Under the leadership of General Santis, new, better-located outposts were quickly established along the eastern border of the Sentinel's territory. Dani was in command of one of the outposts, and she now had more cities than before. Sura Swiftbolt was promoted, succeeding the honorably fallen Hadrisha as commander, while she remained a battlefield officer in Warsong Canyon. Etil Moonfire was also appointed, but she was reluctant to be promoted to knighthood because that would mean greater responsibility - and less freedom.

The Horde had already built a defensive line across the river, but the Coalition recaptured the Silver Wing outpost and quickly rebuilt it. This outpost will serve as a supply base in the event of a counter-offensive by the Alliance forces. Tyrande blessed the restored Silverwing Outpost in Elune's name, and she and Santis returned to Darnassus out of need.

They weren't the only ones who went back.

"It's a miracle to call them all back," Marfurion said as they watched as the rest of the coalition delegations gathered for a new summit. "I praise you, my dear. ”

"Don't praise me. The tribe is still active in the Ash Valley, and we need to be united more than ever. Garrosh won't be in peace for long. He's waiting for his moment: that's it. ”

"It's still a hassle to get them here. I know they've agreed to send troops to Ashenvale, but you and I know that it's not easy to keep the tribe in check. He hugged her. "As I said, I really praise you. ”

She accepted his hug, but explained beforehand. "But I wasn't the one who made them understand that...... It's Varian. ”

"Varian?"

Before she could continue, the two noticed someone standing quietly in the shadows beside them. When the man realized that they were looking at him, he finally stepped forward. It turned out to be Garrod. Although the wounds on his body were treated by the Elune Sisterhood. It has now returned to optimal health. But Garrod's face still looked like that of a dying man.

"High Priestess. Please forgive me...... If you can. ”

"I won't forgive you for calling me a High Priestess, Garrod? Shadowsong...... You should call me Tyrande. As for the reason for your apology, I don't think so. Her expression turned sad. "I'm the one who is at fault the most. I should have noticed how she was gradually consumed by madness, and I would only be grateful that you and my husband together prevented an even greater calamity!"

But she fled. ”

"No one will blame you for that, Garrod," Malfurion interjected. "Especially us. ”

He straightened up. "Still, I swear to you two that I'll find her. She must be judged justly, and it must be carried out by me. ”

"Beware. Don't be like your sister and go down the same path as your sister," Malfurion warned.

"I understand your words. I'll be careful in this regard, but I'm not going to shirk my responsibilities either. ”

The High Priestess agreed. "No one can deny you that you have the right, and you have proven your ability, Garrod...... And that goes back to my original intention. Apparently not all of the Keepers are aware of Mavi's scheme, and I would like to assign a new leader to those who have proven their innocence. But the role of the caretaker is not the same as what we want you to do, Garrod. ”

"I? I don't understand. ”

"You have commanded soldiers for us on the battlefield - even demigods. With my husband's approval, I would like to ask you to lead a new public security force in order to deal with some troubles...... For example, Mavi. ”

"I'm honored to ...... And will gladly accept it. ”

"Sarah Hill would be very proud of you. Garrod," added the High Priestess.

He wanted answers. but there was no sound in his throat. His mind was full of Sarah Hill's face, and for a moment he forgot that Tyrande and Malfurion were standing in front of him.

"I ...... Would love to think so," he finally replied. "I hope so. She is far more energetic than I am. She should have been the one who survived. ”

"It's not up to us to choose. But we can choose to remember the dead in a way that we can continue to live. ”

"Your words sound the same as Sarah Hill's. ”

The High Priestess placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "As for Mavi, Santis will assist you in selecting the right person from among the Sentinels to join your new team. ”

"I thank you all three. ”

"We'll talk about it later. ”

"I won't let you down. Garrod bowed, then quickly left.

As Tyrande and Malfurion walked towards the summit, Malfurion leaned over and whispered, "Let him go to Santis? What are you doing here?"

"Plan for the future......," she replied with a thoughtful smile, "when it's more appropriate for them." ”

By this time they had gone among the delegates of the nations, and Malfurion said no more. He noticed that the last group of emissaries quickly took their seats, knowing that this meant that Varian Ureon had arrived. Sure enough, Tyrande quietly touched his hand. The Grand Druid glanced over to her and saw Varian striding toward his seat. Although he was the one who succeeded in bringing the delegates back together, Varian sat with them. The King of Stormwind sat down, then looked up at Malfurion. The Great Druid understood what he meant. He stepped forward, then raised his staff. There was silence in the room.

"We thank you for coming back for us. As he spoke, Tyrande stood beside him. "After the accident in Ash Valley, time has become more and more precious. Therefore, if there is no objection, some of you would like to speak, and I believe that his words are worth hearing. He held out a hand to Varian. "Guys, he's Varian Ureon, King of Stormwind......"

The other monarchs and delegates began to applaud, but Varian waved them to silence. He looked at the crowd and shook his head.

"You shouldn't applaud me. There should be no applause for a man who rules the country with anger rather than reason. ”

His remorse caused the audience to whisper uneasily. Malfurion glanced at Tyrande, and she smiled encouragingly. "This fury with no reason or purpose has brought disaster to me, and everything I value and work for will only lead to the division of the Alliance"—Varian's expression made it impossible for anyone to disagree with his words—and for the latter point. I apologize. ”

Any apology is no small thing for Varian. And no one present would look down on him because of this. His feat in Ashenvale has become a legend. Although he himself doesn't want people to see it that way.

"Varian, who rules the country with rage, Ureon is dead!" He announced in a loud voice. "But before he died, he learned that the fault was not in anger, but in himself! Anger and anger must have a purpose! Defending one's family and country is justified anger! Protecting one's relatives and friends is justified anger......

"Yes, yes!" Salgas Anvimar shouted enthusiastically. The other dwarves all looked at him, but their reaction to him was more of satisfaction than annoyance.

"And now it's time to direct that fury toward its goal!" The Stormwind Lord continued without pause. "Now is the time when we need the werewolves the most, not only because of their own fury and zeal, but also because they can guide us to unleash our anger safely and correctly! As I say, maybe you can take out that terrible black dragon Deathwing!"

Malfurion finally understood what Varian meant, and nodded. Tyrande leaned over and whispered, "See, we're confident that we'll be able to get things done, and that's exactly what happened." ”

"You have faith. I'm still learning. ”

At this moment, the king of Stormwind slammed his fist. "Once again, the Horde wants to take Ashenvale, and they will try again! If we don't resist, it's a doomed defeat!They see Azeroth as a new world, and think that only their cruelty can tame it! But we will have the power to rival them, and we will be able to fight the Horde and any other enemy again and again, until peace is finally in peace between the Alliance and Azeroth!"

His words provoked more angry whispers. Underneath this anger, however, is a gradual increase in recognition. The different factions have a common goal. Archmage Twash nodded to Drukan, and he shook his head in reply. Gilbin and the gnomes gathered around and talked in a whisper. He couldn't help but look back at Varian with obvious admiration - gnomes rarely show such a look to a warrior rather than an inventor.

Varian's words hit the nail on the head of everyone, and for a moment even the three dwarven clans were united. Varian was encouraged by their response, and he went further. "Angry. Fury. We feel it now. If we want to fight the cruelty of the tribe, we need this strength......! And much more......"

Varian gestured to someone far away from the entrance, and another mission walked in. A long horn sounded...... Then the Gilneth anthem sounded.

The werewolves, under the leadership of Jean Greymane, transformed into their shocking wolf form and walked in again. As they reached the middle of the hall, the werewolves scattered to show their might.

The werewolf leader stood in front of Varian and flapped his chest in respect. He looked up at the other and waited patiently.

Varian didn't look back at him, but spoke to everyone present. "The last time we were here, the Grand Druid asked for a verbal vote on Gilneth and the Werewolves to formally join the Alliance!

"Yes!" Kurland shouted.

"Yes!" The other dwarven representatives immediately shouted.

A dignified Draenei woman stood up. "I'm Isana, the High Priestess of Aldor, speaking in place of the Prophet!

Next, Theramore and the other coalition powers repeated their previous votes. Malfurion watched the vote with Tyrande in one hand. They didn't mean to come out and host the summit; It was Varian's rally, unless he intended otherwise.

The king made his rounds of the venue, and the crowd looked at him expectantly.

"Stormwind, yes!" Varian shouted triumphantly. "Gilneth and the werewolf become official members of the Alliance!"

The werewolves let out a cheerful howl. Far beyond the venue, other howls could be heard from the direction of their camp.

But Jean Greymane didn't howl. The werewolf leader stood solemnly in front of Varian. "It's our pleasure!" King Gilneth declared. "And we salute you, Varian Ureon of Stormwind!

Now. The werewolf and the rest of the delegates cheered.

Malfurion eventually left Tyrande and walked to the side of the Lord of Stormwind. Varian gratefully let Malfurion continue to preside. But before he said he had something to say to the Great Druid privately.

"When I arrived. A Draenei messenger delivered a letter from my son. He promised me that he would return to Stormwind after completing his studies in the Way of Light......" Varian looked at Malfurion quizzically. "Did you or the High Priestess do anything from this?"

"Absolutely not. I assure you, Anduin decided the good news for himself! I don't know anything about it until you tell me, and I swear Tyrande is the same. She won't keep this kind of thing secret from me, let alone ...... you."

The king let out a sigh of relief. "It makes his promise even more popular!"

Varian continues to revel in the idea that his son is returning, and the Grand Druid pats him on the shoulder to congratulate him before proceeding to host the summit on his behalf. But. If Varian thinks his role is over, he's very wrong.

"We welcome Gilneth and the werewolves to join!" The Night Elf said loudly. "Werewolves are also welcome to live here forever and build a new home with the Night Elves!" The werewolves howled in gratitude, and the emissaries and attachés began to applaud again.

After they had calmed down, Malfurion said again, "But we must also welcome someone. He's the one who unites us, the one who makes the future of the Alliance finally clear! He's Varian Ureon, King of Stormwind!"

Even the Black Iron Dwarves did not object. The nations of the Alliance are one, and they cheer over and over again the name of the King of Stormwind.

Varian wanted nothing more than to hide behind at the moment, but he couldn't help but do the opposite. Walked over to the Night Elves.

The crowd continued to shout, "Varian, Varian!" The object of their cheer shook their heads in defiance. But no one seemed to care what he thought.

At some point, Malfurion had crept back to Tyrande's side. Varian stood there, looking back at the crowd below. They see him not only as a defender of the Grey Valley, but also as their hope for the future. He looked at them...... Knowing that he will never be the same Varian of the past again. He would never abandon his allies again because of their mistakes, as Varian eventually realized that he was too much compared to them.

"I'll do my best......" he whispered. "I swear I will...... Anduin. ”

Behind him, the Grand Druid and the High Priestess watched contentedly at everything in front of them.

"You're right, Tyrande," Malfurion said. "It's totally more than I imagined...... He will be able to take the league to new heights. Deathwing's madness has brought us this new Azeroth, and to take on the Horde, that's exactly what we need. ”

"A whole new peak," she agreed. "Maybe even ...... A new era?"

The Grand Druid frowned. "If only we could defeat the tribe. If only Deathwing hadn't reappeared and revealed some even more sinister schemes. And you and I suspect that the damn dragon wants to ......"

She touched his cheek worriedly. "You have to see some good things from today. I thought you would. ”

"Yes...... Yes...... I found that—" The Great Druid paused, forgetting for a moment what they were discussing. He stared at Varian Ureon as the king engrossed in the summit, telling the others what they needed to do next as far as Ashenvale was concerned.

At that moment, Varian felt an aura appear around him, making him even more confident in his decision. He didn't have to ask who that aura was. There can only be one answer.

Malfurion saw from afar, and in that blink of an eye, the figure of Godling-Lacash-was overlapping with Varian. Malfurion was not a man of imagination, and he knew that what he was seeing was neither the product of confusion nor an illusion.

The Grand Druid glanced at Tyrande.

"Yes," she whispered. "You read that right. Godelin chose its warriors...... They are one of the kind. Ancient Wolf God: It is said that at the beginning of the world, it roared at the moon against Elune's divine might. Perhaps, through this choice, it was also redeemed in Elune's eyes. She looked at the human. "What a great choice!Varian?Urian does have the soul of a wolf, the heart of a wolf...... and all our hopes for the future......"

He looked at everything in front of him—and listened to Tyrande—Malfurion?Furywind suddenly felt his heart lighten. He knew that death would eventually take him away, perhaps sooner than he had prayed. Ever since he realized this, the Great Druid has never been able to shake off the fear in his heart. Those who succeed him will carry unimaginable burdens...... And he could no longer protect them.

But now Malfurion realizes her arrogance. He didn't have to worry about it. Azeroth will find new warriors to carry the banner, and they will do everything in their power to protect the world, and perhaps even achieve a truly lasting peace.

And it doesn't matter who they are, no matter where they come from. Varian Wrynn, descendant of the ancient wolf gods, will lead them. (To be continued......)