"There are many types of ice magic, but its basis will not change. It is the magic power of cold that evolves between liquids, solids and gases through the transformation of properties. If you have studied the magic patterns of ice magic in depth, you will understand
You will find that these three forms each contain different magic structures, and if you are familiar with this magic structure, you will discover a new world, such as..."
At the edge of the little noble hall in Stromgarde, Jaina, who had just looked angry, was sitting on a chair like the most obedient student, holding her own notes and writing furiously, and in front of her eyes, that
The human attendant of the elf couple, Khadgar, who was wearing a black dress, was drinking a glass of wine while explaining the original meaning of ice magic to Jaina.
Khadgar is an archmage who studied under Medivh. His thinking is different from the orthodox thinking of Dalaran. Explaining the same problem from one aspect immediately gave Jaina, who was already at a bottleneck, some enlightenment.
Feel.
After all, Jaina'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 Khadgar's. After transforming into a lich specializing in shadow and frost magic,
, Khadgar's understanding of ice magic has already surpassed all the mages in Dalaran.
Jaina, who was immersed in magical knowledge, had long put aside her doubts about the Tyrion couple.
On the table next to them, sat the Tyrion couple and Prince Alsace. Although the body was activated by the dragon's blood, the senses did not return. Tyrion drank a glass of wine, but it was still tasteless. He looked at
Prince Arthas, who was looking at Jaina from time to time, a smile appeared on the corner of the Dark Blade King's mouth:
"So, Your Highness, you like Miss Gianna, right?"
"Uh, just...just appreciate! Appreciate!"
Alsace was upset when he was called out and hurriedly denied: "Anna is different from other girls. She has a special temperament that I admire very much."
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Arthas. If I were 100 years younger, I would also pursue Jaina."
Tyrion supported his chin with his fingers. After saying this, Alleria twisted him hard from behind. However, the death knight did not feel much pain. He just said softly:
"An outstanding girl like Jaina Proudmoore must have many suitors, and given her status, among those suitors, there must be scumbags who approach her with ill intentions. As her best friend, as well as her
One of her suitors, Alsace, I think you should shoulder a more important task and protect her!"
Death Knight's opportunity to face Arthas:
"You are undergoing the assessment of the Paladin. If you want to become Jaina's knight, you must help her get rid of those bastards with bad intentions. Women's thinking is always very emotional. Arthas, whoever treats them well will be punished.
Who has a good impression on her, but only men can tell who is a true admirer and who is a disguised bastard. If you really like her, you have to make sacrifices for her."
"Well, you are right, Mr. Windrunner."
Arthas sipped his wine sadly: "The whole of Dalaran is full of mages who want to get close to Jaina. The last time I went to see her, I beat up a bastard in Dalaran. He actually wanted to get Jaina drunk.
Anna, this is so unforgivable."
"But Gianna thought you hurt her friend, so she was 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 Jaina will eventually know who really cares.
Her people, be brave and do it, I think you two were born to be the most perfect couple."
"Okay, the ceremony is about to begin...Thank you and Miss Jaina for your help, Prince Arthas."
Tyrion lowered his voice and said to Arthas:
"Sometimes you can't woo a girl if you're polite. You want her to feel your love and kiss her. Come on!"
After saying that, the Tyrion couple and Khadgar blended into the crowd and disappeared almost in the blink of an eye. Arthas turned around in embarrassment and saw Jaina carefully packing up her magic notes.
He hesitated for a moment and asked softly:
"Anna, what did you and that gentleman talk about?"
"That gentleman must be a reclusive archmage!"
Jaina said excitedly: "His understanding of ice magic is the deepest among all the mages I have ever met. In just ten minutes, he provided me with several classic ideas. After the ceremony was completed,
I'm going back to Dalaran to continue my experiments, and I will definitely...wait, why are you so close to me?"
Jaina looked at Alsace who was leaning towards her. The girl keenly felt the friendship in Alsace's eyes. She shyly stretched out her hand to push Alsace away, but the next moment, courage and courage suddenly surged in her heart.
Impulsively, Alsace's head moved forward again, and his four lips touched together. The girl who was caught off guard suddenly widened her eyes.
At first she resisted, but as time went by, Jaina slowly closed her eyes and began to experience that weird feeling. Behind the crowd who stood up to watch the ceremony, boys and girls of noble status hugged each other.
They kissed deeply and unskillfully, like a thief who had tasted forbidden fruit for the first time, carefully promoting the still raw relationship between the two of them.
On the second floor of the small noble courtyard, the nobles stood aside blankly like puppets, like silent guards. Tyrion sat on a chair, watching the scene quietly, shaking the hand in his hand.
Goblet, said to Khadgar:
"Use suggestion magic on children, Mr. Khadgar. Do you think you can do good things?"
Khadgar leaned on the chair and looked at Tyrion meaningfully:
"Like you, despicable King of the Undead, I occasionally do good things, although most of the time, we are bastards who do bad things."
"Okay, gentlemen."
Alleria stood beside the two of them, looking at the sacred ceremony taking place on the lawn below, and she said softly:
"Today, we are guests... so we shouldn't cause so much trouble."
Tyrion nodded, stood up, stood next to Alleria, looked at the ceremony below, and murmured to himself:
"Of course I don't want to miss this, this future driven by my own hands."
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Alonsos Faol, the secular spokesperson of humanity's Holy Light faith, is wearing the most solemn priest's attire today. Holy objects from ancient times are dotted on his clothes. Every movement will bring out a ripple of Holy Light.
A floating sacred scripture was placed in front of him. In the ethereal voices of carefully selected children and in the silent gaze, the ceremony of rebuilding the Holy Arathor Empire began.
The main entrance to the palace of Stromgarde was wide open, and the most luxurious red carpet was placed on the ancient bricks. The invited nobles stood on both sides of the carpet, and the guards belonging to the Seven Kingdoms wore the clothes of Ala 2800 years ago.
Wearing the tabards of the Arathor Empire, the two great knights Uther and Fording held ceremonial halberds. Above the halberds hung the flag of the Arathor Empire. This is the first flag that symbolizes human civilization after the Great Schism.
Once upon a time flying in human territory.
In the chants of the Holy Light Church, the great knights strolled forward, the flags flying in their hands. Behind them were Lothar's most loyal guards, just like the imperial generals 2,800 years ago, guarding Thoradin.
Lothar, the last bloodline of the Great Emperor, did not wear the robes of kings. On the contrary, he was wearing a simple set of armor and cloak just like in historical records. He did not look like an emperor, but more like a veteran.
But the sword in his hand, the long sword held in his hand, probably felt the earth ruled by its former owner, and the flames burning in the center of the sword became more and more brilliant.
Lothar doesn't need gorgeous armor to set him off at all. The halo when the flames are burning is like a light curtain floating behind him. Every step he takes, the nobles around him cheer, because they are witnessing a
A new era.
Whether it is hypocritical or sincere support, 2800 years later, after the great division, the human empire was finally unified again. Even if it was only in name, this was enough to make the nobles cheer, because this
This 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 there was not much joy on Lothar's face, because he knew the fragments of the future from Medivh. He knew very well what kind of difficult challenges the human empire would face after it was rebuilt. Can it rise from the ashes?
With his spine completely broken, he could not clearly see the future. He could only stumble forward with his own body and the entire human civilization.
"Today, we are gathered here to witness a sacred moment."
The moment Lothar stood in front of Fao, the gentle voice of Archbishop Holy Light sounded throughout the castle:
"The ancient kings wandered on the land they ruled. They looked at us, and they looked at their descendants. Their glory enveloped us and led us forward. The era of the Great Schism was undoubtedly painful.
It will scatter the united human empire, not only because the emperor who can rule us has passed away, but also because the will in people's hearts has collapsed, which is a disaster."
"But history has taught us a lot that loose alliances are not enough to cope with changes in the world. From the painful lessons of the past, we have realized that only by uniting together can the fire of human civilization burn brightly!"
The kings and representatives of the seven kingdoms stood on both sides of the ceremony stage. Under the gentle holy light, they looked at the silent Lothar in front of them with different eyes, and Lothar also looked at them. His past experiences were reflected in his eyes.
The mistakes, the quarrels, the cooperation, the victories and the final disintegration echoed in each other's hearts.
The archbishop's voice sounded again, this time his voice became solemn and passionate:
"Today, under the witness and gaze of the most noble bloods of the Alliance, the blood descendants of the Arathor Empire will once again ascend the throne. He will fulfill the sacred duties of the previous kings. He will become the emperor of all humans and human civilization.
The co-owner will become the spokesperson and protector of every people. He will follow the great sacrifice and dedicate everything he has to the prosperity of the empire!"
"Anduin Lothar! Please come forward!"
The scepter in the Archbishop's hand was lightly tapped. Sir Lothar took a deep breath, stepped forward, and half-knelt in front of the altar that symbolized faith in the Holy Light.
"Are you willing to make sacrifices to maintain the territorial integrity of the Holy Arathor Empire?"
"I am willing and happy to spread my life and blood over every inch of the empire!"
Lothar was holding the sword of his ancestors. His oath was not loud, but it was as firm and heavy as a rock. The nobles who watched this scene couldn't help but hold their breath.
"Are you willing to respect the faith of the Holy Light and make others respect religious freedom? Are you willing to equally share the rights with the king, maintain the majesty of the royal power and the rights of the nobility? Are you willing to perform sacred duties with the kings and people of the seven human kingdoms?
Mission and responsibilities?”
"I do!"
Lothar said in a deep voice:
"I am willing 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! Shared honors and shared responsibilities!"
"Are you willing to safeguard the political freedom and civil liberties of the empire, safeguard the sacred property of the people, and safeguard the glory of the soldiers and legions?"
"I do!"
Lothar's eyes flashed with light:
"I would like to use my body to become the blade of the empire. The will of the empire is the direction of my blade!"
His Majesty Faol nodded with satisfaction, and the scepter in his hand was placed on Lothar's shoulder. In full view of everyone, Thoras Thor, the eldest among the kings and a descendant of Emperor Thoradin's general,
King Bain was entrusted with an ancient crown and walked tremblingly in front of Lothar. The old king did not wear his own robes today, but wore ancestral armor, which was a symbol of obedience to the empire.
The person invited to watch the ceremony was the Sun King of Quel'Thalas who was once a close comrade with Emperor Thoradin. His Majesty Anastarian picked up the crown. The ancient accessories reminded him of the past.
The Sun King leaned down and placed the crown on Lothar's head. He took a step back, put his palms on his chest, and leaned forward slightly:
"Arazo, welcome back!"
The voice of His Majesty Faao was accompanied by the firing of the salute and the cheers of the nobles:
"Put on the ancient and heavy crown, and remember that you are the king of kings and nobles, leading the earthly people who believe in the Holy Light, and sharing the power and glory with the empire. The original Holy Light has blessed you. Your Majesty the Emperor, may you only
Rule for the good, happiness and glory of the people of Arathor!"
"Hail, the glory of the Holy Arathor Empire is with you and me!"
When Lothar stood up with the emperor's crown, the blessing of Fa'ao's crown, and the halo of holy light and flames, the moment he turned around, the cheers of the nobles and guards almost resounded through the sky.
Lothar raised the long sword in his hand high, just like his ancestors.
"For Arathor! For the Empire!"
"For Arathor! For the Empire!"
With a subtle smile, Tyrion and his wife turned and left. The surrounding nobles were just waking up from their dreams, immersed in the cheers and were at a loss. Behind the King of the Undead, a majestic voice resounded throughout Stromgarde.