In a bachelor apartment, a man was intently sitting in front of his computer, playing World of Warcraft, deftly operating the mouse and keyboard.
The screen displayed his character battling a humanoid boss clad in red and white armor.
After a while, the young man stopped. The computer screen showed: "You have slain Prince Galen Trollbane, and looted the Trollbane Talisman."
The man clicked Hearthstone, preparing to return and submit the quest. As he cast Hearthstone, he seemed to see the screen display: "Four Talismans have been collected. Conditions met. Initiating activation."
Just as the man was wondering, the computer screen suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, engulfing him.
On the brilliant and shining planet of Azeroth, in the southern Arathi Highlands of the continent of Lordaeron, a majestic city stood like a gray-white behemoth.
This was Stromgarde, an ancient fortified city and the capital of a kingdom steeped in history.
Although the the two moons had long since passed, it was now early morning. The sky was still a hazy gray, but the ancient city did not appear gloomy and desolate. On the contrary, it seemed vibrant due to the bustling activity on the streets.
Under the leadership of the Trollbane family, Stromgarde was becoming increasingly prosperous and thriving.
At the highest point in the center of the city stood a military fortress. At this moment, in the wide training grounds in front of the castle, two figures, one large and one small, were engaged in combat. The two were respectively wielding weapons similar to a broadsword and a two-handed great axe. Figures darted around the field, light flashed, and the sound of clashing weapons echoed continuously.
Although the duel between the two seemed fierce, it was clear that the larger of the two, a man over two meters tall, had a firm upper hand. This rugged-looking man had bulging muscles on his arms, making him incredibly strong, with a broad back and a thick waist.
The other figure appeared to be a teenager, with a naive look on his face, only about sixteen or seventeen years old. He only reached the strong man's chin, but was still about one meter seventy-eight in height, and bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to the man, with the same resolute look and a similarly robust build, as strong as a young calf.
The two parried and struck, exchanging blows. At this moment, the teenager, seeing that his offensive was not gaining any advantage, rolled his eyes. "Father, take this!"
As he spoke, a sly glint flashed in the teenager's eyes as he swung his greatsword from bottom to top at a tricky angle towards the man's waist.
"Well done!" The man's eyes lit up, a hint of admiration flashing across his face, as if he greatly approved of the teenager's sword. He then turned his giant axe, using the axe's barb to block the sword.
"Galen, it seems that after your promotion to high-ranking warrior yesterday, your grasp of combat has also greatly improved."
"That's because of my father's good teaching, and of course, because of my extraordinary talent, hahaha."
As the teenager spoke, he slashed diagonally with his sword again.
"You little rascal, always boasting about yourself." As he spoke, the man easily blocked the teenager's blade again.
After practicing like this for a while, the man forced the teenager back with a simple chop.
"Alright, let's stop here. Clean yourself up, and come to the council hall in an hour." After saying that, the man handed the giant axe to the guard standing aside, straightened his clothes, which were a bit messy from the competition, and prepared to leave the training grounds.
"Father, am I going to attend the kingdom's meeting?" Galen asked, placing the broadsword on the weapon rack next to him, his eyes looking at his father.
"No, your cousin Danath has returned, and I have something to discuss with him. Moreover, you have already become a high-level professional. You are only twelve years old this year. I didn't have your talent at your age. I have seen your hard work and sweat, and I am ready to agree to your request to travel abroad."
The man's eyes were full of admiration and approval, and a hint of pride. This was his only son.
"Go, change your clothes, and I'll see you in the council hall." After saying that, he turned and left, his pace steady, unaffected by the intense competition just now.
Watching his father gradually walk away, Galen smiled. He could finally go out. The Warcraft base had been stored in his mind for too long.
It wasn't easy. Galen had been waiting for this day for too long. Ever since he transmigrated to Azeroth and was reborn as the character he had last killed in the game, he had been waiting for an opportunity to change his destiny and the destiny of the people around him. Today, he finally received the approval of his father, King Thoras.
That's right, Thoras Trollbane, the Lord Paramount of Stromgarde, an ancient kingdom of thousands of years, the King of the Kingdom of Stromgarde, one of the seven human kingdoms, the ruler of the Arathi Highlands, a king known throughout the human world for his bravery.
And Galen was Thoras Trollbane's only son. When he learned that he had transmigrated to the world of Azeroth, Galen was reluctant. Although Galen was a hardcore World of Warcraft player in his previous life, starting from the era of the nine cities, he had played on and off for more than ten years, from the main force of the guild to the later lore enthusiast and casual player, he hadn't missed a single expansion.
But it was precisely because he understood it too deeply that he knew that Azeroth was a disaster-ridden planet. Although Azeroth's world-soul was still dormant, once it awakened, it would be far stronger than the Titans of the Pantheon, and had blocked the invasion of the Burning Legion's army ten thousand years ago.
But he couldn't bear to see Azeroth lying dormant. Though it was strong, as a native of Azeroth, this pillar couldn't be depended on at this stage.
Galen was twelve years old this year, Prince Varian Wrynn of Stormwind was nine years old this year, three years younger than him. Varian was born ten years before the opening of the Dark Portal, so next year was D-Day of the Dark Portal. Orcs from Draenor would flood into Azeroth from the Dark Portal like a tide, and the southern Kingdom of Stormwind would begin to resist the orcs. Then, King Llane Wrynn would be assassinated in the fourth year of the Dark Portal, and Stormwind would fall.
Then, in the fifth year of the Dark Portal, Anduin Lothar would lead the refugees and the young prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind across the sea to Southshore, and ask the other six human kingdoms for help. Finally, under the leadership of King Terenas Menethil of Lordaeron, the Alliance was formed.
Immediately afterwards, the new Alliance clashed with the Orcish Horde. This Second Orc War lasted for two years, and finally the Human Alliance won.
It was also during these two years of war that Galen's kingdom of Stromgarde, as a bridgehead against the orcs, lost nearly two-thirds of its elite troops. Then the Alliance built orc internment camps, which cost a huge amount of money, making the people of Stromgarde overwhelmed. The national strength was seriously depleted, and even the slave riots of the orcs in the internment camps were difficult to suppress.
With excessive loss of national strength, the number of men decreased, and the people lost confidence in the royal family. It was no wonder that a large number of people abandoned their homes after the outbreak of the undead Scourge, followed Jaina to Kalimdor, and only 3,000 people remained in Refuge Point to eke out an existence.
The future will be a destruction of the country and the death of the family.
Alas, sighing, as a prince, I feel a lot of pressure. Galen strolled into the courtyard, preparing to go to his room to change clothes before going to the council hall.
In fact, for twelve years, Galen had already accepted his current identity. Since he had already transmigrated, the matter was a foregone conclusion. Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he should accept reality as soon as possible, find an opportunity to break the situation, change his destiny, and save Azeroth along the way, which was a wonderful thought.
With a goal in his heart, Galen worked hard. From the age of five, Galen followed his brave father to learn combat skills. Thoras Trollbane, a legendary warrior, was one of the top combat forces in Stromgarde. He was also the most capable fighter among the Seven Kings. Even King Genn Greymane of Gilneas and Admiral Daelin Proudmoore were slightly inferior to Thoras.
Seeing his only son's diligence and hard work on the path of the warrior, Thoras not only spared no effort to guide Galen in his spare time, but even when he was busy with government affairs, he would ask his captain of the palace guard to guide Galen in martial arts. Galen lived up to expectations, and his strength advanced by leaps and bounds. At the age of twelve, he advanced in strength and became a skilled warrior .