Varian's family feast was in a good mood, but Anduin showed an unparalleled curiosity about Velon, and just like in his previous life, the young prince was curious and fond of any race other than humans. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You're still trying to train him to be a warrior?" said Benny as he stood in the garden with Varian, looking at Anduin as he was talking to the Prophet.

Varian sighed and didn't speak.

"Some people's talents are predestined by birth. Benny smiled. "There is no point in barely becoming. ”

"He's better suited to be a pastor. Varian said that Anduin had shown curiosity and affection for the Light from a very early age, and there was nothing wrong with that. "But Stormwind needs a king who can lead them into battle. ”

"You think a priest can't fight?" Benny looked surprised.

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be a paladin, would it?" asked Varian.

"Borrow your sword and use it. Benny gestured to the weapon that Varian had slung from his waist.

Varian drew his sword and handed it to Benny.

"Nice sword. "This is Stormwind's standard longsword, not the one Varian used in his previous life. "If it's broken---- don't you have to pay for it, right?"

Varian was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, Benny's right hand was already lit up with bright holy light, Varian squinted his eyes and watched the holy light cover the long sword, and then ---- his eyes widened, watching the sword turn into hot molten iron dripping to the ground in three seconds.

"This is the Light?!" Varian had never seen a Light that could melt weapons!

"There's more to the Light than that, Varian!" Benny couldn't explain to him what 'light' was, and he couldn't tell him how anything that was illuminated would heat up.

"Can all priests do this?" asked Varian, who knew the answer first, a stupid question.

"Anduin was talented in some ways. "Bennychong is showing Anduin the mouth of the holy light of the Virenunu. "How about a new teacher for him?"

"I don't know Delaney yet, Benny. Varian looked at the strange prophet. "You said they were from the same world as the orcs. ”

"I won't go into details, their history is too long. Benny said. "They are a race of Light, and I think that is enough. ”

"I still hope he can be a fighter. Varian shook his head stubbornly. "He should carry on the traditions of the House of Wrynn. ”

"Okay. "After all, it's someone else's family affair, and Benny can't interfere too much. "But some people are destined to follow a certain path, it's not fate, it's his own choice. ”

"I'm not prejudiced against the Light, Benny, it's just a family tradition. Varian explained.

"Let's talk about the Wild West. Benny ended the conversation. "Do you have a plan?"

"You've got it, haven't you?" the question was asked by Benny, who must have had the whole plan.

"Is Westspring Fortress under your control?" Benny asked directly.

"Still, the garrison there belongs to the Stormwind garrison, and all garrisons are currently under the control of the royal family. Varian paused. "But recently some forces are infiltrating them, and I sent secret forces to stop them, and they disappeared immediately. ”

Benny nodded: "Send your most trusted generals, select some elite men who are familiar with the situation, and Lord Veron will go to the Western Wilderness with them." ”

"Prophet?" Varian frowned.

"This is the Draenei clan to show their sincerity. Benny said. "Although we will not join the alliance, there will be the necessary diplomacy. And it will also give you an idea of the Draenei's style of doing things----- as well as their strength. ”

"His Excellency the Prophet has shown me His power. Varian smiled inexplicably. "Boundless, as deep as the sea. ”

"The Draenei have brought with them 100 of their most elite warriors, who are the Draenei's personal guards, known as the 'Prophet's Hand'. Just give them the 'Brotherhood of Defia'. Benny paused, looking at Varian with some hesitation.

"Is there any condition?" said Varian, bluntly. "Just say it. Benny showed enough sincerity that it could even be called a favor, and it was his turn.

"I need half the population of the Wild West!" "Since Varian didn't want to spare the circle, Benny said bluntly.

"Population?!" Varian frowned. He looked at Benny and thought for a moment.

"Lordaeron has lost more than 60% of its population to the invasion of the army of the dead!" Benny said. "Lordaeron is being rebuilt and needs manpower in every way, so I hope to be able to recruit displaced people to Lordaeron in the Wild West, and I will give them land to cultivate and jobs to feed them. This will also ease the difficulty of food shortages for Stormwind!"

"I need to rebuild the Wild West with hands, Benny. Varian's face was serious. "Half of the population of the Western Wilderness is not a small number!" Although there have been many natural and man-made disasters in recent years, the population there has not decreased much, one is because the 'Brotherhood of Defia' has recruited a large number of mercenaries and displaced people there, resulting in the inflow of people from other places, and the other is because the people there have nowhere to go except the Western Wilderness!

"I can exchange something with you. Benny pulled out a sealed scroll from his space bag and handed it to Varian.

Varian took the scroll, "What is this?"

"Farm machinery and the latest weapons!"

Varian opened the scroll, and his eyes widened in amazement.

"Musket?" Varian looked up. "Are you sure there's such a thing?" A musket capable of firing holy light bullets is a fantasy!

Benny pulls out an all-metal musket from his space bag and hands it to Varian, who picks up the pygmy technology musket and looks for something to shoot.

Benny took out another shield and leaned it against a pillar not far away, clearly prepared for the scene.

Varian looked at Benny as he lifted his musket and pulled the trigger directly. The golden light bullet hit the shield with a whirring sound of rubbing the air, and the exploding light startled Anduin not far away.

"Your Majesty!" several guards rushed in, patrolling left and right.

"It's okay, all out!" Varian waved his hand and walked towards the shield.

"Father!" Anduin ran to Varian's side, a little confused.

Varian silently looked at the shield that had been blown to the side, there was a circular pit in the center of the shield, the heat burned the paint on it black, and the residual temperature on the shield made the grass on the side yellow.

"I want 3,000 of these muskets!" Varian turned his head, his eyes shining at Benny.

"I mean, you're pretty direct. Benny shook his head and smiled, he liked the directness. "Up to 2,000 pieces, plus 100 farm machines!"

"That farm machine, you have to make sure it's like it's written. Varian shook the scroll.

"Of course!" Benny nodded affirmatively. "One machine, 10 acres of land per hour, will not consume more than half of the labor!" (To be continued.) )