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"Boval is not coming," Wari listened quietly to the words of the royal guard,

The face is expressionless, so that people can't see joy and anger, but in the voice, it is as cold as ice, proving that the heart is not as calm as the face at the moment.

"The Duke said he didn't have time and would come back after daybreak," the royal guard said, kneeling in front of Varian, with some fear in his tone.

This time, he messed things up and didn't bring Bolvar in, cooperating with Varian's anger, which made him feel inexplicably pressured.

"Go down." Varian gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

Looking at the figure of the guards leaving, the suppressed anger in Varian's eyes, which could no longer be held back, erupted at this moment, and a raging flame burst out.

"How dare he,"

"He even refused his own summons,"

Varian felt his majesty take a blow at this moment, and slapped one hand heavily on the table in front of him.

Bang! There was a heavy knocking sound.

Varian let out a blow, venting the anger in his heart.

After a long time, he regained his composure, and carefully pondered the details of this incident, as for the others, they had been forgotten by Varian for the time being.

As Varian regained his calm. After starting to ponder. There was a lot of doubt in this matter.

What kind of person is Bowall. Varian knew very well that the two of them had known each other for a very long time, almost twenty years now.

Bovar was a little older than Varian, in his forties, and when they first met, Varian had just left Lordaeron Palace and returned to Stormwind to take the throne.

Berval was born into an aristocratic family in Stormwind. His mother was well-known in the upper class of Stormwind, but that was when the kingdom of Azeroth was still alive, and the destruction of Stormwind City, countless wives were separated, and they were tragically killed by the orcs, including the Bervar family.

Bolval, who was in the army abroad, should have been in danger, but unexpectedly, things turned the other way around, and Bolval was spared.

Same encounter. Similarly, both parents died in Stormwind, leaving Varian with sympathy for Berval. After succeeding to the throne, he had great trust in this baptism of war.

Take his succession one step further and become the Grand Duke of Stormwind.

And Bolval also lived up to expectations, assisting him in managing the Stormwind Kingdom, familiar with government affairs, from the young king who had just succeeded to the throne, who didn't know anything, to the king who was now sophisticated.

For so many years, Varian has been extremely familiar with Bolval, and this time Bolvar suddenly did such a thing,

Varian thought carefully for a moment, and suddenly stood up, and Varian finally realized that something was wrong.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, and he was a little low-end in handling things this time.

Summoning many important ministers in the middle of the night, his behavior was too frivolous.

The king of his own god throne should not be moved lightly, and he summoned the important ministers of the country late at night, this is not to sue others, something happened to the Storm Kingdom.

If it's secretive, forget it, no, even if it's secret, it can't be hidden, the palace is heavy, I don't know how many eyes are stared at every day, they may not know inside, but at the entrance, whoever enters overnight will definitely be discovered, and the next day everyone will know.

Gently stroking his forehead, Varian knew at this moment that there must have been rumors flying outside, and all kinds of speculations were available.

This is not good for the country, don't underestimate rumors, rumors are such a thing, if you say too much, everyone will say it, and it will become the truth.

I want to make up for it, it's too late, I can only continue to make mistakes, and use the relationship of time to slowly heal.

Or cut through the mess quickly and directly announce your purpose this time.

After being hesitated by Varian, he directly chose the first one, and the second was ignored by him.

Announcing his purpose, Varian didn't want to do it yet.

Bolval, this time he taught himself a good lesson.

And just when Varian was in a dilemma in the main city of Stormwind, another continent across the sea, on the continent of Kalimdor.

A handsome war horse, galloping rapidly, carrying a man in his forties, pulling the reins in one hand and waving the whip in the other.

Hurry up! Hurry up! ”

Twitching the reins violently, beneath him for their agility and spirit, the noble horses of the Elwyn Forest, neighing in protest, even foaming at the mouth, but they were known for their loyalty, and finally complied with their master's wishes.

He didn't hear the sound of the horses' hooves coming into contact with the hard ground. All that was echoing in his ears was to hurry, hurry, hurry up and transfer the information in his hand to his boss.

The trees on both sides kept retreating, and one caravan after another, he crossed.

Looking at the spring camp in front of him, the man looked happy, and when he arrived, he finally arrived.

This is a camp built by the Night Elves, carefully cultivated by a large number of druids, and the trees that rise from the ground form a wall, in this late autumn, the leaves do not begin to fall because of the season, they exude vitality like spring, forming a sea of green.

"Come, stop, check!" A female Night Elf, dressed in tight-fitting leather armor, shows off her plump body to the fullest.

The parts covered by the leather armor are not very many, only the key places of their own. It's covered up.

Paired with long pointed ears. It gives people a bewitching beauty.

The Night Elves worship the way of nature. And what is nature is not to destroy a qiē and maintain the original beauty.

So the Night Elves wear very few clothes, this is the way of nature,

The average female Night Elf, dressed more enchanting than the other, has become a major feature of this camp. In the past, the Night Elves were hidden in the sacred mountain of Hyjal.

It's deserted and isolated from the outside world. Rarely do people come to the place where the Night Elves live.

So I don't know much about this major feature of the Night Elves, but now I know it.

As an intelligence officer, he served the kingdom of Gilneth and spent his time in Kalimdor for many years, staying in this camp for a long time at a time, because it was a place where you could watch the Night Elf beauties for free.

That violet skin and beautiful figure are full of great temptation and charm.

But today, this one is in his own heart. Unattainable goal, for the first time. But it didn't have any attraction to him.

A beautiful turn, he quickly jumped off the horse, his legs slightly bent, he had already landed firmly on the ground, strode forward a few steps, came to the front of the night elf, and spoke; "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

As he spoke, he took a token from his bosom and handed it to the Night Elf.

This token is jet black, carved out of a piece of wood.

It was a camp permit, and with this token, he could use the portal conditionally, not just look at it like everyone else, and not be qualified to use it.

This was the effect of the permit at first, and then it became more effective, and it gradually began to evolve, and finally became the pass.

It has become a status symbol, and it is in this camp that means that you are the group of people at the top of the pyramid, and similar checks can be done by showing a token.

This was also his plan at the beginning, but unfortunately, he ran into the Night Elf guard in front of him today.

This Night Elf captain, he is very familiar, a typical guy who admits death.

There's no room for flexibility, the token works with other Night Elves, not with her.

At the beginning, I don't know how many people were stuck by him, and there were countless opinions on her complaints, and he always wanted to let the Night Elves replace her, but for this, the Night Elves didn't say a word, and over time, they got used to it, and when they met her, let her check.

This time, he didn't carry any goods, he was alone, took out the token to prove his identity, and he could enter, but this time there was an unexpected situation.

"If you're in a hurry, then you can stay here for me," the female Night Elf raised her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes revealing a cold light, and she was extremely dissatisfied with the tone of his voice, and she didn't look at the token.

Seeing this, he took a diagonal step, intending to enter directly past the Night Elves.

But as soon as he made a move, the Night Elf's Violet-Skinned arm was horizontally in front of him, and an extra moon blade appeared in his palm.

The cold light of the moon blade shone, and she crossed his neck in front of his neck, staring at him coldly, without saying a word.

"Mavi. Yingge, you're too much, I'm going to complain about you, I'm going to get you out," he shouted as he felt the chill on his neck, a look of fear flashing across his face. 、

"I'm welcome to complain, but I just won't accept it," she said slowly, opening her somewhat shriveled lips.

"Relax, relax, relax," a night elf hurriedly ran over, he grabbed the moon blade, then flicked a look, motioned for the other party to leave quickly, and said with a mouth of persuasion; "My dearest sister, you have anger, don't be angry with him, human beings are a race that protects the short, if you want to kill him, it will cause a war." (My novel "World of Warcraft: Prince Gilneys" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% raffle gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! (To be continued......)