In the garden of Lordaeron Palace, a sixteen-year-old boy was sweating his whole heart, practicing swordsmanship with his upper body naked.

Unlike many young men who practiced using wooden swords, he was holding a real iron sword in his hand.

Although it was difficult to dance smoothly at his age, he still persisted. He treated himself as an ordinary child because he knew that for his country, he had to be strong, although no one around him had ever demanded him.

The sun shone on his body, and the fine beads of sweat made him feel like he was coated with oil. Although his muscles were still developing, they could still be seen to be very strong.

Just as he was training himself, a much smaller boy ran over quickly.

"Varian, I knew you were here. You still have the leisure to practice swordsmanship, and you missed the excitement ahead."

Hearing the noise of the child coming in, the young Varian put down his sword and grabbed a handful of brown and black hair.

"Arsace, is it the war report from the south again? Where has our army recovered?"

Life under someone else's roof is not beautiful, and it is also thanks to the prince in Lordaeron's palace who is six years younger than him. Arthas's active and unrestrained personality makes Varian's life less gloomy.

"That's not. Didn't Marshal Losa say that this time he would have a final battle with the orcs? If news comes, the war will probably end."

After hearing this answer, Varian was a little disappointed, picked up the sword again and sent an invitation to Arthas.

"Althuss, you can also exercise with me with a wooden sword. The orcs besieged Lordaeron a week ago reminded me of my hometown. I really hate my weakness and can't go to the battlefield to fight against the orcs!"

Varian's words made Arthas deeply agree. The battle situation a week ago was indeed dangerous, and his father personally went to command the battle.

Although she was only ten years old, Arthas believed that she would never forget the way she looked when Varian first came to Lordaeron two years ago. At that time, Varian had a solemn expression all the time and was often awakened at night. This situation did not improve until two months later.

Arthas nodded and turned around and wanted to find his wooden sword, but suddenly he realized that he had something to say to Varian.

"You have to change the topic. I mean something new happened before, and my father met a group of trolls!"

The sword that was about to be swung was almost dodged because of Arthas' words, but Varian obviously didn't care about these things.

"His Majesty Terenas met a group of trolls?!"

Varian had never seen trolls, but from Lothar he had heard many legends about trolls, such as their vulgarity, barbarity, dirty and ugly, and the horrible custom of cannibalism. How could King Terenas meet such a guy?

"Are they the Amani trolls who are in trouble in the East Wild area?"

Varian was not always deaf about the matter outside the window. He had some understanding of the details of the war and knew that the orcs had joined forces with Amani to deal with the alliance.

It was Alsace's turn to be proud.

"No, if it were those dirty trolls, nothing new.

These trolls are from the sea, what are they called... Zandala trolls, they are not only dirty at all, they are dressed very beautifully. They also understand our language, I saw them all at the side door.

And I also heard that they are here to help us deal with the enemy!"

This really aroused Varian's curiosity. What would a civilized troll who stood on their side and could speak common language look like?

"Are they still ahead now?"

Alsace shook his head.

"The meeting has ended, but they did not leave Lordaeron. They were arranged by their father in the inn by the palace. Do you want to go out and have a look?

If you want to see it, I suggest you better take a look from a distance. After all, I don’t know if they will eat children like the legendary ones.”

Varian was happy by Arthas. Although the relationship between the two children was very good, sometimes Varian really felt that the other person was a child, and many of his ideas were too naive and had no common language with him.

This is Lordaeron. Even if these trolls really have such bad habits, how could His Majesty Terenas tolerate them doing things wrong?

However, Varian did not tell Arthas about it. He was only ten years old and could not understand even if he told him.

Putting down the sword in his hand, Varian decided to take a shower in the house and change into clean clothes. As for whether to see those special trolls, let's think about it.

Since Marshal Losa led his troops away from Lordaeron and assumed his guardianship, Archbishop Alonsos Fao became Archbishop Alonsos Fao.

At the beginning, the Archbishop was still very kind and tolerant to himself, but in the past six months, Varian found that the Archbishop was becoming more and more strict with him. Although his attitude was still as kind and friendly as ever, now even when he went out alone, he would be blamed by the other party with earnest words.

Although Fao never said a harsh word to Varian, such a respected elder spent half an hour or even longer to persuade him, Varian couldn't bear it.

But these things are not as good as the young man's character. Varian hesitated for ten minutes, then changed into clean and simple clothes and sneaked out of the palace.

After living in Lordaeron for two years, Varian certainly knew where the inn was for receiving foreign personnel.

In Varian's mind, he had no idea about the troll. He only learned from Lothar about the troll's scales and half claws, so Varian put the image of the orc he hated the most in his heart on the troll, and then he extremely twisted and ferociously processed it, and became the image of the troll in his heart.

So Varian really couldn't imagine what the monster in his heart would look like if he put on beautiful clothes.

Varian was also lucky. When he arrived near the inn, he happened to see Nibull negotiate with the inn managers.

Normally, Varian could not see these outsiders. Terenas could not allow the trolls to go out to the streets to move freely, which would inevitably cause panic among the people.

The trolls couldn't get out of the inn, and Varian couldn't get into the inn. I can only say that by chance, I met Nibull talking to the manager at the door.

Nowadays, Nibule can communicate in a common language with almost no barriers. Although she is very clear that she cannot go out casually, Nibule is really curious about the human society.

In fact, it is not just Nibull who is curious, but all the trolls are curious. What kind of society should it be that can cultivate an amazing person like teachers/protectors?

But he couldn't go out. After emphasizing discipline again, Niebull came up with a compromise plan. That is, to entrust management personnel to help buy some goods from the Lordaeron market, and to open everyone's eyes.

Nibull's plan won unanimous approval, and then he started to raise money in groups of three or three.

As Tanalis' gold production increases, everyone gradually has money in their hands.

The Hanhai Protector set the standard for each meal for soldiers is 5 silver coins, and each meal was 8 in wartime. From Nibull, Brad, to the unified standard for ordinary soldiers.

The sand trolls who were used to being hungry for a long time were still revengeful at the beginning and they ate openly, but after a long time, they subconsciously began to be frugal. Many times, each meal cannot be spent so much, and basically there will be leftovers every month.

After discussing this money, everyone decided to use it to improve the food at the end of each month, or to pay it as pocket money on average. Therefore, almost every soldier now has three or five gold coins in his pocket.

When Nibull brought the money he had raised to find the manager, the other party was still very scared at first. But when he saw Nibull talking to him in fluent lingo and showing that he asked for it, the manager finally didn't feel so nervous.

After hesitatingly took the money, the manager said that the matter needed to be reported to his superiors. Nibule nodded to show his understanding and turned around and returned to the inn.

All of this was seen by Varian in the distance. After seeing Nibule clearly, he first said in his mind:

‘So this is what the trolls look like.’

Then Varian felt extremely disappointed again, because Nibule's image was far from the monster in his mind. But then he saw Nibule politely talking to the manager and seemed to have taken out some money, Varian had a second thought:

"It seems that the difference between trolls and humans is not big. Why are trolls so scary in Marshal Lothar's mouth?"

When Nibull returned to the inn, he disappeared from Varian's vision. The young prince felt that there was no need to stay here, so he turned around and walked back with three points of disappointment, five points of doubt and two points of thinking.

But at this moment, a faint figure appeared behind Varian, stretching out his hands to grab Varian's neck!

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Chapter completed!