The combination of Andoine, Bolvar, and Duque was very interesting. In Laing's opinion, they were the typical loyal, important, and good ministers. However, it was precisely such a miraculous combination that gave unanimous advice.
Laing couldn't help but nod …
Yes! Since there was no other way, why not fight to the death?
Recalling all this, Laing suddenly came to a realization. "Yes! I was cowardly! I was intimidated by Sargeras. But I swear, this will be the last time in my life that I will be cowardly! "
Laing's fingers pinched the railing of the balcony so hard that it was as if he wanted to leave five fingerprints on the white jade railing.
The queen smiled brightly and gently pointed behind Laing. Laing looked back, and immediately saw William, who was hiding beside the pillar at the balcony entrance.
"Laing, that's right. A king should pass on his courage and virtue to the next king. "
The king and queen waved their hands together, and called the current little prince, the future king William Wrynn, over.
"Child, I want to tell you a story about courage …" Leylin picked up the young William and said, "Let me tell you a story about courage …"
Laing told William, who didn't quite understand what had happened not long ago. William especially admired Andoine, so William asked curiously, "Father, why did Uncle Lothar and Brother Marcus risk their lives, and not you?"
Laing was slightly stunned, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Child, in this world, everyone has their own responsibilities. There are people who shoulder the future of millions of people, who are responsible for the safety of the people's lives and property, and who seek hope and salvation for the people. These people are the nobles, and the top of the nobles is the king. "
Little William said in a childish voice, "Father, you are the king."
"Yes! There are also people who will stand up when the whole world is in danger, and fight against evil with their weak strength. Most of them would fail and die miserably. But there will always be a small number of people who will miraculously obtain the final victory. Therefore, everyone will call these people who have gathered courage, wisdom, and luck — heroes! "
There was a hopeful look in young William's eyes. "Then … is Uncle Lothar a hero?"
Laing hugged William tightly, and tears welled up in his eyes. He said emotionally, "I don't know, but every inch of my heart is praying for your Uncle Lothar. I hope that Lothar will become a hero and return in triumph. If he succeeds, even if I, the king, am to be buried under the glory of his hero, I am willing! "
At the same time, a group of cavalry was advancing rather quickly in Twilight Forest.
The Twilight Forest was different from any other forest. The strange mist lingering above the forest all year round made it seem as if the entire forest had fallen into an eternal night. Sunlight could hardly penetrate the treetops and reach the ground, so most of the time, visibility in the forest was extremely poor. Even pedestrians walking in the forest had to carry a torch.
Under such circumstances, galloping on a horse would be courting death. The group of people only let the horses trot at a small pace.
Lothar, who was leading the group, raised his right fist, and the cavalry immediately pulled on the reins to raise their horses' heads. As the horses did not gallop fast, they completed the entire deceleration process in two to three steps.
"Take a break!" Lothar instructed. He jumped off his warhorse agilely, handed the horse over to his attendant, and walked to the back of the group.
Almost at the back of the group, he saw Duque, who looked like he was having a toothache.
"Hey, my little hero, looking at you now, it's hard for me to associate you with the young hero who was so generous in the meeting hall and didn't even bat an eyelid in the face of death!"
Duque grimaced in pain.
What could he do? How could a transmigrator, a university student who grew up in the city, have the opportunity to ride a horse? Even after he transmigrated, he had found time to learn it. However, short-term training was completely different from riding a horse for a long distance.
Horses were living creatures. Even if they had muscles on their backs to slow down the impact, they still could not compare to a small car with shock absorbers on a flat road. The jolts and the continuous galloping made Duque feel as if his internal organs had shifted.
It was not an exaggeration. On the first day, Duque almost vomited last night's dinner.
In just two days, they crossed nearly 300 kilometers of forest trails in the entire Elven Forest and entered the Twilight Forest. One had to know that this was not a modern highway before he transmigrated. Many of the trails were not even muddy roads. They were narrow paths that only hunters would take.
At least five horses broke their legs because of the journey and had no choice but to give up. Two cavalrymen almost broke their necks.
The only good thing was that after entering the Twilight Forest, the speed of the horse slowed down, and Duque could catch his breath.
Faced with Lothar's question, Duque panted heavily and glared at Lothar.
"Bastard, laugh if you want. Don't give me a chance to laugh back. "
Lothar laughed and helped Duke off his horse, almost lifting him with his hands.
Lothar's elite soldiers were busy in an orderly manner, either arranging sentries, feeding the horses, or standing in a circle vigilantly. They took out their canteens and sipped from them.
Of course, many people looked at them with strange eyes.
Because this combination was too strange.
A knight, a mage, and a female Orc. No matter how many times he looked at this combination, it was strange.
"Human, you are too weak. In the tribe, a weak existence like you is not even fit to be a laborer, "Garona said mercilessly.
This strange Orc woman was straightforward. If it came from someone else's mouth, it would be sarcastic. But she only felt that it was natural.
Duque could not help but sigh at the magic of fate. Sure enough, after some communication, Laing and Lothar, just like in 'history', readily chose to accept Garona. After asking a lot about the orc tribe, they agreed to let this powerful female Orc, who was familiar with the terrain of Karazhan, join the 'assault team'.
Duque rolled his eyes at Garona. "Come on, most of us human mages are like this."
Actually, Duque wanted to say that the Pharaoh here were all pampered.
Unfortunately, Garona gave Duque a knowing blow. She showed a puzzled expression. "But us orcs, whether warlocks or shamans, are much stronger than you."
Duque sighed. Sure enough, the styles were different. There was no way for their brain waves to intersect!
But after this, if he didn't have to become a ghoul, he really had to consider training his body. Azeroth. All the famous women were definitely better at fighting than the other. If he was too weak, he really couldn't pick up girls!
Lothar suddenly asked in a low voice, "What do you think our chances of beating Sargeras are?"
Duque raised two fingers, not the 'V' that represented victory, but …
"20%, and this is based on the premise that the soul of your old friend Medivh has not been completely annihilated."
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