After the last of the Alliance representatives also left, the High Priestess let out a sigh of relief. She seized the time she could to discuss the immediate needs of Ashen Valley with envoys from other countries, and eventually secured all the assistance she hoped for. In return, Tyrande promised Darnassus as much support as possible for the various needs of the allies. Not only that, but she also mediated between different forces and helped them reach various agreements. In just a few hours, the diplomatic results were more pronounced than months of negotiations.

But will that be enough to save Ash Valley? This article is not welcome to be reprinted in the Sina Warcraft area.

One of her attendants walked in. "General Santis asks to see him. ”

Santis didn't walk straight into the room, indicating that she understood that the High Priestess was busy with business. The general was clearly worried about whether her stepmother would be able to cope with the new situation.

She underestimated Tyrande. "Let her in, of course. ”

Santis walked in and bowed to her. "Please forgive me at this inopportune time—"

"Now is the time. Are you here to debrief?"

"Yes. I thought that by tomorrow at noon we would be able to send out the fleet. This is possible because we have a rapid reaction force. ”

"It's the troops you put together to deal with this. Tyrande said proudly. Months before the Cataclysm, Santis proposed to prepare a reserve in advance, given that the Horde was still fighting the Night Elves in Warsong Canyon. Six ships are on standby, capable of transporting an entire fleet of sentries and their mounts and supplies. The army and supplies are all rotated on a monthly basis to keep them in a state of readiness at all times.

This is where they come in handy.

"I'm just following your lead. Santis noted. "You said it before. After experiencing what happened in the past. We need to learn to prepare ahead rather than rush it. ”

"What about the follow-up military strength?" The High Priestess asked. She thought it was all the work of Santis, and she didn't want to take credit for it.

"Four more warships can be sent in a week. ”

"That's good news. And I hope to tell you some good news. I have already enlisted all kinds of assistance from other members of the Alliance. Most countries will send reinforcements; Others were sent in for supplies. ”

Santis laughed fiercely. "The tribe will regret their ambitions. ”

"Maybe......"

"Do you know something? Revelation from Elune?"

The High Priestess shook her head. "No, there are no new revelations. It's just ...... It's mine...... Feel. ”

"And it's not optimistic. Tell me about it?"

"The Horde is fully aware that we will be able to muster a strong reinforcement. They will definitely adopt a different strategy than usual. ”

Santis was unmoved. "Whatever they think, I'll be ready. ”

Tyrande put his hand on Santis' shoulder like a loving mother. "You know I have absolute confidence in you. But I've made my decision. I'll set off with you. I will personally lead this expedition. ”

The other Night Elf showed no disappointment, just understanding. "You've also made promises to some of our allies that require you to go to Ashenvale in person to fulfill. ”

"Your eyes and ears are as good as ever. Most of the agreements I negotiated just now. ”

This makes sense, especially if we need to avoid them arguing with each other. Santis handed over a piece of parchment that he had brought with him. "Anyway, I took the situation into account. Write down everything you need here. We can check again. ”

The High Priestess smiled proudly. "Thank you, Shantis. ”

"Let's wait until we survive. Shantis walked over to the table and unfolded the parchment. It's much larger than it first looks, with little white space left on it. Santis made the most of the parchment, and it was necessary. Reinforcements to the Ashen Valley need to be carefully considered...... And it has to be as soon as possible.

And as Tyrande bent down toward the parchment and began to listen to her stepdaughter, she prayed to the Lady of the Moon that there would still be enough time. NGA gold-encrusted rose translation. Unauthorized reproduction is refused.

Varian heard the werewolves from afar before he saw them. He knew that the werewolves couldn't smell him yet, because the wind was right on him. The king also knew that they had not heard him either. The Werewolf Curse may have strengthened the senses of the Gilneys, but they have not stood the test of time. , so they haven't changed in essence, and Varian has a lifetime of experience.

Jean's entourage included the other surviving Gilnesian nobles and men. But the "royal family" hunt was joined by the favored officers and Jean's own staff and bodyguards. Except for Jean. The most important thing for Varian to keep an eye on is his guards. Although protecting the monarch of Gilneth was their first priority, since they were in a safe place. Soldiers may also have leisure to hunt down their prey. This means that Varian will actually have to play against several opponents...... But that's exactly what he wants.

There's only one real reason for Varian to follow. Malfurion's machinations had the opposite effect. Varian decided to take the advice of the Great Druid and use it to humiliate Jean in front of his own people. The Gilneys will see that their vaunted king is still a loser who will only bring them more destruction.

Of course, the Lord of Stormwind also quietly realized that he wanted to calm his frustration by humiliating Jean. But Varian quickly and thoroughly buried the thought deep in his heart. The most important thing now is to knock Jean back into shape.

A muscular figure swept through the bushes to his left. A young werewolf. Varian used this brief moment to observe and evaluate the creatures. The werewolf's movements were smoother than he had originally estimated, but the king also saw a flaw he could exploit.

The werewolf glanced back at him. What started as surprise quickly turned into a reaction that surprised Varian. The hunter's long ears stood up, and Varian felt as if the werewolf wasn't just looking at him, but seeing something special in him. But what exactly. But the king was hard to discern. The werewolf briefly bowed its head to him as it ran. Varian had seen Jean's entourage show respect to the higher members of the pack in this way.

The young werewolf disappeared behind the bushes. But that's not because he's faster than the Lord of Stormwind. Varian sped away with speed and dexterity not inferior to him. He bared his teeth, imagining that the wolves were hunting their prey nearby, and quickened his pace to dare to join the hunt before it was over. He knew that wolves wouldn't be too far apart from each other when hunting. Werewolves have wolf-like tendencies, so Varian is well aware of their characteristics.

Jean Greymane would regret his vain, thought the young king with satisfaction. If only he hadn't been discovered, that's what he's good at.

The bushes in front of him swayed. Varian immediately stopped. A hind ran in front of him. She was not very tall and looked like she had just come of age. Varian could feel her shock and fear. He almost shot an arrow, but it was slammed. No matter how much the heart is full of the desire to chase. Varian didn't have time to hunt alone. His goal is only Jean's prey. Even if he knew he was here, Varian would have to prove that he could get ahead.

Varian slipped past behind a tree, and just then, another werewolf rushed out and chased the hind. The king recognized the werewolf, who was Idric. It's no surprise that Jean's squire was more composed than the werewolf Varian had seen before. Like any monarch, Jean will keep the best by his side.

Idrik stopped and sniffed the air. Varian saw the hunter turn in his direction.

A sudden faint movement on the opposite side caught Idric's attention. The hind, out of unjudgmental instinct, unexpectedly began to run again.

The werewolf chased after her. Varian waited a little longer before stepping out from behind the tree. The Lord of Stormwind City thinks. Since Idrik is here, his master will not be too far away.

Varian stretched his bow again. Walk in the direction where Idrik has appeared. Werewolves generally hunt in packs. But they're also human after all, and high-ranking people like Jean prefer to hunt alone.

Varian traced Idric's path, traversing the bushes with as ease as the werewolves. His eyes constantly scopy his surroundings, and his ears and nose catch the trail of his prey.

Finally, a werewolf appeared in front of him, and it was none other than King Gilneth. Jean chases after a huge male boar. The animal had razor-sharp fangs, and Jean could be in danger of dying if it turned back to fight. But this time all the boar was thinking was to escape.

But Jean is winning the chase. Sometimes he runs on his feet, sometimes he uses his hands. In Varian's opinion, he was even more dexterous than the much younger Idric. The experienced ruler approached the boar.

Varian weighed the situation and joined the fray. Although he doesn't have the "advantage" that comes with the Werewolf Curse, he has clearly experienced more deadly battles than all the Werewolves combined, and is not below them in skill and speed. And at the moment, Varian has more than just the nimble reflexes of a gladiator. There is another force that guides him and allows him to blend in with the wolf crowd. As if he were not just a human being, but also their own kind.

In the past, he was called Rakash by others...... And now, the name is more authentic to him than the original name he was born with.

As he rushed into the wilderness, two black-clad werewolves, one of which was a female with a narrower mouth, roared at him from the woods behind Jean. Their presence did not surprise Varian. He'd long regarded them as guards.

Ahead of him, Jean heard the roar of warning, and he pricked up his ears to glance to the side, and saw Varian with a bow and arrow.

Varian deliberately ignored his opponent and chased after the boar. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Jean suddenly understood the intentions of the Lord of Stormwind.

Jean let out a defiant growl, then stopped. Varian stopped.

"So......" the werewolf roared. "Do you have to prove for yourself that I'm better than you?"

"I've always been stronger than you, Jean. ”

"Nonsense! Just think about the power that the werewolf curse gives us, far more than ordinary people have. This power—"

"This power braggadocio blows through the sky. Varian said. "At least. That's all I see at the moment. ”

Two other werewolves walked over. Jean angrily waved them off. "I don't know why I want to seek your approval of our people! If the other members of the alliance want to go to a dead end with you, then do as you please!"

Varian ignored his insults. "My prey is desperately trying to escape. If you want, you can stay here and say stupid things all day. But I'm going to keep going, and this feast is still waiting for me. ”

"Your prey, what are you kidding!" Jean scoffed at his opponent. "You think you can take him away in front of me? Listen to me, Varian Wrynn! The werewolf curse greatly strengthens our senses. We can see things that ordinary humans can't. Some people call you Rakash, though I find it funny that they use a term in the Minotaur language. But that's just another name for Godring, and we've known him as our guardian spirit ever since we transfigured. When you first came to the banquet, I saw Godring's aura enveloping you. Even though everything you have done since then has suppressed our hopes. But I never gave up hope, because I could see his shadow in you as if it were your own skin......"

Jean's words made Varian shake for a moment, but he didn't show it. He gladly accepted the name given to him, but always thought it was just an honor. Now Jean claims to have seen the essence of the wolf's spirit or something in Varian's body.

King Gilneth didn't care about the effect of his words, but continued, "But even with Godring's blessing, you're still just Varian Ureon...... Therefore your chances of snatching my prey are as slim as lifting the wall of Greymane with your bare hands......"

With that, Jean Greymane rushed out in the direction the boar had run away.

Varian followed without hesitation. He found that Jean had a slight advantage in speed. But if King Gilneth really thinks that his opponent is not as good at hunting as werewolves, it is because he has never seen Varian chase his prey. An instinct that ordinary people could not have befell the Lord of Stormwind once again. He didn't just ask about the smell of the werewolves. The boar was also identified from the many smells. His keen sense of hearing could distinguish between the smooth, subtle sounds of werewolves running through the woods and the hurried running of the beast they were chasing. Varian surveyed the terrain in front of him and immediately understood where he was headed. He left his opponent, changed direction and ran south, then changed direction again.

As he expected, an upward slope appeared in front of Jean, delaying him by a few precious seconds. Varian, on the other hand, walked around without breathing. Based on the experience of countless hunts in the past, he knew that the wild boar needed to stop and rest, and he knew its approximate location very well.

Varian chases his prey with joy, but this joy has nothing to do with overtaking Jean. He feels more alive than he has been in the past few months. The pain of Anduin's sudden departure remains, but Varian needs to keep his prey focused on his prey at all times, so he can endure the terrible loss.

He recognized a figure in the distance that wasn't a werewolf. The huge boar stood motionless, either hoping to hide from the hunters or simply not knowing what to do next.

The boar suddenly moved.

Varian cursed under his breath. The boar rushed in the direction where Jean might have appeared. For some reason, Varian had alarmed the beast from such a distance. This was not his style of hunting, and for the young king, the mistake came at the worst possible time.

But Varian wasn't going to give in. He also has a chance to get the better of his opponents. What's more, if he can make the most of it, the bow and arrow can give him an advantage in distance.

Varian rushed after the boar. On two occasions his arrows almost went off the string. On the second occasion, the boar suddenly turned and rushed in a direction that the seasoned hunter had not expected. This way, the animal stepped on softer ground, giving the two pursuers a better chance of catching up with it.

Sure enough, a moment later a werewolf suddenly appeared...... But it wasn't the direction Varian had predicted Jean would take. It was a young male werewolf with dark brown hair. Half of one ear is missing. Apparently led in this direction by his own hunting. Now. He chased the prey, unaware that it had been ...... by his master. and Varian selected.

The boar writhed and struggled to climb a hill. The young werewolf had approached the animal. Varian hadn't seen any trace of Jean yet, but he could only assume that the other party could appear at any time.

He aimed at his prey. A precise blow—a very accurate one—was able to knock the boar down before the young werewolf could pounce.

Just then, the boar turned and rushed towards the werewolf. The Gilneth man was surprised and couldn't dodge to the side in time. The giant boar tossed its pursuers aside with its fangs and long beak. The werewolf slammed into a tree and fainted.

The animal's decision gave Varian a golden opportunity. He aimed at ...... Then he lowered his bow and arrows. The boar took the opportunity to turn around and continue to flee.

"That's how you hunt?" Jean's voice scoffed.

Varian turned and saw another dynasty running towards him. Jean was followed by several other werewolves, including Idric. The werewolves sniffed the air in the direction of the boar's escape.

"Sometimes you have to let your prey run for a while," Varian replied.

"Nonsense!"

The Stormwind Lord was not interested in elaborating more. "Shall we continue?"

Didn't wait for Jean to reply. Varian ran again. He heard his opponent growl, and the wolves behind him whispered in agreement. Varian wasn't worried that other werewolves would get involved. He knew they would leave their prey to their masters. So it's still a game between the two rulers. Varian followed the boar's tracks. He admired the beast's endurance and strength, perhaps due to its desperate struggle. Varian intends to show respect for the prey and make sure that its corpse is not wasted. That would be a real insult to this admirable opponent.

The boar rushed towards the thick bushes, which could be its chance to escape. Once in the bushes, neither Varian nor Jean could maintain their speed to chase their prey. Wild boars are better suited to walk through them than they are.

Then another werewolf rushed out from the other direction. Later, Varian recognized him as the young werewolf with half an ear missing.

The boar snorted uneasily. It desperately stopped. The young werewolf was taken aback, he was about to jump on the back of his prey, but now he landed in front of it.

The boar turned and rushed back in the direction it had come. He didn't seem to notice that he was rushing to the side of the hunter more. The other werewolf jumped to the side in shock, nearly bruising his leg by the sharp fangs. The hunter with light brown fur was on all fours. Ready to lunge again.

A wild bear burst out of the thick bushes behind him.

The black beast roared on its hind legs, revealing a bloody mouth that could hold an entire human head, and a mouth full of sharp yellow fangs that could easily tear off the human head. The wild bear stood tall in front of the stunned werewolf, its thick, long claws far larger than those of the Gilnesians.

Because of the direction of the wind, no one smelled the scent of another predator. Perhaps because of its huge size, the black bear standing downwind was not frightened by the appearance of the werewolf. For that impulsive young werewolf, that meant that the hunter was now the prey.

At his instinctive command, Varian fired an arrow. However, the black bear turned around and the arrow struck it in the shoulder.

The arrow wound did not slow the bear's movements, but rather angered it. Its attention remains focused on the nearest enemy. The young werewolf was too slow to dodge its heavy palm. The blow knocked the Gilneth man over, but unfortunately he remained within the Bear's threat.

Varian had already set up another arrow to shoot at the bear. The arrow hit the bear in the chest, but its thick fur and strong muscles kept it unhit.

Just as the second arrow hit, another werewolf suddenly jumped forward. He stood in front of the fallen werewolf and let out a defiant howl at the bear. The beast roared back at the werewolf. Huge fangs at the brave Gilneis.

Despite the threat, Jean Greymane did not back down.

Behind Jean, two other men grabbed the unconscious hunter and dragged him away. This seems to have further irritated the injured bear. It held out a pair of giant palms towards the lone defender.

The werewolf jumped to his feet. Caused both Bearpaw's deadly attacks to miss. His feet are a little on the bear's front legs. Then pounce on the enemy's thick throat.

Sharp claws tore the flesh under the bear's jaws. Blood splattered on the werewolf.

Now the bear roared in pain. But the pain also fuels its incredible strange power. When the werewolf tried to jump back, a forefoot struck him. The giant bear begins to attack his attackers.

Varian has made a decision that most would call crazy. If he were alone, he would end up shooting the bear in the throat or in the eye, knocking it out. However, the bear is fighting the werewolves, and if he doesn't want to accidentally injure them, it becomes difficult to aim. Therefore, bows and arrows are of little use here.

The Lord of Stormwind dropped his bow and arrow, drew his dagger, and let out a werewolf howl and pounced on him. Just as Varian had hoped. The bloodlust makes the bear lose its attention to its surroundings, and it has only Jean in its eyes.

Varian landed on the back of the behemoth. Without hesitation, he immediately plunged the dagger into its muscles.

The fight made his attack unaligned. He failed to stab the bear in the neck, but stuck it in the shoulder blade. The tip of the dagger snapped, leaving only a sharp broken corner.

To make matters worse, the behemoth's attention was now completely turned to him. The bear straightened up and nearly threw Varian off. It writhed desperately, trying to get rid of the annoying clinging on its back.

Varian could only hold on, and the pulsation of the muscles on the bear's back alone felt like an earthquake to him. The king still held the severed dagger, the tip of which could still be used as a weapon, if Varian hadn't been thrown down.

A howl rang in Varian's ears. But it wasn't the bear's voice. Jean Greymane jumped up again, his paws swinging at the throat of the furious animal. The bear struggled to shake them all off. Just then, the two kings met their eyes, and Varian realized that Greymane was trying to attract the beast's attention so that the Lord of Stormwind could strike a new blow.

The bear hugged Jean on its thick front legs, and it roared to bite off the werewolf's cheek.

Varian saw his chance.

He had to exert all his strength to plunge the broken blade into the bear's neck. Most others can't stab deep enough, but Varian not only has the strength, but he also has the knowledge he needs - from countless battles in the gladiatorial arena - and he knows where the softest place is on his neck.

The bear's maw was just a stone's throw away from Jean's face.

Varian plunged the dagger deeply, almost down to the hilt.

The bear let out a roar that had never been seen before, but this time it was a little out of sorts. The great pain caused the beast to do what it could not before: both monarchs were thrown out of it as if nothing was there.

The wounded animal turned around. Varian sat down on the ground, looking up at the behemoth. Even though he was badly wounded, the bear was still able to kill him.

However, the animal was desperate to pull out the dagger. Its claws can easily tear people apart, but it can't hold the hilt at all. The bear flapped at the source of the pain, and its wheezing grew hoarse.

Exhausted physical strength and massive blood loss caused the bear to fall to the ground on all fours. It writhed back and forth, still trying to turn its head to bite out the dagger.

A figure pounced on him from the other side. Varian heard the familiar sound of flesh tearing.

The giant bear snorted and fell to the left, its throat already torn open.

A werewolf stood on top of the dead animal, blood still dripping from his paws, and minced flesh hanging from it.

The werewolf looked down at Varian.

Varian nodded to Jean. King Gilneth did something right. They had no ill will towards the bear. The animal was just acting on its instincts, and unfortunately encountered the hunters. If the two kings and the unfortunate young werewolf were killed by it, it would only be an inherent risk in the hunt.

Jean held out a bloodied hand to Varian. Varian had long heard that King Gilneth had been taught from an early age not to accept anyone's help and to always stand up on his own. As a result, the Lord of Stormwind wanted to refuse his support at first, but he remembered all the promises he had made and his efforts to rejoin the Alliance.

Varian took Jean's hand and stood up...... The two continued to hold each other's hands, acknowledging each other's hunting skills.

Varian turned to the bear, studying his companion's previous blow.

"Clean. He complimented Jean.

"I've just done your job," replied the ruler of Gilneth. "It's your kill, your prey. ”

Varian shook his head. "Don't say that. I was going after a wild boar. ”

"A person who hunts a rabbit and then hits a deer is something to be exaggerated. Hunting wild boars but beating back bears deserves applause. ”

With that, Jean looked up at the sky and let out a powerful howl, which was both a tribute to the hunt and the person who caused it. His call was answered by the other werewolves, who together celebrated the remarkable abilities of the King of Stormwind.

Jean finally stopped, and his entourage stopped howling with him. He turned to face his companion again.

Merely...... Varian is no longer there. (To be continued......)