"Anduin, are you going to start?" Wendsol vs. the galloping Anduin? Lothar asked.

"Let's go! Make this group of dog offal look good! "Anduin? Lothar jumped down in a dashing manner on his galloping horse and replied loudly.

"Okay! All dismount, all dismount! Both Windsor and Marcus looked excited, loudly conveying Anduin? Lothar's order.

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 just a few seconds, they have all left their war horses. A phalanx formed behind 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 Wendthor and Marcus, stood unequivocally, and everyone knew that the Marshal of Stormwind was about to start speaking.

Wryon nervously followed Anduin? Behind Lothar - he didn't know where he was, but as a squire. Is he standing at Anduin? There was nothing wrong with Lothar's side—he looked at his teacher's back with a look of envy, for he hoped that one day, he could be like Lothar. Speak before a mighty army - as the king of Stormwind.

Anduin, though? Lothar's first words took Wryn by surprise, and the Marshal of Stormwind actually said, "...... You cowards! ”

Coward? - Ureon thinks that the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood are already the most heroic warriors in all human kingdoms - but these warriors are not because of Anduin? There was a commotion at Lothar's words, and they just listened quietly, unmoving.

"You're all cowards, including me, all of us. From the fall of Stormwind, we retreat to Lordaeron to begin. I remind myself of this 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 filled with a look of sorrow—and Wryon understood it. Because he knew that his teacher had spent every day in self-blame 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 see the eager eyes of those civilians. I know they want us to avenge their dead loved ones. But I couldn't fulfill their wishes - 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, and it turned out that he didn't mean to scold these 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 hit them hard. Then leave the task of destroying them to Prince Danas. "Even though he knows there's a limit to what he can do, Anduin? Lothar, on the other hand, was optimistic about the situation of 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, I 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 pulled out the dagger from his waist and cut a long hole along the lines on his palm.

Blood from Anduin? The wounds on Lothar's hands continued to flow and drip onto the ground beneath his feet; "Teacher Lothar, ...... you," Wryon said eagerly—even in the battle of three thousand against three thousand, Anduin? Lothar had never been hurt, and now, he was ......

"Do the same, Wrynn." Anduin? Lothar said 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, as he found that all the Iron Horse Brotherhood members in front of him were all with him, with Anduin? Lothar, like her, solemnly raised her right hand and made a bloody streak on it with her dagger, as if she was performing some kind of ritual.

"Hiss......" Ureon let out another moan, this time not because of the pain, but because he seemed to know Anduin? What does the phrase "let the blood burn" in Lothar's words?

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. (To be continued......)