"There are many types of ice magic, but its foundation does not change, it is the magic of cold that evolves between liquids, solids and gases through the transformation of properties, if you delve into the magic patterns of ice magic, you will find that these three forms contain different magic structures, and if you are familiar with this magic structure, you will find a new world, such as..."

At the edge of the small aristocratic hall of Riptide Castle, Gianna, who had a puffed face just now, sat on a chair like the most obedient student, holding her own notes and writing hard, and in front of her, the human attendant of the elven couple, Khadgar in a black dress, drank a glass of wine and explained to Gianna the original meaning of ice magic.

Khadgar is an archmage who has studied with Medivan, and his thinking is different from Dalaran's orthodox thinking, and explaining the same problem from one aspect immediately makes Gianna, who is already in a bottleneck period, feel like he is in a state of flux.

After all, Gianna's talent is indeed amazing, but she is only a 15-year-old girl now, and her understanding of magic is far from comparable to that of Khadgar, and after transforming into a lich specializing in shadow and frost magic, Khadgar's understanding of ice magic has long surpassed that of all mages in the whole of Dalaran.

And Gianna, who was immersed in magical knowledge, had long since put aside her suspicions about the Tyrians.

At the table beside them, sat the Tyrion couple and the Prince of Arthas, although the body was activated by the dragon's blood, but the senses did not return, Tyrion drank a glass of wine, it was still dull, he looked at the Prince of Arthas who looked at Gianna from time to time, and the corner of the mouth of the King of the Dark Blade flashed a smile:

"So, Your Highness, you like Miss Gianna, don't you?"

"Uh, it's just... Just appreciation! Admire! ”

Arthas was told to break his mind and hurriedly denied it: "Anna is different from other girls, she has a special temperament that I admire. ”

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Arthas, and if I were 100 years younger, I'd go after Gianna too."

Tyrion propped his chin with his fingers, and after saying this, he was twisted hard by Aurelia behind his back, but the Death Knight didn't feel much pain, he just whispered:

"Like Gianna. A girl like Proudmoore must have a lot of suitors, and between her status, among those suitors, there must be scum who approached her with bad intentions, as her best friend, and one of her suitors, Arthas, I think you should shoulder a more important task and protect her! ”

Death Knight vs. Arthas:

"You are being assessed by the paladin, if you want to become Gianna's knight, you have to help her eliminate those bastards with bad intentions, women's thinking is always very emotional, Arthas, whoever is good to them, they have a good impression of whom, but only between men can tell who is the real admirer and who is the bastard in disguise, if you really like her, you have to make sacrifices for her."

"Well, you're right, Mr. Windranger."

Arthas took a sad sip of wine: "The whole Dalaran is full of mages who want to get close to Gianna, the last time I went to see her, I beat up a bastard in Dalaran, and he actually tried to get Gianna drunk, it's really unforgivable." ”

"But Gianna thinks you've hurt her friend, so she's very angry with you."

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, stood up with his wife, patted Arthas on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, Arthas, Miss Gianna will eventually know who really cares about her, be brave and do it, I think you two are born to be the perfect couple." ”

"Alright, the ceremony is about to begin... Thank you and Miss Gianna for your help, Prince Alsace. ”

Tyrion lowered his voice and said to Arthas:

"Sometimes you can't chase a girl with a polite manner, you have to let her feel your love, take the initiative to kiss her, come on!"

With that, the Tyrion and Khadgar blended into the crowd and disappeared almost in the blink of an eye, Arthas turned back a little embarrassed, and saw that Gianna was carefully packing up her magic notes, he hesitated for a moment, and asked softly:

"Anna, what did you talk to that gentleman about?"

"That gentleman must be a reclusive archmage!"

Gianna said excitedly: "His understanding of ice magic is the most profound of all the mages I have ever seen, in just ten minutes, he provided me with several classic ideas, and when the ritual is over, I will go back to Dalaran and continue my experiment, I will definitely ... Wait, why are you so close to me? ”

Gianna looked at Arthas leaning over her, the girl keenly felt the friendship in Arthas's eyes, she was a little shy and reached out to push Arthas away, but the next moment, the courage and impulse that suddenly surged in her heart made Arthas's head move forward again, four lips touched together, and the girl who was caught off guard widened her eyes suddenly.

At first, she was a little resistant, but as time passed, Gianna slowly closed her eyes and began to experience the strange feeling, behind the crowd of people who stood up to watch the ceremony, noble boys and girls hugged each other, kissing deeply and unskillfully, like a thief who had tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, carefully advancing the relationship between the two people who were still very jerky.

And on the second floor of this small aristocratic courtyard, the nobles stood as sluggish as puppets, like silent guards, while Tyrion sat on a chair, quietly watching the scene, shaking the wine glass in his hand, and said to Khadgar:

"Use suggestion magic on the kids, Mr. Khadgar, so you can do good too?"

Khadgar leaned back in his chair and looked at Tyrion meaningfully:

"Like you, dastardly necromantic king, I do good things once in a while, though most of the time, we're bastards who do bad things."

"All right, gentlemen."

Aurelia stood beside the two of them, looking at the sacred ritual going on on the lawn below, and she whispered:

"Today, we are guests... Don't make so much of a fuss. ”

Tyrion nodded, he stood up, standing beside Aurelia, looking at the ritual below, he muttered to himself:

"I certainly don't want to miss this, it's a future that I'm driving with my own hands."

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Alonsos. Fao, the earthly spokesperson of the human faith in the Holy Light, wears the most solemn priestly dress today, holy relics from ancient times are dotted on his clothes, every movement brings a ripple of holy light, and in front of him is a floating sacred scripture, and in the ethereal voices of carefully selected children, in the gaze of all voices, the ritual of the rebuilding of the Holy Arathso Empire begins.

The main entrance of the palace of Fort Riptide was wide open, the most luxurious red carpet was placed on the ancient masonry, the invited nobles stood on both sides of the carpet, the guards belonging to the Seven Kingdoms wore the robes of the Arathas Empire 2,800 years ago, and the two great knights of Uther and Fordin held ceremonial halberds, and above the halberds, the flag of the Arathor Empire was hung, which was the first time that this flag symbolizing human civilization flew on the territory of mankind after the Great Division.

In the chant of the Church of the Light, the Grand Knight strolled forward, the banner in his hand fluttering, and behind them were the most loyal guards of Lothar, like the imperial generals of 2,800 years ago, guarding the last bloodline of Soladin the Great, Lothar did not wear the robes of kings, on the contrary, he wore a simple suit of armor and cloak as in the historical records, and he did not look like an emperor, but like a veteran.

But the sword in his hand, the long sword that was held in his hand, probably felt the land that had been ruled by its master, and the flames burning in the center of this sword became more and more brilliant.

Lothar didn't need ornate armor to set him off, the glow of the flames as it burned was like a curtain of light fluttering behind him, and every step he took made the nobles around him cheer, because they were witnessing a new era.

Whether it is false or false, or sincere support, after 2800 years, after the great division of the human empire, it is finally unified again, even if it is only a nominal unity, which is enough to make the nobles cheer, because it means that the aristocratic power of a single country will spread to the entire empire, which means that their status will become more noble.

But Lothar didn't have much joy on his face, because he knew the fragment of the future from Medivan, and he knew very well what kind of difficult challenges the human empire would face after it was rebuilt, whether it could be reborn from the fire, or whether it would be completely broken, and the future, he couldn't see clearly, and he could only stagger forward with the entire human civilization with his own body.

"Today, we are gathered here! Witness a sacred moment. ”

At the moment when Lothar stood in front of Fao, the gentle voice of the Archbishop of the Holy Light resounded throughout the castle:

"The ancient kings wandered the land they ruled, they looked at us, they looked at their descendants, their glory enveloped us, led us forward, the age of the Great Schism was undoubtedly painful, it scattered the united empire of mankind, not only because of the death of the emperor who was able to rule us, but also because the will in the hearts of men collapsed, and it was a catastrophe."

"But history has taught us a lot, loose alliances are not enough to cope with the changes in the world, and in the bitter lessons of the past, we have realized that only by uniting can the fire of human civilization burn!"

The kings and representatives of the Seven Kingdoms stood on either side of the ceremonial platform, and in the light of the gentle light, they looked at the silent Lothar in front of them with different eyes, and Lothar, too, looked at them, the past experiences echoed in each other's hearts, those mistakes, those quarrels, those cooperations, those victories, and finally the disintegration.

The archbishop's voice sounded again, this time solemn and impassioned:

"Today, under the witness and gaze of the noblest bloodlines of the Alliance, the bloodline of the Arathso Empire will once again ascend to the throne, he will fulfill the sacred duties of the kings of his ancestors, he will become the emperor of all mankind, the co-master of human civilization, the spokesman and protector of every people, he will follow the great sacrifice and sacrifice everything for the prosperity of the empire!"

"Anduin. Lothar! Please step forward! ”

The scepter in the archbishop's hand tapped lightly, and Sir Lothar took a deep breath and stepped forward, half-kneeling in front of the altar that symbolized the belief in the Light.

"Are you willing to make sacrifices to preserve the territorial integrity of the Holy Arathas Empire?"

"I am willing, and willing, willing to spill my life and blood on every inch of the Empire!"

Lothar held the sword of his ancestors, his oath was not loud, but it was as strong and heavy as a rock, and the nobles who watched the scene could not help but hold their breath.

"Are you willing to respect and make people respect the Light and religious freedom, are you willing to share the rights equally with the king, are you willing to maintain the majesty of the royal power and the rights and interests of the nobility, and are you willing to fulfill the sacred mission and duty with the kings and people of the seven human kingdoms?"

"I do!"

Lothar said in a deep voice:

"I would like to be the courage in the hearts of every people, and I am willing to be the sword and shield in front of every compatriot! Honor sharing, responsibility sharing! ”

"Are you willing to defend the political and civil liberties of the Empire, the sacred property of the people, and the glory of the soldiers and legions?"

"I do!"

A glint flashed in Lothar's eyes:

"I would like to use this body as the blade of the empire, and what the will of the empire refers to is where my blade goes!"

Fao nodded in satisfaction, and the scepter in his hand rested on Lothar's shoulder, in full view of Solas, the eldest of the kings and a descendant of the generals of Soladin the Great. Entrusted with an ancient crown, King Thorbein trembled before Lothar, the old king who today wore not his own robes, but the ancestral armor, a symbol of obedience to the Empire.

Invited to watch the ceremony, the Sun King of Quel'Salas, who had been close comrades with Emperor Soladin, His Majesty Anastarian took the crown, the ancient accessory reminded him of the old days, the Sun King leaned down and put the crown on the top of Lothar's head, he took a step back, put his palm on his chest, and leaned over slightly:

"Alaso, welcome back!"

The voice of Fao's crown was accompanied by the sound of a cannon salute, and resounded in the cheers of the nobles:

"Wear the ancient and heavy crown and remember that you are the King of Kings and Nobility, leading the earthly people who believe in the Light, sharing power and glory with the Empire, blessed by the original Light, Your Majesty the Emperor, may you rule only for the good, happiness and glory of the people of Arathasak!"

"Rejoice, glory of the Holy Alatho Empire, with you and me!"

The moment Lothar, who was bearing the Emperor's crown and standing up with a halo of holy light and flame, turned around, the cheers of the nobles and guards almost echoed through the sky, and Lothar raised his sword in the air, just like his ancestors.

"For Araso! For the Empire! ”

"For Araso! For the Empire! ”

With a subtle smile, Tyrion and his wife turned to leave, and the surrounding nobles woke up from their dreams, immersed in cheers and overwhelmed, and behind the Necronomicon King, the magnificent voice resounded throughout Riptide Castle, and after 2800 years, the human empire, returned.