The hunt begins. w w . .
In the royal hunting grounds on the outskirts of Lordaeron, a grand hunting outing is taking place.
The nobles and lords in bright clothes and angry horses rode their beloved horses in high spirits, waving their whips as if they were directing the country. The young masters either followed their fathers and grandfathers in order to squeeze into the "circle" and serve diligently, or they chased prey in order to show their bravery. The ladies and ladies were enjoying the long-lost party in the lounge area.
Blue sky, white clouds, flags flying.
This is the life a noble should live.
Since the invasion of the orcs, everyone has taken refuge in the city. Those who stayed in the countryside are also busy strengthening the fortress. Who dares to run into the wild without any trouble? What should they do if they encounter an orc?
Even if the orcs are beaten away, no one wants to be the leader, and the army has not been disbanded yet.
How good it is now, with His Majesty Terenas taking the lead, the good times are finally back.
Hunting is the best thing, and if the prey includes orcs, that's even better.
Arthas listened to his peers bragging about his archery skills, and while politely smiling back in approval, he didn't take it seriously.
In terms of archery, apart from his own archery teacher, Varian is of course the best, but in a few years he should be the best. As for these guys who are still using children's bows, I'm afraid they have never even fired a hard bow. , look at this arm, it’s as thin as anything. I don’t have the strength to draw a bow. How can I talk about archery?
After losing to Varian in the trial, Arthas has become the biggest bastard in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The young prince simply believes that the more powerful his cousin Varian is now, what will happen when he grows up and surpasses him? Not more powerful.
It's just that Arthas forgot one thing. He attributed the reason why he was inferior to Varian to his age. This was so stupid and adorable. In terms of age, unless Varian died before him, he would never have the possibility of catching up.
However, innocence is the privilege of children. No matter how much Arthas wanted to call Varian to his side to open the eyes of these self-righteous guys, he did not dare to go to his father.
Because the adults were talking about business, and Varian was staying with his father.
What fun is there with these children? It seems like going to their father...
Arthas was envious of Varian's position, not his eyes drifting over there.
But what he didn't know was that just as he felt that the children around him were childish and longed to join the ranks of adults, Varian was also looking at him from the corner of his eye, intentionally or unintentionally.
Varian thought of life in Stormwind City. At that time, he was surrounded by a group of people, just like Arthas.
The two princes envied each other, but played their roles dutifully.
As the first official hunting activity after the war, it itself contains too much political significance. How Varian wishes Uncle Anduin Lothar was around at this moment, how he wishes his father was still alive, and how he wishes this was the El Forest. . In this way, there won't be so many unclear looks looking at me...it's so dazzling.
"Take your hand away, Your Majesty, you have gone too far. Varian is the king of Stormwind City. You should kiss his ring instead of patting him on the shoulder. Please apologize for your rude behavior."
When Terenas' reprimand came, Varian realized what had just happened.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my rudeness..."
Varian suddenly wanted to cry, but reality had taught him to be strong.
"Uncle, this is a hunting ground, there is no need to be too formal."
Varian smiled gently and tried his best to keep his smile.
"A king is a king wherever he is, Varian. Your uncle is fighting on the front line for all of us. The soldiers of Stormwind are fighting on the Burning Steppes for all of us. As a member of the Alliance, you should enjoy You must also enjoy this honor. Don’t forget that our good days were earned through the bloody battles of the Alliance soldiers. The orcs were driven away, but the war is not over yet.”
While Terenas taught Varian the way to be king, he also did not miss the opportunity to impress everyone.
Varian only felt Terenas' kindness towards him, but did not understand the deep meaning behind it.
An event that is not too big or too small is just the embellishment of this hunting and social interaction.
After all, there are still a few legitimate owners who have not arrived.
Greymane is really on his way.
Dai Lin heard that he had arrived in Dalaran and would arrive soon.
That guy Alex Barov is finally willing to move away from Alterac City, because he doesn’t know if he can see Kalia...
While Terenas was dealing with the nobles around him, he was distracted and planning other people's itineraries.
After all, unlike the expedition of 20,000 to 30,000 people in the other world line, the 200,000 troops in the south were too consumed and could not be supported by the Lordaeron family alone.
Additional levies are inevitable.
Without the support of other companies, these noble lords cannot be dealt with.
Without the support of other companies, there is no way to face Anduin Lothar.
The name of orthodoxy is too important to kings, it is something they only dream of. Therefore, Terenas was fully confident in persuading others to spend more money and food to support Lothar's battle on the front. But everything after that needs to be discussed carefully.
Terenas glanced at Varian but said nothing.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
Your uncle Anduin Lothar understands this.
Stormwind City is going to be restored as a nation, and we need to start planning from now on.
Your uncle will forgive me, he will understand my painstaking efforts.
Varian, you will forgive me. Even a king cannot do whatever he wants. Exchange of interests is a must.
While Terenas Menethil II was thinking about this, a slight shaking startled everyone.
"Is it an earthquake?"
"probably"
"There is no need to be concerned about an earthquake of this magnitude."
"Actually, the earth has never been stable. Earthquakes happen at any time. They are just strong and weak..."
"Master, your knowledge is really profound, and the mage is really amazing."
"Haha, what the hell? It's just a lack of knowledge and skills."
Earthquakes, such trivial earthquakes, were just a show-off and a source of conversation among the nobles and court mages. No one wanted to take it seriously.
It’s just that they didn’t understand how terrible it was that they could notice the earthquake with its source in the Burning Plains passing through thousands of kilometers of plate rock and being separated by the Palatine Gulf to absorb the earthquake.
"Carlos, the front and back roads are blocked, and water is still seeping in front."
"Marshal Lothar...the city wall, the city wall has been stepped on"
The subordinates were also panicked, and the two leaders showed the same characteristics.
"It's sealed. It's a good thing. We're not afraid of the pursuers anymore. It's seeping with water, which is even better. It means we've almost climbed to the depth where there is an underground river. Work harder and everyone can bask in the sun."
Carlos forced himself to pretend to be nonchalant, as if the violent shaking just now didn't exist, and he didn't even care about the casualties.
"I can see it. I'll find a way to convey the order to Turalyon and Galad. Attack immediately. Don't give them a chance to think about it. Go, immediately, now, horse."
One of Carlos and Lothar faced the danger of being buried underground, and the other faced the danger of the city wall being broken, but they made the same choice - to boost their morale and fight hard.
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