Exhausted by his years of travel, King Garrosh was always reminded of his father, his wife, and his only son, Anduin, who loved his family even though he was the King of the Alliance. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Coming to the era of 10,000 years ago, King Garrosh captured Garrosh back to the world where they belonged, and it has been almost half a year since he came to this world to count the days today.

In the past six months, except for hearing that Garrosh appeared in Asuna for a period of time, he has hardly heard any news of Garrosh, and he has not known anything for a long time, which makes him inevitably annoyed, after all, Garrosh hidden in the shadows is extremely terrifying, and no one dares to guarantee what kind of amazing thing he will do.

"Anduin, my son, one day you will become the monarch of Stormwind, and until then, as your father, I will sweep away all the dark forces for you."

King Garrosh had inlaid Prince Anduin's picture on the dial of a compass, and if Monsoon was here, he would have recognized it as the legendary compass that appeared in 7.0CG. Looking at the photo on the compass, the irritability in Garrosh's heart dissipated slightly, everything he did was for the alliance and Anduin, King Garrosh was undoubtedly a wise king, a qualified father.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong!"

While Garrosh was reminiscing about the past, the deep voice of the garrison Marrad, one of the most famous Draenei heroes in the game, sounded behind him.

"Ahem? What's wrong? ”

Turn around.

Garrosh looked puzzled.

"Stormwind ......"

His face was grim, but Marlad, the garrison officer, was a little speechless.

"Prince Anduin has news that an army of orcs is attacking Stormwind, and it is estimated that Stormwind will fall tonight."

Gritting his teeth, the garrison officer Marrad said word by word.

"What?" Garrosh's eyes narrowed, and with a hint of disbelief, he said, "It's Woking?" Or Sal? Have you found out what's going on? ”

Anduin's news had been reached to Marrad, who had already investigated the movements of the tribe before coming to Garrosh, and to his surprise, it was not the army of Woking and Thrall, and to his surprise, it seemed to have come out of nowhere.

"Not the army of the Horde, which, according to Prince Garrosh, seems, seems to be related to Garrosh."

Marrad's words caused King Garrosh to gasp.

"Garrosh? If it's Garrosh, then I'm afraid Stormwind is going to suffer a catastrophe, which—I can hardly believe it. ”

"Your Majesty, Garrosh or not, now we must return to our world." Marrad tried to reassure Garrosh, "I believe that everything is not bad to the worst, and everything is still under control. ”

"Don't comfort me, I know what's waiting for me next?"

Garrosh let out a sigh and put away the compass on the table, he got up and said, "The army of Lion Harbor is ready to evacuate, we must return to the Eastern Kingdom as soon as possible, we must take back Stormwind before Garrosh gets a foothold!" ”

"Tell the leaders of the alliance to prepare to lay siege to Stormwind!"

……

As Garrosh and Malald prepared to evacuate Pandaria, a special ceremony was taking place in the military camp of Assuna, far north of Pandaria.

A wedding!

"My elven brothers and sisters, today I, the descendants of Pandaria, will be married here to Meredel Sindra, and from this day forward, the Pandaria Empire will have a Night Elf Queen."

At the junction of Asuna and Sulama, in the camp of the Pharodis coalition, Monsoon stood on a high wooden platform, waving his arms high, holding a large handful of violets in his hands.

Before the War of the Ancients, Monsoon and Meredel were like family, and after the War of the Ancients, the two of them became even closer, and it has been a year since they arrived in Azeroth, and Monsoon should think about himself, he is ready to have a home of his own.

You know, Liluo and Kang also have their own lovers.

Dressed today in the moon-step robes unique to the Elven Empire, with a crown of thorny vines on her head and a pair of bracelets on her slender arms, Merridale is more beautiful than ever.

"I, Farodis, announce that Monsoon and Merredel Sindra are officially married!"

"Long live the Great Monsoon Grandmaster!"

"Long live the Elven Empire! Long live the Pandaren Empire! ”

When Monsoon handed the flower to Meredelle, Farodis himself presided over the ceremony, and as he announced this, the elven soldiers in the barracks congratulated Monsoon with wine glasses and juice in their hands.

For a while, the atmosphere was very cheerful.

"Okay, today is a special day, everyone let go of eating, each person can also get a glass of fruit wine, today everyone doesn't have to worry about fighting, just enjoy!" At the end of the ceremony, Farodis gave an explanation, and left the place of the feast with the monsoon.

The ritual of the elves is completely different from the ritual of the pandaren, and there is no toast here.

"King Farodis, how are you thinking about that?"

Walking out of the banquet place, Monsoon knew that Farodis had something to say, but he preemptively said what Farodis wanted to say.

"Let Merridale go back to the tent first! It'......"

Even though Merridale is now Monsoon's wife, he obviously doesn't want anyone else to know until the matter is decided.

"No, Merridell just stays here."

Monsoon took Merriedale's hand.

"I, Farondale and the nobles of Asuna have decided, and the day after tomorrow, we will submit the instrument of surrender......" Farodis gritted his teeth, and finally said his plan.

"Good!"

Monsoon has no other words.

"I'm just telling you, it's good that you know, I'm leaving, I won't bother you." Farodis exhaled and said with a smile.

Elves usually don't "bother newcomers", and Farrodis is not stupid, so he naturally won't stay here.

Bidding farewell to Farodis, Monsoon carried Merridale back to his tent, which now belongs to Merridale.

"Ji, what is the matter you are discussing with Your Majesty, why can't I understand?" Putting on the bed, Merridale asked, putting her arms around Monsoon's neck.

"We'll talk about it later!"

With the laughter of the monsoon, everything is in plain sight.