Redmouth flies much faster than an airship, and I can fly high enough and see far enough.

I turned as King Harbor appeared on the distant horizon, and it wasn't long before I could see Stormwind.

Suddenly, a special feeling came over me that I didn't need to be sneaky, and I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out, let alone what to do tomorrow. Yes, I'm back, back to this city that is familiar to me, yet strange, intimate and terrified.

Looking down at King's Harbour from the sky, the ants were busy as the tiny ants, skimming the avenue leading to Stormwind, and the pedestrians on the road rarely looked up to see a me flying in the sky, and they only knew how to bury their heads in the road.

Stormwind appeared in front of me, and the feeling of the huge city in front of me seemed more shocking than when I had left it the other day.

The larger the city, which meant that more people lived here, and the larger population symbolized the prosperity and strength of the empire.

The Stormstorm Fortress, damaged by the Black Dragon, had not yet been repaired, and the workers at work reminded me of Edwin. After hovering over the top of the fortress for a week, I fell.

The workers around me were stunned to see me descending from the sky, and the guards were very nervous and immediately surrounded me with spears.

"King Varian's Order!" I held up the document and shouted, "Let the garrison take orders!" ”

I didn't know what the name of the garrison was, and I didn't ask, but after reading the documents I brought, he was genuinely frightened, and then grabbed the documents and immediately turned around and ran.

Yes, the king has returned victoriously, and he wants all the people of the city to know that the king has returned victorious, that the king has slain the dragon, that the king has saved the prince, that the king has triumphed over evil.

With their toes figuring out what they were going to do, a very solemn welcoming ceremony was essential, and the more grand it was, the better, because it meant a lot! And Varian said that he would hang the head of the black dragon on the head of the city, so that more people could come to see this feat. They will land at King's Port, enter through the West Gate and pass through the city, allowing the people of the city to come and admire the feat, and finally hang the head of the Black Dragon on the wall behind the giant sculpture of Tulayan at the main entrance of Stormwind, at the end of the Valley of Heroes.

It's really easy to fly directly to Stormwind City and land, but if this kind of thing doesn't make an earth-shattering thing, it's a pure waste of opportunity! This feat, which is unprecedented, and is unlikely to come in the future, must be warmly celebrated, and must be known throughout the country and even the whole world.

Soon after I got the King's message to Stormwind, the Lord Regent Berval arrived, and the look on his face was still surprised when he saw me again, but he didn't ask anything more than the King's return. His focus is still commendable.

After passing the message, I returned to King's Port with Boval's order, and the arrival of Varian's airship was imminent, but the welcome ceremony at King's Port did not need to be too complicated, salutes, guards, bouquets, and streamers were not difficult to handle, and the welcoming crowd was also very easy to get, after all, if the king returned victoriously and brought back the world's unparalleled spoils, there are not a few people who like to join in the fun.

The cannon salute began to fire when the King's airship came into view, and the crowd began to chant hooray as the airship landed firmly on the dock. Varian led Anduin down the ladder, followed by a large black dragon head.

When people saw the huge black dragon head, the crowd erupted in cheers to a climax. Dragons have only appeared in myths and legends, people have heard about Stormwind, the countess turned out to be a monster, or a black dragon, and now the king not only saved the plundered prince but also brought back the head of the black dragon! Their king is so great that their king slew the legendary dragon!

As for the story of how the king killed the black dragon, it has not spread, but when people see the dragon, they don't need to know what the process is like for the time being, and it is not a bad thing to leave it to people to discuss by themselves, after all, a large part of the legend of the hero is speculated and fabricated by later generations, and the more legendary the fabrication, the more ingredients are fabricated.

The dragon's head was loaded onto a cart, the king was clad in dazzling armor, the sword on his back shone with the light of magic, and he was majestic and radiant on a tall horse. At this time, his face showed not only perseverance and majesty, but also the charity that was slightly revealed showed the tender side of this iron-blooded king.

People like people like that.

Really, the more majestic the person, the more he feels unattainable, and the person who needs to be looked up to or even worshipped shows a trace of kindness, and when he comes, the person who tries to approach him will worship him more, respect him more, and even flatter him more.

It's human nature.

The king did not stay long in the port of the king, but gave a short address to his subjects in the port. Standing on the high platform, he is so dazzling, I believe that at this moment, he can respond with a wave of his hand, and there are many people who are willing to die for him. This glory, this glory can completely inspire the vast majority of those present.

In my eyes, he really grew up! This is the real emperor in my mind.

The large army marched towards Stormwind with the cheers and crowds of King's Harbor, and the honor guard in the city and the honor guard that had arrived from Stormwind opened the way in front of the procession. There are almost no villages on the road from King's Harbour to Stormwind, and the residents and people of the villages along the way probably all ran out to catch a glimpse of the King.

In order to catch up with the time to enter the city, this section of the road was still relatively fast, and at noon the large army came to the west gate of Stormwind City. At this time, the crowd outside the West Gate was even more sea, flowers, applause, cheers, streamers, flowers, the earth-shattering shouts and the sound of chanting long live in unison soared into the sky.

The smile on Varian's face was no different from the one he had just been, I don't know if it was because he was deliberately restrained or if he was mature enough to be angry, but it was really exciting.

The boiling crowds of the city lined the streets, and the king's return was embraced more than anything I had ever seen. He was still young, and I couldn't compare to the time I escorted him back to Stormwind as it does now. The sound of hooray, their fanatical appearance, the excited expressions on their faces, and the overflowing pride made me feel fluttering. And Valeera next to her was smiling happily.

After walking along the avenue from the west gate to King's Square in the middle of the city, showing the skull of a giant dragon head and giving a speech, he set off again with the procession along the central avenue to the main gate of Stormwind.

At this time, the Valley of the Kings and the main entrance were also crowded with people, and I really wondered if all the people from the other parts of the city had been found, and the appearance of the crowd shouting hooray gave me goosebumps, and as their ruler, their king, Varian's wave of his hand from standing on the high platform made everyone crazy.

And when the head of the black dragon was hung from the city by a huge iron chain, the sound of long live the king showed that his royal power was at its peak. As he said, he wants to restore the glory of the Stormwind Kingdom, and he wants the people of the empire to have their wishes fulfilled under the glory of the empire.

In addition to eating, drinking, and sleeping, the spiritual satisfaction of the people is a very, very important part of the stability of the kingdom, and when the spirit is satisfied, life and work can become better, and the strength to build the homeland will be stronger, and they will be more willing to sacrifice everything for the kingdom and the king.

He was much stronger than King Lane and his father, and perhaps even surpassed his grandfather, Baratheon Ureon. At the same time, he announced that he had caught the murderer of the former King Lane, and when Garona was brought to the high stage, the emotions of the people reached their peak.

That scene was crazy, to be honest, although I have experienced countless battles, and I have seen hundreds of thousands of battles more than once or twice, but this is indeed the first time that such a scene of hatred and hatred, anger and almost madness has been achieved.

Even if there is a real need to start another war in the future, I can even imagine how active and fanatical people will be. Varian declared a day off, making it a holiday to commemorate the great victory. His promises at this time are willing to be heard, and all his words at this time feel so credible. He is the sun, and he is the soul of this kingdom.

When I returned to the palace, it was already night, the streets and squares were full of laughter, singing and dancing, and fireworks were bursting in the night sky, and I stood on the top of the highest roof of the Storm Fortress and looked at this huge and great city.

I hope it can be good, I really hope it will all be good, but it reminds me of Edwin.

The dinner party was held as scheduled, and many nobles who had been following from the West Gate all appeared in the banquet hall at this time, Varian changed his clothes, and Anduin was also elated, although he had been tossing for a day, the child was still full of interest.

I stood aside and watched them shout long live, and they flattered the king with all the deference and respect for the slightly changed king.

I want to stay away from them as much as I can, there are things I know, and there are many more I don't know. I don't want to be in contact with people I know, and I don't want to meet people I don't know. And when I saw Deria appear on the scene in a graceful and luxurious dress, I hid behind the pillar.

It's not inferiority, there's nothing to be inferior, at this time I don't want revenge at all, or want to get something else or anything else, I just look at her, look at her from afar, she makes me feel a ripple in my heart but I feel that she is so strange.

I am who I am, and I am not me. I never really had her, and I knew I didn't love her, and I didn't love her.

Is Mason dead or is it me who is dead, or am I and him dead......

I do not know.

The banquet was extremely boring for me, they pushed the glasses and changed the lamps, the scene was staggered, the lights were not my liking, I walked out of the banquet hall and walked on the road I can still know looking for memories of the past.

Anduin Lothar, and Reginald Windsor, I have walked with both of them, and ...... It was there that I first met Anduin Lothar.

The past is like smoke, they are all gone, and I am still in the world. It is not known where their souls are now, or if they have seen what is happening in the kingdom at this time.

Reginald's body had not yet been officially buried, and his coffin had been transferred to the cemetery instead of the palace.

The sword light and sword shadow dimmed, and the drums and horns were far away, the heroes were withering, the heroes had withered, but there were such vivid faces flying in front of them. The Yellow Dust Ancient Road has been annihilated, and the Beacon Fire Border City has been deserted, but even the most ruthless years can't take away the strings of familiar names.

I don't know if the stories that happened in the past will be remembered in the future, and I'm not sure if the materials that appear in the historical documents have been cut or changed, or maybe ...... Some things are destined to be obliterated by history, and some truths are destined to fade with time.

Most of the stories of heroes are sad, and perhaps only sadness is more in line with the stories of heroes.

But I'm not a hero, I'm just a grain of sand in the long river of history, which appears by chance, then experiences, and finally disappears. I can't even remember what amazing things I've done compared to the people who stand in the Valley of Heroes or are now being sung about.

I'm like a lucky soldier, a surviving veteran, I just go with them, I just see, and then watch the people around me keep dying.

What do I have to remember? Oh, it doesn't seem to be. What do I have to be brought up? Nor did it. I just accompanied those heroes all the way, I just saw the changes in this world, but the world didn't seem to be different because of my appearance, and the world didn't change because of my choices.

Whether it's Sylvanas, or Varian, whether it's Uther, or Arthas. In Lordaeron, in Alterac, in the face of the orcs, in becoming one of the undead.

That's it in the end...... In the end, no one has changed, no one has changed because of me.

The stars in the sky are still bright, maybe they have all turned into stars in the sky, but I don't know which one they are, but if they have spirits in the sky, I think they will be able to see me.

His ways are his ways, his kingdom is his kingdom, and I ...... I didn't belong here, and I never belonged here. Maybe I'm more suitable for the wilderness, more suitable for wandering the world, being a useless person who has not changed, is unwilling to change, and will not change.

That's it, that's it......

Then ......

So be it!