A Better Choice

Lothar was in a terrible mood after leaving, but Noah showed no reaction to it.

It really was not Noah being nosy. Even if Noah had not said a word, someone had already told Lothar about the situation. That person was Khadgar.

Khadgar had simply been too unlucky. Not only had Medivh burned his research report to ashes, but Lothar did not trust the young mage either.

Noah was different. As an outsider, he had always acted like one—waiting to leave and never interfering in anyone else's messy affairs.

Moreover, he was a mage highly skilled in Space magic, so his words were enough to make Lothar take the matter seriously.

What gave Lothar a headache was that the matter seemed far from simple. It involved an absolute mess of complications, exactly the sort of thing Lothar did not want to face.

Watching Lothar's departing back, Noah merely shrugged. How Lothar chose to handle it was his own problem. Noah had no intention of worrying about it.

After seeing Lothar off, Noah's original plan to head to Goldshire for a drink fell through. He dropped onto the soft bed and began recalling this part of the movie's plot.

There was not much to say about this part. It mainly concerned Orgrim betraying Durotan, causing the attempt at an alliance between humans and orcs to collapse.

Then there was Lothar's son, Callan. Medivh's magic kept him outside the defensive perimeter, and he could only watch helplessly as Blackhand slaughtered him.

But at that thought, Noah's expression turned strange again. What exactly was Blackhand's situation now?

In the original story, Lothar had blasted off one of his hands with a Dwarven pistol. But this time, Noah had walked straight into the orcs' ambush, which meant Blackhand had never come into contact with