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Vereesa Windrunner, the jewel in the eye of the Windrunner family in Quel'Thalas. Although her two sisters, Alleria and Sylvanas, have told her that as a ranger, the most important thing is

She is patient, but she doesn't like to wait. Although it is generally believed that the elves as a race are extremely patient, for a young elf like her who has just completed her ranger training for a year, she does not have this advantage at all.

Just like at this time, the young silver-haired female elf is standing anxiously, pacing with one foot, as if every beat represents the passing of a second. At the same time, her breathing is getting faster and faster,

It seems that he is holding back a ball of anger and has nowhere to release it.

Vereesa glanced at the human sitting motionless on a rock five meters away from her. She glared at the human coldly. In her eyes, the human was as hateful as the person she was waiting for.

Three days ago, she arrived at the agreed place. When she arrived, the man was already sitting on the rock as he is now. Vereesa greeted her friendly and introduced herself at first.

The human's attitude was very good at first. He told Vereesa that his name was Maris and that he was the one who acted with her. Then... then there was no communication between the two people. The number of times they spoke in the next three days

No more than three times did Vereesa remember what they said.

The first time was when she asked a question: "When will the remaining one come?"

Maris responded by shaking his head, and added: "Mages are never punctual."

When Vereesa heard this answer, she thought it made sense, so she planned to wait a little longer, but she didn't expect to wait for three days.

The next two conversations were not pleasant. Strictly speaking, they were not even called conversations, but the atmosphere between the two began to become a little tense. It was not that Vereesa was arrogant, but mainly that this human named Maris had a crush on Vereesa.

Turning a deaf ear to all the questions, he just kept sitting there, as if he had become one with the stone under his buttocks. Vereesa muttered several times that if the person they were waiting for didn't come, she would leave immediately, but every time

It's all just talk.

This was her first mission, but it was not to hunt down orcs or trolls, but to escort a mage to the eastern port leading to the Endless Sea. She had been waiting for three full days. Originally, she was more interested in humans.

Respectful, but obviously she is only angry at the silent guy in front of her and the late bastard.

Vereesa really wanted to work with her brothers and sisters to eradicate every remaining orc and orc force, but she didn't expect that her first task would be to act as a nanny for an old mage with trembling legs and maybe even forgetfulness.

character of.

"Wait one more hour," she shouted. "I won't care if it doesn't come in one hour!"

Her roar did not surprise Nathanos Maris, and the human did not comfort the waiting female elf. He still waited quietly, and knew exactly what he was here to do. His thoughts

I went back half a month ago...

"These crooked corridors are really confusing. Young man, are you sure you're on the right track? This corner is exactly the same as the one just now."

"I'm sure, Mr. Ambassador." Nathanos smiled at Muradin Bronzebeard. The Prince of Ironforge came to the Northern Kingdom a few months ago and stayed in Lordan as the ambassador of Ironforge.

Lun. He is very popular in the court of Lordaeron because of his jovial nature to be good to others and his knowledge of fine beer, pastries, politics and many other things. He is also a warrior of extraordinary skill, wisdom and courage.

But just now Nathanos met him. The dwarf was lost. He walked back and forth around a corner five times. Nathanos almost laughed, but luckily he held it back.

Muradin appeared here for a purpose. After asking, Nathanos immediately led him the way and told Muradin that they were going to meet the same person.

"Tell me about that child?" Muradin asked.

Nathanos tried to slow down his pace; Muradin might take three steps to equal one.

"I assure you, Prince Arthas is a very smart boy. He is eleven years old this year, and King Terenas thinks it is time for him to learn to hold a sword. He has a strong ability to learn, and he

return……"

"Want to get past here, ugly orc? You are facing the Alliance! Get out of here and never come back!"

Nathanos' introduction was interrupted by a voice coming from the front, which was the location of the training ground in the palace. He and Muradin stopped, but the loud voice had not stopped yet.

"It seems that you are not planning to escape. I have given you a chance. Then, let's fight!"

"What happened?" Muradin asked. There seemed to be a battle ahead, but there was no sound of the collision of weapons.

"This..." Nathanos recognized the owner of the voice, but he didn't know how to explain it because he knew the other person was doing something stupid.

"Go and take a look." Muradin quickened his pace, and when they turned the corner, a wooden sword suddenly flew over. The dwarf opened his eyes wide, and the sword stayed on top of his head and rubbed against his hair. Nathano

Si grabbed the sword blade to prevent the wooden sword from hitting him.

But there were only two words in the air at this time - embarrassment. Mulayan stared at the sword above his head, and Nathanos took the wooden sword away after noticing his eyes.

"Are you okay, Mr. Ambassador?" Nathanos asked, giving Arthas a reproachful look.

Muradin shook his head, regained his composure and looked carefully at the blond boy who looked surprised and embarrassed. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his cheeks were already flushed. He could only try his best to hide his confusion.

"He's very imaginative, right?" Muradin looked at Arthas like an idiot. Nathanos didn't know how to answer, so he just said, "He's not always like this."

"Well... Mr. Ambassador... I just..." Alsace tried hard to find the right words to explain. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

Muradin coughed, stepped forward and continued to stare at the Prince of Lordaeron. His thick thumbs were hooked on his belt, and a look of thinking appeared on his hard-lined face. "Boy," he finally said.

He said, "You shouldn't play with a sword like this."

Alsace felt the blood rush to his cheeks again. "I know, but my father..."

"Your father has a lot going on in his head. You shouldn't blame him for that."

"No matter what, I want to master combat skills as soon as possible, so I..." Arthas stopped, he didn't want to mention what happened just now.

"I know. So you need a mentor. I can teach you if you want."

"You...you will teach me?" Alsace felt unbelievable at first, and then immediately became so happy that he didn't know what to say.

Nathanos explained: "Alsace, Mr. Muradin is a famous warrior who has high attainments in the art of war. King Terenas asked him to be your swordsmanship teacher."

"Yes, that's what I came here to talk about today." Muradin nodded, but suddenly changed his tone and warned seriously: "But there is one thing I want to tell you in advance. If you can't do it, I

I will not accept any excuses you make, and I will punish you severely. No matter when, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Alsace said eagerly. Muradin smiled with satisfaction and stretched out a big calloused hand. Alsace held the hand, then raised his head and glanced at Nassar.

North. His eyes narrowed, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Okay! It's time for me to go find your father. Son, can you take me to him? There are too many twists and turns in this terrible place."

Arthas silently pointed to the stairs on his left, and then watched the dwarf leave.

"Nathanos! You didn't see anything just now, right?" Arthas asked hurriedly.

Nathanos was stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing. This made Arthas a little angry, but he also suddenly became nervous. "Say it quickly!"

"Don't worry, we didn't witness the whole process of the future King of Lordaeron fighting an imaginary orc and throwing his sword across the hall by mistake." He replied half-jokingly. Arthas blushed but did not speak.

In rebuttal, Nathanos said: "However, the movement of this wooden sword flying over can tell how bad your sword swing is, Your Highness." He handed the wooden sword back to Arthas' hand.
Chapter completed!