"Danas is still alive-?!"
Solas jumped up like a spring. After he mentioned this possibility, he quickly denied it.
"No...impossible, more than ten years have passed. If Danas was still alive, he should have come back long ago..."
Solas fell back to his throne. He had also placed unlimited high hopes on his nephew, but when Danas decisively joined the Alliance expeditionary force and went deep into the enemy's world, he was never heard from again. .
Everyone respects and commemorates the members of the Alliance Expeditionary Force as heroes. They also know that in the enemy's world, the Alliance Expeditionary Force, which lacks supplies and is isolated, is undoubtedly in danger.
In the first year, Solas was still looking forward to his nephew's return victorious, but when the Dark Portal suddenly closed inexplicably, all hope turned into despair.
The Alliance lost countless warriors and heroes, and Solas also lost a relative.
During Danaus's expedition to Draenor, Garin was still a teenager. Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, Garin would be so depraved that he wanted the life of an old man like him...
Solas looked at the unconscious Garin, with mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't know why his child wanted the throne of Stromgarde so eagerly, and thus made such a big mistake.
He also knew that Garin would no longer be the heir to Stromgarde, otherwise, Arthas would not tolerate such a rebellious existence after Thoras's death.
Alsace now respects Soras' identity and calls him uncle. He treats Soras as a friend of his father's generation. However, if Soras still wants Garin to be the crown prince, this call of uncle may not be enough. Can't afford it.
"The Dark Portal suddenly closed for some reason. This is a fact that everyone knows, but this does not mean that all members of the Alliance Expeditionary Force died in Draenor.
It should be said that we did feel sorry for them, because we made them endure and wait for more than ten years in that broken and barbaric world. They have been watching for us for such a long time. Now, it is our turn to take them home. . "
Arthas sincerely spoke about the current situation on the other side of the Dark Portal, "Uncle Solas, I implore you to join the Alliance again. This has nothing to do with ambition and power, but we need to unite every force to deal with the future." Crisis and difficulties.
You should have heard about the great battle in Kalimdor. The Alliance and the ancient night elves paid a considerable price to fight against the Burning Legion, but our enemies will not stop their plots because of our weakness. "
"Are you sure your information is accurate?"
Solas was silent for a long time. After all, he couldn't let go of Danas's expedition to Draenor. "Have you thought clearly? If the Dark Portal opens and the enemy invades our world again, not only Danas and his team will lose all their efforts." It’s all in vain, and you’ll also suffer from infamy.”
"Uncle Thoras, what if I say that even if we don't open the Dark Portal, one day in the future, the Burning Legion will reopen this astral portal? Their real purpose is to destroy Azeroth, and Orcs are nothing more than pawns and wretches bewitched by demons."
Arthas paused for half a second, and then said solemnly to Solas, "And as long as there is hope, we must not give up."
"hope……"
Solas repeated the word, like a child learning the word for the first time and understanding the meaning behind it.
The old king shook his head randomly and smiled bitterly, "Can people like us actually believe in hope?"
"It has never left. Otherwise, you would not have led an army to attack the orcs in Alterac, nor would the Alliance be where it is today. Human civilization had been wiped out more than ten years ago, leaving only The walls are in ruins.
At that time, what was the role you played? "
Arthas' words reminded Soras of more than ten years ago, when he led the Stromgarde army to complete a seemingly impossible task... What was driving him at that time?
Is it responsibility, dignity, or honor?
No, it seems not. At that time, what united the Alliance and fought the orcs in the lands of Alterac and Lordaeron was the instinct of survival.
The role played by Solas is the hope that pulls the alliance members out of despair.
The old king took a deep breath. He no longer believed in hope. He didn't know when, maybe it was during the days when Stromgard was getting worse day by day?
"Arthas... I am no longer the Thoras Trollbane of fifteen years ago. What I see in front of you now is just an old man who has lost his loved ones and is alone."
Solas picked up the ancestral holy sword Tokalal. This sword, which had drunk the blood of countless trolls and enemies, was not affected by time. The sharp blade of the sword reflected Solas's old face clearly. Chu.
The wrinkles carved by time are scars that cannot be erased, and the pale hair lets Thoras know that he is no longer the Thoras Trollbane who made his enemies fearful.
How many more years can he be able to wield a sword? How much more could he do for Stromgaard?
He is indeed old, so old that his eyesight is dim and he cannot even see clearly the darkness and evil buried deep in his children's hearts. He is so old that he is tired of ridiculous power games and ignores the suffering that his kingdom is going through.
——Ancestor, please listen to my question, does Stromgard still have a future?
Of course, the souls of human ancestors cannot answer Solas's questions. Many of their inheritances were cut off during the catastrophe. After thousands of years, human civilization and customs have become very different from those of the Vrykul.
Silence and emptiness were the only answers Solas could get.
Arthas was not in a hurry to speak out. He knew that Solas was facing his biggest inner demon. If he denied this doubt, it would mean that in the past ten years, Solas was In Wasting Time, it is clear that the proud King of Stromgard cannot accept this.
Except for Lordaeron and Gilneas further north, the human countries may have suffered more blows and traumas in these decades than in the thousands of years after the Troll War. If Thoras could not face up to his actions , then Alsace can't help him.
"Ding--!"
Thoras suddenly thrust Tokalal into the solid steps of the throne. He held the hilt of the sword and leaned forward, "Three thousand years ago, our first emperor unified all human races and took the sword from the hands of the trolls. The land we depend on for survival.
Three thousand years have passed. Humanity has abandoned its former capital, Stromgarde, and established a more prosperous kingdom in the north. However, Trollbane has not abandoned Stromgarde, because we have always believed that Stromgarde will always be the first group of human civilization. Where the flames burn.
We have no reason and should not abandon the former home of our ancestors, so after all the bloodlines of Emperor Thoradin were cut off, my ancestors took on the heavy burden of Stromgarde.
Arathi is not as rich as Lordaeron, and it is not as advanced as Kul Tiras in navigation and commerce, but the spirit of Stromgarde has never been cut off, and it should not lose its meaning in my hands. "
Thoras sat up straight, his old face full of solemn solemnity, "Garin is no longer a member of Trollbane, he will be exiled from our sacred capital forever, mankind. Our sacred land should not be inherited by people with evil intentions.
And I will use the rest of my life to pay for my former son's sins until Danas returns to take over this heavy throne. "
Solas stared at Arthas. This time, there was no hesitation or hesitation in his eyes. "Glory belongs to mankind, Arthas, and Stromgard will be with you."
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Garin was driven out of Stromgarde, and his injuries were treated by the priests. However, the wounds on his face were too serious, and the bandage wrapped around his face could not be removed.
The sudden blow and the uncertainty of fate caused mental and mental problems to the originally ambitious prince. After the priest said that this was not an act, Solas still drove him out of Stromgarde unselfishly.
As a father, Solas gave Garin the last gift of a horse, a sword and ten days of rations. He was too disappointed in his son. The name Trollbane would not allow Garin's depraved behavior to be used. polluted.
Not beheading him for treason was the greatest honor Solas could give him.
After the mentally disturbed Galin regained consciousness, he lost all memory of his identity and the murder of Solas. From the moment he was expelled from the palace, he was no longer the prince of Stromgard, but A guilty person.
Garin didn't know where his fate would lead. He just left Stromgarde on horseback and wandered to the Arathi Highlands.
In fact, according to his physique, even if he found a farm and worked as a farmer or a lumberjack, he could live the rest of his life without any worries. However, Jialin didn't know why he was so resistant to these jobs. Would rather find a job than wander the Arathi Highlands.
The bandage on his face was not removed, and there was no Trollbane mark on his body. Passengers and pedestrians on Arathi avoided this bandaged "weirdo" for fear that he would hurt them.
Garin continued to wander the highlands until the last morsel of food Solas gave him was eaten.
But even so, Garin was still unwilling to find a job to make ends meet. Instead, he relied on the impressions in his memory and headed towards the northeast where the trolls gathered.
No one knows why Garin did this, but for a human to step into the troll territory alone is no different from seeking death.
Soon, the troll scouts discovered this aimless wanderer, and they naturally regarded Garin and his mount as their dinner for the day.
Spears and stone axes flew out from all around. Garin's fighting instinct saved his life. He rolled down from the horse in embarrassment and used the horse's huge body as a cover to avoid the first wave of attacks.
However, this was just a last gasp. Garin, who had lost his mount, could not escape the troll's pursuit on his own two legs.
But even though Garin had mental problems, he did not run away. He wiped the horse's blood from his face and calmly drew out the long sword slung on the horse's body.
——He went crazy because he suffered an excessive blow and lost part of his memory, but his fighting skills and abilities have not been forgotten.
Perhaps, this prince is seeking a "glorious death" in the dark, rather than living in Arathi as a wanderer or a lifelong worker.
This subconscious mind drove him to the troll's territory, wanting to die in the battle with the troll.
If Garin still had a clear mind, he would definitely be shocked by his behavior, but everything proves that even if he committed an unforgivable sin, deep down in his heart, he still longs to be with "Tolbane" Honors to match.
Unfortunately, he took the wrong path.
Garin is not weak. The one who defeated him before was Arthas, the most powerful paladin of the Silver Hand, the Lich King with the status of a demigod, and the one who found the path to promotion to "Creator".
Not to mention Garin, even Solas or Danas could never be Alsace's opponent.
Among humans, there are not many people who can qualify as Alsace's opponents, and if Arthas goes all out, he will indeed be one of the most powerful entities in the history of Azeroth. .
The trolls mistakenly thought that Garin was a lost traveler. After shooting Garin's mount, they jumped out from various places in the hills and bushes, competing to be the first troll to cut off Garin's head.
The troll who misjudged Jialin's strength soon suffered a big loss. The first troll who rushed forward had his head chopped off by Jialin before he could swing the ax in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, within half a second when the trolls stood there stunned, the long sword in Garin's hand turned into the scythe of death again, easily harvesting the heads of the other two trolls.
Like his father, he had been constantly fighting against trolls his whole life, and no one knew better than Trollbane how to kill trolls quickly.
The torso, limbs and even heart may not be able to understand the life of the troll, but instead give them a chance to drag you down before meeting Bwonsamdi. Only by cutting off their heads or blasting them into scum will the trolls Lose your life instantly.
Garin did not retreat but advanced. He was not afraid of this dozen-person troll hunting team. Instead, he roared and raised his sword to kill the trolls in his eyes.
The trolls were also aroused by Galin's behavior, and the death of their compatriots made them attack Galin fanatically.
The battle lasted only a few minutes and ended with Garin leaving all these dozen trolls in the lowlands here at the cost of being seriously injured.
After dealing with these mortal enemies, Galin's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground.
He was injured himself, and he had been homeless for more than ten days. After finishing his rations, he didn't even have a full meal.
Even under such circumstances, Garin still killed the troll who wanted to treat him as prey, but his severe injuries and weak body meant that he was about to reach the end of his life.
After taking a long breath, Garin leaned back, leaning against the long-dead war horse. The blood gushing out of the horse's corpse made him feel a little warm.
The broken sword lay casually on his thigh, and blood was still oozing from the wounds on Garin's body.
Gradually, his body became colder and colder due to excessive blood loss, but as he lay dying, he heard two voices talking.
"Such an ending... can be regarded as a worthy death."
"Unexpectedly, after losing his memory, he became more worthy of his last name."
"Should we take his body back to Stromgarde...or should we let him rest in the place where he fought his last desperate battle?"
"No...it's not the case. The road to atonement is still long. Death is just an escape. It's not time yet. Face your heart and your sins. After losing everything, maybe it's a new beginning. …”
Garin closed his eyes. He was no longer able to maintain a clear consciousness. The conversation between the two people had turned into the wind and drifted away in his ears.
