Stormwind Palace.

"What are you doing here?" Anyone with ears could hear the pent-up anger in their voices.

"It's so well preserved...... Katrana looked up unconsciously, and replied. Her fingers slid lightly over the clothes in front of her. "You said yes? Bowall. ”

She turned around and smiled at the man in front of her.

If there was any real damage to her eyes, I'm afraid that Catlana's finger would have been cut off by Berval long ago.

"This is not the place for you." Bolval said as calmly as he could.

"Oh, is this where you should be?" Katrana closed her closet and looked around. "The Queen's Bedroom." A sneering smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"I heard from the maid that you came here."

"Hmm...... Yes, what's wrong? You've found me now, do you have something to say to me? ”

Bowel was speechless.

He had just casually asked about her whereabouts, but when he heard the maid say that she had come to this place, he couldn't help but hurry over. As soon as I came in, I saw her looking at the wedding dress.

Bolval bluntly made a reason. "The palace governor wants to talk to you, and the few ingredients you designated to prepare for the banquet may not be delivered in time."

Katrana looked at him seriously, then let out a shrill laugh, "That's a funny reason. One time this will not be available, and the other time it will be out of stock. Is it so hard for Stormwind to have a decent wedding? ”

Boval was silent.

Katrana thought he looked ridiculous. "Everything else can be discussed, but isn't it ridiculous that you say that as a bride, you don't even have a wedding dress?"

"Isn't the Tailor Guild in Stormwind already preparing for you?"

Katrana smiled a virtuous smile: "Since you have repeatedly said that the treasury is so tight, then I will not hesitate to refrain from a little thing. I think it's okay to change this one. ”

Boval's hands clenched unconsciously.

"Don't you regret not seeing this wedding dress on your body? Shall I fulfill your wish? Katrana covered her mouth and smiled, her pretty black eyes looking at the expression on his face without blinking.

"Please don't talk nonsense!" Bolval said stiffly, word for word. "I don't know what you're talking about? This dress is a national gift from Darnassus, and it's not something you can say right now. ”

"Oh, is it? Okay, then I'll go and tell Your Majesty now. Katrana turned and walked out the door. I think Your Majesty will agree. ”

Listening to the sound of Catlana's heels stepping on the ground fading away, Bovar walked to the closet. The hand stretched out slightly, but stopped in front of the handle.

He looked at his hand for a long time and sighed. He took his hand back.

The thought that Katrana will become the new queen will erase all traces of her. He actually felt a slight taste of despair.

Will His Majesty grant her request?

Maybe for Your Majesty, it's just a piece of clothing.

At this time, a group of uninvited guests were entering the periphery of Stormwind City.

"This is Stormwind?" Valera looked at the tall white city wall in front of her, pulling her own hood, "It looks good, the city wall is very tall and thick, of course, it is still far from beautiful compared to Silvermoon City." ”

Along the way, Valera has suffered a lot. Originally, overcoming the demon addiction was an extremely hard thing, in order not to drag the friends back. Valella was almost strapped to Broll's back and didn't get a good night's rest. For the first few days, Valera almost wanted to die. Fortunately, with the healing techniques of Shia and Brower to help her, and the potion that Brower configured was so bitter that she could bite off her tongue, otherwise she would not have escaped the fate of becoming a heartbreaker.

But. Fortunately, she has now successfully quit her addiction and survived strongly.

Thea looked at the tall city wall with mixed feelings. Ragash approached her and patted her gently.

She smiled at Lagersh. But Lagash knew in her heart that she cared, that she cared about it.

It was also a thorn in his heart.

"Your Majesty, allow me to clear the way for you!" Marshal Windsor said.

Ragash raised his hand. "Wish."

Wendthor saluted him. Then he rode ahead and led the way.

Your Majesty...... I beg your pardon, this is the last time I will serve you.

"It's Marshal Wendsol!" Passing Stormwind guards hurriedly saluted him.

"Marshal Windsor is back!" The Stormwind soldiers rushed to tell each other.

"Marshal Windsor is back!?" Stormwind City Defense Supreme Commander Marcus. General Jonathan asked the herald running beside him.

"Yes. Checkmate! The young man replied excitedly.

"Okay, great. Our hero is finally back. The herald, playing the heroic horn of triumph, informed the King that His Majesty the Marshal had returned. "Marcus ordered:

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"I refuse!" Varian said lightly.

"Why, Your Majesty." Katrana felt that something had come as a surprise to her.

"There's no reason, Katrana." Varian said coldly. "I thought you were a smart woman. It should be clear that marrying you is just a compromise with the nobles. Compared to those young and willful aristocratic ladies, I certainly think that you, who have always taken care of Anduin, are the most suitable marriage match. But that's about it. ”

"Your Majesty......" Katrana softened her voice and leaned over. Wasn't your marriage to Tiffin also a political transaction? Compared to her, I at least really admire you...... Otherwise, I'd just be celibate for so many years. ”

Political Marriage ...... Varian almost burst out laughing. He suddenly remembered the first time he and Tiffin had met.

Seeing that he was silent, Katrana continued to say, "The nobles of Stormwind City all say that Bovar is ......"

"Enough!" Varian's rare stern attitude cut her off. "If I ever hear anyone say something like this...... Stormwind prison still has a few mouths closed. ”

Katrana was about to say something when a loud horn sounded.

"It's the Heroic Triumph!" Varian stood up and walked to the balcony. "Let me see which of my warriors has returned."

He leaned out. "Oh. It's Marshal Wendthall! I'm so glad he's back! ”

"What? Wendsol? Katrana hurried over to him and looked down.

Damn, didn't my brother say that he was locked up by the Black Iron Dwarves and would never be in Stormwind? Katrana thought through gritted teeth, then heard a cry of surprise from Varian beside her.

"Who is that person? The man next to Wendsol actually looks exactly like me! ”

"What ?!!" Katrana also noticed the man next to Wendsol! That's right! That's another piece of bad news! No, she can't fall short again.

Katrana looked around, and saw the figure of Marcus, the Supreme Commander of Stormwind's City Defenses, in her field of vision.

She immediately shouted at him, "Marcus! Quick, see that bandit pretending to be His Majesty? Grab him!! And the traitor who walked with him - Wendthall!! Put them at the bottom of Stormwind prison! ”

That's when Marcus discovers Ragash who is with Wedsol. Seeing the face that was exactly the same as the king's except for the scars, he was stunned for a moment.

At this time, Wendsol calmly stepped forward: "Marcus! My brother, I'm so glad to see you. ”

"Wendsol, who is this person in front of you......?"

"Marcus, I swear in the name of the Holy Light that the people around me are the true kings of Stormwind!"

Marcus looked hesitantly at Varian and an angry Katrana on the balcony. "But Your Majesty is obviously ......"

"I don't know who the king on the balcony is, but I can assure you with my life - Katrana is a black dragon!"

Like all those who heard the news for the first time, Marcus was stunned. He stood stupidly at the doorway of Stormstorm Fortress, like a statue.

"Let us go, Marcus." Wendthor said calmly.

There was a convincing force in his voice that made Marcus involuntarily take a step back to the side. But this step also made him completely sober.

"In the name of the Light," said Marcus, "prove your word, and I will join you in confronting the Black Dragon you speak of." If what you say is false...... Then I will never let you go if I fight for my own life. ”

"Okay, keep up, old man." Wendthor smiled and drew his sword.

Old man, it's a pity...... This is the last time we'll be together.

Katrana and Varian had already galloped to the throne room of the Stormwind Fortress.

"Wendsol, why are you bringing someone pretending to me back to Stormwind?" Varian asked, but his gaze was fixed on Ragash, unmoving.

In the face of his gaze, Ragash did not back down.

The eyes of the two intertwined, and sparks could be faintly seen splashing and dark thunder surging.

The strange thing is that there is a feeling of both familiarity and strangeness in the hearts of the two people at the same time, like suddenly raising their eyes, but seeing another self in the mirror.

Hearing this voice, seeing this Varian, Xia suddenly felt her hands tremble. She subconsciously glanced at Lagash.

If it weren't for Ragash being by her side, she almost suspected she was mistaken.

However, there were too many people on the scene who reacted faster than her!

"Guards! Guardsman! Katrana called out to the guards. Now, kill these intruders at once, and leave not one behind! ”

"What do you mean? Katrana! Varian looked at her angrily. This is not the place for you to point fingers! I'm going to listen to Wendsol's explanation! ”

"Oh, really?" A sinister smile crossed Katrana's lips, "Then you can see who they listen to!" ”