"No—I or any of my men would not do such a despicable thing!" Jean declared loudly, clearly fighting inwardly. "The bravery of the Gilneth people—"

"'Brave'?" Varian Ureon interrupted. He was burly and majestic, dignified and slightly gloomy. To his people, the King of Stormwind has long been a hero beyond legend. In fact, he has already gone through an unusually dangerous life, not only for years with the people he loves, but also for a while he has lost his memory. His ordeal was written by the bards as a well-known story, which was repeatedly sung in front of ladies and ladies. He had two long scars on his face, one across his cheek and the bridge of his nose, the other from his left forehead to his cheek -- memento of his several escapes from death -- but they added flavor to the legends...... Although Varian himself has little interest in these stories. "The Gilnesian definition of bravery must be very different from that of other places...... I would say, quite the opposite. ”

To call Jean and his people complete cowards is too much for the old king. His expression darkened, and several of his attendants let out a low roar, as if ready to pounce on Varian. But Jean's angry glare stopped them from coming forward.

Malfurion hurriedly intervened. "King Varian, we didn't know you and your retinue were here......"

"But I'm glad to say it," replied the former gladiator, completely treating Jean as if he were not a zài. Varian reached out and brushed aside a strand of unacceptable dark brown hair on his forehead, his hunter-like gaze sweeping over everyone present. Varian Ureon has always instinctively assessed potential threats around him.

The Great Druid deliberately stood between the two. "Where's Linglang, is Anduin coming with you?"

"That's nature. Varian said in a tone of non-questioning, which made Malfurion feel like he had asked a stupid question, even though many kings were willing to keep their only heir safe at home rather than take him with him.

The king tilted his head back slightly, and the Night Elves looked behind Varian. The four kings' personal guards surrounded a slightly diminutive figure, and the ornate blue and gold costumes were the symbol of Stormwind.

Prince Anduin bows to the Grand Druid. He has short blond hair and a high-necked shirt with a chained shirt embellished with the kingdom's golden lion's head emblem. The prince was unarmed, and only a dagger was pinned to his belt. But with the protection of the many guards in the Stormwind Mission, his safety could be assured almost anywhere, let alone in Darnassus.

Although his father was a warrior through and through, Anduin was a weak young man. Furthermore. There was an aura of selflessness in him that Malfurion remembers seeing only in another person. Malfurion turned to look at Veron without thinking.

To his astonishment, the Prophet's eyes also showed that he was interested in the human boy. Velen has the same feelings as Malfurion...... Maybe more.

Jean was taking long, deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Varian, on the other hand, looked completely unmoved.

The Great Druid still tried to relieve the tension between the two. "King Varian. We welcome you, Ling Lang, and his attachés to the banquet. If you will. The seats are ready, and the food and drinks will be served soon—"

"I'm not going to stay here. The monarch of Stormwind said bluntly. "I came by boat to Danassus for the Union, not for him. He pointed to Jean. "If you think that's the same thing, Great Druid, it's been a long journey, and I think I'm going to take a break. ”

Jean walked towards his opponent again. He said in a deep voice. "Varian...... Let's talk. You have to understand; When I decided to build the Wall of Greyman, I never realized how stupid my arrogance was, and what it meant to cut off Gilneth from the outside world......"

Varian's gaze stayed on the side of the Grand Druid. He didn't bother with Jean at all.

However, King Gilneth made further efforts to make overtures. "I pledge that we will treat all members of the alliance as brothers. We will help ourselves in a single way! Gilneth will not shirk his responsibilities! There will be no more loyal ally than we are, especially to our fellow human Stormwind-"

"Stormwind doesn't want this kind of brother standing behind it!" Varian blurted out.

"Varian......" Malfurion whispered.

The young king trembled with rage. He lowered his gaze and rolled his eyes and stared at Jean with hatred. "I never took the initiative to take over the mantle of responsibility and carry the banner of humanity! It was enough for me to be able to govern Stormwind and protect my son! But I did it, because I had no choice! Who else? I couldn't count on Gilneth! Only Stormwind, with Theramore's support, faced the danger together...... And now you want to come and seek our refuge, pretending that you will fight us side by side this time?"

"We'll be strong—"

"You don't have to worry about yourself, Greymane! Stormwind and I have made it through. Not on you, not on Gilneis...... Of course, it doesn't rely on any werewolves...... And we will continue to do so! What you really want is redemption for your betrayal, and I will never give you that chance!"

"Gilneth is an independent country. We withdrew from the alliance in peacetime. Not at war, and we have our own reasons. You know that. As for the next vote—"

However, Varian had turned his back to him. "I'm sorry, Grand Druid and High Priestess. We'll see you later......"

Before Malfurion could reply, Varian had turned and strode in the direction he had come. His attachés followed.

Malfurion looked at Tyrande, who had already motioned for the two priestesses to hurry after King Varian.

The High Priestess's eyes widened as she looked in Malfurion's direction.

A low, beastly roar erupted from where Jean was. The Great Druid hurriedly turned his attention back to the human.

Jean grinned. It's not something that ordinary humans can do. His body swelled......

And then again, the king regained control of himself.

"Hold-sorry, Grand Druid. He whispered profusely sweating. "I should have known it would be like this. I should have known. ”

"I'll get you back to your seat, and—"

"Nope. No, I can't. Jean gestured to Idrik and the other Gilnesians, and led them silently away into the forest.

The other guests whispered. Tyrande instructed the musicians to start playing again, but it was clear that the feast would soon come to an end. The conflict dashed the hopes of the attendees, and Malfurion had to work hard to make up for the loss.

However, as he turned to confer with his lover, Malfurion noticed that there was still a member of the Stormwind Mission who had not left: Andu was talking to Velonon in a low voice. (To be continued.) )