"Anduin, are you going to start?" Wendthor asked Anduin Lothar as he galloped. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Let's go! Make this group of dog offal look good! Anduin Lothar jumped down from his galloping horse again and replied in a loud voice.

"Okay! All dismount, all dismount! Both Windsor and Marcus looked excited, loudly relaying Anduin Lothar's orders.

Dismount? Do what? The battle is in full swing over there, shouldn't my side rush to the battlefield quickly? - Wryon thought so, but jumped off his horse anyway.

"What, think it's weird?" Anduin Lothar looked at his disciple and said with a smile.

"Yes, Mr. Lothar...... We shouldn't ......," said Ureon with a nod, his spear and one-handed sword still clutched tightly in his hands, weapons that, like the armor on his body, were soaked in orc blood.

Anduin Lothar waved his hand at his disciple, signaling him to be uneasy, and then looked at the large number of members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

As the most elite troops of the Stormwind Kingdom, the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood have iron discipline, and in a matter of seconds, they have all left their horses and formed a phalanx behind Anduin Lothar.

Anduin Lothar hurried to the phalanx, and in the center of the front row, the core members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, such as Windthor and Marcus, stood unequivocally, and everyone knew that the Marshal of Stormwind was about to start speaking.

Urian nervously followed Anduin Lothar - he didn't know where he was, but as a squire, there was nothing wrong with him standing at Anduin Lothar's side - and he looked at his teacher's back with some envy, for he hoped that one day, he could be like Lothar and speak in front of a mighty army—as the king of Stormwind.

However, Anduin Lothar's first words made Ureon take Wryn by the fact that the Marshal of Stormwind said, "...... You cowards! ”

Coward? - Ureon felt that the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood were already the most heroic warriors in all of the human kingdom - but these warriors were not in the slightest commotion by Anduin Lothar's words, they just listened quietly, and did not move.

"You're all cowards, including me, all of us. From the fall of Stormwind, we retreated to Lordaeron, and I reminded myself of that every day. We are powerless to defend our homeland and allow the civilians of the kingdom of Azeroth to be slaughtered by the barbaric invaders, and we can only rely on the forces of other human kingdoms to avenge them. Anduin Lothar's face was full of sorrow—and Ureon understood all this, for he knew that his teacher had spent every day in self-reproach and remorse since he came to Lordaeron.

"Every time I see the civilians of Stormwind who crossed the sea with us, my heart feels like a knife; King Terenus treated them well, but this was not their homeland after all. Every time I saw the eager eyes of the civilians, I knew they wanted us to avenge their dead loved ones, but I couldn't do it - I said to myself, Anduin Lothar, you coward, you made Stormwind fall into the hands of those greenskins. But the blood debt of the orcs must be paid with blood, and now, the day has finally come. Anduin Lothar's words changed sharply, and it turned out that he didn't mean to scold the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

"Prince Danas's army is returning here from the Sador Bridge, and King Terenus's army has launched an attack on these orcs. Despite the unfavorable war, we may not be able to defeat this group of orcs; However, we can inflict heavy damage on them and leave the task of destroying them to Prince Danas. Despite knowing that there was a limit to what he could do, Anduin Lothar was optimistic about the situation in the war as a whole.

"We have only one mission, and that is to kill all these orcs. Next, I, Anduin Lothar, and your future king, Varian Wrynn, will fight with you. Every one of you, listen, every one of you, if each of us can kill five orcs, then this war will end on this land - even if we can't witness that moment, but the corpses we left here will be able to be seen! Now, listen to my commands, Iron Horse Brotherhood, and let the blood burn! Anduin Lothar thrust his two-handed greatsword into the ground in front of him, then drew the dagger from his waist and cut a long hole along the lines in his palm.

Blood continued to flow from the wounds on Anduin Lothar's hands, dripping onto the ground beneath his feet; "Teacher Lothar, you ......," said Ureon eagerly—even in the battle of three thousand against three thousand, Anduin Lothar had not been injured, and now, he ......

"Do the same, Wrynn." Anduin Lothar said this to his disciples.

"Yes...... Teacher Lothar. Urian didn't know the point of doing so, but he plunged his spear and one-handed sword into the ground in front of him like his teacher, then drew the dagger from his waist and, following the teacher's example, made a long cut in his hand.

"Hiss......" Wryon let out a soft moan/moan; However, surprise replaced the feeling of pain, for he found that all the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood in front of him, like himself and Anduin Lothar, solemnly raised their right hands, and made blood marks on them with their daggers, as if they were performing some ritual.

"Hiss......" Ureon groaned again, this time not because of the pain, but because he seemed to know what Anduin Lothar meant by "let the blood burn."

As Lothar had said, Wryon now felt only the blood he shed, burning like hot butter in the palm of his hand; He couldn't help but put his hand in front of him to look at it, but found that the blood he was bleeding out had dried up at some point.

Soon, the burning sensation began to spread from the palm of Wryon's hand, as if it were flowing through some unknown water pipe in his body, and he could feel exactly what liquid was flowing happily in his body.

"Uh......" Ureon felt a little uncomfortable, partly physically, partly mentally - he felt as if he was about to be swallowed up by something, and the scene in front of him began to be stained with a red background, and his heart began to reminisce about the joy of slashing those orcs on his warhorse.

Finally, Wryon couldn't hold back the strange feeling in his heart, and he jerked his weapon out of the ground in front of him, lifted it into the air, and roared loudly into the night sky where the bright moon hung in it.