Chapter 875 74. Destiny (Part 2)

On the same night, in the box of the Magic Hotel in New Dalaran City, the hooded archmage, Queen Jaina of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, gently pushed open the door of the box, and saw at a glance holding A black and white kitten, the great magician Kel'Thuzad resting with his eyes closed.

That is her senior brother, another member of the Dalaran Council of Six, and the current leader and representative of Azeroth's warlock community.

"It's really strange, Senior Brother Kel'Thuzad."

Jaina took off her hood and sat down on the other side of the table. She glanced at the drowsy wizard cat Mr. Bigworth in her brother's arms, then looked up at her brother, she laughed and said:

"If I remember correctly, this is probably the first time you have taken the initiative to invite me to dinner...Unfortunately, I am already married to Alsace, otherwise, with my senior brother's appearance and temperament, it is not impossible for me to date you. ..”

Faced with this intimate joke, the great magician opened his eyes, looked at the little junior sister in front of him with an unbelievable look, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Since you got married, Anna, your character has become more and more generous, but it's a pity that I have already married Magic as my wife. Otherwise, with my status and temperament as a junior sister, I wouldn't be able to let myself pursue you all the time." fan."

This rare joke made both of them smile, but after a few seconds, the Grand Warlock's expression turned serious, and he placed a simple ring carved with the symbol of the violet Kirin Tor on the table. , and pushed it to Jaina.

When the latter saw the ring, the smile in his eyes immediately dissipated, replaced by a touch of sadness and nostalgia.

"This is... the Ring of the Mentor."

Jaina held the ring tightly in her hand, and she 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:

"Brother, I thought that you, like me, hate those undead..."

"I was never like you, Anna."

The great warlock replied without a trace of fireworks:

"I will not be blinded by hatred, but because of 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 want to accept it or not, you, Arthas, Varian, you guys who are going to support the next era of the empire are all legends created by him... and you want to avenge your father, 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 hand over to you before he died, and left it to Dalaran... Now, it will be returned to the original owner, and Anna!"

The great magician stood up, looked at his silent junior sister, and said softly:

"In this ring is your destiny, the whereabouts of a legendary weapon that can only be wielded by you, it was given to you by Tyrion... Do you understand? You thought you were rid of him, but you never were , he is still shaping your future in his own way... Believe me, one day..."

"Those of you who have really gone to the extreme will willingly become his fighters..."

"I won't!"

Jaina raised her head, her beautiful eyes were full of anger and stubbornness that belonged to the daughter of the sea:

"I will never!"

"Oh, is it so?"

A smile appeared on Kel'Thuzad's face:

"The oath is so firm, but it's a pity that you are so fragile in the face of instinctive hatred. Regarding your future, let us... wait and see."

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"I dont go!"

On the top platform of the Dark Temple, the children who were urgently recalled from Pandaria stood here quietly. Under their worried gazes, little Anduin was clenching his fists, facing the steps, sitting on the iron Tyrion growled from his throne like a lion cub enraged.

This usually mild-mannered child really blew his hair at this moment. It could be seen 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 loudly:

"I like the Federation, I like to play with Dornan and the others, my mother is here, I don't go anywhere else! When you made a decision, you never asked my opinion! Let your conspiracy die ,I dont go!"

Dornan, who was standing on the side, was also a little angry. She opened her mouth to say something, but Talia held her shoulders beside her. The warrior girl shook her head at Dornan, motioning her not to speak.

Taelia looked at Tyrion, who was sitting on the throne, and she saw a trace of determination on the face of the great lord... and at this moment concerning Anduin's fate, Queen Tiffany, who has always loved him, did not show up , which means that this decision was not made by the great lord alone, and Queen Tiffany must also support this decision.

Anduin's resistance is doomed to fail...

He can only accept his fate...

Facing Anduin's roar, Tyrion seemed very calm, just as Taelia thought, let Anduin join the Scarlet Crusade, and then become the national symbol of the Argent Dawn Order that is about to be established. After thinking about it for nearly half a month, Queen Fanny also chose to support the decision.

Which mother doesn't want her child to make a big career?

In particular, Anduin still has the blood of a king who is destined to be born, and his life is destined not to be truly ordinary.

And after Anduin's roar was over, the child stared at his adoptive father with vicious eyes... That kind of eyes reminded Tyrion of Varian he had seen in Draenor, when the father and son were angry The expressions are really in the same line.

"my child..."

Tyrion spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, 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 before you were born. You are talented and destined to do a great job. In the dark tide that destroyed the old order that I set off with my own hands, I am proud to watch you grow up day by day, I cultivate you in my own way, and watch you become the embodiment of the will of the Holy Light and the practitioner of the correct path."

"You have to remember that you are a descendant of the Wrynn family, and your ancestors have always ruled their kingdom with wisdom and strength, but you also have to remember that the glory brought by blood is not real glory, you once told me , you want to be like me, but boy, that's not enough..."

"The old order is broken, and my mission as the wildfire that burns everything is coming to an end, and you, destined to be the spokesperson of the new order that will burst from the ashes, will build a perfect era with your own hands...not just you, And you!"

The great lord's eyes fell on his adopted daughters. The serious and heavy eyes made Dornan a little afraid, but Taelia beside her straightened her body, and Vanessa nodded thoughtfully. Nodding, Sarantia, 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 high lord.

This most silent high elf girl is actually not stupid, she has always known that Tyrion has her own arrangements for their fate.

"I, represent despair, and you, represent hope, I cultivate you, and give you burning ambition... What I want, I will take it myself, instead of pinning my hopes 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, and he stood before the throne, looking down at the angry child, and said:

"The idea 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. They are your compatriots, and you have the ability to save them and lead them."

"You don't want to see the whole world bleed under stupid hatred. You like the Commonwealth, so you have to protect it! Protect this beautiful order, and now, I put this chance of protection in front of you , child, tell me, will you refuse?"

Anduin tried 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 helpers at all. He seems to be walking on the tip of a knife, and he may be smashed to pieces at any time. Now, I put this The opportunity to support your father is before you, tell me, boy, will you say no?"

"You are familiar with Lothar's story, you know, the great hero who can be called your grandfather sacrificed everything, begged me to give the human empire the last chance, you think he is the real hero, you His father, Varian, inherited Lothar's determination to 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, son, tell me, will you refuse?"

"The pure light of your faith tells you every day that it is truly great to call forth hope and courage within your people, and now I offer you this opportunity to lead my people, boy, tell me you Will you refuse?"

"You grew up in the Commonwealth, you know how precious and beautiful the most important freedom and dignity of being a human being are, and you hope that all creatures in the world can grow up in such an environment and enjoy a life like you The most basic power, now, I give you the opportunity to change the world and eliminate hatred...Son, tell me, will you refuse?"

This questioning made Anduin unable to vent the anger that belonged to the child in his heart, and amidst the questioning, Tyrion stepped down from the throne step by step. In the end, he stood with his head bowed. In front of Anduin's eyes, 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 have taught you, to change the world for the better... My blade is too dangerous for this world and your hands will make it even better."

"This is something only you can do, and I, I beg you now to be a hero... Tell me, Anduin, will you refuse my plea?"

Anduin raised his head, the child's eye sockets had turned red under the heavy pressure, he looked at Tyrion with some anxiety, and saw the rare glint in the ice blue eyes of the high lord who had always been calm and indifferent. Gentle, the little prince clenched his fists and sobbed like weeping:

"But I...I'm afraid...I haven't done something so important..."

"If I fail, if I let you down..."

"How can you let me down, silly boy."

Tyrion knelt on the ground 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, who was holding a box, slowly walked out from the shadow beside her. Anduin kissed his forehead, and on the other side, Queen Tiffany, who also had sore eyes, walked to her son holding a set of golden armor inlaid with jewels.

"It's like the tradition of the Arathor Empire..."

Tyrion stood up, opened the wooden box in the hand of the Blood Mistress, and took out a strangely shaped double-edged sword from it. This sword was like Taelia's long sword of the Windchaser, with swords on both sides The blades are separated, one blade is extremely long, and the other blade is like a dagger, and where the two blades meet, there is a semicircular ring-shaped hollow, like a weird decoration.

A gauntlet with spikes extends under the blade, and on the hilt, there is a diamond-shaped gemstone.

"A father bestows his best wishes on his son when he goes off to war."

Tyrion held the strange-shaped long sword flat in front of Anduin's eyes, and he said softly:

"Although you are not my son, I hope I can have a son like you. Your Uncle Dailin broke through 17 Naga cities to find a suitable gift for your coming-of-age ceremony in advance. Now, I put I give you the magic blade of the Highborne, and I give you my courage, take this sword, and fight, Anduin."

"You never let me down..."

Anduin pursed his lips. He glanced at his mother. Queen Tiffany showed him an encouraging smile, so the little prince stretched out his hand and held this heavy sharp blade in his hand. The extraordinary power bestowed made Anduin easily hold the sword in his hand. He raised the long sword. Between the flashes of the holy light, in the ring of the sword's double-edged edges, there was a touch of the brilliance of the holy light. It began to spread on the sword body.

"Very well, it likes you."

Tyrion nodded in satisfaction, he took a step back, the great lord looked at Anduin in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"When we are not by your side, Salamani will protect you, just like we protect you, Anduin Wrynn, in the name of Tyrion Dawnblade, the great lord of the dead, I declare that death... will stay away from you!"

The power belonging to Tyrion flickered on Anduin's body, and a special Beacon of the Dead was engraved on Anduin's soul, so that he could be gathered up completely when he suffered a fatal accident. The soul, with just a little treatment, the soul can be returned to the body.

This means that, apart from time, there is no other force that can take away Anduin's life. This is also Tyrion's last blessing to the child.

Like a young eagle that is about to flap its wings and soar into the sky...he is about to start his own legendary story.

But before leaving, Anduin has one last question:

"Father..."

This is the first time Anduin called Tyrion like this, which made the great lord startled for a moment, but then, he showed a touch of gentleness, he looked at Anduin, waiting for Anduin's question, the little prince frowned. Frowning, after thinking for a moment, he looked at Tyrion:

"What if someone bullies me over there? What if they don't agree with me? What if they question me? What if they don't want to listen to my teaching? You said, they have all gone astray, so how can I persuade them ? How should I lead them?"

This question made the great lord laugh out loud. He tilted his head, looked at his adopted son, and then waved his fist:

"It's easy..."

"If they don't accept it, beat them!"