Rivendell's Secret---Learn Qaz Brothers for My Love【4/20】
Lordaeron is a typical feudal royal country. The country's ruling class is supported by nobles of all sizes.
One characteristic of feudal countries is that the relationships between nobles are intricately intertwined. After hundreds of years of marriages and alliances, betrayal and hostility, it is almost impossible to sort out the relationships between nobles in a short time.
things to come.
For this reason, in the city of Lordaeron, there is a dedicated royal heraldry master who is responsible for management and maintenance, as well as sorting out the relationship between the domestic nobles. When necessary, such as a sudden death of a certain family, or the sudden death of the head of the family.
When the family is in chaos, the heraldry masters will be responsible for selecting the young person or branch who is most qualified to inherit the family.
In fact, this is not only true in Lordaeron, but also in other human countries.
Heraldry, this weird "academic science", can be regarded as a prominent science in these human countries. Many young generations of noble families will study this science to understand clearly who is the family's friend and who is the family member.
of enemies.
However, the chaotic aristocratic system, in addition to effectively strengthening the unity and internal relations of the aristocratic class, also has a very bad side. For example, through marriage and intricate relationships, some small nobles are likely to own land beyond their titles and
that power.
For example, the simplest example is Count Barov, a great nobleman who lives in seclusion in Stratholme District. He is an old nobleman of the Kingdom of Alterac. He only has the title of earl, but whether it is the land he owns, the wealth of his family, or his position in the nobility
The status in the circle is far higher than that of an ordinary duke. The morale of the Perenold royal family in Alterac and every move of the Barov family will directly affect the entire country.
And another example is our Baron Rivendell...
Rivendell only has the title of baron, but his actual power is no less than that of the great nobles. Baron Rivendell is the nominal manager of the entire Stratholme district. This is an official position directly appointed by the king. The baron this year
At 35 years old, he can be said to be young, strong and energetic, and the reason why he can obtain such a high position at such a young age is because of his family inheritance.
The entire city of Stratholme, the most prosperous city in the Stratholme region, was the private domain of the Rivendell family when the kingdom was established. As time went by, although the title of the baron's family became more and more important due to various reasons.
The lower, but their actual control power has not been weakened too much.
Especially after the establishment of Stratholme City, the Rivendell family began to rule the entire Stratholme area with the lowest baron title, making it one of the most powerful nobles in the country.
But this family is very low-key. They have always been staunch supporters of the king. When the current king Terenas Menethil II came to the throne, Rivendell's family made great efforts. Therefore, after the king secured his throne,
He also gave the Rivendell family absolute preferential treatment.
Unfortunately, all good things cannot be taken away by one person. Good luck in one aspect means that things will be bad in another aspect.
The Rivendell family is low-key and prominent, but the inheritance of heirs within the family is very difficult. There has been only one heir for several generations. This is definitely a disaster for a noble family. Once a certain generation of heirs has an accident,
, which means that the family is likely to be extinct.
And now, this terrible future has been laid before the eyes of the contemporary Baron Rivendell... His son, his most beloved only son, was seriously ill a few years ago, and there seems to be no hope of cure.
"Olix, are you asleep?"
As night fell, Baron Rivendell's tired voice sounded outside his son's bedroom, accompanied by a heartbreaking cough. A moment later, the weak young man, the next generation successor of the Rivendell family,
He opened the door for his father.
In front of his relatives, Baron Rivendell no longer had the hypocritical smile and gentle attitude he had when facing other people. His black eyes were full of regret. He looked at his son, who was only 19 years old and should have been in his life.
The most beautiful years are trapped in this damn bedroom, painfully waiting for death to come.
"Father...cough cough cough, I...I'm fine."
There was a difficult smile on Orix Rivendell's pale face. He stretched out his hand to hold his father's hand, but when he raised his arm, a trace of pain flashed across his face.
, his body fell backward in tearing pain, and his father, who had quick eyes and quick hands, stepped forward and held him in his arms.
"Okay, son, stop talking and lie down quietly for a while."
Baron Rivendell smiled at his son. He picked him up and placed him on the sofa nearby. Then he personally picked up the medicine bag on the side and cooked a bitter medicinal soup for his son.
This medicinal soup was prescribed by the most famous doctor in Lordaeron. With the power of Baron Rivendell, he could easily find a good priest to treat his son, but in fact, in 1 year
Before, when Oryx first fell ill, the Baron took him to Lordaeron and humbly asked His Majesty Faol to diagnose his son's illness.
But the pope told him some sad news.
Orix's strange disease cannot be cured by the Holy Light. It is a disease that has never appeared in the classics. It is like a strange power was born in the deepest part of the young man's body, greedily absorbing the young man.
vitality, and kept tearing him into darkness.
The helpless King Faol speculated that Oryx was not terminally ill, but cursed. Therefore, the baron took his son to Dalaran and even went to Quel'Thalas, but could not find him.
The only way to uncover this strange curse is to watch his son weaken day by day and be devoured by disease day by day.
But humans are not grass and trees, so how can they be ruthless?
Although Oryx, a devout believer in the Holy Light Church, repeatedly advised his father to relax, after the initial frustration and despair of the young man, as time went by, he seemed to no longer struggle, but in endless pain.
, viewing impending death as a relief.
"I can feel it, father. When I close my eyes, I seem to be able to see...ahem, the Holy Light, the Holy Light is calling me."
Orix Rivendell took the medicinal soup handed over by his father with difficulty. The strange-tasting medicinal soup was mixed with some sleeping agents, which could allow the son of the Baron to have a good sleep, but this medicine contained trace amounts of
Toxins, so you can't drink too much, and every time you take a nap after drinking the medicine, that is the happiest time for Oryx who is tortured by pain.
"You're going to be okay, son."
The baron sat by the sofa, stroking his son's dull hair. He looked at his son who was suffering from painful injuries and was not human, and he said softly:
"I will find a way to save you, I will definitely find it."
"Don't worry, father."
After drinking the bitter concoction, Oryx breathed a sigh of relief. As he fell asleep, he held his father's hand and whispered:
"This is the will of the Holy Light, father. These pains are tests. Soon, soon I will be inspired by the Holy Light. I am very happy. I can have a father like you. You will always be the hero in my heart.
.After I leave, father and mother will live well."
A mischievous smile flashed across Orix's skinny cheeks:
"It's better to give me another brother... I will pray for you in the heaven of holy light."
After saying that, the Baron's son could no longer resist the sleepiness rolling in his heart. He closed his eyes. After a while, a low snore sounded, and Baron Rivendell half-knelt beside his son. He spoke with a gentle voice.
He looked at his child with his eyes, and what was tumbling in his eyes was the greatest love of a father.
"You're a good boy, Oryx, and you don't deserve this."
"If the Holy Light cannot save you, then I...I will look elsewhere."
A trace of stubbornness flashed in the Baron's eyes. He lowered his head and kissed his son on the forehead. Then he stood up and adjusted his clothes in front of the dressing mirror in the bedroom. What was reflected in the mirror was the most perfect image of a nobleman, with his black eyes.
A touch of determination shone in his heart, Oryx's body could no longer hold on, and there was not much time left for him to save his son.
"My son, I will be your hero...I swear!"
The baron took one last look at his son who was sleeping on the sofa, and then strode out of the room without looking back.
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Stratholme is a beautiful city at dusk.
The warm afterglow shines on the city walls. On weekdays, at this time, the city square is always bustling with people, with the noise of children and the laughter of adults, and the food carts pushed by vendors walking around.
As one of the most prosperous cities in the entire northern Xinjiang, Stratholme has its own pride. As the hinterland city of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Stratholme has supported the entire crumbling country in the most critical moments more than once.
This city and its people should also be proud.
But today, no one lingered in the city square, and the pedestrians on the street were all in a hurry, as if if they slowed down a step, their souls would be absorbed by invisible demons.
On the city wall, the wizards of Stratholme are working hard to build a magic shield for the entire city to prevent the yellow smoke in the sky from seeping into the city.
The smoke murders in northern Stratholme have spread to Stratholme through the kingdom's communication channels. Now many people know that the smoke is poisonous. The city shrouded in poisonous fog will naturally fall into panic, but after the city guards
Under his watch, the city still has not lost order, but it is at the critical point of order and chaos. Maybe it just needs a gentle push...
"I've done everything you asked me to do."
In the basement of the "Crown Apothecary Company" in the business district, Baron Rivendell, wearing a black cloak, looked at the strange old man in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"I threw away my conscience, my vows, and my family's honor. I have done what I promised. Where is your promise?"
The Baron's voice was filled with unforgettable hatred. It was obvious that the old man in front of him was not his friend, but rather an enemy. However, there seemed to be some kind of deal between the two parties.
"Of course, Mr. Baron, without your help, those potion pots would not have been distributed so smoothly across the land, but if that's all, it's not enough..."
In the shadow of the basement, the strange old man's voice echoed, low and magnetic, like an old and old-fashioned aristocrat.
"The original deal was that you would spread fear to this land, and we would save your only son. You said the deal was completed? No, obviously not yet, there is still one last step to go!"
The old man turned around. It was a face that Baron Rivendell had never seen before, and it was not the middle-aged man who took the initiative to find him. This should be a mysterious organization with some dark ambitions, but the Baron didn't care about this.
He just wants to save his son, that's all.
"I'm not forcing you, Baron."
The old man saw the resentment in the Baron's eyes. He was not angry. On the contrary, this expression of mortal hatred and powerlessness made him feel very comfortable. He looked at the angry man in front of him with admiration. After a moment,
He said softly:
"You have stepped into our side and there is no turning back. I know that it may be difficult for you to dedicate your city to us, so I decided to give you some reward first so that you can have confidence in us.
.”
"You want a healthy, handsome heir? Do you need poor Oryx to get rid of his inner illness? You can..."
"Shua"
A piece of black crystal was thrown to the baron, who held it in his hand and heard the old man's voice ringing again in the darkness.
"Take it, you will see your son's "new life" with your own eyes, and then after that, you will bring the shadow of death to Stratholme, and when the city is completely dark, you will also receive this gift.
.”
The baron clenched the crystal in his hand tightly. He raised his head and saw that there was no one in the dark basement. The baron sighed, turned and walked out of the basement. He was not stupid, and he would not trust a group of strangers rashly, but
Three months ago, when Oryx couldn't hold on any longer, it was indeed the crystal given by these bastards that saved his son's life.
Like a drowning man falling into an endless abyss, after trying all methods, he could only cling to the life-saving straw in front of him.
And at the moment when the baron put on his hood and quietly walked out of the basement, on the deserted street in front of him, a tall war horse, carrying a young knight, came through the dusk light. In the neighing of the war horse, Al
Prince Sass stared closely at the baron in front of him. In the perception of the holy light, he could clearly feel the evil aura coming from the baron, which made the prince even more angry.
"You have failed your king, you have failed your city, you... you have failed your son!"
