Stormwind is a tall and majestic city, with many minarets and solid stone buildings that are rugged and wild, but the smooth polishing and bright colors continue to show her delicacy.

In contrast, the city at the foot of Lothar is much shorter, less intimidating spikes and tall buildings, but with a unique elegance and prestige.

Against the backdrop of the silvery white Lake Lordamere, the sun shines as if it were coming from the city, peaceful, sacred and peaceful.

Under the instructions of the city's guards, Lothar and his party dismounted as they entered the city. Walking slowly forward with his mount, listening to the noise of the city in his ears, Lothar silently clenched his fists.

There was a trace of envy in his heart, envy of this peaceful and prosperous world. After all, Stormwind has a special geographical location compared to Lordaeron, with jackals in the wilderness, trolls in the Valley of Thorns, and most recently orcs...... The people of the Stormwind Kingdom have never let their guard down.

It was precisely because of this that he was angry.

He was furious, it had been more than a month since the orcs captured Stormwind City, but this kingdom was still singing and dancing, without the slightest urgency!

It wasn't until she reached the gates of the palatial palace that Lothar finally laughed at herself and sighed. Looking at the tranquil courtyard full of flowers and life, he realized that he, like Khadgar, was carried away by the pain of war and the destruction of his country.

After all, war is not the goal, and this peaceful and comfortable life is the reason for them to fight for it.

As the guards led the way, Losa, who had calmed down, spotted two well-dressed children laughing and playing in a gazebo not far away. This scene prompted him to stop unconsciously, and when everyone looked back, he suddenly squatted down, pulled Varian who bowed his head and was silent next to him, and whispered: "Child, you can leave the rest to us, you are tired for so many days, so relax." ”

Despite being a prince, Varian was not old enough to attend the next meeting. Although the latter was reluctant, he still did not go against Lothar's kindness, and under the leadership of his subordinates, he walked towards the two curious children in the pavilion.

Seeing that the two children, a man and a woman, warmly welcomed Varian's joining, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief: "Come on, Khadgar, it's time to get down to business." ”

It was a majestic hall with its vaults high and corners hidden in shadows, and the light shining through the torches and glass could occasionally be seen with heavily armed guards waiting for orders.

The whole room is circular in shape, surrounded by arches and columns, the middle of which extends into the interior balconies, apparently the exclusive use of the nobility during the parliament. However, Lothar appreciates its tactical value, as it can easily snipe into any corner of the hall with just a few archers.

But now, flags of different colors and patterns were hung on the balconies closest to the throne on the steps ahead, and behind the guardrails stood several dignitaries of different costumes.

Lothar knew them, the leaders of the nations of mankind.

However, compared to the elder sitting on the throne in front of them, their light was too much obscured.

His blond hair was slightly gray, his armor shimmered, and the fluffy shawl that embellished it served to keep him warm and quietly enhance his majesty. The barbed golden crown is more like a helmet than a flashy crown, and the face that is not angry and arrogant makes people awe-inspiring.

This is a very suitable king.

Lothar quickly realized this, a look, an aura in a gesture that made him all too familiar. This is a king who will not hesitate to fight for his people, a king who ignites his hopes.

Just like Ryan.

"Anduin. Waving his hand to the daily idlers in the hall, Terenus looked at Lothar with a kind gaze, "Long time no see." ”

"Your Majesty. Lothar replied, taking a few steps forward to the throne and kneeling on one knee, "Greetings from Anduin Lothar from Stormwind, my companion, Medivan's apprentice, Khadgar, citizen of Dalaran. ”

"We're here for help. ”

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Varian sat in the corner of the gazebo with a dark face, ignoring the curiosity of the two children, and just staring at the flowers without saying a word.

"What a strange man. The boy not far away looked at him for a long time, and finally came to this conclusion with his playmate.

"Don't distract. The girl on the other side pouted and pointed to the chess pieces on the table with great interest, "I'm about to win." ”

The boy came back to his senses, shook his head helplessly, and then grabbed a chess piece and fell, declaring victory: "I have told you many times that it is a foul for you to give the king to eat like this. ”

"Huh?" "Huh?" The girl's eyes widened, and the girl almost threw herself into the chessboard, "You're the one who fouls, why can your soldiers move two squares?"

"Because it's the first time I've moved it. The boy was very helpless, but he could understand the other party's unfamiliarity with the rules of the chess game, after all, this was the first time since the two got along, and the other party proposed to pass the time by playing chess.

He used to be a nourished player, and he was tired of it......

"It's like war. Seeing that the other party was still unyielding, the boy hurriedly explained, "The two countries are at war, and the first attack must be fast and ruthless, so as to surprise the Yellow Dragon, kill the king in one fell swoop, and win the victory." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Varian, who was silent, suddenly stood up, attracting the two and the other slaves to look sideways.

"It's not like that. The little prince's voice revealed the vicissitudes of this age, "Even if you kill the king, you will only get a short-term victory." ”

"Instead of winning this war!"

Varian looked up, his eyes burning with an unyielding flame, and the hatred and anger that materialized like a sword pierced the heart, scaring the two children into retreating.

"Even if there is no king, even if there is no country, we still have our people!" Varian did not realize how radical his demeanor was, he still pressed forward step by step, "even if we shed our blood and give everything we have, we will take back our land, homeland and kingdom every inch and inch by inch!"

While protecting the frightened girl behind him, the boy reached out to stop the guards who wanted to come forward, he looked at the angry teenager in front of him, who was obviously much older than himself, and couldn't help but swallow: "Uh, you're too sensitive, it's just a game." ”

The flame in his eyes was extinguished instantly, and Varian was stunned, looking at the nervous-looking guards and servants around him, as well as the two worried children, his face appeared guilty: "I'm sorry, I'm too nervous. ”

Seeing the boy return to the corner, the boy and girl glanced at each other, plucked up the courage to step forward, and carefully broke the awkward atmosphere: "I know your guard's emblem, you are from Stormwind." ”

Perhaps because of the offensive behavior just now, Varian did not ignore the boy's question: "Yes. ”

Hearing that his voice was no longer as tyrannical as it had just been, the boy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then showed a bright smile at the other party, with the soft blonde hair, like the sun in spring, warm and soft: "Hello, my name is Arthas, Arthas Minehir. ”