Chapter 21 20. Life and Death

Some things, even if you don't want to face them, you still can't escape. This is the most difficult part of life. Face those difficult things and leave the results to fate.

Dalaran, this is the smallest country in the Human Seven Kingdoms Alliance. 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, the capital of Dalaran, is also the sacred place of mages in the human world. This white city built on the shore of Lake Lordamere uses purple as its flag and books symbolizing knowledge as its national emblem. The six most powerful mages in the human mage world act as leaders and form a council of six to rule and manage all affairs in Dalaran.

In Dalaran City, there are not only humans, but also dwarves who are more talented in casting spells than humans, shorter than dwarves, and more eccentric than murlocs, some sojourners, and finally elves, to be precise. , the high elves of Quel'Thalas.

Regarding the relationship between the high elves and human mages, we can say a little bit more. In short, on this day, a special army composed of 30 griffin riders visited Dalaran, the city of mages, and because they brought The new trend of the Wildhammer dwarves who have always lived in seclusion. Therefore, when they landed on the flying platform in Dalaran, the dwarf knight Kurdran, who was headed by the leader of the six-member council, received the support of the human archmage Antonidas. Meet in person.

This is not uncommon. Facing the menacing orcs, the Human Alliance of the Seven Kingdoms is under great pressure and urgently needs all forces that can be united. What's more, the addition of the Wildhammer dwarves will greatly enhance the air combat strength of the human alliance.

The young dragon delivered to Dalaran not long ago revealed a terrifying reality: orcs can command mighty dragons to fight. In this case, no matter how arrogant the king is, he will treat the Wildhammer dwarves differently.

While Kurdran was discussing some major issues with the council of six, another member of the team came to a certain gorgeous mage tower in Dalaran.

"Praise the sun, Lor'themar, you have finally returned safely! His Royal Highness has been looking for you for the past few days! Everyone is also very worried about you."

When Lor'themar Theron walked into the mage's tower, a high elf wearing a red robe, with long red hair, a good figure, and a beautiful face stepped forward quickly and gave him a warm hug:

"Come on! His Royal Highness is waiting for you!"

"Um"

Lor'themar, who was very haggard, nodded silently. He followed the elf mage into the mage tower. The space here is obviously different from the outside. Outside, this is 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 obtrusive at all.

This is the wonder of magic. Dalaran has dozens of towers with space magic circles 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 so cold on weekdays, at least he could feel kindness at that time. Now Lor'themar, just Like a stone without emotion.

She was a little worried about her companion's situation, so she joked:

"Look, you saved the human king, killed Zul'jin, killed the orcs, and brought back Zul'jin's head, you are already a hero of Quel'Thalas, come on, smile, our hero ..."

"swish"

Before she could finish her teasing words, Lor'themar stuck out her left hand and clasped it 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, An emotionless voice scolded:

"Shut up! Lana Thiel! Shut up!"

"Don't call me a hero! I don't deserve the word!"

This sudden emotional outburst chilled everyone around him, and Lor'themar saw the shock and panic surging in the female mage's eyes, he took a step back abruptly, and put the mage down.

"swish"

He continued to move forward indifferently, like a lunatic, an emotionless killer, while the terrified female mage stroked the wound on her neck, shouted at Lor'themar like a raging lioness :

"You...are you crazy! Bastard!"

But the indifferent figures had already disappeared into the constantly surging magic curtain in front of them.

After actually entering the inner sanctum, Lor'themar raised his head, and saw the figure sitting on the luxurious red velvet chair, frowning and reading an obscure magic book. Despite his temperament, people couldn't help but focus their eyes on him, and even the gorgeous layout around him was robbed of all the limelight by this master.

This is a born leader! A real superior!

Lor'themar took a deep breath, stepped 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 raised his head and saw Lor'themar standing there. There was a trace of undisguised and unequivocal joy in the corner of his eyes.

Kael'thas Sunstrider is the only son of the current Sun King Anasterian of Quel'Thalas, the future owner of Quel'Thalas, and the object of allegiance to Lor'themar.

Sunstrider's excellent blood flowed in his body, making him one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world at a young age. It was because of this that he was able to have a tower of his own in the magic city.

This prince has almost inherited all the advantages that elves should have. Frankly speaking, handsome, this word can no longer describe him.

With a slender and tall figure, long golden hair hanging down to his waist, as soft as the sun's rays, the golden eyebrows that are always raised are perfectly trimmed, and he also has a pair of green eyes, when he stood up At that time, three emerald 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 magic talent.

Even while walking, it was as if the scorching sun enveloped the earth. This almost perfect prince was full of a natural leadership temperament.

Facing the subordinates who had returned from a long journey, His Royal Highness did not pretend to be cold, but personally supported Lor'themar's arm, and invited him to sit opposite him with just the right enthusiasm.

The pain that surged in Lor'themar's eyes could not be concealed from the prince, and in the short magic communication before, His Royal Highness also learned something in advance.

After taking his seat, his expression became serious:

"Are you sure that Tyrion Dawnblade died in battle? He died at the hands of an orc warlord named Saurfang?"

"Um!"

Lor'themar nodded, took out two things from behind, and placed them on the gorgeous table studded with various gemstones. They were Zul'jin's head that had been preliminarily treated by the Wildhammer shaman, and Kurd's head. Lan handed him the box containing Tyrion's relics.

"The outside publicity is outrageous, Your Highness, it was not I who killed Zul'jin! It was Tyrion, and he and I saved the human king Dailin Proudmoore, and finally lured the orcs to let me survive The only person is still him, without his sacrifice, I would not be able to do this step at all."

Lor'themar said in a voice that contained anger and powerlessness:

"Please forgive me for being rude to Lana Thiel, but... I cannot accept this kind of lie!"

He looked at his prince, and the prince listened carefully to his opinion:

"Your Highness! I am not worthy of the name of a hero. This will allow me to steal his reputation. Please stop such rumors, and don't let a true hero lose the final recognition he deserves."

"I see."

Prince Kael'thas listened to everything Lor'themar described in its entirety. In the first-hand witness's description, many details were filled in. In the end, His Royal Highness also showed a hint of grief in his eyes.

His gaze didn't even rest for a second on Zul'jin's head, which would bring him great prestige, but he stretched out his hand to caress the box, and he sighed:

"Today, Quel'Thalas suffered heavy losses. It is a pity that we lost a true hero who should have risen with Quel'Thalas to become the truly great man who surrounded our motherland."

He stood up, picked up the box with his own hands, and said to Lor'themar:

"Come, come with me, Lor'themar."

"Let's go and give it to those who are truly worthy to receive it, General Lyresa and Miss Aurelia, the other two victims of this sad day, and may Tyrion's departure not will break their will and their 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 from the ashes of hatred!"

"Your Highness! I have decided to give up my 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 Ryan's departure will also make the Windrunner family a member of us..."

A flame of hatred ignited in Lor'themar's eyes, and he clenched his fists:

"We must drive the damned orcs out of this world! Only in this way can we comfort the spirit of the hero!"

"Yeah! We have to do this!"

Prince Kael'thas nodded. He also had a firm and sad face. He took a deep breath, and with a waving of his fingers, a portal leading to other places opened in front of his eyes. Holding the box containing the relics, he stepped forward with firm steps.

"Come on! Lor'themar, let us fulfill the last wish of the warrior! Instead of the warrior, let us bid farewell to his loved ones..."

"Today, the sun will set for Tyrion Dawnblade...but tomorrow, it will rise again because you and I have inherited the will of the warrior!"

"I swear...he will not die in vain! Those orcs, those barbaric invaders, they will definitely pay the price!"