"Parking ......," Mi Shan, who had been sitting in the carriage for less than five minutes, immediately stopped.

Thinking that something was wrong, Greenhill immediately rushed up and opened the car door, and the first thing he did was to put a protective blessing on Lord Mishan.

Then the female knight saw only Misugi-sama, unharmed, rubbing her buttocks, which were almost torn apart, with an expression that was worse than death.

Greenhill's built, British four-wheeled carriage that perfectly balances comfort and off-roading, was blown to powder by a dragon bomb arranged by Onexia.

King Varian, who wants to meet Greenhill the Dragon Slayer, will definitely not let Misr walk to the palace at Stormwind Fortress.

A larger, more luxurious royal carriage was arranged to receive Mishan, drawn by four Alahima.

The problem is that the craftsmen of Stormwind City are still stuck in thicker cotton pads for their research on vehicle shock absorption.

Even if the ground of Stormwind was a gravel road that was flat enough, it still choked the rice fir in the carriage.

This is about a problem that modern people who are spoiled by the shock absorption suspension systems of various vehicles will face.

"Need I give it a makeover? My lord. Greenhill didn't know where to find a set of hardware tools, and asked Lord Mishan with a wrench in one hand and a cone in the other.

"No need, it's not good to keep King Varian waiting for a long time." Mi Shan, who rubbed his lower back, said, "Just walk over like this." ”

"Yes, sir." In response to Lord Missar's order, Greenhill put away his horse without any objection.

The Duke of Berval, who was in charge of accompanying him, was wondering whether it would be faster to modify the car, or whether it would be faster to walk from here to Stormstorm.

At a normal walking pace, it will take at least half an hour to get there.

And is the royal carriage really so bumpy?

Although he vomited in his heart, Duke Berval also waved his hand to signal the accompanying knights to leave first, and he would accompany Mishan to Stormwind Fortress.

When the knights who served as guards left, leaving only the two personal guards of the Duke of Boval to accompany him, Mishan asked the Duke of Boval with an expression of what he remembered:

"How's the evacuation going?"

"Thank you Your Highness for your concern, with the efforts of the Knights and the Stormwind Guard, the evacuation is currently proceeding in an orderly manner." Duke Berval subconsciously played an official tone.

"Oh, what about the masonry brotherhood?" Mishan continued.

"......," the Duke of Berval, who had something to say in Mishan's words, paused and said, "His Majesty will give them a satisfactory answer." ”

"Hopefully." After Mi Shan said this sentence very casually, he didn't speak again, and it seemed that he really just casually mentioned those stonemasons.

…… Walked for almost forty minutes......

Although the Duke of Berval judged the pace of walking to be thirty minutes, it was clear that he was calculating the speed at which the patrol was on a daily basis.

Mishan doesn't always maintain that speed, basically walking all the way...... It's a pity that because of the sudden appearance of the black dragon, the market is closed, the city is under martial law, except for the guards wandering through the streets and the citizens in a hurry, there is no beautiful scenery.

But even so, it took Rice Shan forty minutes to get to the outside of Stormwind Fortress.

Let's hope that King Varian, whose fate has been changed, won't wait too much.

Mi Shan, who walked to the gate of the Storm Fortress, raised his head and glanced at the entrance of the Storm Fortress that was more than twenty meters high, revealing a subtle look.

The Duke of Berval, who had noticed Mishan's eyes, couldn't guess what it meant.

Only Greenhill knew that Mistress Misr was lamenting that Onexia died so early, and there might not be a statue of the future King Varian.

Without Onexia's actions, there is a question mark over how far King Varian would have been.

Maybe heroes are heroes after all, and without Onexia, there would have been her brother Nefarian, her father Deathwing.

Perhaps from now on, King Varian will only be King Varian, and will not be able to become the Lord of the Alliance, the King of the Lions.

Lowering his head, Misson followed Duke Berval into the Stormwind Fortress again and asked Greenhill, "Who do you think it will be?" ”

“…… I think...... Maybe...... Ms. Tyrande, yes. Greenhill was stunned for a second before Mistress Mishan asked, "If King Varian can't become the hero, then who will lead the alliance in the future?" ”

"Tyrande? Her husband probably hasn't gotten up yet. Mishan said meaningfully.

Tyrande, the priestess of the night elf moon who has lived for more than 10,000 years and experienced the battle of the ancients, if there is anything she is not suitable for being the lord of the alliance, it is the sensuality that she has not lost for more than 10,000 years...... Or call it a girl's heart. (Or a moist banana?) ）

This kind of character is destined to be a mountain boss, but it is okay to be the helmsman of the overall force...... Anyway, Mi Shan thinks it's no fun.

"What about Ms. Gianna?" Grishir continued.

"Well, that's a good option, especially since she's in pretty good shape when she's about to enter the book, do you need me to sing the ballad "Daughter of the Sea" by Kurtilas? Mishan's tone was full of mockery.

One will be far left, one will be far right, first the Nobel Prize for pacifism (if Azeroth has one), and then the boss template that almost provoked a world war.

People who are good at going to extremes are less suitable to be leaders than people who are more emotional than rational.

"And what about His Majesty Jean Greymane?" Greenhill mentions King Gilneis.

"Can you accept a werewolf as your leader? Wait, it doesn't seem to be anything wrong, after all, elves and dwarves can accept humans, why can't werewolves? After Mi Shan finished speaking, he shook his head and said:

"It's a pity that he's old, and his son is pretty good, but it's a pity."

"My lord, at this point in time, His Majesty's son is still alive." Greenhill reminded that it was at this point in time that she wanted to remind Mishan that Gilneth had not yet become a werewolf nation due to the curse of the Luna Scythe.

(The transformation into a werewolf kingdom was when Arthas came back with the Frost Sorrow to slaughter his father and let the undead scourge ravage the entire northern continent, in order to resist the attack of the Scourge Legion, Gilneys, who pursued an isolationist policy, was forced to summon werewolves to fight)

"That's right, if I have the chance, I'll try to change the fate of that prince." Myshang, who had played the Werewolf Beginner Quest, felt sorry for the prince who dared to face the Banshee King Sylvanas.

Unfortunately, in the world of Azeroth, there is no good end for those who have the title of prince, such as Prince Arthas, Prince Kael'thas, and Prince Liam Greymane of Gilney, whom Misr Shan just mentioned.

"And what about His Majesty Magni Copperbeard?" Greenhill continued to search for possible objects.

"He's got more important things to do, oh, don't recommend his two brothers, neither Muradin nor Brian, to be leaders." Mishan said.

"Master Craftsman Mecatok ......"

"His title is Great Craftsman, and his title is just Great Craftsman."

"Your Excellency Ronin......"

"Luo Aotian? Are you sure that even Dalaran's split can't be suppressed by him, and he is fit to be a leader? Long Aotian will obediently go to Long Aotian. "Mi Shan prefers Khadgar to Luo Aotian, who is the real mage in Mi Shan's mind.

To paraphrase a phrase often used in the DND-like world, "there are only low-level mages, no low-level spells"

"What do you mean...... sir," Greenhill wondered.

"What do you think of Illidan, Child of Light and Darkness?" Mi Shan said with a smile.

"Don't make such jokes, sir." Greenhill said immediately.

"Actually, I've always been the most optimistic about Vandal Deerhelm, but unfortunately...... He went the wrong way. Mi Shan put away the joke and said.

In the battle of quicksand for a thousand years, he fought against the Zerg who were controlled by the ancient gods, and even went to the Cave of Time single-handedly, and forcibly dragged those pretentious dragons out to help in the battle.

In terms of courage, courage, and even love for his children, it is almost a copy of the future King Varian.

The only difference is that King Varian's son became a dirty shepherd, while Vandal Deerhelm's son died in the Battle of the Quicksands.

"My lord, if it's that person, it's too late." Greenhill said.

"yes, it's too late." Mi Shan sighed.

No amount of glory can be exchanged for the life of his son, although he has not been a father for a long time, but he has also become a father's Mishan, and can understand why Vandal Deer Helmet has come to that point.

Misr and Greenhill's conversation did not shy away from Duke Berval, who led the way.

Duke Berval, who listened to all the conversations between Misr and Greenhill, had a sense of absurdity in the Old Town Hotel listening to the braggadocio of those adventurers.

The problem is that one of the two people who are blowing each other has just killed a giant dragon, and it only takes one move.

Forget it, this kind of thing is a headache for His Majesty Varian.

The Duke of Berval, who was overwhelmed by the amount of information, had no excitement at all about the killing of his biggest political opponent.