A seventh-level warrior is a division of strength for professionals in Azeroth, a level classification that originated from the high elves of Quel'Thalas. Its origins can be traced back to the highborne elves of over ten thousand years ago, who studied the use of arcane energy under the radiance of the Well of Eternity. To clearly and conveniently describe the effects of arcane magic, they divided spells into levels one through nine, and legendary spells beyond level nine that could destroy the Azeroth. Over time, this system of classification became widespread.
Later, a portion of the Highborne elves were exiled, becoming the high elves known today. They brought their system of professional ranks with them, which was later adopted by human society. However, the way energy is harnessed differs across professions, especially among human mages. While humans also follow a ranking system from Tier One to Tier Nine, with the Legendary Hero tier above that, they often use more general terms such as novice, adept, master, and legendary/hero to describe a professional's standing.
Galen had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and he already had a plan in mind. "Father, I was just about to ask for your permission to go out and have an adventure. I plan to go to Ironforge of the dwarves, or to Dalaran, the magocracy, to broaden my horizons."
"That's not a problem. Ironforge and we have annual trade in grain. You can depart with the caravan. I have some friendship with their King Magni. I'll write a letter for you to take to him and give him my regards. Dalaran is even simpler. You can visit Archmage Antonidas of the Kirin Tor as a prince then." Thoras knew that his son had shown great maturity since he was young. He always diligently completed the combat skills he taught, never slacking off, and even adding some projects himself. Self-awareness, self-improvement, and intelligence have created a perfect crown prince for the kingdom.
"No problem, Father." Galen had expected this outcome. In the past, Galen was too young and not strong enough, and as the heir to the kingdom, the king's only son, his safety was paramount. Now he is a seventh-level warrior, and his master strength is enough to face most dangers. A fledgling cannot always be under the wings of its parents.
Galen's plan was to follow the two small trade caravans he had built up over the past few years to Dalaran or Ironforge, with a guard of about twenty men under his command for protection. This caravan was built by Galen using the manor and some money granted to him by Thoras. Over the years, it had earned Galen a lot of money. The name of the royal caravan was just too useful.
At this moment, the servants in the palace walked in, each carrying a portion of food. They then realized that they were already hungry. The three of them each chose their favorite food. Galen chose a roast highland goat leg and a raptor tenderloin, and began to gobble them up.
Galen was eating with a greasy mouth, and in his heart, he was calculating to take all his belongings with him when he went on the adventure, the gold coins that the caravan had earned him over the years. Based on his experience playing various real-time strategy games in his previous life, these gold coins might be useful when building a base.
"Father, my caravan has been resting in Stromgarde for some time. I'm going to prepare tomorrow and then I can set off. If the timing is right, I can also depart with Danath." Galen chewed on the tenderloin, not forgetting to tell Thoras his plan.
"Are you planning to go north to Dalaran or south to Ironforge?" Thoras's eating manners were very elegant. Although he was a warrior, and sometimes acted directly and rashly, he was also a king. After more than ten years in a high position, royal etiquette had been deeply ingrained in his bones.
"I plan to go and see the dwarven kingdom first, Father." In fact, Galen had never thought about going to Ironforge. The climate there was freezing cold, a huge difference from the mild climate of the Arathi Highlands. Galen's main purpose was to go to the border of the kingdom to find a place to set up a Warcraft base.
"Come over early tomorrow morning. I'll prepare a gift and a letter. You can give them to King Magni for me then." "Okay, Father."
When Galen and Danath left the council hall, the sky outside was already full of stars.
The night in Arathi was the same as the day, the sky was gray. The castle was located at the highest point of the entire city. Galen and Danath were now looking out from the window of the castle, and could vaguely see the shadow of the outermost gate fortress.
This city was originally built as a military fortress, so the city was divided into several areas by towering walls, each area had its own gate. During wartime, each gate would be closed in the evening, which was probably the curfew in the world of Azeroth.
Now it was just nightfall, and it was the time when the citizens of Stromgarde returned home to rest after a busy day, chatting with their children at the table, waiting for their wives to prepare dinner. Galen quietly looked at the myriad of lights, and his mood eased.
"It's rare to see you quiet down, Galen. You always seem so impatient." Danath glanced at Galen and also began to look out over the city.
"I haven't seen it before. It's rare to discover the beauty of Stromgarde. I'll just look at it for a while." At this moment, Galen's eyes were already a little empty. "Danath, we will protect this kingdom, right?"
Danath was a little strange when he heard this: "Isn't our mission to protect this kingdom?"
Danath didn't understand why Galen would ask this. He didn't know that what Galen saw was not only the bright pearl city in the Arathi night, where the people were well-fed and clothed, but also the dilapidated city gates, the decaying city walls, the ruins, the scattered people, and the lingering breaths that might appear in the future in his eyes.
He, Galen Trollbane, was a complete failure in the original story, simply too ill-fated. Transmigrating to become the kingdom's only heir was originally a good thing. Not to mention wielding power over the world and enjoying the beauty, at least it would be a life of great wealth, but there was a great law of Azeroth, the tragedy law of princes. From Arthas to Kael'thas, these two famous ones, to Liam Greymane, the prince of Gilneas later, each one experienced hardships and did not die well.
If Galen hadn't transmigrated, Warcraft Galen in the original plot wouldn't have fared well either. First, he would have committed the heinous crime of killing his father like Arthas. Soon after, the Scourge and the orc internment camp riots would follow, bringing a fatal blow to the already exhausted kingdom, greatly damaging its vitality, and turning it from a world-renowned military power in the human world to decline.
Warcraft Galen was also tenacious. In addition, Stromgarde, an ancient kingdom of thousands of years, had its own complete military system. The people were also tenacious and had a strong belief in defending their homes, which allowed Stromgarde to survive these two difficulties.
However, after the orc rebellion and the Scourge, the people lost confidence in the country and ran away with Jaina. Then, there were ogre invasions and Syndicate rebellions. The tide of the great era had already arrived, and Azeroth had entered an era of multiple disasters.
I will break this tragic fate. I will protect this peace and protect this kingdom. So mote it be!