Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 523 76. It’s just the task of the smelly brother【410】

Two hours later, Varian, who had changed his armor and wore a long hood to cover his body, headed to the sewers of Dalaran's famous "fighting" holy land on time, led by the enthusiastic little Arthas.

It is really rude for a majestic king of a country to go into the sewer.

But the problem is, Varian has to come.

While looking at the somewhat deserted streets, he said to Xiao who was accompanying him:

"Are you sure that Ms. Fenner really belongs to His Majesty Dai Lin?"

"Well, a lot of fragmented information proves this."

A strange smile appeared in Xiao's eyes, and he said in his calm voice:

"Therefore, this private duel is undoubtedly a very important diplomatic event, Your Majesty. Please take it seriously. If you can, please use your masculine charm to conquer Ms. Fenner.

There is much more to this half-elf than you know now.

Believe me, if she can become your queen, it will definitely be a great benefit for our kingdom that is waiting for prosperity. "

"No, Shore!"

Varian said in a more troubled tone:

“As the head of the intelligence agency, please don’t be so concerned about my private life!

We have talked about this aspect many times along the way. I have my heart set on Miss Tiffany Elian being my queen, and there is no need for us to discuss this any further. "

"Ms. Tiffin stayed with you through thick and thin when she was in Northern Xinjiang. Her appearance, character, and manners with others are all first-class. Her family is also well-connected in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and she is indeed the perfect candidate for queen.

Especially after you took her to meet representatives from all walks of life in the country several times, no one can change this fact. "

Shore said softly:

“But you are a king, my lord.

You can have many lovers, it is a king's prerogative, especially when your lover can bring great benefits to the kingdom, it is also an 'optional way' of dedication to the country you love so much. "

"Using your lower body to save my country? No, Shore, neither my country nor I have fallen to this level."

The sixteen-year-old young king replied with a straight face.

"Yes, Varian is not that kind of person!"

Eleven-year-old Alsace also helped.

This child's height has suddenly increased in the past half a year, probably due to his excellent family pedigree, and Alsace now looks almost as tall as an ordinary young man.

He was also wearing a set of ceremonial armor, as if to support Varian Wrynn, whom he regarded as his elder brother, and was carrying a large warhammer with a resolute and simple look on his back.

The little prince also has holy light shining on his body, which means that he has also studied the way of holy light.

He would raise his head and retort to Shore plausibly:

"Varian and I will be baptized together in a few days. He will become a glorious paladin, and I will become a recruit of the Silver Hand.

The Holy Light would never advocate such dishonorable behavior!

Besides, if Varian really wants to use himself as a bargaining chip to help the Kingdom of Stormwind, what's the matter with that arrogant half-elf? My father had already married my sister to him. "

"You're talking nonsense too!"

Varian reached out and knocked on Alsace's forehead, stopping the childish ramblings.

Seeing that he was about to enter the sewer, Varian asked softly:

"In twenty days, it will be the wedding of Caliya and Lord Daval. Is everything ready?"

"Well, the city of Lordaeron has been largely renovated. The palace also built a new palace as a wedding hall. Lord Davar paid for it."

Alsace said somewhat depressedly:

"Luxury is very luxurious. My sister and father are looking forward to it, and the nobles also think it is a strong alliance. But it is too noisy there, which seriously disturbs my study of the way of the Holy Light.

So a month ago, I lived in Dalaran. "

"But you don't seem very happy."

Varian asked:

"Do you have any objections to this marriage?"

"No objection, as long as sister likes it."

Alsace looked around, lowered his voice and said:

“But I always feel that Lord Davar is a bit gloomy.

Although everyone respects him and my father also relies on him, I heard some old nobles chatting and said that my sister's marriage was actually a standard political marriage.

My father wanted to support the Prestor family, which was very powerful in Alterac, through marriage, so that Alterac could become a vassal state of Lordaeron.

Perhaps many years later, it will become the new province of Lordaeron.

It makes me feel uncomfortable, maybe my sister deserves better. "

"There's nothing better."

Shore chimed in:

"Judging from the current situation in Lordaeron and Alterac, the decision made by King Tenaris is perfect.

What's more, Princess Calia is deeply in love with Lord Davar. Although the age gap between the two is a bit large, this is already a very good result for a political marriage. "

"His daughters are as old as my sister!"

Alsace complained softly:

"And I've never been able to get close to him. I don't know why, but I've always been uncomfortable around Lord Davar."

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, you have to accept this reality."

Varian shook his head. When he stepped onto the sewer stairs, he smelled the strong smell of blood. He frowned and asked:

"Did a massacre just happen here?"

"It's a fight with weapons!"

When talking about this, little Alsace became excited.

He enthusiastically described to Varian the epic weapon fight in the sewer last night, saying:

"I wanted to run over to watch the excitement, but General Nathanos, who served as my temporary bodyguard, didn't allow me to come out because there were other things going on in the city last night, and it was very lively anyway.

It is said that nearly a hundred young mages were imprisoned in Violet Prison at once last night. An equal number of mages are currently receiving treatment in the emergency room, and even Lord Turalyon was there to help this morning.

Although I had heard from Jaina that the young mages of Dalaran had this kind of 'tradition' for a long time, this was the first time I had seen it with my own eyes, and it was really amazing. "

"That's two hundred people versus ten people?"

Varian's eyes widened and he sighed:

"Is the warlock school of Narthalas College so powerful in combat? I really can't figure out how this twenty-fold numerical advantage could lead to such a bad battle?"

"That college is great."

Little Alsace said embellished:

"I went to the ceremony to welcome them in Dalaran.

Their golem is very handsome, and I heard that it is a prestigious school. Their dean once served Queen Azshara of the Elf Empire.

They held a magic lecture today, and several royal mages from Lordaeron made a special trip with their disciples to attend. It is said that the princes from the elves also attended.

Well, why are there so many people here!

Didn't you agree to have a private competition? "

Amid Arthas's exclamation, Varian raised his head and glanced at the arena in the sewer in front of him.

Fenner Golden Sword, who was fully prepared, was wearing a set of strange-style armor, holding an ax gun made of black ice in her hand, standing there with her hands on her hips in the cold air.

She also held a dueling flag in her hand.

There was a glow of magic lingering on it, and apart from Fenna, there were many people standing around the entire arena, about seven or eight.

"Is that...little Gianna?"

Varian recognized the acquaintance, it was indeed little Gianna. She and Ellie were following Little Star waiting to watch the fun.

Next to the "Fun" trio, there was a woman dressed in black and holding a scripture in her hand, as well as Nathanos Maris, who was pulled over by Finna to serve as the referee.

Finna's human child, local "local snake" Caitlin Ruinweaver will certainly not miss this good show.

Shore raised his head and looked around.

Above the crowd, there was a sewage outlet that had been closed for a long time. Although there seemed to be no one there, Shore was sure that some stinky pirate who liked to watch the fun must be hiding there.

"What kind of creature is that?"

When little Arthas saw Jaina, he immediately straightened his back. He planned to go and reminisce with Jaina, but he saw a strange creature sitting next to the dull-faced General Nathanos.

A bear wearing steel claws and walking upright!

"That's a werebear, a creature from Northrend."

Shore explained:

"According to our intelligence, he is the escort of the Nathalas Academy delegation. He is said to be a rare 'sacred warrior'. He was probably specially arranged to prevent this duel from becoming critical."

"Yeah, a very powerful creature."

Varian commented.

Wearing a long hood, he strode down the stairs from the arena without fear. Arthas handed him the warhammer behind his back and whispered;

"The thing in the elf's hand looks like a very powerful magic item. This is a bully. You use this! This is a warhammer blessed by my mentor, Knight Uther, and it was also used by my grandfather."

"Is it the 'Power of Menethil'?"

Varian took the heavy warhammer, held it with both hands, and said:

"This is the symbol of the power of the Menethil family. You just brought it out like this and your father didn't say anything?"

"He had no idea."

Arthas grinned and said:

"He has been busy with his sister's marriage recently. Besides, I want to become a glorious paladin, so sooner or later I should take over this war hammer.

Go ahead, Varian.

Use the symbol of my family to teach that arrogant elf a lesson and show her the bravery of the Holy Light! "

After saying that, the little prince adjusted his armor boldly, left Varian behind, and walked quickly in the direction of Jaina.

"It's good that you're here. You're not a coward after all."

When Fenna saw Varian taking off his hood and walking towards her with a warhammer shining with holy light, she laughed and threw the duel flag in front of her.

An arc-shaped magic circle was released, encompassing a circle around the arena.

This represents the beginning of the duel ceremony.

The effect of this magic circle is: before the winner is determined, others cannot interfere with the battle between the two, and the application of blessings, treatments, magic effects, etc. are prohibited.

Nathanos, who was waiting on an old box, also stood up.

He spread his hands, rolled his eyes, and announced in a helpless and enervated tone:

“I will preside over today’s duel ceremony.

Apparently because I'm bored right now and have nothing else important to do. In short, the private contest between Finna Golden Sword and Varian Wrynn is about to begin.

The two young men will bet on their own path to power and fight for their respective beliefs!

This is a friendly match.

So the rules are very simple, one game determines the outcome.

We have a powerful priest here, a divine warrior responsible for averting possible fatal injuries at critical moments, and 'representatives' from the Council of Tirisfal and the Academy of Narthalas to do the notarization.

If no one objects, I will declare the duel to begin.

Does anyone object? "

He looked around, and no one raised any objections.

Shore has disappeared, and Fenner and Varian are ready for battle.

"Then the duel begins."

Nathanos waved his hand, and Fenna immediately picked up the ax gun and launched an aggressive charge towards Varian, with a confident smile under her helmet.

She didn't think young Varian could stop her attack.

Although she didn't understand why the bratty brother wanted to provoke the young king himself, she liked fighting very much, and Black even made her an offer she couldn't refuse.

So, all this is just the task of the smelly brother.

"boom"

The black ice halberd that Fenner wielded when she charged whizzed towards Varian with a standard and swift fatal blow. The movement range was extremely large, and she struck with anger. She tried to scare the young man in this way. This is how you win without fighting.

But the latter's reaction was extremely calm, and he raised the warhammer in his hand at the right time.

As the holy light shone, this fatal blow, whose deterrent effect was greater than its actual significance, was perfectly blocked.

In the contest and duel barrier that opened in the sewer, the beating blood-red anger and the golden holy light entwined and collided and dissipated in an instant. Faced with Fenna's astonishment in front of him, Varian raised his head, and the young eyes also floated. With a raging fighting spirit.

"Don't underestimate me, Ms. Fenner, and don't try to scare me like an old bird dealing with a new recruit.

Although I am not as accomplished as you, I am also a veteran who has fought against orcs. Before receiving the baptism of the Holy Light, I was honored to fight against an Alliance hero. "

Fenner didn't answer.

She is very silent in battle, a cold virtue expected of a warrior.

The next second after the fatal blow was blocked, Fenner turned the ax gun upside down in her hand, used the sharp tail of the weapon to make an impact, and then struck forward with an even more ferocious blow.

Varian responded by raising his left hand, and a hot and sharp holy light pierced the elf warrior in front of him like a sword.

Amidst the clash of weapons, Fenner's surprise attack failed. The unsheathed holy light left a scratch under her helmet, as if a real sword had grazed the helmet.

right!

That's it!

This is interesting!

The relaxation and indifference in Fenna's eyes were thrown away, and traces of blood appeared in her big eyes, and the anger in her body rolled back and slapped around her like a sea tide.

She recognized the young king in front of her, and she was going to take action.

Hopefully he can last a little longer.

——

"I really don't understand, what's the point of you putting so much effort into arranging this battle?"

At the sewage outlet above the arena, Shore leaned against the wall, which was not dirty, and looked at the battle below. He said to Blake who was hiding inside and smoking a pipe:

"Really plan to make your sister the queen of Stormwind Kingdom?"

"What a joke!"

Blake pouted and said:

"If Dailin hears what you say, Varian will get a severe beating tonight. Don't think too much, I just want to see your Majesty the King's attainments and talents in the path of the Holy Light.

I am concerned and curious about his future.

Besides, I actually didn’t put much thought into it. My sister is really easy to get along with. I doubt I could sell her easily and she would happily count the money for me. "

"Then I have to ask one more question."

Shore said:

"Is your 'curiosity' about the king I serve, the kind you feel about Jaina Proudmoore? Or the kind you feel about Orgrim Doomhammer?"

"neither."

The pirate thought for a while and answered with a metaphor:

“It’s the kind that opens a ‘blind box’.

He is a 'puzzle' created by me, a factor beyond my understanding and control. I really want to try to predict the answer. So, be quiet and don't disturb me from enjoying the battle between Holy Light and Fury, okay?

If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you up!

If your king performs well, I will also give him a 'reward'.

Also, do me a favor and go down and keep that little bitch from Alsace away from Jaina! He still has a chance to escape before I turn him into the little princess of Mi'althalas myself.

I'm serious, no kidding. "