"elder brother!"

In the palace painting academy, little Gianna exclaimed when she saw the eyes in front of her.

But the next moment, she realized.

I got the wrong person.

My brother is not as thin as the kind-hearted gentleman in front of me.

Moreover, he still has a scar on his cheek and is not as handsome as his brother. The brother in his memory is a very sunny person and does not have such a gloomy temperament.

This is another person.

He is not his brother.

"thank you, sir."

Jaina was placed on the ground by Black. She politely thanked the husband in front of her who helped her, and looked at him curiously.

Stalkers are not allowed to sneak in the palace.

But the gentleman in front of him appeared from the shadows, which proved that he had a special status.

who is he?

Blake just nodded.

He suppressed the emotional fluctuations in his heart that did not belong to him.

Prince Drake's memories were rolling in his mind, and it seemed like a voice was urging him to hug the blood-connected relative in front of him, but he couldn't do this.

"Be careful, little princess, ladies can't be so rude."

He said in a hoarse voice.

Then he turned around and left.

"Orc Killer!"

As a result, Alsace, who got up from the ground next to him, saw Blake's iconic dress and immediately exclaimed. The little prince ran down the steps with a light in his eyes.

He raised his head, stared at Blake looking up and down, and said:

"I heard your story from mentor Muradin, Orc Slayer! My mentor said you killed hundreds of green-skinned orcs alone! You are really good!

I will become a powerful warrior like you in the future! Like you, I will protect my people!"

The little prince said loudly:

"Salute to the warrior!"

"I do not doubt your courage, Your Highness Alsace."

Black looked at him, then glanced at Jaina next to him, and he said:

"But to become a warrior, you can't start by bullying a lady, right?"

"I was wrong."

Alsace scratched his hair in annoyance, lowered his head and whispered:

"I didn't mean to annoy Gianna, she is a good friend of mine, I just accidentally said something about her brother. In fact, I also admire brother Drake.

He was a hero, but it's a pity that he has left us."

"No! You're talking nonsense!"

Hearing this, Jaina immediately turned her head and screamed like a kitten with exploding fur:

"My brother is not dead! He promised me that he would come to Dalaran to see me after the voyage. He would never lie to me. You all lied to me that your brother died in the battle.

but no!

He hasn't left me, I still dream about him.

I dreamed that he took me fishing in Kul Tiras. I dreamed that he was with me, my parents, the idiot Tanred, and a blond sister I didn't know.

My instructor told me that a mage’s dreams are the reflection of the real world in the arcane magic network, and they all have special meanings.

My brother must still be alive!

You are not allowed to talk nonsense!"

Alsace suddenly looked helpless. At a young age, he could see a strange expression on his handsome face. The entire human kingdom knew that Prince Drake had died in the battle.

But the little princess in front of her just refused to admit it.

No one can persuade her.

"I have met your brother, little Princess Jaina. I served on the Dreadnaught battleship in the Battle of Khaz Modan. I saw Prince Drake's heroic battle with my own eyes.

He is truly a hero."

Blake knelt down and said to the nine-year-old Gianna in front of him:

"I was an eyewitness to that battle. You will rarely find people like me."

"Really?"

The little mage was surprised at this moment.

But there was also fear and uneasiness in the big blue eyes.

She tightened her grip on the hem of her skirt, fearing that she would hear the same tragic news as others had heard from the strange Mr. Stalker in front of her, but whom she felt close to.

Little Alsace next to him also became nervous.

He knew how much impact Prince Drake's death in battle had on his friends.

He was also afraid that Blake would tell the cruel truth again.

But Blake didn't.

He just said to Gianna briefly:

"Prince Drake and his Dreadnaught battleship were indeed hit by the red dragon controlled by the orcs..."

Jaina's eyes immediately filled with tears, and her body shook a little, but the next moment, Blake's tone changed slightly, and he said softly:

"I saw him fall into the sea with my own eyes. There was chaos there. I don't know if he survived. But at the same time, I can't be sure if he really died there."

Blake stood up, took a step back, and called for the shadow to wrap around his body.

He winked at Jaina and said softly:

"But if even an incompetent person like me can escape from that terrifying battlefield, maybe..."

"I knew my brother was not dead!"

The little princess wiped away her tears at this moment, showed a smile, and said firmly:

"He will definitely come back to see me. He has never lied to me. He will definitely do what he promised me. I know that they are all lying to me.

thank you, sir.

Thank you for bringing back the news about my brother. My father will definitely be very happy. I..."

"Shhh"

The moment he escaped into the shadows, Blake stretched out his gauntleted fingers and put them to his mouth, making a silent gesture.

He said to little Gianna:

"There is a magical wishing fountain in Dalaran, right? Little princess, you should know that some beautiful wishes will not come true once they are spoken.

Wait with hope.

He will show up.

One day, he will come back to you.

I promise."

"Um."

The little princess immediately covered her mouth, as if she was afraid that if she said her wish, it would be like the legendary wish and it would not work. She and Arthas watched Black escape into the shadows.

A few seconds later, little Arthas whispered to little Jaina:

"Are you happy now? That's the Orc Killer, a warrior of the Alliance. He just bravely assassinated a green-skinned legendary swordmaster. He won't lie.

Maybe your brother is recuperating somewhere right now.

Maybe he is just like you, waiting for a miracle to appear in front of you after he recovers... In short, don't be angry, okay?

Varian is still waiting for us in the banquet hall, we..."

"boom"

Before Alsace could finish speaking, a fist lightly hit him on the head from behind.

Then a young man with black hair, about fifteen or sixteen years old, who also wore a prince's ribbon, hugged Arthas and Jaina's shoulders from behind.

He whispered:
To be continued...