"Now that you've made up your mind, it couldn't be better. Hagarin was finally relieved, but the other party's next words caught him a little off guard.

"Before that, I think I should meet with His Royal Highness the Prince, what do you say?"

"Is this needed?" Hagarin hesitated, although the royal family must have known about Lanros's arrival, but the court mage's meeting with the outside spellcaster would not attract too much attention from them, and the most important task at the moment was obviously the task of contacting the guardians, and Lanlos did this a bit too much.

But what he didn't know was that as Medivan's best friend, Ryan and Lothar both knew Medivan's whereabouts, and there was still contact between them.

Of course, Lan Luo didn't tell the other party this news, just smiled lightly and dismissed the other party's questions with silence.

"Since you insist. "Lanros and his Elunis are the most important characters in this mission, and it was not easy for him to agree to help, and Hagarin didn't want to offend the other party because of these irrelevant things.

"In a week, it will be the day when Prince Lane will be crowned king, and I will give you an invitation to the party in advance......" Before he could finish speaking, Hagarin suddenly felt a cold current creeping up his back, and he immediately followed this feeling to shift his gaze, and happened to meet the beautiful girl beside Lanloth.

The cold blue eyes made him shiver for no reason, and he quickly changed his words: "Uh, two!"

In Dalaran, Tyrei did not deliberately conceal her identity, and many archmages in the Secret Law Society, including the upper echelons of Kenrito, knew her true identity, and Hagarin was naturally no exception. No one wants to offend a blue dragon, not especially a spellcaster.

"Then please. Patting the other man on the shoulder, Lanlos said with a smile, and then walked away in Hagarin's eyes.

"Wait!" Seeing that the other party was about to leave his sight, the archmage hurriedly chased out of the room, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course, it's to find a place to stay, ha, the current housing prices in Stormwind City shouldn't be expensive. ”

"No, I mean, the mission ......"

"There's only one week to go, and even if you ride a griffon, you'll have to wait until you're done with the king's coronation. ”

“......”

Watching Lanlos leave without looking back, Hagarim wanted to cry without tears. Every member of the Council of Tirisfa is well aware of the importance of this task, the Guardian is the symbol of the Council and the most powerful defense force in the mortal world.

To put it bluntly, as long as the Guardian is recovered, the status of the Council of Tirisfa in the mortal world will be instantly elevated. Almost all the parliamentarians are working hard about this, but Lanlos is really hateful to look like he doesn't care about himself.

Sure enough, it was right to oppose him joining parliament......

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Firecrackers are ringing in unison, gongs and drums are noisy, and today's Stormwind City is filled with the atmosphere that today is a good day, as if the clouds and depression of the previous days are all illusions. Even the houses under reconstruction are lit up, and the original charred and dilapidated are covered with delicate flowers.

Ryan's coronation was timed perfectly, and after more than three months of bitter fighting, the people of Stormwind had had enough of the grief. But life needs to go on, houses need to be repaired, farms need to be rebuilt, and people need hope.

Now, this joyous event will completely awaken the vitality of this land.

Standing on the terrace, witnessing the lively scene below, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume broke the unsmiling of these days, and a stiff but sincere smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ryan Wrynn, leader of the Stormwind Kingdom. Although he had not ceased to work tirelessly since the fall of Barathern, his appearance was very clean.

Long black hair with slightly curly hair scattered over her shoulders, an iron crown studded with jewels the size of a pigeon's egg glittered in the sun, and her handsome face was angular but concealed with gentle curves.

On the surface, this must be a benevolent king who helps the world and the people.

It's a pity that the faint sadness that appears between his eyebrows is really not suitable for the occasion.

"Your Majesty. Outside the door, a heavily armed warrior strode closer, his silver-white armor shining in the sun, the blue trim and lining adding a sense of solemnity and majesty to the overall look, and the golden lion king on his chest and the griffin sculpture with angry eyes on his shoulder armor are just right to interpret the word might.

Of course, the most striking thing is the wide giant sword behind his back. Compared to Stumka, although the blade is slightly narrower, it is still too long to be. Unlike the Warrior's dark and hideous nature, this greatsword is based on gold, and the intricate magic runes are all over the body, and the atmosphere and delicacy are perfectly blended, without distinguishing one from the other.

The Great Royal Sword, Anduin Lothar's Sabre, the Sword of Legends. Few people know that this sword, also known as Quelzaram, is yes, a rune sword made by the High Elves. Unfortunately, the records about it are not as detailed as those of the Sdomka. But there is no doubt that the quality between the two is comparable.

The fist of his right hand slammed inward into his left chest, and the man in front of him addressed the young man who was about to reach the pinnacle of the kingdom with the most standard and upright etiquette: "It's your turn." ”

Turning around, Ryan looked at the guard in front of him, who was a little more handsome than himself, and the smile on his face completely became natural: "Anduin, maybe you should pay more attention to your appearance, there will be a lot of excellent girls today." ”

His thick brown beard covered almost the entire length of his mouth, and his hair covering his ears was slightly messy, but he looked much more energetic than Hagarim's scruffiness. The resoluteness revealed by his thick steel armor, straight backbone, and light brown eyes were enough to dispel anyone's doubts about him.

Just because he is Anduin Lothar, the royal guard, the president of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and the strongest man in the Stormwind Kingdom!

Of course, Medivan's hanging on the wall doesn't count......

"That's enough. Lothar patted the heavy and delicate armor on her body, and although it was a joke, she couldn't see a smile because her beard was too luxuriant.

Generally speaking, this full set of steel armor is only equipped by cavalry, and even shield guards are rarely equipped with this type of armor. Not only the high cost, but also the weight that can instantly crush the average person and the clumsiness of not even bending over limit its usefulness.

Of course, there are always some outliers in this world. Lothar is not only handsome, but also has a strong physical fitness that most men envy and envy, plus he is still single. The combination of various factors made him surpass Ryan in one fell swoop and become the number one admirer and YY object in the hearts of all the flower girls in the Storm Kingdom.

It's a pity that there are only two reasons why such an excellent male god is still single at this age. First, the foundation is full of feelings, and second, good luck......

Ahem, this is all rumor, and sure enough, it's enough to listen to it as a joke.

Seeing that his friend and love would swear like this, Ryan shook his head helplessly: "I didn't let you go to the battlefield. ”

"Stormwind hasn't been peaceful lately, we have to ......"

"Sir Lothar?" interrupted with a wave of his hand, and Ryan's voice took on a commanding hint of inviolability. He knew very well that if he wanted his stubborn old friend to change his mind, he had to be tougher than he was.

After a brief hesitation, Lothar finally nodded: "As you wish, Your Majesty." ”

"Very well, while you take off this iron plate, we still have to wait for a distinguished guest...... Ah, he's arrived. ”

Under a cloudless clear sky, a crow galloped towards the terrace, its black and supple feathers shining in the sunlight like a dark but dazzling lightning bolt.