The fate of the world revealed under the land of Silitus cannot be known to everyone, but the warning issued by the spirit of the world will eventually resound throughout this land, and at the same time that Muladin, the spokesperson of the mission, rushed from Silisus to the land of strife at the same time, in the middle of the Kalimdor continent, in the port of Baita City on the shore of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, there is another person, who followed the trajectory of fate and came here.

Varian in disguise. Dressed like an ordinary merchant in a black cloak and carrying a suitcase, Ureon took his wife's wrist and stepped down from a goblin merchant ship, following the bustling crowd to the outside of the dock, where a black carriage was docked at the entrance to the dock.

Varian looked left and right, then took Valilla in his arms and stepped into the nondescript carriage.

Varian and his wife sat in the seat of the carriage, and across from him, a sorrowful Chaldean. Archbishop Morgan, was watching him.

"It's a bad situation, Your Majesty."

Chaldea was still dressed in the black priest's robe, solemn and austere, holding a copy of the Holy Light in his hand, and at his waist, there was no longer the purple ornamental dagger, but instead a wand of the cross embellished with blue gems.

The archbishop held his holy light insignia, and on his neck and wrists, the lines left by the light-casting ceremony did not give the archbishop a strange feeling, on the contrary, those golden lines made him look like a special temperament.

He said to Varian:

"Our reforms have already made you a traitor in the eyes of the nobles, and now, the decision of the Pope's crown has pushed you into the limelight, they all believe that the Pope will use the power of divine power to help you ascend to the throne of the emperor, so now, except for the kingdom of Stormwind, the nobles in the other kingdoms have smelled the fear of doom, and the feeling of fidgeting has driven them crazy... I don't even dare let you and the queen use the portal, God knows what those crazy nobles will do. ”

"They should feel fear, Chaldeans."

Faced with the tricky situation in front of him, Varian said with a disdainful face:

"The victory of the Federation, and the better and better status quo of the Stormwind Kingdom, have proved that those who think highly of themselves are not indispensable "talents" for a country, they will be eliminated by the times, and the people are on our side! Last month..."

"I know what you're trying to say, Your Majesty."

Chaldea knocked on the carriage of the carriage and let the coachman set off, and in the collision of the wheels of the carriage with the ground, the archbishop whispered:

"I know that last month in the Kingdom of Gilneth and the Kingdom of Lordaeron, another group of displaced people crossed the border and volunteered to become nationals of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and I know that the people of the entire empire are secretly watching us, and they also desire to enjoy the same power and freedom as our people, but with all due respect, Your Majesty, in the storm you are about to face, the support of the people is far less deadly than the dagger stabbed in the dark..."

"It's okay, my queen will protect me."

Varian smiled and grabbed his wife's waist, while the Elven Assassin Queen Valilla shrugged, she didn't mind doing bad things, but also for the man she loved, she had personally cut the necks of many Assassins who tried to hurt Varian in the past two years, and for a true master assassin like her, the killers that nobles could hire were simply too layman.

Especially after the League of Assassins announced a year ago that they would no longer accept commissions for the assassination of Varian, the quality of the Assassins who were sent out had plummeted, and even made people feel a little miserable.

"Don't worry, Chaldeans!"

Varian patted his archbishop on the shoulder, a hint of stubbornness flashed in his black eyes, and he said:

"No matter what His Majesty Fa'o summoned me for, I will not be afraid! What cowards can't get on the battlefield, they don't want to get by intrigues! As for the throne of the emperor ... Frankly, I don't care. ”

The gladiator king said calmly:

"Whoever is emperor can be reborn as long as he can bring the empire back to life, and if they can, I am even willing to give up the position of king and give them the sdomka, but... Is there anything other than me that responds to the Pope's call? ”

A few days ago, His Majesty issued a summoning to the kings, and this matter was already known to everyone, and the melon-eating masses of the empire already had a premonition that the emperor's throne, which had been vacant for many years, was about to usher in a new master, and the whole empire was agitated.

In the face of Varian's inquiry, the Chaldean archbishop shrugged his shoulders, and he said with some disappointment:

"No, you're the only one here."

This answer made Varian a little disappointed, it seems that the friends who grew up together also have their own ideas, he looked at Chaldean, and he said:

"Arthas, didn't he come either?"

"Well, I've heard some gossip about His Majesty Alsace's absence."

Chaldeans frowned and replied:

"It is said that His Majesty Alsace and Queen Gianna were planning to come over, but the Council of Lordaeron of the Nobles stopped their action, declaring that they would launch an impeachment of Alsace as soon as Arthas left Lordaeron... Because Arthas and Gianna had sons, Lordaeron's inheritance was secured, so according to Lordaeron's inheritance law, the nobles could indeed unite to try to remove the king. ”

"It's stupid, they can't make it."

Valera said disdainfully:

"Arthas is very popular with the people in Lordaeron, and the lower nobles also support him, and the big nobles are just bringing humiliation on themselves."

"Everyone knows they can't succeed, my majesty."

Chaldea smiled bitterly and said:

"But they made this gesture in order to deter Arthas, and they realized that once the Pope made a decision, whether from the level of faith or from the point of view of the brotherhood between Arthas and Varian, His Majesty Arthas would probably immediately fall to Varian, which the great nobles did not want."

"They don't want Varian to be emperor, they are afraid that Varian will spread the reforms of the Stormwind Kingdom throughout the empire, they are all crazy, and for this they even do not hesitate to start a rebellion ... And this is not a terrible prophecy, my majesty, just yesterday, on the border of the kingdom of Stormgard, the counts of two counties declared their independence from the rule of the kingdom of Stormgard! Lady Partres hurried back to the Dust Swamp overnight, and His Majesty Garin, who was said to be in a state of exhaustion. ”

"A bunch of tumors!"

Varian's fist swung in the air, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his scarred eyes:

"I should have let the Darkblade in the first place..."

"Your Majesty! That's enough! ”

Varian's hateful speech made the Chaldean's face change greatly, and the archbishop rebuked:

"It's okay to think about it in your heart, but you can't say it! It's been so long, and you're still not used to being a king? ”

"Uh"

The gladiator king of the Stormwind Kingdom breathed a sigh of relief, he opened his eyes and smiled at the Chaldeans:

"Well, I just... I'll pay attention, Chaldean. ”

"Let's go, let's go and meet His Majesty Faao, and let's go and give this venerable old man a ride."

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"This is a wine produced by a winery outside of New Stormwind, and I brought it for you to taste."

In the Pope's chamber in the Cathedral of Light, Varian was like an elder, holding a bottle of beautifully decorated wine in his hand, without the slightest hint of the king's shelf, he poured the blood-red, fruit-scented wine into the wine glass, and then handed it to the Pope lying on the bed with both hands, and the old Fao looked very good today, he held the glass with a slightly trembling hand, and then took a sip of the wine.

It stands to reason that patients are not allowed to drink alcohol. But the current situation under the crown of Fa and Austria has probably reached the level of "eating something good", so there are no taboos.

His Majesty, like an ordinary old man, complained to Varian, who was sitting beside his bed:

"Oh, it's delicious, it reminds me of an afternoon drink in Stratholme, you don't know, little Varian, they won't let me eat this, they won't let me eat that, they say it's bad for your health... Holy light, look at the way I am now, do I still care about my health? Seriously, can't they let an old man squander the last days of his life? ”

The Pope's straightforward and frank words made the Pure Dejek and the Chaldean Archbishop on the side sad, and Varian also reached out and patted the Pope on the shoulder, and he said sincerely, like a real junior:

"Don't be discouraged, you'll be fine, Lady Tyrande will be over soon, and Lady Moyana, my son Anduin may invite a Naru over to take a look at your body... You have to persevere, just like your past life, so many hardships have not been able to defeat you, you are like Mr. Alonsos of steel! This country still needs you. ”

"Alright, alright, little Varian."

In the last days of his life, Fao's eyes became clear again, and as if he had seen through the world, he said to Varian:

"Don't comfort me, I know my situation, I have no regrets, little Varian, I am not afraid of death, but the only thing that makes me feel regret is that I may not be able to see you inherit your adoptive father's mantle with my own eyes... You know what I asked you to do here, right? ”

Hearing this, Varian nodded in silence, and he said to Fao:

"Actually, on the way here, I wanted to tell you that whoever is the emperor is the same, but... If it is in the name of Lothar, then I would say that if you want me to carry this burden, then I will do what you expect, and I will not fail my adoptive father, and I will not live up to your expectations. ”

"Well, that's good."

Fao took another sip of wine, and with a sigh of relief, he said to Varian:

"Actually, I should have made up my mind when you came back with Domka, but at that time, many factors were affecting me, but fortunately, it's not too late, everything you did in the Stormwind Kingdom, I saw it, the hope watered with blood was booming, and I saw a completely different scene from the past 2,800 years."

"They will say that you are following the model of the Federation and that you are turning the empire into a part of the Federation, but those idiots don't even have the courage to make changes, and they all bury their heads in the sand one by one, but they have to pretend that they are strong."

His Majesty shook his head:

"You've made the change, you've led the change, you've found a way forward for this country, Varian, that's why I'm determined now, you have the courage that no one else has, you know, sometimes, in order to do the right thing, you have to make sacrifices, and you don't abuse the power in your hands."

"In the past, many people, with many purposes, came to lobby me, and they tried to influence my judgment with flowery rhetoric and language, but I am just old, and I am not blind."

"No matter how sincere words are, they are less than one-ten-thousandth of actions."

The Pope smiled and stretched out his hand, and Djerk, the Pure on the side, immediately handed a scroll to the Pope, and the old man sat up and handed the scroll to Varian, saying:

"In the eyes of those people, power is power, high above, looking down on the world."

"In your eyes, power means duty and mission, you will not only become the emperor, you will also become a strong shield to protect the people, you will also become the head of the flock, and you must always be vigilant not to lead the flock to hell..."

"I know, you can do it, Lothar's will burns in you, little Varian, that's what he wants!"

"Among the relics of Lothar there is a gift, a mission, a blessing, the gift and the mission have been accomplished, and now only this blessing should be transferred to the true emperor... To be honest, I don't know what is sealed in this scroll left by Lothar, but if you want to become emperor, you have to open it! ”

Varian took his wife, then at Chaldea, and finally, he reached out and took the scroll, and under the gaze of religious anticipation, the gladiator-king tore the scroll open, and the next moment, in the light of a halo like a blood moon, Varian's will broke away from his body and went to a mysterious place.

His Majesty drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, he let out a hearty moan, then turned his head and beckoned to the Chaldean Archbishop who was standing aside, and when the Chaldeans approached, Fao raised his scepter with difficulty, which represented the authority of the Pope, and in the surprised gaze of the Chaldeans, Fao put the scepter in his hand.

The old man who saw through the world said to Chaldeans,

"I know that you have experienced darkness that ordinary people can't imagine, and you are not a good person, but you are not a bad person either."

"I chose you, Chaldea, because you have experienced darkness, you know how precious light is, and I believe that under your leadership, the Church of Light and all our believers will no longer be captured by darkness... You will be the one who has been blessed by the Light, you will be a perfect embodiment of the Light, you will expound hope and crush despair..."

"Promise me! You have to do it! ”

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Varian didn't know what was going on in the outside world, and as he tore open the scroll, the soul spell engraved on it drew his will into the cold, dark land, a place he had never been before, and he even doubted that his adoptive father, Lothar, had actually been here.

What's the secret in that scroll?

Here, and where?

And just as Varian surveyed his surroundings, a familiar voice rang out in the darkness surging behind him, like a real old friend greeting him.

"Yo, Varian. Wrynn..."

The Great Lord with two wine glasses in his hand walked out of the darkness, and wherever he went, the darkness retreated obediently, revealing the true nature of the dead world to the soul of this living creature.

He looked at Varian, he raised the cup in his hand, and he said:

"You're too late..."

"It's about 4 years later than I expected."

"But it doesn't matter, being late is much better than not being at all... Want a drink? ”