"Father!" Anduin blurted out in shock. "How can you ......"

Varian didn't stop, and he had to make everything clear at the beginning. He can't let his son be so innocent forever. Sometimes, simplicity also means ignorance.

"Anduin, I can still control the power of the church and weaken their influence. But if one day I'm gone, can you do it? ”

Anduin couldn't understand it. "Why? What has the Church done to our detriment? Why is it too redundant for you to worry so much, father? ”

Varian sighed.

"I must warn you, Anduin. You are my son, a prince, and a future king. You see, if you're going to rule a kingdom, you can't let anyone else have the ability to compete with you. ”

Anduin was stunned. "But ......"

Varian interrupted him: "It's a good thing that the people have faith. I also admit that the Church of Light has always been our friend. But, as kings, when problems arise, the people trust and beg for hope - it should be the king and not the ethereal light. ”

The young prince frowned, his father's words obviously conflicted with his path of light, and it was difficult for him to accept.

"Father, do you have to choose one of the two?" Anduin was emotional. "Why do you have to be against the church?"

Varian raised an eyebrow, and his tone was visibly displeased. "Anduin, I don't support you in learning the Light. Now I think it's a mistake even more. You should understand where you stand! The future King of Ureon. ”

"Does it mean to be a good king at the expense of those who are good to him?" Anduin erupted completely uncontrollably. "Father, do you think it's so natural and deserved? Once a mother, now Uncle Boval. And what about the future? Is it that even I can be sacrificed when you feel necessary? Father, what is the most important thing in your eyes? What are we in your eyes? ”

"Enough!"

Anduin didn't mean to stop for the slightest. "Oh yes, and! At the time of Theramore. Father, you are not, and you abandoned it so easily......"

"Smack!"

Anduin covered his face in disbelief and looked at his father in disbelief.

Varian himself was stunned.

Tears slowly accumulated in Anduin's eyes. The little prince pursed his lips vigorously so that he didn't look so fragile as to be vulnerable.

However, this futile insistence was even more uncomfortable in Varian's heart.

Okay, why is the atmosphere between father and son always so stiff? Obviously, it was good at the beginning...... He also doesn't want to hurt his feelings with his beloved children for one thing or another. He also knew that he had just been too emotional.

However, Anduin did not understand...... No one understands the pain in his heart when he makes a choice. The only one who understands. has been pushed away from his side by himself.

Now he has only his children left. But his children have not grown up enough to understand him.

What a contradiction.

If Anduin had a difficult childhood like him, maybe he would have understood the responsibility of being a ****. But after all, it was his own child, and Varian didn't want Anduin to have the same hard time as he did when he was a child. What's more, he has lost his mother early. But now it seems. Anduin was so well protected that it was too simply unfit for something as filthy as politics.

Once a child's important growth period is missed, it is ten times more difficult to change his mindset.

But what could he do?

Anduin was his only son.

The burden of the future of the kingdom of Azeroth, and indeed of human society, will inevitably fall on this young child.

"When are you ...... to grow up...... Anduin. Varian's words were filled with indescribable gloom and weariness. He turned and walked out the door, his back looking lonely and lonely.

"I'll go out for a walk."

There was no answer from his son. Varian stood in the doorway and said without looking back.

"Remember. Anduin. I am king and I am a king to appease my people - if you fail to do this, it is a dereliction of your duty as a king. ”

With that, he walked out quickly.

The rest room that the archbishop had arranged for them was already in the backyard of the church, and although it was much quieter than the one in front, it was inevitable that people would come and go.

Varian doesn't want people to see what he looks like when he's down, so he always deliberately picks up places where there are fewer people. Soon they walked to the back of the church.

"Here......" Varian looked at the large iron door that was hidden, and sighed with emotion.

Before he knew it, he had already walked to the church's cemetery, no wonder it was calm and remote here. Varian thought for a moment. Pushed open the door and walked into the deepest part of the inside.

………………

Terry was in a hurry, it had been a long time since Berval had been on board. Why didn't there be any movement at all. But his skills are far inferior to Bolval, and if he is an opponent that Bolval has fallen into, he will only go up to deliver food.

Just as he hesitated to choose between going up to explore or simply going to Shining Gold Town to move the troops, his boat shook violently.

"Holy!!" He was busy balancing his body so he didn't fall, and then he looked back to see what had happened to his stern.

A black nightblade leopard was staring at him with dark eyes.

Terry couldn't help but swallow nervously.

Before Terry could decide whether to abandon ship and escape or have a friendly fight with the Nightblade Leopard, the Nightblade Leopard's body changed again. A cloud of green light enveloped the purple fur of the Nightblade Leopard, and its form slowly twisted and changed.

When the green light dissipated, the Nightblade Leopard in place had transformed into a long, jade Night Elf man.

"Hello. My name is Broll. Brower politely greeted Terry with a Night Elf greeting. Are you a friend of Berval? Me too. But it seems like he's in trouble? ”

Terry swallowed. "Yes."

Brower glanced at the ship in the distance and asked, "How long has he been up?" ”

"It's been half an hour."

Browl frowned and pulled a sign out of his pocket and gave it to Terry. "I'll go up and have a look, and in half an hour if I don't come back. Take this to the mayor of Shining Gold. ”

With that, Brower transformed again, this time into a crow, and approached the ship directly from the sky.

Before Terry could react, Brower had already run.

"Why am I again......"

Terry reluctantly held the nameplate in his hand and continued to wait anxiously. (To be continued.) )

PS: Actually, Bolval's time point is earlier than Varian's, forget it, it's like this, now that I think it's too late to adjust. Anyway, it's not bad. Oops, why haven't you reached the big dog blood spot yet...... So boring!!!!