Tens of thousands of refugees will certainly not all be settled in Lordaeron City, and King Terenus has been busy for more than half a month to properly resettle all the refugees.

In addition, there are still many civilians in need of rescue on the ruins of the Storm Kingdom, which requires contacting Kurtilas, who has the strongest navy in the Seven Kingdoms, and Kurtilas, who uses the sea anchor as his emblem, and Kutilas merchant ships with excellent long-distance navigation ability to make it the most prosperous country in the known world, and it is said that the farthest has resisted the distant continent of Kalimdor.

Most of the disturbing government affairs were resolved, Arthas and Varian also became good friends, and the two princes, who were six years apart, got along very happily, although Varian was still immersed in the sadness and confusion of the lost country, but the occasional smile also soothed King Lane's frowning brows a lot.

Early that morning, Varian woke up from his nightmare and suddenly rolled over, sweating profusely and his heart pounding.

In the dream, Varian saw the fire, the orcs roared, the silence was broken, and the wailing people were shrouded in blood and fire, trying to stretch out their arms and beg for salvation, and he could not do anything!

Varian went to bed barefoot, the cold stone floor calmed his frightened heart a little, and his eyes looked left and right, and everywhere he saw were unfamiliar patterns, emblems, and tassels, reminding Varian that he was a prince of a dead country, a weak and weak man.

"Damn!" Varian's small fists clenched, his eyes filled with rage.

Varian's movements were light, but he couldn't dodge the knights waiting outside the door, and the door slammed slightly.

"Your Highness?"

Varian let go of his fist, trying to calm the anger in his heart, his voice slightly distorted, "Cody, help me prepare water." ”

After washing, Varian took his sword to the back garden with his back to the street, and began his daily practice under Cody's guidance.

The white and tender little hands held the hilt of the sword tightly, Varian's eyes were solemn, rhythmically exhaling and inhaling, and the silver-white long sword swung smoothly, chopping, slashing, stabbing, and picking, every step was done meticulously.

As the rising sun shone into the garden, Varian's forehead was covered with fine sweat, some dripping into his eyes. But Varian didn't mean to wipe it, and after the daily practice, before he could take a breath and relax, he put down his sword and started the second training-

The power of faith is inspired!

This time, instead of swinging his sword in the air, Varian stood beside a tree thicker than his waist and took a deep breath, his young fist clenched.

"Boom!"

From the fist came a painful pain to the bone, and with an unreserved punch, Varian's entire hand was blurred with flesh and blood, and his finger bones were directly cracked, and he was seriously injured at once.

No way!

Varian relaxed slightly, then puffed up again, raised his other hand, and slammed it out

Cody calmly called the court priest, and after the two healing spells, Varian's hand returned to its original state, and then carefully cleaned it, except for a slightly strange complexion, there was no trace of it.

Varian sat wearily under the tree, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar shadow out of the corner of his eye.

"Is it Al?" Varian glanced at Cody, patted the dust up from the ground, walked to the edge of the garden, and stared at Arthas's back through the fence.

What is he doing here?

Although the noble Varian can freely enter and leave the Lordaeron Palace, he is an outsider after all, so he cannot live in the palace, but lives in a separate place in the Lordaeron Military District with King Lane, Anduin Lothar and other fugitive nobles from Stormwind City, but as a show of respect, the royal family of the Stormwind Kingdom lives in a guest house adjacent to the Lordaeron Palace.

It stands to reason that the people in this neighborhood are either rich or rich, and it is impossible to let unknown people open shops here, but Varian watched as Alsace came to a humble store that Varian would never have noticed, knocked on the door, crossed the threshold, and became familiar as if he were the owner of the shop.

Varian thought for a moment, comforting himself with the excuse that Al was his friend and could not allow him to go to strange places, climbed over the fence and ran towards the humble shop adjacent to the palace.

The door was hidden, and through the crack in the door, Varian could see only a clean table and a few benches.

There was no sound in there, as if Alsace hadn't gone in at all!

Varian swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart, and his feet moved back a little, and he suddenly woke up.

"No, I'm Varian Ureon, Prince of the Stormwind Kingdom, and I'm going to lead my people to expel the orcs from my homeland in the future, how can I retreat here!"

The eleven-year-old boy slowly pushed the door open, and thanks to his efforts, the door shaft did not make a noise.

When the crack in the door was large enough for Varian to slip into, Varian lowered his palms and quietly walked into the neat storefront, the odd tools neatly placed on the shelves, and the stack of plates neatly contained behind the counters.

If so, it would not be strange, but Varian saw through the window that there was a stone mill in the small courtyard, and the blindfolded donkey put on a rope and turned the mill slowly, and the plump soybeans were ground into milky white juice, and Arthas was sitting on the stone mill, his legs strangely coiled, his eyes closed, and his face very serious.

It's really weird!

Varian found the door to the backyard and was almost startled as soon as he entered.

"Oh? Coming to the guests? "In a place that is difficult to see in the window, there is a rattan chair, on which sits an extremely clean and elegant man.

Varian came back to his senses and preemptively asked, "Who are you?" At the same time, he looked the man up and down, his face relaxed slightly, such a weak man, even if he is an adult, he can't beat me.

The man seemed to see the expression on Varian's face, touched his nose, and said with a slightly wry smile: "Although I am a civilian, I am still very unhappy to be looked down upon by children." ”

"Honestly, tell me your name, and why is Alsace here?" Varian's little face made a vicious look and waved his small fist in demonstration.

Before the man could speak, a coquettish voice suddenly came from inside the room: "Who is yelling and disturbing people's dreams!" ”

Shout!

A pink children's shoe flies out of the house, and Varian dodges left and right, only to be hit on the head by the shoe, and falls into a big ass.

Rubbing his forehead and grinning, Varian raised his head, his fluffy blonde hair came into view, his blue eyes were lively and elf, and his delicate little face was delicate and angry, which hit Varian's softest heart in an instant.

Young Varian, suddenly feeling the taste of first love!

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PS: The fifth is a bit more difficult, everyone go to bed early as usual, and get up tomorrow to watch. Don't say it, eat some supper and continue to code words (to be continued.) )