Anduin, Boval, Duke, the combination of these three is interesting. In Ryan's view, this is a typical loyal minister, an important minister, and a good minister. However, it is such a magical combination that gives a consistent admonition.

Ryan nodded involuntarily......

If there is no way out, why not fight to the death?

Remembering all this, Ryan suddenly realized: "Yes! I was cowardly! I was intimidated by Sargeras. But I swear, this is the last time I've ever been cowardly!"

Ryan's fingers pinched the railing of the terrace, and he was so hard that he seemed to want to pinch out five fingerprints from the white jade railing.

The queen smiled, brightly, and pointed lightly behind Lane. Ryan looked back and saw Varian hiding by a pillar in the doorway to the terrace.

"Ryan, that's right. A king should pass on his courage and virtue to the next king. ”

The king and queen beckoned together to the current little prince, the future King Varian Ureon.

Ryan picked up young Varian and said, "Kid, I'm going to tell you a story about courage......"

Ryan told Varian, who didn't seem to understand, about what happened not long ago. You know, Varian especially admired Anduin, so Varian asked curiously, "Father, why did Uncle Lothar and that Brother Marcus risk their lives instead of you?"

Ryan was stunned for a moment, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Child, in this world, everyone has their own responsibilities. There is a kind of person who shoulders the future of millions of people, is responsible for the safety of the lives and property of the people, and seeks hope and salvation for the people, this kind of person is the nobility, and the apex of the nobility is the king. ”

Little Varian said in a childish voice, "Father, you are the king. ”

"Yes, there is also a kind of person who will stand up when the whole world is in danger and fight evil with a small force. Most of them will fail and die tragically. But there will always be a small number of people who will miraculously achieve the ultimate victory, and therefore everyone will call these men who are the combination of courage, wisdom and luck - heroes!"

Little Varian's eyes showed a look of hope: "That...... Is Uncle Lothar a hero?"

Ryan hugged Varian tightly, tears glistening in his eyes, and he said emotionally, "I don't know, but every inch of my heart is praying for your Uncle Lothar, hoping that Lothar will become a hero and return triumphantly." If he succeeds, even I, the king, will be hidden under the glory of his hero, and I will be willing!"

At the same time, in the twilight forest, a group of cavalry was advancing relatively quickly.

The Twilight Forest is unlike any other forest, and the strange mist that perennially hovers over the forest makes the entire forest feel like eternal night. Sunlight barely penetrates the treetops to the ground, so visibility in the forest is so poor most of the time that even pedestrians should walk with torches.

In this case, it would be death to gallop the horses, and the group was only letting the horses run in small steps.

Lothar, the leader, raised his right fist, and the cavalrymen immediately pulled the reins of their horses, raising their horses' heads, and because the horses were not running fast, they completed the whole process of deceleration in two or three steps.

"Take a break!" commanded Lothar, who jumped off his horse with a swift leap of lightness, handed them over to his attendants, and walked to the rear of the group.

Almost at the back of the line, he saw Duke with a toothache.

"Yo, my little hero, the way you look now, it's hard for me to associate the young hero who is generous in the council chamber and doesn't change his face in the face of death!"

Duke bared his teeth.

What can he do, a traverser, a college animal who grew up in a city, what chance can he have to ride a horse? Even if he finds time to learn after crossing. But short-term training is not the same thing as riding a horse for a long distance.

Horses are living beings, and even if they have the muscles on their backs to slow the impact, they are still no match for a car with shock-absorbing springs on a gentle road. The bumps, the constant rush, made Duke's internal organs seem to be displaced.

It's not an exaggeration, on the first day, even last night's dinner was almost spit out by Duke.

In just two days, he crossed nearly three hundred kilometers of forest trails throughout the Elwyn Forest and entered the Twilight Forest. You know, this is not a modern highway before the crossing. Many of the trails are not even dirt roads, they are sheep's gut trails that only hunters can walk.

At least five horses had to give up because they had broken their legs because of the hurry. Two of the cavalrymen also almost broke their necks.

The only luck was that after entering the twilight forest, the horse's speed decreased, and Duke was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

In the face of Lothar's inquiry, Duke gasped for breath and glared at Lothar fiercely.

"Bastard, you can laugh if you want. Don't give me a chance to laugh back. ”

Lothar laughed, almost with a lift, and helped Duke off his horse.

Lothar's elite soldiers were methodically busy, either arranging for sentry posts, or feeding the horses, or vigilantly forming in a circle, taking out their water bottles and sipping them in small sips.

Of course, many people look at them strangely.

Because this combination is so rare.

A knight, a mage, a female orc, no matter how many times you look at it, this combination feels strange.

"Human, you're too weak. In the tribe, you are a weak being, and you are not even worthy of hard labor. Garona said mercilessly.

This bizarre half-orc woman is a rectum, and if it is said in the mouth of others, it is a mockery. But she simply took it for granted.

Duke had to sigh at the miracle of fate. Sure enough, after some exchanges, Ryan and Lothar gladly chose to accept Garona, as they did in 'history'. After asking many questions about the orc tribe, they agreed to let the powerful orc who was familiar with the Karazan terrain join the 'Strike Force'.

Duke glanced at Garona, "Please, most of our human mages are like this. ”

In fact, Duke wants to say that the masters here are all pampered.

Unfortunately, Garona gave Duke a blow to his heart. She looked puzzled, "But we orcs, whether warlocks or shamans, are much stronger than you. ”

Duke sighed, sure enough, the painting style is different, and there is no way for brain waves to intersect!

But after this time, if you don't have to become a ghoul, you really need to think about exercising. Azeroth is a famous woman, and the absolute force is more capable of fighting than the other. The body is too weak, and I really can't afford to soak it!

Lothar suddenly asked in a low voice, "What do you think are our chances of winning against Sargeras?"

Duke raised two fingers, not a 'V' for victory, but a ......

"20%, this is still based on the premise that the soul of your old friend Medivan has not been completely annihilated. ”