Chapter 98 Or a Hero!

Anduin, Bolvar, Duke, the combination of these three is very interesting. In Ryan's view, this is a typical loyal, important, and good minister. However, it is such a magical combination that gives unanimous advice.

Ryan nodded involuntarily...

right! Since there is no way out, why not fight to the death?

Recalling all this, Ryan suddenly realized: "Yes! I was cowardly! I was intimidated by Sargeras. But I swear, this is the last time I am cowardly in my life!"

Ryan's fingers pinched hard on the railing of the balcony. He was so hard that he seemed to want to pinch five fingerprints out of the white jade railing.

The queen smiled, smiling brightly, and she pointed lightly behind Ryan. Ryan looked back, and suddenly saw Varian hiding next to the pillar at the balcony door.

"Ryan, that's right. A king should pass on his courage and virtue to the next king."

The king and queen waved together, calling the present little prince and the future King Varian Wrynn over.

Ryan hugged the young Varian: "Son, I want to tell you a story about courage..."

Ryan told Varian who didn't understand what happened not long ago. You know, Varian admired Anduin very much, so Varian asked curiously: "Father, why did Uncle Lothar and Brother Marcus go to risk their lives instead of you?"

Ryan was slightly stunned, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face: "My child, in this world, everyone has their own responsibilities. There is a kind of person who shoulders the future of tens of thousands of citizens, and wants to protect the lives and property of the citizens." Responsible for safety, looking for hope and salvation for the people, this kind of person is a nobleman, and the apex of the nobleman is the king."

Little Varian said in a childish voice, "Father, you are the king."

"Yes! There is another kind of people who will stand up when the whole world is in danger, and fight against evil with a weak force. Most of them will fail and die miserably. But there will always be a small number of people who will miraculously Therefore, everyone will call these people who combine courage, wisdom and luck-heroes!"

There was hope in Little Varian's eyes: "Then... is Uncle Lothar a hero?"

Ryan hugged Varian tightly, with tears in his eyes, he said emotionally: "I don't know, but every inch of my heart is praying for your Uncle Lothar, I hope Lothar became a hero and returned in triumph. If he can succeed, even if I, the king, are hidden under the glory of his hero, I am willing!"

At the same time, in the Twilight Forest, a group of cavalry was advancing relatively quickly.

The Twilight Forest is different from any other forest. The strange mist that lingers over the forest all the year round makes the whole forest feel like an eternal night. Sunlight can hardly penetrate the treetops and fall to the ground, so most of the time, the visibility of the forest is extremely poor, and even pedestrians walking in the forest are better off with a torch.

In this case, galloping the horse would be death, and the group of people just let the horse trot.

Lothar, the leader, raised his right fist, and the cavalry immediately pulled up the reins of the horse and raised the horse's head. Since the horse was not running fast, the entire deceleration process was completed in two or three steps.

"Take a break!" Lothar ordered, he jumped off the horse briskly, handed the horse to his followers, and walked to the rear of the team.

Almost at the end of the line, he saw Duke with a toothache.

"Hey, my little hero, with your current appearance, it is difficult for me to associate with that young hero who is generous in the meeting hall and does not change his face in the face of death!"

Duke grinned.

What can he do, a time traveler, a college animal who grew up in the city, what chance does he have to ride a horse? Even after he traveled through time, he still found time to learn it. But short-term training and long-distance raids on horseback are completely different things.

Horses are living beings, even if the horses have shock-absorbing muscles on their backs, they are still not comparable to cars with shock-absorbing springs driving on smooth roads. That kind of turbulence, that kind of continuous running, made Duke's internal organs seem to be displaced.

Not an exaggeration, on the first day, even last night's dinner was almost vomited out by Duke.

In just two days, he crossed the nearly 300-kilometer forest path in the entire Elwynn Forest and entered the Twilight Forest. You know, this is not a modern highway before crossing. Many trails are not even counted as dirt roads, they are trails that only hunters would walk.

At least five horses broke their legs and had to be abandoned. Two cavalrymen also nearly broke their necks.

The only luck is that after entering the Twilight Forest, the speed of the horse slowed down, so that Duke could breathe a sigh of relief.

Facing Lothar's inquiry, Duke gasped for breath, and stared at Lothar fiercely.

"You bastard, laugh if you want. Don't give me a chance to laugh back."

Lothar smiled and almost lifted Duke off the horse.

Lothar's elite soldiers were busy with each other in an orderly manner, either arranging sentry, or feeding the horses, or forming a circle vigilantly, taking out the kettle and sipping in small sips.

Of course, many people looked at them with strange eyes.

Because this combination is too rare.

A knight, a mage, and a female half-orc, no matter how many times I see this combination, I feel weird.

"Human, you are too weak. In the tribe, you are so weak that you are not even worthy of being a hard worker." Garona said mercilessly.

This strange half-orc woman is straight, and it would be a sarcasm to say it in someone else's mouth. But she just took it for granted.

Duke had to lament the magic of fate. Sure enough, after some exchanges, Ryan and Lothar readily chose to accept Garona just like in the "history". After asking a lot about the orc tribe, they agreed to let this powerful female orc who is familiar with Karazhan's terrain join the 'strike force'.

Duke gave Garona a white look: "Please, most of our human mages are like this."

In fact, Duke wants to say that the Mages here are all pampered.

Unfortunately, Garona gave Duke a knowing blow. She showed a puzzled expression: "But we orcs, whether we are warlocks or shamans, are much stronger than you."

Duke sighed. Sure enough, the style of painting was different, and the brainwaves could not overlap!

But after this time, if I don't need to become a ghoul, I really have to consider exercising. All the famous women in Azeroth must be better than the other. The body is too weak, I really can't afford it!

Lothar suddenly asked in a low voice: "What do you think is our chance of defeating Sargeras?"

Duke held up two fingers, not a 'V' for victory, but...

"20%, this is based on the premise that the soul of your old friend Medivh has not been completely annihilated."