The combination of Anduin, Berval, Duke, is very interesting. In Ryan's opinion, this is a typical loyal minister, important minister, and good minister. However, it is such a magical combination that gives unanimous advice.

Ryan nodded involuntarily

Yes! Since there is no way out, why not fight to the death?

Recalling all this, Ryan suddenly realized: "Yes! I was timid! I was scared by Sargeras. But I swear, this is the last time I was timid in my life!"

Ryan pinched his fingers hard on the terrace railing. He was so hard that he wanted to pinch five fingerprints from the white jade railing.

The queen smiled and smiled brightly. She pointed gently behind Ryan. When Ryan looked back, she immediately saw Varian hiding beside the pillar at the entrance of the terrace.

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

The king waved with the queen and greeted the present little prince and the future King Varian Wrien.

Ryan picked up the young Varian: "Child, I want to tell you a story about courage."

Ryan told Varian, who was ignorant of everything that had happened not long ago. You know, Varian admired Anduin in particular, so Varian asked curiously: "Father, why did Uncle Lothar and that brother Marcus go to risk their lives, instead of you?"

Ryan was a little stunned, 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 thousands of people, is responsible for the safety of the lives and property of the people, and finds hope and redemption for the people. Such people are nobles, and the pinnacle of the nobles is the king."

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

"Yes! There is another kind of person who stands up when the whole world is in danger and fights against evil with a weak force. Most of them will fail and die miserably. But there are always a small number of people who will miraculously win the final victory, so everyone will call these people who combine courage, wisdom and luck as heroes!"

Little Varian showed a look of hope in his eyes: "Is Uncle Lothar a hero?"

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

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

The twilight forest is different from any forest. The strange fog that entrees above the forest all year round makes the entire forest look like a fallen night. The sunlight can hardly penetrate the treetops and fall to the ground. Therefore, for most of the time, the visibility of the forest is extremely poor. Even if pedestrians walk in the forest, it is best to use torches.

In this case, running a horse is a desperate attempt, and the group just let the horses run in small steps.

The leader Losa raised his right fist, and the cavalry immediately pulled up the reins of the horse and raised the head. Because the horse was not running fast, the entire slowdown process was completed in two or three steps.

"Stay a break!" Losa ordered, and he jumped off the war horse gently, handed the horse to his entourage, and walked towards the back of the team.

Almost at the end of the team, he saw Duke who looked like a toothache.

"Oh, my little hero, you are so in this way that it is hard for me to connect the young hero who is generous in the chamber and never changes his face in the face of death!"

Duke grinned.

What can he do? A time traveler, a college student who grew up in a city, have any chance to ride a horse? Even if he finds time to learn it after traveling through time. But short-term training and long-distance raids are completely different.

Horses are creatures. Even if there are muscles that relieve shocks on the horse's back, they still cannot be compared with cars that have shock absorbing springs on the smooth road. The bumps and continuous running make Duke's internal organs seem to be displaced.

It's not an exaggeration. On the first day, even Duke vomited out the supper last night by almost all.

In just two days, I passed the forest path of nearly 300 kilometers in the entire Elvin Forest and entered the Twilight Forest. You should know that this is not a modern road before crossing. Many paths do not even count dirt roads, but a path that only hunters can take.

At least five horses broke their legs because they were on the road and had to be given up. Two cavalrymen almost broke their necks.

The only luck is that Duke can breathe a sigh of relief after entering the Twilight Forest.

Faced with Lossa's inquiry, Duke gasped and stared at Lossa fiercely.

"Bastard, just laugh if you want to laugh. Don't find a chance to laugh back."

Losa smiled, almost lifting it up, helping Duke off his horse.

The elite soldiers of Lothar were busy in an orderly manner, either arranging watch, feeding horses, or vigilantly forming a circle, taking out a kettle, and sipping in small mouths.

Of course, many people look at each other strangely.

Because this combination is so strange.

A knight, a mage, and a female orc, this combination is strange no matter how many times you watch it.

"Human, you are too weak. In the tribe, you are such a weak existence that you are not worthy of working as a hard worker." Garona said mercilessly.

This strange orc woman is straight, and if she says it in other people's mouth, it's ridicule. But she just thinks this is for granted.

Duke had to sigh at the magic of fate. Sure enough, after some exchanges, Ryan and Lothar chose to accept Garona as they did in history. After asking a lot about the orc tribe, they agreed to let this powerful and familiar female orc who was familiar with the terrain of Karazan join the attacking force.

Duke gave Garona a look: "Please, most of our human mages are like this."

In fact, Duke wants to say that the wizards here are all pampered and live in luxury.

Unfortunately, Garona gave Duke a knowing blow. She showed a puzzled expression: "But we orcs are much stronger than you, both warlocks and shamans."

Duke sighed, it turns out that the style of painting is different, and brain waves cannot intersect!

However, after this end, if you don’t have to become a ghoul, you really have to consider exercising. Any famous woman who is Azeroth is definitely better at fighting than the other. She is too weak and she can’t afford to pick up even girls!

Lothar suddenly asked in a low voice: "How many chances do you think we have to beat Sargeras?"

Duke raised his two fingers, not to represent victory, but

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

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Chapter completed!