Chapter 3: The Snow in Northrend (Part 1) (Page 1/1)

"My king, this is a problem, you must be vigilant!"

South, Stormwind Fortress. While the winds and snow of the Northlands ravaged the camp of the Lordaeron Expeditionary Force, in the cozy and warm land of the South, the King of Stormwind and several important ministers of the kingdom were deliberating about supporting the Alliance Expeditionary Force. Some of Stormwind's advance force had landed on Northrend with Ares, but many more were still in the south, and the fleet had not yet set sail. People were anxious to find out what was happening in the north, but the wind and snow blocked the route to Northrend.

While Varian was anxious, the minister's advice was to wait until the eagle folded its wings......

"Say no more, Ares has a lifesaver for me, and I can't abandon him at this time."

Varian said angrily. His voice almost burst through the fortress. But the minister, who is also a loyal minister, still does not give up.

"Not abandonment, but vigilance and vigilance, Your Majesty."

Brandt continued—

"Lordaeron has grown rapidly in just a few years, Ares has reclaimed the entire Silverpine Forest and the Hillsbrad Hills, and Lordaeron's army has even been stationed in the Arathi Heights, with the exception of the Eagle's Nest and Quel'Thalas, almost the entire northern territory is Lordaeron's territory. To the north of the Sador Bridge is the Knights of Lordaeron...... My king, the lion and the tiger cannot coexist, you must be prepared......"

"Enough!"

Brandt's words failed to impress Varian. The great king, who had come out of war, preferred the unity of the alliance rather than intrigue within the alliance. You must know that the collapse of the Lordaeron Alliance was due to the intrigue of various countries and endless disputes over interests, which led to the disintegration of the vast alliance. At that time, Varian was still young, but the whole incident was in his eyes.

And, as the commander-in-chief and leader of the Alliance, he has an obligation to maintain the integrity and unity of this organization. You know, the snow is still falling in Northrend, and the Lich King is recuperating in some corner of the North Pole, and he's planning another invasion of the living world. Azeroth at this time, the eastern continent at this time, is not absolutely safe.

Varian roared, and the entire hall fell silent.

Anduin witnessed the whole process in the corner, he didn't like the way his father was angry, but he admired his father's justice, and the young Anduin admired it very much.

"I will not betray my brother, let alone the Union. Ares saved me, and if it weren't for him, I'd still be living a slave life in an orc concentration camp. If it weren't for Ares' death, I would still be a gladiator with lost memories, fighting like a beast in the tribal arena to please those bloodthirsty monsters. Therefore, if anyone in the future mentions the matter of splitting the alliance, I will not forgive it again! ”

Varian continued. He walked over to the strategic map, his armor clanging. Varian was more of a warrior than the kings of other kingdoms, more like a commander, he knew how to govern the country, but he was superior to his political prowess.

Along with several generals, Varian's gaze rested on the cold, barren land of the Arctic......

……

After the meeting, Varian lay on the big chair in his lounge, feeling a little tired, and the days of discussing countermeasures and various government affairs had consumed most of his energy. He thought back to the time when he was with Browl. Bearskin, Valeera's time in the Orc Arena.

At that time, they fought side by side together, trying to be as bitter as possible, spending every day in swords and blood, but after all, there were not so many political intrigues and annoying political affairs. At that time, he was just a simple gladiator, so simple that he only needed to think about how to deal with his opponent every day...... And now, Valilla is unconscious, and Broll follows Ares on an expedition to Northrend. As for himself, he returned to Stormwind City and became the king of the country again.

Yes, he lashed out at the meeting, however, privately, Varian misses the days of being a warrior, so pure, so simple......

"Do you regret it?"

Suddenly, a graceful voice came into Varian's brain. The voice was so gentle, so familiar...... As if a call from the depths of the soul...... Varian felt creepy, and when he looked around, there was nothing in the room but bookshelves, his office tools, and Sarameni hanging on the wall.

However, who is speaking?

"I know what's going on in your mind......"

The voice continued to float, lingering like a ghost.

"Who!"

Varian yelled. He walked briskly to the wall and removed Salamoni from the hook on the wall. It was his weapon, and no one could escape under this sword. However, the voice that appeared in the room today did not seem to be a mortal voice......

It swims, floats in the air, but invades the mind and brain.

It's like......

Phantom.

"No one but yourself......"

The voice continued.

"Lordaeron is on the rise, that courtier, his words have actually moved you, haven't they?"

The seductive girl continued to whisper.

"Nope! That's alarmism, that's only going to break the Union! ”

Varian roared. He seemed to be talking to someone, but he was just screaming into the air.

As he spoke, Varian raised his sword and swung forward a few times, but there was no other sound in the room except for the whirring of air across the blade.

"Let go of your pride and anger and listen to your inner voice, King. Don't disguise yourself, you care more about Stormwind than the Alliance. Isn't it? ”

Varian swung his sword, but no sooner had his anger subsided than the seductive voice came out again. Her whispers drove him crazy......

"Nope! Coalition! ”

Varian roared, and with a sword sliced through the furniture in his bedroom, including his desk and bookshelves. The paperwork on it fell like snowflakes.

That's all kinds of ledgers and administrative reports from all over the place.

Varian snapped back to his senses. He sheathed his sword. Strode out the door and called out to the guards.

"Put these away."

Minutes later, the loyal Stormwind guards ran into Varian's bedroom. The guards were stunned to see the collapsed furniture and the books and texts scattered all over the floor, thinking that an Assassin had broken into the king's room. Everyone's nerves were on high alert, and the guards were relieved until Varian told them that he was okay, just an accident. Squatted down and cleaned up the room for the king.

As the soldiers filled the room, Varian noticed that the ghostly voice was no longer there......

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