Can you imagine the look on my face when I heard that there was a king in Stormwind right now?

Banter? No, no, no! I laughed, I really laughed. My brother was responsible for Varian's trafficking, and I tried to get information about Varian countless times when I was on good terms with Edwin, but he kept it secretive until I broke it out with him and he didn't tell me where he had gotten to Varian.

But one thing is for sure, Varian may have been imprisoned, but definitely not dead!

Edwin organized the escaped Masonry Brotherhood to form the Defia Brotherhood, which existed for revenge, but later said that Edwin was dead and that Varian was gone. That's when I happened to show up, which meant that I was carrying the pot for Edwin, and although he said that my appearance was unexpected, I felt that Edwin should have done the same.

Strangely, Edwin's death was reported shortly after the Brotherhood of Defia disappeared, and people only gossiped about the fact that there were still people acting under the name of Defia, but most of them no longer felt that Defia could make any more trouble. It subsided like this for a long time, I remember it was like this, and then by chance I showed up and carried the pot, and then ...... A round of so-called purges and investigations was launched within Stormwind City, but in the end, that's it.

But I disappeared again, and my disappearance must have upset Edwin's whims, and I guess that's one of the reasons why he hated me. It doesn't matter if I was banished, I voluntarily chose to abandon myself and degenerate myself, and I am already like this. I didn't think about how to get it back, I don't know how to get it back, in fact, in my heart I feel that after Varian is lost, it can't be said that it is not a good thing for my brother, I am not only boring to get involved, but also the possibility of messing up some things, out of sight and out of mind, isn't it good?

But now that Varian is here, the man I've been chasing is Varian, and if it's destiny, I should have any entanglement with this kid, and I'm still a little estranged in my heart. But now that she's telling me there's a Varian in Stormwind, I suddenly can't understand it. All I can think of is that it's a fake, a fake that I don't know where it came from, maybe it's Katrana, maybe it's Edwin and Katrana's ghost.

If it's the two of them, it's fine, but if it's just Katrana's Brotherhood of Defia, it might not end well.

And why do I think it's a fake, if it's Varian, I'm talking about the previous Varian, he will definitely not be halfway through the war, that is, when he can already see the dawn of victory, he will definitely take advantage of the victory and pursue until the final victory, complete victory, instead of just a ceasefire, this is not his character. What's more, there are still orcs, and when I was still by his side, his attitude towards orcs was zero tolerance, and he killed them mercilessly and without any scruples.

The woman couldn't describe what happened when the armistice order came, and Gianna didn't tell her everything that happened after that, but now I don't feel at all from Egwen's mouth that there is a need for an armistice or a reason for a truce, Gianna has a hard time, but she doesn't say it, which makes me a little confused.

I haven't seen Varian leave from here, but if there has been no news from the Eastern Kingdom, I guess everyone should be doing quite well. And what is this guy who is the champion of the arena called "Lagersh"? When I thought about it, I realized that my investigation hadn't really started at all! Thankfully, I didn't complacently go back to Margatha. If the tribe shares information, or if this guy named Margasa is interested in politics, she probably knows more than I do! When I think about this, I can't help but feel a little scared in my heart.

"Can you teleport me to Lordaeron or...... Somewhere in the east? I asked Egwen.

Egwene looked at me for a few seconds and nodded, "Yes!" ”

You probably wouldn't have guessed where she sent me. I thought she might teleport me closer to Stormwind, most recently Dalaran, but instead of telling me the truth, she opened a portal instead of telling me the truth. Looking at her who was a little gasping when she opened a portal, I couldn't help but feel a little ...... sighed, she really seems to be old.

The portal was dark, unlike what I had seen before, I could see something on the other side, but now it wasn't. I asked her if she wanted to come with me, and she shook her head and extended her hand to me, too, very naturally. To be honest, I was a little drumming in my heart, but she didn't look at me like she was trying to trick me now.

There was always a feeling of dizziness in the portal, and when I closed my eyes and opened them again, it was pitch black, no wonder she told me to bring a torch.

It's a cave!

But as I walked along the dark cavern, I began to drum as I stepped on the solid stone slabs, but I really chuckled when I saw the familiar dwarven houses. It's dark, and I've forgotten what it used to be like.

In fact, I still feel very emotional about this place, how good a place it used to be is now like this, dwarves, orcs, and the last fire burned this place to ruins.

Just when my heart was full of emotion, my eyes suddenly lit up, and after staying in the dark for a long time, I would be extremely sensitive to light. The green light startled me, and I didn't think there was anything good about it with a green light.

Sure enough, the thing quickly appeared near me, and its shape was so good that I was about to pull out my musket. An orc appeared in front of me. The tall, translucent, glowing body of a faint green light stood not far away and looked at me.

"Heroic Spirits Killed in Battle!" The word flashed through my head and blurted out.

The orc ghost's head twisted slightly, and it was looking at me. "An orc-speaking ...... Dead humans. ”

"It's a good word." I say.

"Why are you here?" It was expressionless, and its tone was cold.

"I need to go somewhere else from here."

"It's been a long time since there's no one here, and I've never seen anyone come out of here."

"I'm from another place...... Teleported. I explained, "Magic." ”

"You're a magician?"

"No, I was sent here by someone else's spell."

"You can't get out of here." It says.

"Is this a threat? Or intimidation? Or ...... Warn? ”

"Inform." It said lightly.

"But I have something very important." I said, "Although you want me to stay...... But I refuse. With that, I waved my hand and turned to the side.

"You're a strange guy, it's all weird here......" It stood in place and muttered to its advisor as I hurried on. And the green light that gradually appeared in front of me told me that it was impossible to get out of here smoothly.

I quickly dodged into the alley on the side, and as I was about to enter, I glanced back at the orc, and saw that it was standing there and looking at me without saying anything.

No sound could be heard here but the sound of my footsteps, and the torch in my hand did its best to light the way ahead me. What I'm doing now is wrong, but it's also the right choice after no choice.

Why is it wrong? Because I wasn't familiar with it at all, I didn't know where the alley I was turning into was leading or if it would be a dead end. But after those ghosts appeared, I had nowhere else to go but to go into the alley.

Trying to stretch the torches forward rather than lift them up, I kept looking back for fear that they would suddenly appear behind me, because those things walked without sound. I was holding the gun in my right hand, but it didn't give me much security.

The feeling of the stone slabs under my feet and the width of the street made me guess whether I was in an alley or a main road, and I kept telling myself that I couldn't go in the wrong direction at every turn, but in this darkness there was little judgment on whether the street was flat or straight or crooked. Of course, there are alleys that are crooked or turned, but every time I turn, I remember whether to turn left or right this time, and whether to turn left or right next time.

My brain is much better in the dark than it was in the morning.

I thought I had dumped them, but as I crossed a road only seven or eight meters wide, I was spotted by a ghost. When it began to scream, the muddy, mournful cry broke the dead silence, and then the ghost began to run towards me.

It really doesn't have a single sound on its feet!

I started running down that road, generally in the right direction, and as soon as I ran forward, I felt like I could get out. But I'm still too naïve, this kind of avenue is connected to countless paths and alleys, and I did hesitate when I came across a road a few meters wide, I was afraid of missing it!

But what I didn't count was that the number of dead orcs here was far greater than I had imagined! For a while, I couldn't remember how many orcs were killed here.

When I heard the sound of bones breaking under my feet, I realized that this was the place where the battle had taken place, but I didn't think about it at all.

At that moment, I suddenly saw the flame of the raised torch swinging slightly! I was stunned at first when I saw this scene, and then I was overjoyed in my heart! It's windy! Where there is wind, there is hope! Since the wind can blow, the place where the wind blows should be not far from me.

I just hope that the wind blows where I can escape!