In the evening, it began to rain outside Karazhan.

A drizzle of rain fell from the gloomy sky, casting a dark veil over the world outside the castle.

A human army headed towards Karazan, and the galloping horses lifted the mud onto their master's mantle.

The door opened, and the blonde-haired, blue-eyed High Elves arranged the arrival of the humans in an orderly manner.

Kael'thas and Medivan were discussing magic in the library, and he soon got the news and hurried to the banquet hall.

"Your Majesty Varian."

He greeted the human king with a smile as he sat alone drinking tea.

"I'm here to interrupt."

Varian stood up to greet him.

Kael'thas noticed that Varian had changed into clean clothes and no dust on his face, apparently having just washed up.

This gave him an appreciative glance at Valrela, who had arranged all of them.

"Why are you here?"

Kael'thas and Varian sat down face to face, then asked:

"What's the matter?"

He couldn't help but wonder if he had never received the young king since Kael'thas came to Karazhan.

"No, I just happened to come back from the South."

Varian laughed dryly:

"It was raining suddenly, so I came straight here."

"You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

He asked Kael'thas with slightly embarrassed eyes.

Kael'thas liked Varian's appearance, honest and young - not yet old.

With this king in his presence, the High Elves should be able to maintain good relations with the Stormwind Kingdom.

Even in the original history, Varian was divided into two people because of Onexia, which led to a great change in his surname. But when the new chieftain of the tribe succeeded to the throne and Gianna attacked the elves of Dalaran, Varian still wanted to make peace with the High Elves.

So Kael'thas didn't think about being hostile to Varian.

"Of course not."

So, he answered Varian's concerns very simply, and then asked rhetorically:

"What are you going to do in the South, though?"

Kael'thas wondered if it was the orcs - a few months ago, the orcs left the continent from the valley of thorns at the southern end.

"I'm going to look at the traces of the orcs, and in fact, our skirmish on an island in the ocean is gone."

Varian replied - the Stormwind Kingdom had sent some exploration points in the oceans.

"Outpost?"

Kael'thas thought about it, and he had this impression in his mind.

Legend has it that the Orcs were unable to withstand the storm as they migrated to the continent of Kalimdor, and Thrall feared that the damaged ships would not be enough to reach Kalimdor, so he ordered the tribe to seek refuge in the bay of a nearby island.

A group of jungle trolls (unlike forest trolls), the Darkspear Troll clan entertained these new orc guests. The fish-men then captured the tribal leaders Senkin, Thrall, and a number of other orcs and trolls. Thrall managed to escape and rescue a group of captives, but a fish-man wizard managed to sacrifice Senjin to their gods.

As he lay dying, Senkin told the group that he had seen a vision of the future, in which Thrall led the Darkspear tribe out of the island.

Revering the glory of Senkin, Thrall promised the Darkspear tribe a place among the tribes and promised them a refuge in the new kingdom he planned to establish in Kalimdor. Later, Senkin's son, Woking, became the new leader of the Darkspear Clan, leading his people to join the tribe.

[Is this the time?] 】

When Kael'thas remembered this, he was almost certain that the human outpost had disappeared like this.

Varian's subsequent explanation proves this - he mentions traces of fishmen, trolls, and orcs on the island.

"But this time it shouldn't be the orcs and trolls causing trouble."

After talking about the results of the investigation, Varian frowned:

"We know from several survivors that the reason the Sentinel disappeared was due to a huge tsunami that was caused by a fish-man wizard."

"How do these fishmen have such great power?"

Varian grumbled.

Kael'thas also thought of the weak fish-men he had encountered as a child.

Fish-people may seem weak, but they're actually not bad at all - most of the world's fish-people serve the Naga.

And Naga is transformed by the upper elves.

During the War of the Ancients, some of the upper elves betrayed Queen Azhara and slowly developed into the current High Elves.

However, the upper elves belonging to Queen Azhara were sucked into the depths of the ocean by the explosion of the Well of Eternity, and transformed into the fishtail Naga clan.

There are even some high-level elves who have been seduced by demons and turned into even stranger looks...

Ten thousand years later, the power of the upper elves still lurks in this world.

"By the way, how long has it been since Her Highness Kalia came?"

Varian moved on to something else.

"Hmm... More than half a year, right? What's wrong? ”

Kael'thas replied, estimating the time.

Varian laughed:

"Sure enough, I think she's probably busy, and she doesn't have much time left."

His words puzzled Kael'thas a little.

"How?"

"What is she up to?"

Valera began to order tea and food to be added to the table, and Kael'thas asked.

"His Highness Arthasa is still more than a year away from reaching adulthood, and he will soon have to return to Lordaeron to be taught by His Majesty Terenus himself, so now His Highness Kalia should be busy teaching him better."

Varian didn't care about the elves' actions, and when he spoke of Terenus, he couldn't help but have an admiring look on his face.

"With such a great sister and father, His Royal Highness Arthas will also become a generation of Ming Jun!"

He took a sip of tea and said with a little envy.

Kael'thas laughed.

"Aren't you also a generation of Mingjun?"

He blinked, with nostalgia between his eyebrows:

"I remember the night I first saw you, you were a little boy hiding in Lord Lothar's arms, and I didn't think you were a father now..."

"Hmm..."

Varian almost squirted the tea out of his mouth, and his face suddenly turned embarrassed.

"This... After all, it's been more than ten years..."

He finally swallowed the water, and then said with a wry smile:

"More than a decade is not a short time for us."

Kael'thas smiled slightly.

"More than ten years..."

He shook his head and stopped talking about it.

The table is already filled with all kinds of beautiful food and snacks.

"Come on, try the food of our Quel'Salas."

Kael'thas extended an invitation to Varian.

After that, he took the curious Varian on a tour of the entire castle and arranged for him to stay in Karazan for one night.

Wake up the next morning.

When he arrived at the banquet hall, Kael'thas saw that Varian had put on his warrior's armor.

Clearly, the king of Stormwind was ready to leave.

"Won't you stay a few more days?"

Kael'thas walked to the window, looked at the hazy world outside and frowned:

"The rain shows no signs of stopping."

Varian walked over to him as well, looking outside.

"No, I'm afraid it will be hard to stop this rain for a few days."

His eyes looked at the gloomy sky, but the sky here was different from the outside—nothing could be seen.

"I don't think if I don't go back, their mother and son will worry about me."

Varian smiled softly in his eyes:

"Stormwind is not far away, and you can reach it now at noon, so it doesn't matter if it rains."

Kael'thas shook his head.

For a professional, the rain really doesn't matter, but for the owner, he can't just say goodbye to the guests without doing anything.

"I'll get you some clothes to protect yourself from the rain!"

Kael'thas said he remembers having clothes like this.

Varian accepted.

The two had a breakfast together and walked to the front of the gate.

Hundreds of well-rested human soldiers gathered, and a guard led King Varian's horse with him.

"Dude, looks like you're doing well, too!"

Varian patted his strong, dry horse, pleased with the elves' reception.

"Thank you for your hospitality this time, can I bring my wife next time?"

He thanked Kael'thas for it, but another thought came to his mind.

Last night Varian found out that Karazhan's theater and other places were open, and he was eager to bring his wife along.

"Of course, you have a really good relationship."

Kael'thas nodded in agreement, and then had the waterproof clothes brought over.

As soon as Varian and his soldiers put it on, they got on their horses.

"Although there is a little regret, this time I will say goodbye first."

He said with some wicked amusement, waving goodbye to Kael'thas in part.

Kael'thas asked him with some amusement and anger:

"What do you have to regret?"

"Ghosts."

Varian opened his mouth and smiled:

"Haha, Karazan is most famous for ghosts, but I didn't see anything this time, isn't it a pity?"

"And..."

He smiled a little bitterly and said:

"When I was a kid, I heard Khadgar say that there were occasional visions of the future in Karazhan, and now it seems that he lied to me again."

Khadgar has been following Lothar for many years, and naturally and Varian is also familiar with it.

But that's not the point...

Kael'thas was well aware that Khadgar was a disciple of Medivan, and that what he said about Karazan should be believed.

[A vision of the future? 】

Until Varian left, Kael'thas still couldn't calm down.

He couldn't be sure if it was true.

But if true, why did Medivan never tell him?

[It seems that I don't know enough about Karazhan.] 】

Kael'thas clenched his fists, if Karazan could really see a vision of the future, he couldn't let it go anyway.

He immediately made a new plan.

Re-glance at Karazhan, including all the dark corners.

(To be continued)