"Look here!"

Jean Greymane, King of Gilnigis, pointed to the towering fortress in front of them. As he spoke, the crowd rushed in through the equally tall and majestic front door. Despite his burly stoutness, Greymane looked like a dwarf compared to this door, and the arches of the fortress alone were twice as tall as Jean's. When the other kings entered, they nodded in appreciation of the thick façade and the sturdy architecture. Greymane, meanwhile, snorted and furrowed his eyebrows, as if to show that he was disapproving of the praise of the other kings.

He looked at the unfinished buildings in front of him and whispered. "A wall, a tower, plus a single fortress. That's all we've spent so much money on?"

"It's huge. Solas Tolbain pointed this out. The lord of Sotumgard was as concise as ever, and did not want to say even a word more. "The bigger you get, the more you spend. ”

The other kings also seemed to be upset by the huge expense, and they were all muttering something. This is especially true when they think that these huge expenses are shared equally by them.

A tall, slender young man walked up to the crowd and said, "If it were you, how much would you spend to keep you safe? When the others heard this very level of caution, they stopped complaining. As the newly crowned king of the Stormwind Kingdom, Varian has always understood the importance of safety. During the time of the First Orc War, his kingdom had been greatly destroyed by the orcs. Even most of the main city of the Stormwind Kingdom was reduced to ruins.

"Indeed, His Royal Highness. How is the rebuilding of the Kingdom of Stormwind progressing?" An emaciated man in a green navy uniform asked kindly.

"It's going pretty smoothly. Thank you. Admiral. Varian replied. Although Daillin Prodmoor was the chief of Coultiras, he preferred to be referred to as a naval rank. "I am very satisfied with the work of the Masons Guild. I and my people are grateful to them. They are very professional craftsmen, and their skill is comparable to that of the dwarves. The completion of the restoration of Stormwind is just around the corner. He smiled at Greymane and said, "I have to say that every copper penny we spent was worth it. ”

The other kings giggled. Thorbain saw the muscular King of Lordaeron, Tyrenus, with gray and golden hair and turquoise eyes. The two looked at each other, and Terenus nodded. When young Varian led his people fleeing from the Horde invasion and sought refuge. The old king financed him and brought him back to his home until the young prince was able to return to his father's throne. Now, both Terenus and his old friend Torbain are happy with the result. Varian was a smart, charismatic and noble young man. Despite his young age, his innate leadership and diplomacy have already impressed many. Terenus had even begun to treat him as if he were his own son. The young man was able to take control of the situation and distract the lords from their complaints. The old king felt a fatherly pride and pride in his talents.

Varian continued, raising his voice slightly. "In fact, our best craftsmen are right in front of us. The King of the Storm pointed ahead, a sturdy man talking to some dusty worker. He had black hair and dark green eyes that seemed to glow. He turned to the crowd. It's as if you've heard a conversation between people. Terenus knew it was Edwin Van Cleef, the leader of the Masons Guild. He was also in charge of the restoration of the Stormwind Kingdom and the construction of the Overwatch Castle here.

Varian smiled at him and beckoned him to come over. "Mr. Van Cleef, I believe that the work is going on in progress. ”

"That's true. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Van Cleef replied confidently. He tapped his fist the outer wall and nodded proudly. "Your Majesty, I assure you that the defenses here are perfect enough to withstand any invaders. ”

"I believe what you say, Van Cleef. The Storm King agreed. "You've done everything you could, and that's not going to be easy. ”

Van Cleef nodded in gratitude. At the same time, another worker standing in front of an unfinished building called him over. "Your Highness, I have to go back to my work. He bowed deeply to the lords, then turned and walked towards the workers in the distance.

The crowd moved on. Terenus whispered to Varian, "Well done. Not only did you leave Jaya Greymane without complaining, but you also praised Van Cleef in passing. ”

The young king smiled and whispered, "I'm just telling the truth. And after I say that, he's definitely going to work harder. As for Greymane, all he could do now was complain that no one else was muttering with him. ”

"You're smart for your age. Terenus laughed. "Or you're smarter than everybody. ”

Of course, Varian's rebuttals and indirect admonitions didn't keep Greymane shut up. As they crossed the middle courtyard, King Gilnigis muttered again, and then grew into a loud shout beneath his thick black beard. "They do work hard," he reluctantly admitted. He looked at Varian, who smiled in response. "But why are they building these?" He pointed to the only completed fortress in front of him, and then followed everyone through the iron gate at the door, walked up the stairs, and continued, "Why go to such great lengths and spend so much money to build such a castle? We built the Watchtower only to guard the location of the dark gate in the distance, isn't it? Isn't a simple fortress enough?"