Ryan Wrien

Race: Human

Faction: Alliance

Identity: The ruler of the Kingdom of Azeroth before the Storm Kingdom.

Although Simon knew very little about Ryan's life because he had never shown any face in the game, Ryan was also very famous because he had two things known to all players of Warcraft.

First, he has a good son. He is the father of King Varian Wrien in the game, and the grandfather of the little prince Anduin Wrien Hearthstone Dirty Shepherd.

Secondly, he died in the Orc War and at the hands of the orc assassin Garona. Because of his death, the Storm Kingdom, which lost its backbone, was defeated in the Orc War, and the magnificent Storm City was captured and dug. His good friend Lothar had to take the young Varian to exile Lordaeron to seek the protection and help of Terenas Minaiheil, and finally establish an alliance to fight against the orcs together.

The young man who called himself Ryan Wrien was in his early twenties no matter how he looked.

Such a weird first meeting, Simon couldn't help but glance at the bag of food in his arms.

There is also the yi sentence that is simply Amway's tone, "Have you heard of the Wrien family?" Let Simon recall the QQ group that was shrouded in the insect swarm. "Friend, have you heard of the warship girl R?"

Thunder rolls!

Simon felt that a row of crows flew over his forehead, and he was in a bad mood.

Is there a crisis in Stormwind City's finances now? Ryan, you come to your friend's house to make a living. I can understand it even if you take it with me after eating, but what does it mean to pack it secretly?

What about Guang Zhengwei, who promised to be brave in Stormwind City?

Simon looked at Ryan, who was smiling in front of him and waiting for his answer, so speechless that he wanted to cover his face.

He turned his head away. "I know, but I want to be quieter now."

"Jingjing?" Ryan blinked. "Who is Jingjing?"

Although I used to play tribes, the style of the wax city management tribe players were also impressed. And are you sure the style of his father in front of me really his own son? Simon finally couldn't help but reach out to cover his eyes.

Been defeated

Simon just fell into his own complaints, but forgot about it. After meeting for the first time, the two people who had been reporting their names should also reply with their surnames. Ryan waited for a long time and saw that Simon did not seem to have the intention to report his name. He was wondering if the customs of the elves were different from humans, and he had to remind Simon. "What is your name?"

"Simon." Simon casually added a surname in the style of elf. "Simon Morning Breeze."

After passing each other's names, while Yi walked, Ryan asked in a chatting tone: "What are you doing in Karazan?"

Simon was actually thinking about how he should continue to hang out with Karazan. After all, Alice, who picked him up, said that he would leave at night. However, there was no idea where the timeline was wrong. Before he found the problem, he could not leave Karazan, the biggest problem. He glanced at Ryan.

Should he hug the golden thigh in front of him? Or hug it? Or is he hug it with moral integrity?

Why do others travel through time and make thighs, but he wants to hold thighs? After Simon silently, he decided to remove his integrity from the line.

"Actually, I'm here to visit Medivon, the owner of Karazan." Simon said lightly. "I don't know if he's awake."

There was a moment of gloom on Ryan's face, but he quickly became vague. "Sorry, the Meade nickname is still sleeping. I'm afraid you won't see him for the time being."

"How many years have he been in a coma?"

Ryan's tone was a little depressed. "It will be exactly seven years after tomorrow."

Seven years

No, it’s not that I’ve been in a coma for six years, but why has it become seven years? Did I remember it wrong?

Simon quickly searched carefully for fragments of memory. Some said it was six years, some said it was damned for more than twenty years, but what was going on?

For no reason, he suddenly felt that perhaps Medivh woke up from his sleep would be an important time.

"Have you tried anything to wake him up?"

Ryan shook his head. "I've tried all the ways I can try. The mage, the priest, and even invited the night elves' druids and the moon gods to sacrifice. But no one knows what happened to Mead."

His tone was low, and even Simon could hear the concern of his friends in his words.

"Actually, I'm Crasus' apprentice." Simon almost thought about his lies. "I'm very interested in Medivh's lethargy in private, so I came here this time without my mentor. I want to observe his lethargy in close proximity."

Ryan suddenly raised his head, and his blue eyes stared at Simon without a moment. Blue is a very clear color, but Simon felt that the blue was a little cold at that moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Ryan smiled, "It's a bit strange that the elves care about Made, after all, Made is a human."

"But he is the Guardian."

"That's right." Ryan asked suddenly, "Will you attend the banquet tonight?"

"Banquet?" Simon shook his head. "I'm not a guest."

"Then how did you get into Karazan? Those who don't get the invitation cannot get into Karazan."

"Uh" Simon felt embarrassed, so he chose to confess honestly. He said vaguely: "I fainted when the teleportation spell made a mistake, and my people happened to pass by and rescue him here. However, without the permission of the master, I should still leave. Maybe my actions were a little presumptuous. Haha."

"Well, the magic defense near Karazan is very strong, and I actually want to use teleportation to Karazan." Ryan looked at Simon almost sympathetically. "You are already lucky if you are not dead."

Why does this truth sound so uncomfortable?

"But you can stay." Ryan's words turned around and finally said the sentence Simon wanted to hear the most. "I've made the decision to do this."

Simon was overjoyed. "Thank you."

Ryan shook his head. "I am Made's friend. I hope Made can wake up better than anyone else. So, I don't want to miss any hope. Please do your best."

As they said that, the two of them had already walked to the door of Simon's cottage temporarily living.

"Uh, then goodbye."

"You live here?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Ryan turned around and continued to move upwards. "See you later."

"Oh, OK, goodbye."

Simon said goodbye to Ryan and entered the house, then was startled by Alice's blue face.

"Love Alice." Why did he suddenly feel like he was caught by his mother when he came home from a monk at night? He was so tangled that he couldn't even explain his words clearly.

Recently, I suddenly have a lot of things at work. Every day I am so busy that I just want to fall asleep after get off work.

In addition, to be honest, I may not have pulled it out of the previous story, so there was something wrong with the main line. So I accepted the criticism from the boss and prepared to tear the manuscript and rewrite the outline.

Anyway, it's only 50,000 words now, and few people are trapped, and those who are trapped are whipping me every day in the group.

so, no eunuch.

What a joke? If you want a eunuch, you have to wait for the person who entered the pit to rain. There are only two or three kittens in our pit. Let me think about how to make your relatives look more beautiful when they fall into the pit.
Chapter completed!