"Bad news, Your Majesty!" Garona Haver Orson walked slowly to the king's side.

She was dressed in black leather armor used by the Assassins, and she wore bulging black riding boots, but her cloak was emblazoned with the blue Lion of Stormwind.

"Several clans are involved in this attack, and they will unite under the leadership of the Black Hand of the Destroyer!" Garona said slowly.

With King Ryan-Orien's permission, Garona became an advisor to Stormwind Fortress......

This is undoubtedly due first and foremost to Garona's introducer, "Medivan", the great astral mage who is arguably King Lane's trusted friend in this world; On the other hand, King Ryan also felt some pity for the poor orc's background; Eventually, Garona knew and revealed many of the tribe's secrets, which could be of great help in future wars......

The young Duke of the House of Pagoda, Berval, stood behind the King with a sword, and was temporarily in charge of King Lane's personal guard due to the sudden departure of Lord Lothar; And the young Prince Varian, who is being held by King Lane, is on the king's right side......

Garona, the orc, is on the king's left side.

"The Warlocks of Gul'dan will be assembled at dusk, when the Blackstone Clan will launch one of the strongest attacks on the Eastern Wall." Garona continued, her voice trembling slightly.

King Ryan let out a long sigh and said, "Everything is expected, we will repel this attack, just like the previous orc attack...... As long as the people are brave, the walls and thrones will never fall, and Stormwind will always stand. ”

The young Duke of Boval accidentally noticed that the eyes of the half-orc Garona emitted a hint of red.

"That's what the orc masters think, too." Garona reached into her boots and pulled out her sharp dagger.

The dagger stabbed King Ryan in the chest, and it was all so sudden, so sudden...... King Lane's face was filled with surprise and confusion, and then he began to lose his blood.

"That's what the orc masters think, too." Garona continued, tears streaming down her face, "So he ordered an Assassin to remove the brave 'heart' from the throne, and that Assassin must be someone you trust completely, someone you will come up close and personal with without warning......"

Ryan Wrynn, King of Azeroth, Lord of Stormwind, and a loyal friend, collapsed to the floor.

"No!" Boval roared, he couldn't believe his eyes.

By the time he drew his sword and rushed to the king's side, the orc assassin had disappeared into the shadows.

……

Blood flowed down the blade from the orc's weapon, dripping through the sharp blade...... Drop ...... Until bright red rose petals splash on the marble floor.

Varian-Ureon stood there in a daze, feeling the big warm hand that was holding her, a little cold, and then a little loosening.

Garona glanced at Varian with a horrible, tearful smile, and quickly stabbed the blade downward, burying it deep in the kneeling king's chest.

"No!" Varian hugged his father's fragile body and cried in a low voice, "Father......"

King Lane's face had turned pale, and scarlet blood was pouring from his wounds and mouth.

Even the most devout priest could not save him now; Because Garona's blade is quenched with the most terrible venom......

Blood had stained Varian's shirt, and the thirteen-year-old Prince of Stormwind fell to his knees.

"The King of House Urryon...... Always die like this......" were the king's last words on his deathbed.

The Duke of Berval, armed with a sword, had returned from a loss, his face full of remorse and sadness...... Not only did he fail to keep the king safe, but he couldn't even kill the orc assassin......

……

A somewhat strange detachment, after a few days of traveling, finally saw the walls of Stormwind.

Anduin Lothar wiped the sweat from his forehead: "We're almost there!" ”

"yes!" Carlin nodded, a smile on his lips.

Karazhan's life, though fulfilling, was also lonely; Finally, we have arrived at the human settlement again......

As the griffin was scared away by Sargeras just after arriving in Karazhan, Kel'thugad was no longer able to summon the Flying Carpet due to his injuries; They had to rely on foot, slowly reaching Stormwind.

Along the way, they encountered several orc troops...... Although the combat effectiveness of the squad was quite strong, after all, most of them were wounded in the battle of Zakarazin, so they had to quietly avoid the orcs' marching route.

"Looks like another orc invasion!" Lothar sighed, "But it seems that this time the orc invasion has been repulsed. ”

About half an hour later, the entire team arrived at the main entrance of Stormwind.

Then they found that the entire city wall was fluttering with white flags......

"Who died?" Lothar frowned, this kind of performance was obviously the death of a big man...... Is it Duke Satum Breck? Or Bishop Fao? Or Mrs. Saxris......

Lothar's face was full of doubt.

Carlin scanned the white flags around him, and he suddenly thought of the terrible assassination that had happened in his previous life...... And more importantly, it seems that Garona was in Stormwind before!

"Oops!" Carlin muttered.

When they reached the gates of Stormwind, they saw Lieutenant Marcus Jonathan of the city defense force running briskly:

"Lord Lothar, you're back!" He spoke quickly: "Stormwind needs you to preside over the big game now!" ”

"What's going on...... Need me to take charge of the big picture? Lothar didn't quite understand what was going on, and asked in a loud voice, "What about Ryan, is he injured?" ”

As soon as she said this, Lothar suddenly remembered something terrible...... He remembered the flags on the city walls commemorating someone's death!

"Is that ......," Lothar muttered

"Your Majesty has passed away!" Lieutenant Jonathan's voice was a little crying, and he said the last thing Lothar wanted to hear: "The orc Garona assassinated him three days ago...... The Duke of Berval is temporarily stabilizing the situation in the city...... He and Prince Varian need you to preside over the big picture......"

"Ryan...... Dead ......," Lothar fell to her knees.

This iron-clad man had tears streaming down his face.

In just a few days, he lost two friends who had grown up since childhood.