for being a pig brain, and hurriedly abandoned the follow-up foreshadowing, and his tone changed and became agitated: "At this time! He appeared! Duke Xiao Yi Falken! A black-haired young man with ten powerful Iron Mask Knights appeared in front of everyone, and with a wave of his hand, he scattered a piece of holy light and healed people......"

Ever since the appearance of this young man, Viscount Dean has been extremely excited, and his white face is flushed, as if he is the young man: "Finally, the castle full of holy light rises from the ground, and it attracts the attention of the angels!" An angel with golden wings landed at the top of the castle and transformed into a golden statue to protect the city......"