In the palace of Stormwind City, in the king's study, a lamp is like a bean, and the little king sits under the lamp, looking at a note in his hand.

The lantern suddenly jumped, and the little king paused, put the note on the lamp and lit it, and said to the door, "Where is that man?" I'm going to see him now. ”

The door creaked open, and the old palace steward stood at the door, bent down and said, "My king, please come with me."

After that, the old butler looked around vigilantly and whispered: "Don't be afraid, my king, there is chaos in the city today, and all the guards have gone to the front hall to be on guard."

The little king nodded, threw the burning piece of paper on the ground, and walked out of the study, and the old butler hurriedly led the way. The two of them went out of the ear door, turned into the dark back garden, and felt to the east.

The road in the garden was uneven, and the two of them did not turn on the lights, passing through the flowers, and only after half an hour did they come to the cliff side to look at the sun pavilion. It was late at night, and the two crescents had risen into the sky, and a white figure stood alone in the gazebo, looking at the foggy Elwin Forest motionless.

Seeing this strange back, the little king stopped, and his face showed a touch of vigilance.

"Your Majesty, the following matters can only be discussed by yourself." The old butler stepped back behind the little king and stooped down at his little back.

The little king took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and walked into the gazebo without hesitation. The white figure was shocked, and slowly turned around, revealing a beautiful face.

"Generalissimo of the Water Elf Kingdom, see His Majesty the King of Stormwind." The person who came bowed his head and bowed, and it turned out to be the generalissimo of the Water Elf Kingdom - Wentini.

At the same time, in the king's study, the regent Berval Vortagan crouched on the ground, looking at the pile of ashes.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and another person entered, and the pink floor-length skirt floated to a halt beside Bolvar.

It was a woman with curly blond hair, a fair and delicate face, blue eyes, and an indescribable maturity in her gestures.

"Katrana." Even if he didn't look up, he could hear who the familiar footsteps belonged to, and he said with some sadness. "The king doesn't trust me anymore."

The woman who came late at night was one of Stormwind's most sought-after figures, the Countess, Katrana Presto. Only the two of them could enter the king's study without notice.

"You're careful, Lord Regent." The countess also crouched down and looked at the Regent with a gentle smile on her face. "King, he's just grown up, and every adult has his own secrets, aren't we?"

The countess smiled playfully, and her beautiful face bloomed like a flower, and the whole room seemed to be dyed with a glimmer of light from this smile. Bolval looked at the woman in front of him, took a deep breath, and nodded.

Thousands of miles away, on the top of the snowy mountain in Danmoro, in the middle of a field of ice and snow, there is a small tent. Candles were burning all night inside, and two stocky silhouettes were reflected on the tent, drinking and talking,

Before long, the eastern sky revealed a touch of red, the curtain of the tent door was lifted, and an old dwarf in simple clothes walked out with a wine glass. He let out a long breath in the morning glow and sighed, "Brian, my dear brother, have you walked so many places and seen a more magnificent sunrise than here?"

This old dwarf is the current King of Ironforge, Magni Copperbeard.

The curtain was lifted again, and another dwarf stepped out, followed by a sleepy-eyed gorilla. The cold wind stirred, and the gorilla quickly shrank back, refusing to show his head again.

Brian sighed helplessly, scratched his head and walked over to Magni, sitting on the ice with one hand.

"I have to admit that the sunrise in Danmorrow is the most beautiful I've ever seen." Brian faced the glow with deep intoxication on his face.

Magni suddenly became excited when he heard this, "So, you're finally willing to stay?!" ”

Brian looked embarrassed and hesitated: "I would love to stay, but I haven't been to Pandalia yet, and this regret is unbearable." I thought, I'd better wait until I've been there, and then go home to retire, and I'll have nothing to do to write a memoir or something......"

"I hate panda people!" Magni Copperbeard drank the wine in his glass and sat down on the snow with a sigh of relief.

Brian's face was triolated.

The sun finally jumped out of the sea of clouds, dyeing the Danmoro Snow Mountain gold, and at the foot of the mountain, the mist in the taiga gradually dissipated, and a horse-drawn carriage was passing through the mountain paths. The driver was a middle-aged dwarf, dressed unpretentiously and looking no different from an ordinary farmer.

The carriage was full of grass, and on the grass lay a young dwarf lying on his back, sleeping. If Cheng Xiaotian was here, he would definitely recognize at a glance that this young dwarf was the one who hired someone to beat him at the sweet water well.

The mountain road has nine twists and eighteen bends, and the men who drive are familiar with the road, and from time to time they drive into a small town. The town is not very large, but it has a resounding name - Anvimar.

There is a small wooden house at the entrance of the town, far from the main road, standing alone on the edge of the forest. The carriage drove up, and the young dwarf got up and got out of the carriage.

"Thank you, uncle." The young man waved and shouted at the departing carriage.

"No need, he's waiting for you, go ahead." The dwarf man who was driving also waved his hand, turned the corner and disappeared.

The young dwarf's face became a little depressed when he heard this, and he turned and walked towards the cabin.

There was no need to knock on the door, but as soon as he reached the door, the door was pushed open from within, and an old dwarf stood inside the door and said, "Come in, your father has been waiting for a long time."

The young dwarf nodded slightly, and walked in, and the old dwarf closed the door again.

The interior of the cabin was rudimentary, but clean, and the fireplace in the corner was blazing, baking the room warm as spring. There were two sofas opposite each other in front of the fireplace, and two people were sitting and talking to each other, one of them was a young dwarf, and the other was the supreme leader of the dwarfs, the great craftsman Mekatok!

"Young Master." The dwarf quickly stood up and nodded at the young dwarf.

The young dwarf waved his hand impatiently, walked over to Mecatok and sat down, not looking at the dwarf at all, and the dwarf who had been given the cold reception sat back down.

"Rude boy, help me pour a cup of tea for the guest." Mecatok reproached, but his eyes were full of love.

The young dwarf looked unhappy, but got up and went to the side, while Mecatok began to talk to the dwarf again.

"I'm sorry, but we couldn't save your father, who was brutally murdered by the Arathi Basin gang." Mecatok said bitterly, and when the young dwarf heard this, he was pouring the tea, and a few drops of tea spilled.

But he immediately regained his composure, walked back with his teacup, and placed it gently in front of the dwarf.

After a while, the dwarf burst into tears, and he sobbed and cried: "I have been dependent on my father since I was a child, and now, I don't even have a relative......

"I can empathize with your sadness." Mecatok sighed and took the teacup himself and brought it to the dwarf. "Please drink this cup of tea, relax, there will be no less than a cent about the bereavement, and it will be doubled! From now on, we will be your relatives. ”

The dwarf hurriedly took the teacup, thanked him repeatedly, and drank it dry.

The young dwarf looked at this scene, his face became more and more ugly, he suddenly turned to face his father, and asked in a bitter voice, "Why?"

Mecatok leaned back, his expression suddenly becoming very tired, and said, "My son, I am doing this for the sake of my dwarf clan, including you. I called you here today to teach you a lesson and clarify your responsibilities in the future. ”

The dwarf listened to the conversation between father and son, a little inexplicable, but before he could ask, a sharp pain suddenly came from his heart, like a flame burning in the abdominal cavity. His waist began to crumble, and he fell to the ground with his head on the ground, moaning in pain#.

Mekatok ignored this, continued to look at his son and said: "Our dwarf people have lost their land, and now they have become duckweed without roots, and they are cold-eyed under the fence. If you want to change all this, you can only get your own territory first, let the people rest and recuperate, and then return to your hometown to regain the lost land when you grow stronger in the future. ”

As he spoke, the dwarf stopped struggling, and died with his head on the ground and his eyes wide open.

"Why Stormwind?" The young gnome continued.

Mecatok turned around, looked at the flames in the fireplace, and spat out a soft word, "Because, Stormwind is too powerful. (The second volume ends, and the third volume of "Earth Awakening" opens, so stay tuned.) ）

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PS: I'm guilty, there's no doubt about it, I wrote a good fantasy trip alive as a conspiracy trip...... Only all kinds of tickets can wash away my sins, there is no doubt about it! (The third volume will be more refreshing, it won't be as heavy as the first volume, and it won't be as depressing as the second volume, really!) (To be continued.) )