In the garden of the Palace of Lordaeron, a sixteen-year-old boy was sweating heartily, naked to the waist and concentrating on practicing swordsmanship.
Unlike many teenagers who practice with wooden swords, what he holds in his hand is a real iron sword.
Although it is difficult for him to dance smoothly at his age, he still perseveres. He has always regarded himself as an ordinary child, because he knows that for the sake of his country, he must be strong, even though there is no one around him.
People have been harsh on him.
The sun shone on his body, and the fine beads of sweat made him look like he was coated with oil. Although his muscles were still under development, he could still be seen to be very strong.
While he was exercising himself, a much smaller boy ran over quickly.
"Varian, I knew you were here. You still have time to practice your sword, and you missed the excitement ahead."
Hearing the noise from the children who came in later, young Varian put down his sword and grabbed a handful of long brown-black hair.
"Alsace, is there another war report coming from the south? Where has our army recovered?"
The life of being dependent on others was not a good one, but thanks to the presence of a prince in the palace of Lordaeron who was six years younger than him, and Arthas' lively and out-of-the-box character, Varian's life was not so gloomy.
"That's not true. Didn't Marshal Lothar say before that this will be the final battle with the orcs? If the news comes, the war will probably be over."
After hearing this answer, Varian was a little disappointed, picked up the sword again and extended an invitation to Arthas.
"Arthas, you can also take a wooden sword and practice with me. The orcs' siege of Lordaeron a week ago reminded me of my hometown. I really hate myself for being weak and unable to go to the battlefield to fight the orcs!
"
Varian's words convinced Arthas that the battle situation a week ago was indeed dangerous, and his father went to direct the battle himself.
Although he was only ten years old, Arthas believed that he would never forget what Varian was like when he first came to Lordaeron two years ago. At that time, Varian had a solemn expression all the time and often woke up at night.
The situation did not improve until two months later.
Arthas nodded and turned around to find his wooden sword, but it suddenly occurred to him that he clearly had something to tell Varian.
"You must change the subject. I mean something new happened earlier. My father met a group of trolls!"
Varian was about to swing his sword, but because of Alsace's words, Varian almost dodged his back, but Varian obviously couldn't care less.
"His Majesty Terenas received a group of trolls?!"
Varian has never seen a troll, but he has heard many legends about trolls from Lothar. For example, they are crude and savage, dirty and ugly, and have horrible customs of cannibalism. What happened to King Terenas?
Would you meet such a guy?
"Are they the Amani trolls wreaking havoc in the East Weald?"
Varian has not always been blind to the outside world. He is familiar with the details of the war and knows that the orcs have united with Amani to deal with the Alliance.
It was Alsace's turn to be proud.
"No, if it's those dirty trolls, it's nothing new.
These trolls come from the sea. What are they called...Zandalari trolls? Not only are they not dirty at all, they are also very beautifully dressed. They also understand our language. I saw them at the side door.
And I also heard that they are here to help us deal with the enemy!"
This really piqued Varian's curiosity. What would a civilized troll who could speak Common Language look like on their side?
"Are they still in front now?"
Arthas shook his head.
"The meeting is over, but they did not leave Lordaeron. They were arranged by their father in the pavilion next to the palace. Do you want to go out and have a look?
If you want to go see it, I suggest you do it from a distance. After all, we still don’t know if they will eat children like the legend says.”
Varian was very happy to be praised by Arthas. Although the relationship between the two children was very good, sometimes Varian really felt that the other child was a child after all, and many of his ideas were too childish, and he had no common language with him.
This is Lordaeron. Even if these trolls really have such bad habits, how can His Majesty Terenas tolerate their misbehavior?
However, Varian didn't tell Arthas these things. He was only ten years old, so even if he told him, he wouldn't be able to explain it.
Putting down the sword in his hand, Varian decided to take a shower in the house and change into clean clothes. As for whether he wanted to see those special trolls, he would think about it later.
After Marshal Lothar left Lordaeron with his troops, the person who assumed the responsibility of his guardian became Archbishop Alonsos Faol.
In the beginning, the archbishop was very kind and tolerant towards him, but in the past six months, Varian found that the archbishop was becoming more and more strict with him. Although his attitude was still as kind and kind as ever, now even when he goes out alone, he will be greeted by others.
A sincere rebuke.
Although Faol never said a harsh word to Varian, Varian was always overwhelmed by the fact that such a respected elder would spend half an hour or even longer trying to persuade him.
But these were no match for the young man's heart. Varian actually hesitated for ten minutes before changing into clean and simple clothes and sneaking out of the palace.
Having lived in Lordaeron for two years, Varian certainly knew where the hostel for foreigners was.
In Varian's mind, he had no concept of trolls. He only learned about trolls from Lothar's mouth, so Varian put the image of the orcs he hated most on the trolls.
body, and then processed it in an extremely twisted and ferocious manner, and it became the image of a troll in his heart.
So Varian really couldn't imagine what the monster in his heart would look like if he put on beautiful clothes.
Varian was also lucky. When he arrived near Guanyi, he happened to see Niebuhr negotiating with the management of Guanyi.
Normally Varian would not be able to see these outsiders, and Terenas would never allow trolls to roam freely on the streets, which would inevitably cause panic among the people.
The trolls couldn't get out of the hotel, and it was impossible for Varian to enter the hotel. It could only be said that by chance, he met Niebuhr talking to the administrator at the door.
Now Niebuhr can communicate in Common Language almost without any problem. Although he knows that he cannot go out casually, Niebuhr is really full of curiosity about human society.
In fact, not only Niebuhr was curious, but all the trolls were curious, what kind of society could produce such an amazing person as a teacher/protector?
But he couldn't go out. After stressing the discipline again, Niebuhr came up with a compromise plan. That was to entrust the management staff to help buy some goods from the Lordaeron market to open everyone's eyes.
Niebuhr's plan was unanimously approved by everyone, and then they started to collect money in twos and threes.
As Tanaris' gold production increases, everyone gradually has money in their hands.
The Hanhai Governor established a food standard for soldiers of 5 silver coins for each meal, and 8 silver coins for each meal during wartime. The standard was uniform for Niebuhr and Bled and for ordinary soldiers.
The sand trolls who are accustomed to being hungry for a long time started to eat with a vengeance. However, as time went by, they subconsciously started to be frugal. Many times, they could not spend so much on each meal. Basically, their monthly meal expenses would be as much as
There is a surplus.
After discussion, everyone decided to use the money to improve food at the end of each month, or distribute it evenly as pocket money. So now, almost each of these soldiers has three to five gold coins in their pockets.
When Niebuhr came to the manager with the money he had collected, the manager was scared at first. But when he saw Niebuhr talking to him in fluent common language, expressing his request and then taking out the money, the manager finally
Not so nervous anymore.
After hesitantly taking the money, the manager said that the matter needed to be reported to his superiors. Niebuhr nodded to express his understanding, turned around and returned to the hotel.
All this was seen by Varian in the distance. After seeing Niebuhr's appearance clearly, he first said to himself:
'So this is what trolls look like.'
Then Varian felt extremely disappointed, because Niebuhr's image was far from the monster in his mind. But then he saw Niebuhr talking politely to the management staff, and seemed to take out some more money. Varian
A second thought came to mind:
"It seems that there is not much difference between trolls and humans. Why are trolls so scary in Marshal Lothar's mouth?"
Niebuhr returned to the station and disappeared from Varian's sight. The young prince realized that there was no need to stay here anymore, so he turned around with three parts of disappointment, five parts of doubt and two parts of thinking.
Go back.
But at this moment, a vague figure appeared behind Varian, reaching out his hands to grab the back of Varian's neck!