"Berva has raised the tax rate again! This time it's an agricultural tax, and I don't know what it will be next time...... Damn, the gnolls of the forest show up every day, and we can't even buy weapons! ”

"What about the patrols in Stormwind?"

I don't know when the topic reached Stormwind City, and the people in the hotel began to complain. Varian, on the other hand, became more annoyed the more he listened. Holding back the anger in his heart, he continued to ask for the latest information about Stormwind. The people in the inn thought that they had come from the north and had not returned to Stormwind for a long time, and they didn't know anything about the kingdom, so they enthusiastically told Varian and the others everything that had happened in Stormwind in the last year.

Varian only felt a surge of blood in his heart, and his face became more and more ugly.

"Stormwind patrols? Shit! It's been two years, two years, and I've never seen an official army. They almost never leave the Egwene Forest. It's a bunch of domestic dogs! ”

The farmer complained. Hearing this description from the people of the kingdom, Varian gritted his teeth in hatred. What a dark time it was, and when in the history of Stormwind were so dark? The people are the foundation of the kingdom, and once the commoners are forced to a certain extent, then the kingdom will be about the same, or it will be about the same when it will fall apart.

"That's it, that's it, the guards of Stormwind City can't even beat the kobolds. The mines in the Egwene Forest are now almost entirely occupied by kobolds, and the miners are risking their lives to dig, and if they fail to complete their tasks, they will be arrested and imprisoned, or even sentenced to hanging. Enough is Varian, waste one! ”

The small vendors on the side should be there. He was holding a wine bottle in one hand, and he was a little numb from drinking, not even noticing the angry expression on the face of the man in front of him.

Of course, Varian would not pour out his anger on these outcasts and refugees, he knew that he was going to kill the puppet king who sat on the throne, and the evil countess who planned it all, Katrana. Presto.

"Roar!"

Varian let out a sudden yell, his fist slamming into the table in anger, and the whole table trembled as he struck it. The wine in the bottle was shaking violently. This move surprised everyone else in the hotel.

"Lagash!"

Jean and Brower wanted to call Varian by his first name, but swallowed it back. Changed the name to Glash, the name that no one will know here anyway.

Varian's bloodshot eyes can be seen.

"We're going tonight, I'm going to end this disaster, I'm going to end this dark years!"

Varian roared.

"You have to calm down, Lagersh, it's not a matter of a day or two, and likewise, it is not something that can be solved in a moment."

Jean tried to persuade him. The crowd on the side also nodded in agreement. It is true that this man named Gash is a true hero, but it is absolutely impossible for him to end the rule of the Stormwind Kingdom alone, and this is also well known.

A gust of wind blew outside the window......

"What just happened downstairs?"

When Ares went upstairs, Valera was already standing in the doorway, watching the situation downstairs. She had changed into a light dressing gown, but Ares was certain that she must have been wearing a thin layer of leather armor and two Hidden Blades on her bracers for her own self-defense.

"It's nothing, Ragash can't control his manic emotions again."

Ares said wearily.

"Well, I wish he was getting better soon."

Looking at Varian's back drinking alone, Valilla sighed.

"Anger consumes a person and consumes a person's sanity. How terrible. ”

Ares said, opening the door to his room. This room is next door to Valeera's room. But as soon as the door opened, Valera followed......

"Emotions of grief and loss can consume a person equally."

Valera continued. She closed the door to Ares' room.

"Dear Lady Valeera, if you are trying to make fun of me, then please come back tomorrow, I am very sleepy and want to sleep. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to sleep in my room. ”

Looking at Valeera, Ares said half-jokingly. At the same time, start undressing. Revealing the sturdy upper body.

"You're running away."

Staring at Ares' back, Valera continued.

"I didn't."

"No, you have. You're running away. You're running away from the same thing as Lagash, and as I said, you're all men with stories. And you both love your wives dearly. Like Lagash, he dreamed of his dead wife countless times and was addicted to it. And you, Ember Bringer, you are indulging in, is Gianna. The relationship between you and Gianna. You don't know if you'll see her again, so you are afraid, you sink, then you are lost, you lose your fighting spirit, and this even affects your faith and determination. ”

Valilla walked over and sat down in a chair and said.

"You think you're an emotional expert?"

"No, I'm not an emotional expert. I just don't want to see you sink. You hesitated, half a month ago, when we met the orcs on a narrow path, your sword slowed down. You and I both know that the slightest second of hesitation on the battlefield can kill someone. And you, at least hesitated for two seconds. ”

Valeera's words hit the nail on the head. The Blood Elf thief convinced Ares with his keen insight.

"Silence means you admit it."

She continued—

"Don't run away, Ares, cheer up, at least Varian still has the passion to fight, and you, even the enthusiasm to fight. If you continue to sink like this, not only will you not be able to help Varian, but you will also not be able to rebuild the Alliance, let alone your ideals of rebuilding Lordaeron. If Lordaeron's matter isn't resolved, you won't be able to get back to Gianna. It's a series of relationships. Even, you may feel that your relationship with Gianna is estranged, you are afraid, you are afraid that the relationship will slip away like this. Like flowing water diluting mud and sand, time is what you fear. ”

I have to say that these words speak to Ares's heart. A stream of hot tears swirled in his eyes.

Ares turned and looked out the window. I don't want this female elf to see her weakness. But Valera came over - "Crying is not a sign of weakness, and even the brave and strong have times when their hearts are weak." She said, taking Ares' hand and placing it on her chest......

"I'll help you, we'll all help you...... But you need to cheer up now, as you said, what we are going to deal with is probably a black dragon......"

Valera said with concern.