There are some things that even if you don't want to face them, you still can't escape them. This is the most difficult part of life. Face those difficult things head on and leave the results to fate.
Dalaran is the smallest country in the Seven-Nation Alliance of Humanity. It can even be said that it is not a normal country.
Because the land area it controls is too small, not even half the province of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but Dalaran is the most important force in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, because this small country is the largest in the human world.
The birthplace of some mages.
Dalaran City is the capital of Dalaran and the holy land of mages in the human world. This white city built on the shores of Lake Lordamre uses purple as its flag and books symbolizing knowledge as its national emblem. It is represented by
The six most powerful mages in the human wizarding world serve as leaders and form a six-person council to rule and manage all affairs in Dalaran.
In the city of Dalaran, there are not only humans, but also dwarves who are more talented in spellcasting than humans, shorter than dwarves, and have more out-of-the-box personalities than murlocs, some sojourning dwarves, and finally elves, to be precise.
, the high elves of Quel'Thalas.
We can say a little more about the relationship between high elves and human mages. In short, on this day, a special force composed of 30 gryphon knights visited the mage city of Dalaran, and because they brought
The new trends of the Wildhammer dwarves, who have always been reclusive, led them to the flying platform of Dalaran. The leader of the dwarf knights, Kurdran, received the support of Antonidas, the speaker of the six-person parliament and the human archmage.
Meet in person.
This is not surprising. Facing the menacing orcs, the Seven Kingdoms Alliance is under great pressure and urgently needs all possible combined forces. What's more, the addition of the Wildhammer dwarves will greatly enhance the air combat strength of the human alliance.
The young dragon sent to Dalaran not long ago revealed a terrifying reality: Orcs can command powerful dragons to fight. In this case, no matter how arrogant the king is, he will look at the Wildhammer dwarves differently.
While Kurdran was discussing some important matters with the six-person council, another member of the team came to a gorgeous mage tower in Dalaran.
"Praise the sun, Lor'themar, you have finally returned safely! His Royal Highness has been looking for you in the past few days! Everyone is also worried about you."
When Lor'themar Theron walked into the mage tower, a high elf wearing a red robe, with long red hair, a good figure and a beautiful face quickly walked forward and gave him a warm hug:
"Come quickly! His Royal Highness is waiting for you!"
"Um"
The very haggard Lor'themar nodded silently. He followed the elf mage into the mage tower. The space here was obviously different from the outside. Outside, it was just a 20-meter-high white tower, nothing special.
, and walking into it is like walking into a real palace, and it doesn't look out of place at all.
This is the magic of magic. There are dozens of towers like this in Dalaran with space arrays arranged inside.
"Lor'themar, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"
The female mage keenly sensed the abnormality of her companion. She looked back at Lor'themar's strange silence. Although he was usually so cold and cold, at that time he could at least feel kindness. But now Lor'themar is just...
Like a stone without emotion.
She was a little worried about the situation of her companions, so she joked:
"Look, you saved the human king, killed Zuljin, killed the orcs, and brought back Zuljin's head. You are already the hero of Quel'Thalas. Come on, smile, our great hero
..."
"Shua"
Before she could finish her teasing words, Lor'themar's left hand reached out and clasped around her neck like an iron clamp. The ranger with a face as cold as ice pressed the beautiful female mage directly against the wall, using
An emotionless voice scolded:
"Shut up! Lana'thel! Shut up!"
"Don't call me a hero! I don't deserve that word!"
This sudden emotional outburst chilled everyone around him, and Lor'themar looked at the shock and fear surging in the female mage's eyes. He suddenly took a step back and put the mage down.
"Shua"
He continued to move forward indifferently, like a madman, an emotionless killer, while the frightened female mage stroked the wound on her neck, like a furious lioness, and shouted loudly towards Lor'themar:
:
"Are you...are you crazy! Bastard!"
But the indifferent figures had disappeared into the surging magic curtain in front of them.
After actually entering the inner sanctum, Lor'themar raised his head and saw the figure sitting on a luxurious red velvet chair, frowning and reading an obscure magic book. Although he was reading and studying, there was a wave of excitement around him.
His temperament makes people unable to help but focus their attention on him. Even the gorgeous decorations around him have been stolen by this owner.
This is a natural leader! A true leader!
Lor'themar took a deep breath, walked forward, stopped 10 meters away from him, and whispered:
"I'm back, Your Highness Kael'thas!"
"Um?"
This interrupted the researcher's thinking. His Royal Highness the Prince raised his head and saw Lor'themar standing there. A trace of undisguised and unpretentious joy flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Kael'thas Sunstrider is the only son of His Majesty Anastarian, the current Sun King of Quel'Thalas, the future owner of Quel'Thalas, and Lor'themar's allegiance.
The excellent blood of Sun Chaser flows in his body, making him one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world at a young age. It is precisely because of this that he can have a tower of his own in the Magic City.
This prince has inherited almost all the advantages that an elf should have. Frankly speaking, handsome, this word cannot describe him anymore.
He has a slender and straight figure, long golden hair that hangs down to his waist, as smooth as the rays of the sun, and the golden eyebrows that are always raised are perfectly trimmed. He also has a pair of green eyes. When he stood up
At that time, three emerald green orbs representing the huge gathering of magic power were suspended behind his shoulders, adding a layer of mysterious temperament to him, and also representing his unparalleled magical talent.
Even while walking, like the scorching sun covering the earth, this almost perfect prince is full of a natural leadership temperament.
Facing his subordinates who had returned from a long journey, His Highness the Prince did not pretend to be cold, but instead personally held up Lor'themar's arm and invited him to sit across from him with just the right amount of enthusiasm.
The pain surging in Lor'themar's eyes could not be hidden from the prince, and during the previous brief magical communication exchange, His Highness also learned some things in advance.
After sitting down, his expression became serious:
"Are you sure Tyrion Dawnblade has died in battle? At the hands of an orc warlord named Saurfang?"
"Um!"
Lor'themar nodded, took out two things from behind, and placed them on a gorgeous table studded with various gems. They were Zul'jin's head, which had been initially processed by the Wildhammer shaman, and Kud.
The box containing Tyrion's relics was given to him by Lan.
"The publicity outside is outrageous. Your Highness, it was not me who killed Zuljin! It was Tyrion, who together with me saved the human king Daelin Proudmoore, and finally lured away the orcs so that I could survive.
He is still the only person, and without his sacrifice, I would never have been able to do this."
Lor'themar said in a voice that contained anger and weakness:
"Please forgive me for being rude to Lannathel, but...I cannot accept this lie!"
He looked at his prince, who also listened to his opinions carefully:
"Your Highness! I am not worthy of the name of a hero. This will make me steal his reputation. Please stop this rumor and don't let the real hero lose the final recognition he deserves."
"I see."
Prince Kael'thas listened completely to everything Lor'themar described. Many details were added in the descriptions of first-hand witnesses. In the end, a trace of sadness appeared in His Highness the Prince's eyes.
His eyes did not even stay for a second on Zul'jin's head, which would bring him supreme prestige. Instead, he reached out and touched the box, and he sighed:
"Today, Quel'Thalas suffered heavy losses. We lost a true hero. He should have risen with Quel'Thalas and become the truly great one who surrounded our homeland. It is such a pity."
He stood up, picked up the box with his own hands, and said to Lor'themar:
"Come on, follow me, Lor'themar."
"Let's go and give it to the people who are truly qualified to accept it, General Lyressa and Miss Alleria, the other two victims of this sad day. I hope Tyrion's death will not
It will break their will and soul."
"Will not!"
Lor'themar Theron straightened his body and said in a deep voice:
"I believe that the women of the Windrunner family will not be defeated by pain, they will only be reborn in hatred!"
"Your Highness! I have decided to give up the pursuit of the position of Ranger General, and I will do my best to help Alleria become the new Ranger General... This is Tyrion's last wish, and we must fulfill all this for him! And Tyrion
Rayon's departure will also make the Windrunner family one of us..."
A burning hatred like flame ignited in Lor'themar's eyes, and he clenched his fists:
"We must drive the damn orcs out of this world completely! Only in this way can we comfort the heroes' spirits in heaven!"
"Well! We have to do this!"
Prince Kael'thas nodded. He also looked firm and sad. He took a deep breath, and with the waving of his fingers, a portal leading to other places opened in front of his eyes. In a not-noble manner, he
Holding the box containing the relics, he stepped forward with firm steps.
"Come on! Lor'themar, let us fulfill the warrior's last wish! Instead of the warrior, come and say goodbye to his relatives..."
"Today, the sun will set for Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn...but tomorrow, it will rise again because you and I have inherited the warrior's will!"
"I swear...his sacrifice will not be in vain! Those orcs, those barbaric invaders, they will definitely pay the price!"
