"Why?" Anduin? Lothar smiled bitterly, turned his head sideways, looked at his disciple's father-like face, and stretched out his right hand tremblingly to Varian's face, but finally hung weakly at his side, and whispered, "The name of this sword is the King's Protector." ”

"What?" Anduin? Lothar's voice suddenly became quiet, leaving Varian a little unintelligible. "Protector of the King. This is the name your father gave to this sword. "Anduin? Lothar turned her gaze back to the one-handed greatsword lying flat in the box, unaware that she had been delayed in the field for too long.

"That day, Ryan returned to Stormwind from Ironforge with the sword. Just as I was in a hurry to test how sharp the dwarven king's forged one-handed sword was, Ryan told me that he was going to name it 'Guardian of the King'. "Anduin? Lothar stretched out her hand and stroked the blade of the one-handed sword in the box. The gauntlets made of fine iron slashed through the strange patterns and carvings on the sword's body, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing in the silence of the night.

"At that time, when I heard this name, I was as surprised as you were. But your father said to me, 'Anduin, from the day I became king, I wanted to give you this title. However, the nobles of the council are always worried that you have too much power, so they do everything they can to obstruct you. Then I'll give you this title on your sword, and those people should have nothing to say now! Anduin, I assure you, as long as I, Lane, don't die, and as long as Stormwind is still standing on the continent of Azeroth, the Lothar family will share the glory of the king with the Ureon family! '"Anduin? Lothar relayed the words of Varian's father, King Lane, and the thoughts and remorse for his old friend filled his heart for a while, and his voice became choked.

"Lothar-sensei, I ......" Varian didn't know what to say. Although he was not impressed with his father, in his mind, the image of the monarch had always been as gentle as that of King Terenus, in Varian's mind. If he becomes the king of Stormwind in the future, he will definitely learn from King Terenus in his speech and behavior.

However, Varian felt that his father's remarks were more like the image of the king in his mind. This made his father's face, which had long been blurred in his heart, suddenly taller and clearer.

And Anduin? It was only then that Lothar answered Varian's question: "Guardian of the King, this is the name of this sword given to me by your father, and it is also his ...... to me But that day, I watched Garona do those things to Ryan. But it was too late to stop it...... As the King's Protector, his own monarch has not only died in front of him, but even his head is in a different place, Varian, do you think I am still qualified to use this sword called 'King's Protector'? ”

"Teacher Lothar, ...... you" have been entangled for a long time, Anduin? Lothar finally revealed the reason why he had sealed the peerless divine weapon forged by the dwarven king in an iron box. Varian felt sorry for it, but he couldn't persuade him - every warrior had his own faith in his heart, and when this faith was broken, it was also the moment when the glory of the warrior returned to the dark.

"But now. I see new hope. "Anduin? Lothar suddenly stood up, and grabbed Varian's shoulders, which were a little thin compared to him, with both hands, "Ryan is dead, but my mission is not over. Stormwind will eventually rebuild, and you, Varian, will be the new king. I have not kept my promise to protect your father from calamity; But Varian, I'm not going to allow the same thing to happen again. ”

In Varian's astonished gaze, Anduin? Lothar patted him on the shoulder. Turning to another iron box, he opened the heavy lid, bent down, and fiddled in the box for a while. When he returned to Varian's side, he already had an extra bottle of dark green potion in his hand.

"In order not to hurt you in the slightest, I have been forbidding you to go to war. However, King Terenus's indulgence towards the Prince of Arthas made me reflect on my actions. Even Ryan, I think. He must also hope that his son can become a brave and good warrior, not a weak and sick aristocratic young master. The Prince of Arthas is only ten years old this year, and he is already up to the task; How could the lions of Stormwind City lose to the young eagles of Lordaeron? "In Varian's expectant eyes, Anduin? Lothar finally announced his final decision, "Varian, my disciple. In the next decisive battle with the orcs, I will allow you to fight by my side and support me. ”

Varian's face flushed—he felt the blood of the warrior boiling in his heart. Long before the time of Soladin the Great, among humans, there was a kind of existence called "knight".

When the knights were engaged in battle, they were accompanied by squires; These squires were required to saddle the knights, wear armour, carry spears and spears, and even tend to their master's belongings at their leisure.

In the protracted battle with the trolls, the knights' equipment gradually became reduced, and the special duty of squires gradually disappeared from the battlefield. However, by the side of the senior commanders of the human army, there are still capable attendants who survive.

And Anduin? Lothar's remarks were undoubtedly announcing that in the next major battle, Varian would be his attendant in battle. Not only is the fact that being able to fight orcs excite Varian, but more importantly, what could excite a teenager more than being an acolyte who has become the greatest warrior ever seen by mankind? What's more, this greatest warrior of all time is also the object of the most longing and worship in the hearts of young people!

"Teacher Lothar, what did you say...... Is it true? "Varian's speech is a little unclear." That's right, Varian. You will be my squire in wartime. Although your fighting skills are already very proficient, there are still some survival skills on the battlefield that I need to teach you personally. "Anduin? Lothar seemed to smile for the first time tonight.

"Great!" Varian just wanted to shout and vent his excitement at this time, but Anduin? Lothar's gesture stopped. The Marshal of Stormwind City, the supreme ruler of the Human Alliance, handed the dark green potion bottle in his hand to Varian, and his face became stern again: "But before that, Varian, there are some things I need to tell you, this matter, I can't make a decision for you, you have to make your own choice." (To be continued.) )