Gouyle carefully hid behind a spruce tree, watching in horror as a few human adventurers and a cramponal bear fought in front of him, and from time to time shouts could be heard from the wind.

Aragorn (warrior) "Milk me, milk me!" Relying on this bear hurts so high. ”

Yawen (Pastor): "I'm running out of blue!" You drink the blood vial yourself. ”

Legolas (Hunter): "Warrior, don't mess around, be careful—I'm going to zoom in!" ”

Aim and shoot - Arrows of the Wind!

Whoosh, an arrow went straight into the left eye of the crampon bear, and a critical blow directly gave the crampon bear a quarter of his blood left.

"Hahaha, I'm accurate enough for this arrow."

The three adventurers were so excited that they didn't notice that an orc child was secretly observing them not far away.

It wasn't until the three adventurers left after touching the monster corpse that Gouyl cautiously touched it.

He walked over to the crampons' carcass, pulled out a knife, and cut a piece of the bear's flesh, and now he finally had something to eat.

Five minutes later, Gouyle hid in a bush, nibbling on cold bear meat while reminiscing about what had happened these days.

Gouyle had been wandering the wastelands of Alterac for three days, desperate to find his brother, or his mother, or Master Drektar, or any orc he knew.

But the Frostwolf Clan seemed to disappear all at once, and there was no trace left, and for three days he could only see all kinds of terrible monsters, snowmen, crampons, and frost souls......

And, of course, there was the one who scared him the most - the greedy adventurers.

These adventurers are simply mad, they sweep through the snowy fields, killing all living creatures, not even a rabbit or a squirrel......

Suddenly, a sense of danger gave him a look of fear.

Gouyl hurriedly stopped chewing, took the dagger in his hand, and shivered and hid in the bushes.

One Punch Man (Warrior Monk): "Hey, are you sure you're right?" There are no monsters here. ”

Hawkeye (Hunter): "That's right, my 'Tracking Humanoids' clearly shows that there are humanoid hostile creatures here. ”

The hunter stomped around in annoyance, and Gouyl buried himself in the snow for fear of being discovered.

The hunter only saw a patch of white flowers around him, and simply whistled to summon the battle pet.

"Sniff, look."

The cliff boar called Sniff immediately sniffed everywhere, getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye it was approaching.

Not good! Gouyle was terrified, and knew that he could not hide, so he got up and ran.

Immediately exposed to the sight of the two adventurers.

Gouyle (Orc Child), Civilian Template, Level 5, 100 Health.

One Punch Man (Warrior Monk): "Hey, it's an orc kid, Gouyle?" There's even a name.,Couldn't it be a quest monster? ”

Hawkeye (Hunter): "Whatever, it's a red name anyway, it's done." The hunter said as he bent his bow and arrow, and took aim and shot an arrow.

Sou! As soon as the arrow hit the back of the heart, Gouyl felt a pain in the back of his heart, and he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes were dark.

After an unknown amount of time, Gouyle opened his eyes blankly, and he found himself standing on a snowy field, surrounded by no one around.

The two adventurers from before were gone, and no trace remained.

Sure enough, it happened again......

Gouyle was a little puzzled and a little numb, this kind of thing had happened several times in the past few days, once he was accidentally discovered by a group of ice wolves, he thought that these ice wolves could be tamed, but he was torn apart in the blink of an eye.

Then he found himself in a strange place, intact - only the leather coat on his body was missing.

Later, he was killed by a frost ghost and lost his leather boots.

Then came a few adventurers, and that time he lost his hat.

Whenever he encounters a monster or an adventurer, he will suddenly feel a pain, his eyes will go black, and then when he comes to his senses, he will appear in another completely unfamiliar place.

What did you lose this time?

He examined his body, and to his despair, found that the dagger was missing.

Gouyle sighed, he didn't know what the hell was going on, what would happen if everything on his body was gone?

He thought desperately, and walked towards the front in a daze.

This time he refreshed the good position, it turned out to be on the edge of a valley, down the snowy slope, and soon saw green grass and trees.

The melting snow gathered into a river, and beside the river was a wooden house in the wilderness, with red brick walls and blue tiles, wooden doors and windows, cooking smoke was slowly rising, and the smell of food made him drool.

He hadn't eaten anything for three days except a few bites of raw meat, he wanted to eat, but houses meant humans, and humans meant danger.

He subconsciously touched the pocket, and then remembered that the knife was gone.

Look at the calm hut in front of you and smell the aroma of food.

Gouyle gritted his teeth and walked into the hotel.

Even if it is death, you must eat enough before you speak.

The room was empty, the living room table was filled with grilled pork chops, toast, oatmeal, and a bottle of wine, the food was clearly freshly prepared, steaming, and the broth was simmering in the hanging pot of the fireplace, everything was so strange and beautiful.

Guyildon's eyes lit up, and he picked up the pork chop and nibbled on it.

As soon as you bite it, the soft pork with spices and honey rushes straight to your taste buds.

It's so delicious! It was much better than the food he had eaten in the tribe in the past, and hundreds of times better than cold raw meat.

Gouyl took a big bite and then picked up the broth and poured himself a bowl, and in one bite, the hot broth dispelled the chill on his body.

He took another sip of the bottle, then spit it out, and he couldn't get used to the human taste, so he immediately turned his attention back to things.

Goyle ate so much that he forgot everything around him so much that he did not notice an old man who came out of the kitchen, looking at him with a look of surprise and interest.

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Bang bang bang! Fat Goo knocked on the door of the VIP room, "King Wa, we're at Port Royal in Lordaeron." ”

Fat Coo was a little nervous, Varian had locked himself in the cabin for three days, never opening the door except for the occasional food delivery.

Fat Coo could see Varian sitting in the darkness of the cabin as he delivered the meal, his face expressionless, he seemed to be in a state of incomparably heavy grief, and as if he was thinking about the answer to some difficult question, Fat Coo could understand, no one would be happy if he died, that would be so unconscionable—at least that's what he thought.

The door to the cabin slammed open, revealing Varian's gloomy and decadent face, though he looked much calmer by now.

"King Wa? ......"

Varian (Prince of the Storm): "Call me Varian from this day forward, I'm not a king yet, and I'm not qualified to be called a king, and until I banish those savage orcs from my kingdom, and until I avenge my father's king, please don't call me King Varian again." ”

"Well, all right, Your Highness, we're at Port Royal, Lordaeron, you see...... Why don't you take another break? Adjust the status, you look a little ......"

"No, it's not necessary." Varian said calmly, "I've been thinking a lot about it these days, I've figured everything out, war, kingdom, power...... Hehe, power is a poison, it makes people crazy, but I will not be lost in this poison, I know very well what I am going to do, I am ready. ”

As he spoke, as if to prove it all, he suddenly smiled brightly, as if his father's death had never bothered him.

Only the coldness in the depths of his eyes proved that Varian was not as happy as he seemed.

Fat Coo looked at the smile and felt uneasy for a while, and he wanted to say something, but Varian had already walked towards the shore.

On the pier of the pier, two mighty royal knights of Lordaeron lined up, and more than a dozen royal musicians were playing the trumpets of welcome.

It can be seen that Lordaeron still attaches great importance to Varian's arrival.

The procession led by two princes stood at the end of the pier and was responsible for greeting them.

As Varian walked over, his expression of joy immediately changed to one of grief and composure.

Adam (Prince Lordaeron): "Prince Varian, welcome to Lordaeron, my father is deeply sympathetic to your plight, and he wants you to make this your home, please settle down first, and then I will take you to meet your father." ”

Varian (Prince of the Storm): "Thank you for your kindness, but my father's death at the hands of those filthy orcs makes my revenge urgent, and this time I am here for help, and I am desperate to meet His Majesty Tenaris, if I can." ”

The two princes glanced at each other and nodded, "Please come with me, Your Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Half an hour later, Varian followed the two princes into the main hall of Lordaeron's palace.

The shape of the main hall of the palace of Lordaeron is quite peculiar, there is a throne in the empty hall, and around the main hall is a circle of high platforms, and it is said that during the deliberations, the envoys of various countries will stand on the high platform and speak, and surround the throne, this strange arrangement makes people think a lot.

It is said that during the ancient Araso Empire, the emperors of the Araso Empire showed their grace in this way, and at the same time, the distant high platform could also prevent assassinations.

Compared to the Hall of Round Table in Stormstorm Fortress, it looks a little more royal solemnity and majesty.

However, it wasn't a formal meeting, so Varian was able to speak with Tenaris up close.

Tenaris was a burly middle-aged man in his fifties, with blond hair and a majestic countenance, and a crown on his head, which was also quite peculiar in shape, wearing a circle of metal curved inwards, with some of the original rugged style of the Arathas Empire.

Varian bowed his head after a glance, and he fell to one knee and saluted Tenaris with the protocol of an audience with the king.

Varian (Prince of the Storm): "Your Majesty, Tenaris, thank you for your help in taking in the refugees of Stormwind in this time of crisis, for which I am deeply grateful as the Prince of Stormwind. ”

Tenaris looked at Varian, who he had heard from various sources, and it was said that Varian had personally killed the former Grand Chief of the Horde, defeated the 100,000 Orcs with seventeen warriors and a group of adventurers, and won various wonderful battles.

These legends are so bizarre and bizarre that they feel very unreal, but Tenaris has done a lot of research and knows that they are all real things, but because of this, he is especially afraid of the boy in front of him.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have the slightest hostility, and even had a hint of tameness, it seems that the battle of the dead country finally made him understand what was judging the situation.

Tenaris thought of this, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Tenaris (King Lordaeron): "You're welcome, as a member of the Alliance, I don't think the nations should be too different from each other, and that it is only right to help each other, and I promise that the people of the Stormwind Kingdom will be properly settled here, and I will love them as if they were 'my own people'." ”

Varian shuddered slightly, and a sneer appeared on his face as he leaned over and bowed his head, 'His own people'? Hehe, can't help but expose your thoughts so quickly.

For the countries of the alliance, population is the greatest resource, in this world of countless racial strife, only by increasing the population can the national strength be enhanced, and only by having a strong national strength can the alien races be conquered and the royal power consolidated.

"Your Majesty's generosity is impressive, but as a prince, this should be my responsibility, please don't be too polite, please keep a record of the cost of resettlement of our refugees in Lordaeron, and I will definitely repay it twice as much when the lost land is conquered and the Stormwind Kingdom is restored."

"Haha, Prince Varian, you are too polite, I have known your father King Lane since we were young, we have a good relationship, we are like brothers, I am very sad to hear the news of his death, Lane values responsibility and honor too much, even if he dies, he has to protect the Stormwind Kingdom, although it may be a little disrespectful to say this, but I think he is a little rash to do so.

Of course, his courage is still admirable, but I think sometimes it should be realistic.

But you're right, as a prince, you should indeed return to the kingdom, but have you ever thought that your brothers were either killed in battle, or their whereabouts are unknown, and there may have been an accident.

Now that you are the direct heir of the Stormwind Kingdom, if you die again, the Stormwind Royals will be at risk of extinction, and in order to avoid this tragedy, I think you should get married and have an heir. ”

Varian was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Tenaris to suddenly get married.

Tenaris said to himself: "As a prince, you must not look down on ordinary noble women, only the princess is a good match, I happen to have several daughters who have not yet married, it is better to be ......"

If Varian had changed to the previous one, he would probably be embarrassed and even shy when he heard this, but now, after the death of his father and the fall of Stormwind, Varian has fully understood the rules of Game of Thrones.

He instantly understood Tenaris's true purpose, once he married the princess of Lordaeron, then the heir they gave birth to would naturally become the prince of the Stormwind Kingdom, and if he 'died in battle' again, then the inheritance of the Stormwind Kingdom would fall into the hands of Tenaris.

At that time, the Stormwind Kingdom can be annexed and annexed without bloodshed, and the hegemony of the Lordaeron Empire will naturally be established.

Such a conspiracy instantly made Wari feel a little cold in his heart.

(Tenaris, you old immortal, can't wait for that?) ）。

He thought to himself, but his face did not change in the slightest, and he did not even refuse, but showed just the right amount of embarrassment.

Now the Kingdom of Stormwind needs the help of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, to help resettle the refugees, and to help restore the country in the future, and it must not offend King Tenaris if it can't be spit out.

Varian (Prince of the Storm): "I can't make a decision on this matter, my father has just died, these are not the things to consider right now, maybe when we arrive in Arathi and meet my uncle, the Duke of Lothar, we will consult with him and give His Majesty an answer." ”

There are good reasons for this, and Tenaris is not going to be too pressing.

Tenaris (King Lordaeron): "Haha, yes, yes, then you should settle down first, I'm sure you're tired after so much going through."

Oh yes, the envoys from all over the world will be arriving in Lordaeron in the next few days, so let's discuss the next steps and how to help restore the kingdom of Stormwind. ”

(End of chapter)