On the same night, in the private room of the Magic Hotel in New Dalaran City, the hooded Archmage and Queen Jaina of the Kingdom of Lordaeron gently opened the door of the private room and saw at a glance that she was holding a
A black and white kitten, the great warlock Kel'Thuzad was resting with his eyes closed.
That is her senior brother, another member of the current six-member Dalaran Council, and the current leader and representative of the warlock community in Azeroth.
"It's really strange, Brother Kel'Thuzad."
Jaina took off her hood and sat generously on the other side of the table. She glanced at the sleepy wizard cat Mr. Bigworth in her senior brother's arms, then raised her head and looked at her senior brother.
He said with a smile:
"If I remember correctly, this is probably the first time you have invited me to dinner... Unfortunately, I am already married to Alsace. Otherwise, with my senior brother's appearance and temperament, I would not be unable to date you.
..”
Faced with this intimate joke, the great warlock opened his eyes and looked at the little junior sister in front of him with a strange look. He said in a hoarse voice:
"Since you got married, Anna, your character has become more and more generous, but unfortunately, I have already married a magician as my wife. Otherwise, with my status and temperament as a junior sister, I would not be able to let myself pursue you.
Fan."
This rare joke made both of them smile, but after a few seconds, the Grand Warlock's expression turned serious. He placed a simple ring engraved with the violet Kirin Tor emblem on the table.
, and then pushed it to Gianna.
When the latter saw the ring, the smile in his eyes immediately disappeared, replaced by a touch of sadness and a touch of nostalgia.
"This is...the mentor's ring."
Jaina held the ring tightly in her hand and looked at Kel'Thuzad:
"Where did you find it?"
"I didn't find it, Anna."
Kel'Thuzad stroked his cat with a normal expression and said softly:
"It was given to me by another person...you also know that person."
"Tyrion, right?"
Jaina looked at the ring in her hand, and her voice became cold:
"Senior brother, I thought you hated those undead souls just like me..."
"You and I have never been the same, Anna."
The great warlock replied without any fuss:
"I will not be blinded by hatred, but in your situation, the hatred brought by blood is inevitable. But when Tyrion handed the ring to me, he asked me to tell you something..."
"Whether you are willing to accept it or not, you, Arthas, Varian, you, the trendsetters who will support the next era of the empire, are all legends created by him... and you want to avenge your father,
If you want to avenge the people who died under the ravages of the undead... you are not qualified now."
"This ring contains all the inheritance that the mentor wanted to pass on to you before his death and left to Dalaran... Now, the property returns to its original owner, Anna!"
The great warlock stood up, looked at his silent junior sister, and said softly:
"This ring contains your destiny, the whereabouts of a legendary weapon that can only be used by you. This is given to you by Tyrion... Do you understand? You thought you were rid of him, but you never did.
, he is still shaping your future in his own way...Believe me, one day..."
"You who truly reach the extreme will become his warriors willingly..."
"I won't!"
Jaina raised her head, her beautiful eyes full of anger and a touch of stubbornness belonging to the daughter of the sea:
"I never would!"
"Oh? Really?"
Kel'Thuzad had a smile on his face:
"The oath is so firm, but it's a pity that you are so fragile in the face of instinctive hatred. As for your future, let us... wait and see."
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"I'm not going!"
On the top platform of the Black Temple, the children who had been urgently recalled from Pandaria were standing here quietly. Under their worried gazes, little Anduin was clenching his fists and facing the stairs, sitting on the iron
Tyrion roared on the throne like an enraged lion cub.
This child, who had always been a gentle person, was really furious at this moment. It was obvious that Anduin was extremely resistant to Tyrion's request.
"I'm not going to join the Scarlet Crusade, I'm not going!"
Anduin blushed and shouted:
"I like the Federation, and I like playing with Dornan and the others. My mother is here, and I don't want to go anywhere else! When you made your decision, you didn't even ask for my opinion! Let your machinations go to hell.
, I won’t go!”
Dornan, who was standing aside, was also a little angry. She opened her mouth to say something, but Taelia held her shoulders down beside her. The warrior girl shook her head at Dornan and signaled her to stop talking.
Taliyah looked at Tyrion who was sitting on the throne, and she saw a hint of determination on the face of the great lord... And at this moment that concerned Anduin's fate, Queen Tiffany, who had always loved him, did not come forward.
, this means that this decision was not made by the great lord alone, and Queen Tiffany must also support this decision.
Anduin's resistance is destined to fail...
He can only accept his fate...
In the face of Anduin's roar, Tyrion seemed very calm. As Tyria thought, let Anduin join the Scarlet Crusade and then become the national symbol of the soon-to-be-established Order of the Silver Dawn. This is Tyria's idea.
After thinking about it for nearly half a month, Queen Fanny also chose to support the decision.
What mother doesn’t want her child to have a great career?
Especially since Anduin still has the blood of a destined king flowing through his body, his life is destined to never be truly dull.
After Anduin's roar ended, the child stared at his adoptive father with a vicious look... That look reminded Tyrion of the Varian he had seen in Draenor. When the father and son were angry,
The expressions are really the same.
"My child..."
Tyrion spoke, his voice low and hoarse, just like the wind blowing on the platform.
"When you were born, the entire forest of Stormwind Kingdom was calling your name... Anduin Wrynn."
"Although you are not my child, I have been paying attention to you since before you were born. You are talented and destined to do a great career. But in the dark tide that I personally set off to destroy the old order,
I am proud to watch you grow up day by day, I train you in my own way, and watch you become the embodiment of the will of the Holy Light and a practitioner of the right path."
"You must remember that you are a descendant of the Wrynn family. Your ancestors have been ruling their kingdom with wisdom and strength, but you must also remember that the glory brought by blood is not true glory. You once told me
, you want to be like me, but kid, this is not enough..."
"The old order has been destroyed, and my mission as a wildfire that burns everything is about to end, and you are destined to be the spokesperson of the new order that bursts out of the ashes. You have to build a perfect era with your own hands... It's not just you,
And you!"
The high lord's eyes fell on his adopted daughters. The serious and heavy eyes made Dornan a little afraid. Taelia beside her straightened her body, while Vanessa nodded thoughtfully.
Nodding, Salandia, who was hiding behind the children, had always been afraid of Tyrion, but at this moment, she bravely raised her head and looked directly into the eyes of the great lord.
This most silent high elf girl is actually not stupid. She has always known that Tyrion has his own arrangements for their destiny.
"I represent despair, and you represent hope. I cultivate you and give you because of my burning ambition... What I want, I will get it myself instead of placing my hope on a group of children, so
...I hope you understand."
"You have to do the right thing. You must do the right thing. This world is destined to belong to you, and we... are destined to be forgotten."
"Anduin!"
Tyrion's voice became deeper. He stood up, stood in front of the throne, looked at the angry child below, and said:
"The concept of the Scarlet Crusade is very dangerous. Those hundreds of thousands of people are about to enter the desperate situation of ultimate self-destruction under the wrong guidance of their own will. Those are your compatriots, and you have the ability to save them and lead them."
"You don't want to see the whole world bleeding under stupid hatred. If you like the Federation, then you have to reach out to protect it! Protect this beautiful order. Now, I will put this opportunity of protection in front of you.
,Child, tell me, will you refuse?"
Anduin wanted to retort, but Tyrion waved his hand and continued:
"You also know that your father is making a very dangerous reform. In the entire human empire, he can't find any helpers at all. He is like walking on the tip of a knife, and may be shattered to pieces at any time. And now, I have put this
The opportunity to support your father is placed in front of you, son, tell me, will you refuse?"
"You are familiar with Lothar's story. You know that the great hero who can be called your grandfather sacrificed everything he had and begged me to give the human empire a last chance. You think he is a real hero. You
My father Varian inherited Lothar's forge ahead, but who will inherit Lothar's desire to protect the people? Now, I put this opportunity to become a hero in front of you, my child, tell me, will you refuse?"
"The pure holy light of your faith tells you every day that to arouse the hope and courage in the hearts of the people, that is the truly great act. Now, I put this opportunity to lead the people in front of you, my child, tell me, you
Will you refuse?"
"You grew up in the Federation. You know how precious and beautiful the most important freedom and dignity are for a human being. You long for all creatures in the world to grow up in such an environment and enjoy a life like you.
The most basic power, now, I put the opportunity in front of you to change the world and eliminate hatred...Child, tell me, will you refuse?"
These questions made Anduin unable to vent the childish anger in his heart. In the midst of these questions, Tyrion stepped down from the throne step by step. Finally, he stood with his head lowered.
In front of Anduin, he stretched out his hand, stroked Anduin's golden hair, and said softly:
"You will also inherit my will, my child... This is what I want you to do, use everything I teach you to change the world for the better... My blade is too dangerous for this world.
It’s gone, and your extended hands will make it even better.”
"This is something only you can do, and I, I beg you to be a hero now... Tell me, Anduin, will you refuse my plea?"
Anduin raised his head. The child's eyes had turned red under the heavy pressure. He looked at Tyrion with some anxiety, and saw the rare sparkle in the high lord's usually calm and cold ice-blue eyes.
Gentle, the little prince clenched his fists and sobbed as if crying:
"But I...I'm afraid...I've never done such an important thing..."
"If I fail, if I let you down..."
"How could you let me down? Silly boy."
Tyrion knelt on one knee and reached out to help Anduin wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He waved his hand, and Alleria, holding a box, slowly walked out of the shadows next to her. The Blood Matron looked at her lovingly.
Anduin kissed him on the forehead, and on the other side, Queen Tiffany, whose eyes were also sour, walked to her son holding a set of golden armor inlaid with gems.
"It's like the tradition of the Arathor Empire..."
Tyrion stood up, opened the wooden box in the Blood Matron's hand, and took out a strange double-edged sword from it. This sword was just like Taliyah's Wind Chaser sword, with swords on both sides.
The blade is divided, one side has an extremely long blade, the other has a dagger-like blade, and where the two blades come together, there is a semicircular annular hollow, like a strange decoration.
A guard with spikes extends under the blade, and on the hilt, there is a diamond-shaped gem.
"When his son goes off to war, his father will give him the best blessings."
Tyrion held the alien sword flat in front of Anduin, and he said softly:
"Although you are not my son, I hope I can have a son like you. Your uncle Dailin conquered 17 Naga cities to find a suitable gift for your early adult ceremony. And now, I
I give you this magical blade of the Highborne. I give you my courage. Pick up this sword and fight! Anduin."
"You will never let me down..."
Anduin pursed his lips. He glanced at his mother. Queen Tiffany showed him an encouraging smile. Then the little prince stretched out his hand and held the heavy sharp blade in his hand. He had been blessed with dragon blood essence since he was a child.
The extraordinary power bestowed upon Anduin allowed Anduin to easily hold the sword in his hand. He raised the sword, and between the flashes of holy light, in the circle of the sword's closed double-edged blades, there was a gleam of holy light.
It began to spread on the sword body.
"Very good, it likes you."
Tyrion nodded with satisfaction and took a step back. The high lord looked at Anduin in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"When we are not with you, Salamani will protect you, just like we protect you, Anduin Wrynn, in the name of Tyrion Blade of Dawn, the great lord of the dead world,
I declare that death... will be far away from you!"
The power belonging to Tyrion flashed across Anduin's body, and a special sign of the dead realm was engraved on Anduin's soul, allowing him to be gathered together completely when he suffered a fatal accident.
The soul only needs a little treatment before the soul can return to the body.
This means that apart from time, no other force can take away Anduin's life. This is also Tyrion's last blessing to the child.
Like an eagle about to flap its wings and soar into the sky...he is about to start his own legendary story.
But before leaving, Anduin had one last question:
"Father..."
This was the first time Anduin called Tyrion this way. This made the high lord stunned for a moment, but then he showed a touch of gentleness. He looked at Anduin, waiting for Anduin's question. The little prince frowned.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, he looked at Tyrion:
"What if someone bullies me over there? What if they are not convinced by me? What if they question me? What if they are unwilling to listen to my teachings? You said they have gone astray, so how should I persuade them?
?How should I lead them?"
This question made the great lord laugh. He tilted his head, looked at his adopted son, and then waved his fist:
