Regen walked out of the banquet hall half drunk, planning to go to the balcony to enjoy some fresh air.
He obviously didn't expect that these seemingly weak nobles would be so aggressive when drinking. It took a lot of effort to knock down a young boy one on one, let alone the old drunkards next to him who were eager to try.
However, when he wandered onto the balcony, he found that someone had already occupied this precious spot for blowing wind, and it was the female mage who had just left alone.
"What a blessing," Ragen murmured in a low voice and walked towards Jaina who was pouring herself a drink.
"Are you okay, Ms. Gianna?" Regen walked closer and asked tentatively.
"Well..." Jaina raised her head and glanced at Ragen with drunken eyes.
"What can be wrong with me? I've always been very good. I can eat, sleep, and... drink..."
"Isn't Sophie with you?" Regen looked around, but did not find the elf. "I remember asking her to come over and stay with you."
"She's not here," Gianna poured a glass of wine and handed it to Regan, her pink lips stained with alcohol looked extremely coquettish under the moonlight, "Drink it, and I'll tell you... where she is."
Regan reluctantly took the wine glass and drank it reluctantly.
"Then please tell me now, Ms. Gianna"
"She was drunk. My maid helped her back to the room to rest." Jaina poured another half of the glass nonchalantly and put the glass to her mouth.
Regan frowned and said in a serious tone: "Dear Madam, you seem to have overdrinked. I'd better ask someone to help you go back to your room to rest."
"If you don't want to drink it, forget it. I'll drink it myself," Jaina shook the bottle, as if she wanted to drink the rest down her throat.
"Stop drinking!" Regan couldn't bear it and stretched out his hand to snatch the bottle away. "You are completely ruining yourself!"
"Boom" a dark red fireball passed by his hand, blasting a hole in the wall behind him. Regan's hand suddenly stopped.
"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to care about me?" Jaina screamed loudly, staggered a few steps and looked at Regen fiercely.
The originally smooth golden hair was tied back in a mess, and the slender crimson eyelashes were trembling with anger. At this moment, the female lord looked like an irritated little girl.
Regan looked at Jiao Jiao who was close at hand, and sighed imperceptibly: "I'm not who you are, but do you like the way you are now? Decadence, alcoholism, rage, all these are just for a person who should have dissipated long ago.
Memories in the sky…”
"I forgot, that man's current name is the Lich King"
Jaina raised her hand high, but the slap never fell.
Regan looked at her quietly, his light blue eyes as calm as a lake: "When he decided to part ways with Saint Uther, the outcome was already doomed. Neither Uther nor you abandoned him, yes.
He himself abandoned his conscience, his people, and finally himself. Please stop taking all the sins on yourself, Jaina."
Regen reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of the female mage's eyes, and said softly, "People say that you watched the orcs kill your father, but who knows that you did it in exchange for the hundreds of lives of his subordinates; people
You are said to be like Thrall's mistress, who has always been servile to the tribe, but who understands your painstaking efforts not to let the mainland be ignited by war again..."
"No, someone knows," Jaina touched Regen's lips with her fingers and looked at the Paladin with complex eyes, "Varian knew before, but now you know, I... am not alone."
Under the moonlight, Jaina's smile became more and more haggard. Almost no one would not be heartbroken. Perhaps it was instinct or impulse. Regan made a move that he would never regret.
——He hugged the slightly panicked Jaina and pressed his lips together fiercely; an almost suffocating long kiss that made the female mage almost breathless.
"Ahem, you're so bold! You actually..." Jaina's eyes widened, and Regan once again blocked her words with his lips.
Easily picking up the soft and delicate body, Regan pushed her against the wall a little arrogantly, "You are not the only one who is more daring, my respected lord!"
Reagan held up her perky buttocks with his left hand, and roughly reached into the pink dress with his right hand. Marveling at her silky smooth skin, Reagan kissed along Gianna's white swan-like neck.
"No," Jaina moaned weakly, her charming eyes almost dripping with moisture, "We can't do this, Ragen."
"I want you to forget, forget that undead spirit," Regan gasped, sliding his lips into her high breasts. "No matter what hurts you and makes you panic, just let me take it away. I can't stand this."
This feeling, I can’t let you sink in pain.”
"No, Regan," Jaina mustered up the last bit of strength to grab Regan's hand that was reaching for her skirt, "You and Sophie, she loves you so much, we can't hurt her."
Regen's hand suddenly stopped, and his red eyes seemed to regain some clarity. Jaina struggled to leave his arms, but then she hugged Regen's waist as if she couldn't bear it.
"I still want to thank you anyway, my knight, but maybe we all need to calm down. You have your lover, and I also have my own responsibilities. Please forgive me for not being able to give myself to you yet," Jaina murmured.
"I must be too wishful thinking," Regan said mockingly, "How the mage lord of Theramore could fall in love with an unknown knight is simply a fantasy."
"That's not the case," Jaina explained hurriedly, like a girl who had just fallen in love, "I just can't forget him for the moment... Give me some time, okay? And I don't want to hurt Sophie, she
She is a good girl..."
"No, I want both of you," Ragen picked up Jaina's watery dimples and interrupted her protest with a deep kiss, "None of you can run away..."
——————————————————————————————————————————“Uh….” Kevin stretched comfortably,
Yawning, he woke up Sam, who was still sleeping soundly. "Get up, little Sam, the sun is shining on your butt."
"Let me sleep a little longer... I feel dizzy." Sam turned over wrapped in a military blanket.
"Silly boy, who made you drink so much yesterday?" Kevin opened the kettle and rinsed his mouth. "Those Theramore veterans deliberately wanted to laugh at us, but you were the only one stupid enough to compete with them for drinks."
Sam raised his head and protested: "That won't embarrass us Storm people. Just you, a deserter, pretending to be drunk makes us lose face!"
"Come on," Kevin threw the wet towel on Sam's face, "How much pride can you, a small soldier, bring to Stormwind City? Do you understand my strategy? Who can drink you guys half to death if you don't pretend to be drunk?
Get the guy back?
Sam groaned and wiped his face: "Anyway, you were embarrassed yesterday, and your sophistry is also embarrassing!"
"Ah ho! You little stubborn guy..." Kevin looked at Sam dumbfounded. He was about to teach this little guy a lesson. Suddenly, a majestic assembly call sounded in Theramore City.
"What's going on?" Sam jumped up. "Is the black dragon coming?"
Kevin set up a pergola and looked into the city from a distance. He saw several giant ships with eagle-shaped bows slowly approaching the pier, and soldiers filed out in an orderly manner.
"Eaglehead...could it be Duke Bolvar?" Kevin murmured to himself, "But isn't he staying in Stormwind City?"
"What Eaglehead, Kevin?" Sam asked in confusion.
"Have you ever seen His Majesty the King's ship?" Kevin explained impatiently, "That's a lion-shaped ship. Only members of the royal family can use it in the entire Stormwind Kingdom, and these eagle-headed ships are for Dukes or Grand Marshals.
There are so many ships with this qualification in the entire Stormwind Kingdom, and I can count them all on one hand."
"So who do you think is coming?" The curious baby still kept asking.
"God knows," Kevin put on his armor angrily, "hurry over there, lest that Baron Roush comes to see us, I don't want to hear his noise anymore."
——"Line up~Salute!" The soldiers on the pier lined up neatly in two rows and saluted a military salute. A middle-aged man wearing a generalissimo's armor stepped onto the pier with a gloomy expression.
"Is this what Theramore's army is like? There are only two empty cannons in the entire port, where have all the soldiers gone!" The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the Theramore Guards who had just arrived, and shouted unceremoniously
question
"Please forgive me, Duke Bolvar," Yinmer, who had just arrived, explained to the unhappy regent, "This is the intention of Lady Jaina and His Majesty Varian, at least let the soldiers relax for one night.
After all, no one is made of iron.”
Bolvar glanced at him expressionlessly: "Don't involve His Majesty, his army is only more rigorous than mine! In my opinion, it is the orc mistress's own decision."
The face of the high elf adjutant changed drastically, and he said angrily: "Your Excellency, please be more respectful! You must know that you are insulting the entire Theramore!"
"So what if I just insulted the parricide woman to her face?" Bolvar stared at Yinmer aggressively, completely ignoring the indignant Theramore Guards.
"Go to Li Daddy. When Lady Jaina took us from birth to death in Hyjal, Li was still suckling in Li Niang's arms!" A dwarf with a thick accent shouted while waving his battle ax, "Brothers, chop us off!"
Quite!"
"Protect the Duke!" Bolvar's guards drew their swords and surrounded Theramore's army. The soldiers on both sides faced each other without giving in. An inevitable conflict was about to break out.
"Stop it!" At this time, a war horse galloped towards the crowd, and the young officer on the horse shouted from a distance, "Following the order of His Majesty Varian, Duke Bolvar immediately went to the Wizard's Tower to meet him.
Lamo officers and soldiers at all levels must not stop it!"
"Baron Regen!" When Yin Moer saw the man on the horse clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he didn't dare to fight with Bolvar.
"What a boy named Ragen! Our Lady Jaina danced with Li yesterday. How did this guy with a butt on his face scold her just now? Didn't Li know that Li even spoke for him?" Theramore Guards
The dwarf jumped up and cursed
"Shut up," Regan said coldly on horseback, with no intention of dismounting. "Lord Bolvar, please forgive me for not being able to show my courtesy because I am wearing armor. You have been delayed here long enough, King."
Your Majesty must be impatient with waiting."
Bolvar stared at Regan with the same cold eyes, and after a while he said slowly: "I owe Reginald, so I won't care about your rudeness, but please remember, just this once -
Next time, I will directly discount your horse’s legs”
"No, you don't owe anyone," Regen looked at Bolvar condescendingly, "but you insulted a respectable female lord, and those dirty words will only bring shame to your title.
If it weren't for His Majesty the King having something to discuss, I would not hesitate to ask for a duel with you."
"Duel?" Bolvar suddenly raised his head, and his unparalleled momentum made everyone retreat. Regan jumped off the horse with a backflip, while the poor war horse was so frightened that it rushed forward in a panic.
Leaving the pier and falling into the deep sea
"It's a pity that you are not qualified yet." Bolvar shook his cloak coldly and walked straight towards the mage tower in the eyes of everyone with fear.
Yin Moer touched his chest with his hand and looked at Bolvar's back in shock: "Holy light, what kind of monster is this guy!"
"It's not a monster, what you see is pure power." Regen's face showed no anger after being humiliated. Instead, he looked at his hands with enlightenment, "Sure enough, the human body is not a container.
Holy light is also different from the magic power of a mage."
Yin Moer waved his hand and dismissed the guards, looking at Regen with some worry: "Your Excellency, Baron, are you okay?"
"It's nothing," Regan smiled at the high elf, "I just understood a very simple truth, although many priests themselves don't understand it either."
"Oh, you know," Yin Moer shrugged regretfully, "I'm just a mage, so I can't say anything about the practice of the Paladin."
"No, thank you for your kindness, friend, but maybe I should thank Bolvar more!" Regan laughed and waved his hand, walking towards the mage tower under the doubtful eyes of the high elf.