That night, Locke hammered his head in his bedroom.

Varian is indeed a charismatic man who does not despise himself because of his origins. Nor did he talk about Kalia marrying him, and he was as hospitable as an ordinary visiting king of a neighboring country. But what Locke could see was Varian's eagle-eyed eyes and unconsciously strained hands when talking about Calia. He didn't completely let go of his concern for Kalia as he seemed.

But this made Locke feel at ease, at least he really cared about Kalia.

Thinking back to this morning's banquet, the nobles of Stormwind City were very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Locke felt that there was definitely some conspiracy hidden in it. Even that Onexia clinked glasses with herself and had a lively conversation...

What exactly are they going to do?

Boom! Boom!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty King Varian, please go to Stormwind Fortress." Outside the door, Mario whispered, "Are you going to meet?" Your Majesty? ”

At this time? Locke thrashed his alcohol-numbed thoughts, and he looked out the window, it was pitch black, and there was no sound around the embassy.

"Didn't you ask what the reason was?" Locke got up and began to pack his clothes.

"For the sake of the Tribal Summit," Mario replied truthfully.

Locke, the maid Locke arranged for Locke in Stormwind, did not accept it, and he was afraid that Onexia would poison him. So, he could only fumble in the closet by himself, and found a dress to change into.

This time he went to the Stormwind Kingdom, and Locke didn't bring anything with him. The Hammer of the Silver Hand was left in the Church of Light, and Scamdor was placed in Ivar's throne room due to its special significance. Even the Phoenix Twin Blades remained in Iva and he didn't bring anything that would have led others to over-interpret it. He only brought a few new magic bags with some gold coins in them, as well as his personal coat of arms, and the DK sword that he needed to carry purification at all times.

Walking out of the house that would soon become the embassy of Lordaeron, Locke saw a group of Stormwind guards standing guard around him, as well as Marcus Jonathan, the Supreme Commander of Stormwind's defense forces, whom he met in the morning.

"Your Majesty Harvey," Marcus saluted Locke, then continued, "I, King Varian, have asked me to keep you safe along the way. ”

"Oh?" Locke asked curiously, "Is there anyone else in Stormwind who dares to attack me??? ”

Marcus didn't rush to speak, he asked the guards to tighten their guard and try to block the angles from all directions that could attack Locke.

"The Brotherhood of Defia..."

"MI7 got the news... The Brotherhood of Defia may attack Your Majesty Harvey. Marcus lowered his head and was not very interested, "Your Majesty Harvey, let's go." ”

The Brotherhood of Defia... Locke nodded, could it be that Shore's MI7 could not stop Defia's infiltration in Stormwind?

"Alright," Locke nodded, and with the guards of Mario around him, Locke got into the carriage and slowly headed in the direction of the palace.

Everywhere he went, despite the darkness, Locke felt the gaze of many of his motorcades watching him. They may be MI7 agents protecting themselves, agents of the Security Service, civilians and bandit gangs in Defiia. The situation here is far more complicated than Locke imagined.

At this point, Locke really began to worry that his expected goal was going to be lost. Fortunately, the journey was safe and sound, and he arrived safely at Stormwind Fortress. Led by the palace emissary, Locke made his way through the courtyard corridors, past countless rooms, and finally to a brightly lit battle command room.

Varian stood in the middle of the hall, while Berval and Onexia stood on either side looking at the huge map in the middle.

"How's the rest?" As soon as Locke walked in, Varian turned to look at Locke with a smile, "I hope you will be satisfied with the luncheon banquet." ”

"Of course, if you look at how drunk I am, you can see how satisfied I am. What about Anduin? This smart little guy should be asleep, right? ”

"Ha, he was still pestering me just now, saying that he wanted to ask you to listen to the story."

Hit two haha, and Locke joined them, looking at the huge map of Azeroth in the Zuo Ji Convention Center. However, there is no Pandaria on this map, and there is not enough description of Northrend, and there is no Maelstrom and Goblin Kozan Island.

"The orcs have already established themselves in Kalimdor, and they have grown in strength since the Minotaurs and Trolls joined the group. It is difficult for the current alliance to defeat them again, as it has done in the past. Bolval first briefed Locke on the situation in Kalimdor, "especially after they defeated the archdemon Akmund with the Night Elves in Mount Hyjal." The Night Elves also began to restrain themselves, trying not to clash with them. Originally, this was definitely good news for the orcs. ”

But the stupidity and short-sightedness of the orcs made the camaraderie of fighting side by side evaporate. The Orcs have infuriated the Night Elves by their indiscriminate deforestation in Ashenvale, and they have started a long war over it. ”

"So this summit, I think it's an opportunity to wipe out the orc tribal leaders in one fell swoop." Countess Presto, who was incarnated by Onexia, took over and looked at Locke with a smile, "As long as the leader of Sal who is designed to kill them, the stupid orcs will definitely fall into the same chaos as the previous orc tribes in the internal struggle for power, we only need to unite with the night elves and flank the tribe back and forth, and we can definitely wipe them out completely!" ”

"Yes, at that time, we humans will also have a reputation for not keeping our promises." Boval shook his head and refused, "Even so, the orc tribe will not perish. Their allies, the Minotaurs and Trolls, will not rest on their laurels, and the flames of war will reignite once again. Theramore, who bears the brunt of the blow, will be engulfed in rage, and the coastal areas of the Eastern Kingdom will not be much better. ”

"Isn't that what war is all about?" Presto turned her head to look at Bowval, she teased her long black hair bangs, as if she saw Locke watching her, and she smiled at Locke, "What do you say, Your Majesty Harvey?" ”

"Ha, I don't know enough about the situation," Locke politely declined, still unsure of what Onexia was thinking.

"Gianna won't agree, she's lost her father, she's lost her country." Varian's tired and resolute face swayed in the candlelight, "This summit meeting between the Horde and the Alliance, the theme is... Peace. ”

Wari paused, looked at Boval and Presto, and said, "You go out first, I have something to talk to King Harvey." ”

As if prepared, Bolval bowed to the two kings and turned away. Caterina wanted to stay here, but when she saw Varian's serious eyes, she bowed to the two of them as well, twisted her waist and followed in Bolval's footsteps.

When the door was closed from the outside, the vast chamber of the chamber was filled with only Locke and Varian, the two kings.

Locke pulled a chair and sat down at the conference table, the atmosphere froze for a moment, and Locke remained silent, waiting for Varian's reason.

"Locke... If I call you that, you won't have an opinion, will you? Varian circled around the table, coming to the other side of Locke and standing there looking at him, "When I was twenty-three, I was in the midst of a reconstruction of Stormwind. We search for valuable items from the ruins, snatch back our fields from the gnolls, and fight the scattered orcs around us with the help of our neighbors, dwarves and gnomes. ”

"It took us a lot of time to get Stormwind to really get back on its feet."

"Lordaeron's current situation is very similar to that of Stormwind in the past. I know that the people of Lordaeron are hungry for revenge," Varian said grimly, looking at Locke. "Thirst for revenge against the scourge, thirst for revenge on Arthas, thirst for revenge on the enemies behind the scenes who killed their loved ones. But I hope you can keep your sanity and not be overwhelmed by hatred. Hatred can easily wipe out all the achievements of the past..."

"To be honest, what happened to Lordaeron today was completely unexpected. I have to admit that, although I never said that I would give up on recovering Lordaeron. Varian shook his head and bowed his head tiredly, "But in reality, the current alliance is no longer able to do it. ”

Today's Alliance... Locke shook his head in his heart, there are only dwarves and gnomes, and they still have their own affairs that need to be dealt with urgently, and the entire alliance is supported by the Stormwind Kingdom.

"So when the news from the north came to me, I was very happy." Varian looked at Locke with a difficult smile, "King Terenus will be at ease. Lordaeron did not sink there, but embarked on a path to re-emergence. ”

"It's just that I hope that this renewed expectation can continue without being disturbed. That's why I've invited you to this summit. ”

Varian looked at Locke, "Lordaeron needs time to recover, and so do the people. Don't make it to Northrend too soon, the league needs time to prepare, and Lordaeron alone can't do that. ”

What's going on? Locke was a little confused, could it be that he had asked the Security Service to look for the route of Northrend, while looking for the lost fleet, so that Varian mistakenly thought that he was going to go on an expedition to Northrend?

Well, it's very possible....

"Wrynn... King. ”

"Just call me Varian."

"Well, Varian, I didn't actually decide to do that. Lordaeron has a naval fleet gone," Locke had to explain. "Just looking for them, and by the way, exploring future routes."

"What about the orcs? What do you think of our summit? ”

Wait, Varian is afraid that I want steel to the end?

Hey, that's not right! This is afraid that I have no experience as a king!! It's meant to guide my thoughts?!!

Locke smacked his lips, this really warmed my heart, why did he take such good care of me so much?