Unlike the Sun-Chapel Royal Court, the King's Hall in Stormwind is much more austere, with no brilliant colors or elaborate artistic reliefs. On both sides of the square space, thick and strong beams and columns were neatly juxtaposed, and heavily armed guards stood motionless under the columns, waiting solemnly. The oil lamps hanging from thick chains in the center reflected the bright light of the fire, jumping over their shiny armor.

The large area of the dome is paved with glass, so that the beams of sunlight divided by iron railings sway down, making the whole hall present a solemn and solemn feeling.

Although it was a big day, the nobles of all kinds who gathered in the hall in gorgeous clothes did not make a loud noise, but only occasionally exchanged ears. Although the atmosphere of the whispers was completely different from the heat outside the fortress, you could still feel their restless mood.

Of course, this restlessness is not only excitement, but also anxiety.

"Didn't you say that Lanlos would be at this party, too?!" Hagra's temper was much hotter than his brother's, but to be reasonable, this anger that went straight to his head was not untargeted.

The Iron Throne, which has been vacant for so long in the Stormwind Kingdom, has finally ushered in a new master, which is a matter that has attracted the attention of the entire Eastern Continent, and the human nobles from all over the world have been waiting here even before dawn, and Lanlos dares to be absent?

This is not only not to give face to the new king, but also not to give face to these nobles, and more importantly, the invitation is given to him himself!

If this is to take the anger out of yourself......

The more Hagra thought about it, the more angry he became, and because he couldn't vent on such an occasion, his face looked very aggrieved.

"How do I know this?" Facing his brother's anger, Hagarin wanted to cry without tears, "The Guardian Horizon has blocked spell tracking, and sending someone to investigate may anger that blue dragon, what can I do?"

"Who told you to reveal the coronation to him?" Hagra said this, and the other party was dumbfounded.

Ding——

Just as Hagra wanted to continue to count Hagarin's mistakes, a crisp bell that covered the entire Stormwind City in an instant rang into the sky, and everyone fell silent at this moment, and their eyes were placed on the position of the gate in a very tacit understanding.

The guards who stretched from the doorway to the throne were on one knee at this moment, their right hands clenched into fists against their hearts, as a sign of unwavering faith and loyalty. The uniform sound of metal colliding is very intimidating, but it still can't hide the brilliance of the visitor.

The pure white gold-inlaid robe was spotless, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth looked very amiable under the combination of gray hair and beard. I don't know if it's an illusion, this old man seems to have a faint golden glow lingering on his body, which is awe-inspiring.

Alonsos Fao can be said to be the first person of the Holy Light in the world today. Although he is not too impressed in the minds of most players, he is the pioneer of the human paladin class!

Although he is the archbishop of Stratholme Cathedral in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, he has been communicating with the Northshire Monastery for many years, acting as a bridge between the religion and culture of the two countries, so his prestige in the Kingdom of Stormwind is also not low.

After all, the middle-aged man from the Mediterranean beside him, who was also in the same attire, was the archbishop of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind City, and also his apprentice, Benedictas.

The humans of Azeroth value religion what Quel'Salas is to the arcane, and the two venerable archbishops presided over the coronation ceremony, followed by Prince Lane, who was about to ascend to the throne, and Lothar, who was lightly armed.

However, to everyone's surprise, the stranger in black robe beside them, the shoulder pads adorned with black crow tail feathers added a mysterious color, as well as identification.

"This, how is it possible?!"

Hagra and Hagarin reacted almost identically, unbelievable!

As if sensing something, the black-robed mage raised his head and silently glanced at the two archmages, and a look of unknown meaning appeared in his dark eyes, but it disappeared at an extremely fast speed, as if everything was just an illusion.

No matter how surprised the two archmages were, the ceremony continued, and with the sound of a loud bell, the group came to the throne. Under the expectant gaze of the nobles, Ryan slowly sat on it.

Fao, who was holding a gorgeous crown, stepped forward, and everyone held their breath at this moment: "At this moment, it is destined to be remembered by history!"

Although the archbishop is in his twilight years, his voice is still loud, and even without any blessings, it is still clearly reflected in everyone's ears.

"The Stormwind Kingdom is coming to a young leader!"

"Ryan Ureon, who has shown great leadership over the past few months, has led the people of this land back to hope......"

"In the name of the Light, I, Alonthos Fao, entrust you with honor and responsibility. With his words finished, Fao turned and slowly but surely placed the crown on top of Ryan's head, meeting the young man's determined gaze with his trademark kind smile.

"May the Light bless you, Your Majesty!"

Nodding his head in respect, King Lane stood up, the crown shining brightly, expanding his unangry and self-righteous momentum to the limit: "Storm Kingdom, live forever!"

Thunderous applause and shouts erupted instantly, and the atmosphere of the entire hall climbed to the top, and everyone cheered for witnessing this historic moment, except for a few who were overwhelmed.

Hagra and Hagarin's gaze never took off the black-robed mage beside King Ryan, and this appearance became out of place in the crowd. In order not to attract attention, the two retracted their gaze very tacitly.

However, this does not mean that they can recover from such an impact, and they are still using spells to communicate quietly, and they don't even pay attention to the question of Lanloth's whereabouts.

'How did he end up here? What the hell is going on?'

'How do I know? Aren't you in charge of searching for his tracks?'

'But you're the one who's been in Stormwind these days!'

......

The coronation ceremony is not over, as the dispute between the two brothers intensifies, envoys from other human kingdoms on the eastern continent are paying tribute one by one. Perhaps because of the guilt of not being able to support in time, and the fact that other kingdoms rarely have disputes with Stormwind, they are extremely generous.

Wealth, supplies, and even well-paid cooperation, alas, are short-term resources to help Stormwind rebuild.

There is only one envoy of the kingdom, whether it is an appearance or a gift, the style is very different......

The wide rune cloak fluttered gently with the advance of the comer, and the same black robe was engraved with exquisite inscriptions of great ornamental value, and the dark dress and his gray hair were strange and mysterious.

The black blindfold that faintly shimmered with arcane brilliance made everyone even more confused, for fear that he would trip over the spot because he covered his eyes.

The long, pointed ears fluttered slightly because of his movements, and while they were naughty, they almost made people scream.

Genie!

What's even more exaggerated is that behind this person, a magical staff floats in the air by itself, and the arcane aura that exudes all the time makes everyone hold their breath.

"Envoy of Dalaran, Lanlos, see His Majesty the King. Before reaching the throne, the black-robed mage slowly bowed down, not forgetting to throw a bright smile at the stunned Hagra brothers in the crowd.