Tens of thousands of refugees will definitely not be placed in Lordaeron City. King Terenas was busy for more than half a month before he resettled all refugees.＞§≧≯

In addition, there are many civilians in the ruins of the Storm Kingdom that need rescue. This requires contacting Kurtiras, whose naval strength is the best in the seven countries, Kurtiras, whose sea anchor is the emblem, and with the excellent voyage capabilities, the Kutiras merchant ship made it the most prosperous country known to the world. It is said that the farthest once resisted the distant Kalimdor 6.

Most of the troubled government affairs were solved, and Artsas and Varian became good friends. The two princes, who were six years apart, got along very happily. Although Varian was still immersed in the sadness and confusion of the destruction of the country, the occasional smile also relieved King Ryan's frown.

Early that morning, Varian woke up from a nightmare, suddenly turned over, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his heart was beating incredibly rapid.

In the dream, Varian saw the fire, the orcs roared, the tranquility was broken, and the wailing people were shrouded in blood and fire, trying to stretch out their arms to beg for redemption, but he was powerless!

Varian got off the bed barefoot, and the cold stone floor calmed his horror. When he looked left and right, he saw strange patterns, emblems, and tassels reminding Varian that he was a prince who was destroyed and a weak and weak person.

"Damn it!" Varian's small fist was tightly clenched, his eyes filled with anger.

Although Varian's movements were light, he could not escape the knight waiting outside the door, and the door was gently buckled.

"Your Highness?"

Varien let go of his fist and tried to calm down his anger, his voice slightly distorted: "Cody, help me prepare the water."

After washing up, Varian took his sword and came to the back garden facing the street, and under Cody's guidance, he began his daily practice.

The white and tender little hand held the hilt tightly, Varian's eyes were solemn, and he exhaled rhythmically. The silver-white sword swung smoothly, chopped, slashed, stabbed, and picked, and took every step meticulously.

The rising sun shone into the garden, and Varian's forehead was covered with sweat, and some even dripped into his eyes. But Varian had no intention of wiping. After the daily practice, he put down his sword and started the second training session before he could take a breath and relax.

The power of faith!

This time, he no longer waved Jian Kong. Varian stood beside a tree thicker than his waist, took a deep breath, and clenched his young fist tightly.

"Dong!"

A heartbreaking pain came from the fist. With an unreserved punch, Varian's entire hand was covered in blood and his finger bones cracked, and he was injured suddenly.

no!

Varian relaxed slightly, then re-energized, raised his other hand and waved it out suddenly

Cody calmly called the palace priest. After the two healing techniques continued, Varian's hands recovered as before, and carefully washed them. Except for the slightly strange skin color, there was no trace.

Varian sat tiredly under the tree, and suddenly saw a familiar shadow at the corner of his eyes.

"Is it Al?" Varian glanced at Cody, patted the dust from the ground, walked to the edge of the garden, staring at Alsace's back through the fence.

What did he do here?

Although Varian, who is of noble status, can freely enter and exit the Lordaeron Palace, he is an outsider after all, so he cannot live in the palace. Instead, he lives in a single-marked place in the Lordaeron Military District with King Ryan and Anduin Lothar, etc., in order to show respect, the royal family of the Lordaeron Kingdom lives in a guesthouse near Lordaeron Palace.

Logically speaking, the people in this nearby group are either expensive or rich, and it is impossible for them to let unknown details open a store here, but Varian watched Alsace come to a simple store that Varian would never pay attention to. He knocked on the store door and crossed the threshold, and seemed to be the owner of the store.

Varian thought for a while and comforted himself with the excuse of "Ar being his friend, and he could not allow him to go to strange places." He climbed over the fence and ran towards the simple store adjacent to the palace.

The door was covered with vain, and Varian saw only a clean cabinet and several benches through the crack of the door.

There was no sound inside, as if Alsace hadn't entered at all!

Varian swallowed, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous. He moved his feet slightly back and woke up immediately.

"No, I am Varian Wrien, the prince of the Storm Kingdom. In the future, I will lead my people to expel the orcs from my homeland. How can I retreat here!"

The eleven-year-old boy slowly pushed open the store door. With his efforts, the door shaft did not make any noise without shame.

When the door crack was big enough for Varian to get in, Varian put down his palm and quietly walked into the neat store. The strange tools were neatly placed on the shelf, and a stack of plates were stored flat behind the counter table.

If this is the case, it is not strange, but Varian saw through the window a stone mill in the courtyard. The blindfolded donkey put on a rope and slowly turned the millstone. The plump soybeans were ground into milky white juice. Alsace was sitting on the stone mill, her legs were strangely folded, her eyes were closed, and her face was very serious.

It's really strange!

Varian found the clip door leading to the backyard and almost was shocked as soon as he entered.

"Oh? Guest is here?" A rattan chair was placed on the difficult-to-see position in the window, and an extremely clean and elegant man sat on it.

Varian came to his senses and asked first: "Who are you?" At the same time, he looked at the man up and down, and his face relaxed slightly. Such a weak man could not beat me even if he was an adult.

The man seemed to see the expression on Varian's face, touched his nose, and smiled bitterly, "Although I am a civilian, I am still very unhappy when I am looked down upon by the children."

"Be honest, tell me your name, and why is Al Alsace here?" Varian made a vicious look on his face and waved his small fist to demonstrate.

Before the man said "I" could speak, a slander suddenly came from the room: "Who is shouting, disturbing people's dreams!"

call out!

A pink children's shoe flew out of the room. Varian dodged left and right, but was eventually hit by the shoe, and fell a big butt.

Rubbing his forehead and grinning, Varian raised his head, fluffy gold came into his eyes, green eyes were lively and elves, and his delicate little face was coquettish and angry, which instantly hit Varian's softest heart.

The boy Varian suddenly felt the taste of first love!
Chapter completed!