"I've seen it before, in Dalaran. I was also present at that battle. It was the first real battle I experienced as an adult."

When entering human territory from Eversong Forest, Vereesa Windrunner, riding on a beautiful pink combat chocobo, looked curiously at Varian Wrynn beside her.

To be precise, he was looking at the Emperor's Sword of Stromkar, which Varian had wrapped in clothes and tied tightly to his back with a ribbon.

Little Sister Windrunner said in a low voice with a nostalgic tone:

"I learned a lot from that battle, and I believe you also learned valuable wisdom from that battle. My mother often said that it was those unforgettable pasts that shaped us."

"Yes, we are all created characters, performing a script that we cannot choose on a stage that we did not choose, and call it our own life."

Varian smiled.

He rides a white Quel'dorei warhorse that Vereesa found specially for him to show his noble status.

However, Varian today is somewhat melancholy like a poet. He looked at the distant hills where Quellins' cabin is located, and said softly:

"Unfortunately, I used to be a very bad actor, but I never understood the things that the people I respected and loved taught me through their lives."

"Please don't say that, Your Majesty Varian."

Next to Vereesa, the archmage Luo Ning, who was driving the magic carpet slowly forward, touched his fiery red beard and said seriously:

"Although I am a young man and have not experienced much, judging from what I have seen and heard while traveling in various kingdoms, the Kingdom of Storms ruled by you is undoubtedly the most promising human kingdom.

There is not so much smell of decay in your country, and now you have received the Emperor's Sword of Stromka as destiny. This seems to be destiny destined for the rise of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

You will definitely become a very legendary ruler in the future, and we are undoubtedly lucky to be born in the same era as you and to be able to witness your legendary story."

"Well, I remember you were not such a talkative person before, Master Luo Ning."

Varian said in surprise:

"The last time I saw you in Dalaran, you were very taciturn. Is it because the nourishment of love made you choose a more positive and better attitude towards life?"

"That's not true."

Luo Ning shrugged, looked at Vereesa with gentle eyes, and said:

"I'm just learning, learning like a very dangerous guy. If I can win the goodwill of others with words, maybe I can avoid unnecessary threats to my lover and me.

What's more, what I just said is not flattery.

That’s really what I think.”

"You learned well, don't learn it next time."

Varian immediately grimaced.

Obviously, he knew who Luo Ning was "learning" from.

This group of people moved very quickly. Under the escort of a team of elite rangers, Varian arrived at the Quillings cabin in the afternoon. He saw the Grand Duke Bolvar, his loyal minister Shore and

King Daelin.

He also knew why they came.

Then he jumped off his horse, glanced at the three of them, and walked towards another woodland with the Emperor's Sword on his back.

The existence of this sword cannot be revealed yet. It may be revealed during a meeting with His Majesty Lothar, but the land of Northern Xinjiang is too far away from the Kingdom of Stormwind, and Varian cannot take risks.

What happened to Lothar once was enough.

Vereesa and Luo Ning wanted to follow them, but before they could take action, they saw a black skeletal falcon circling down. In the falcon's oozing white skeletal talons, it was holding a weapon belonging to a woman.

The emblem of the Demon King.

When she saw the emblem, Vereesa was immediately startled.

She grabbed Luo Ning and ran away.

But before she ran a few steps, she was stabbed at the foot by a sharp arrow wrapped in a cold shadow. The Windrunner girl almost cried. She turned around with a stiff neck and saw an armored magic blade.

Leopard, General Lyresa holding a long bow with a spiritual string is walking towards her.

"Mom, I..."

Vereesa was about to explain, but was interrupted by Windrunner's mother waving her hand.

She said in a cold tone:

"I learned from your second sister about the various rebellious behaviors you committed after I left home, including but not limited to moving out of the Windrunner Tower and running to the dangerous Cursed Land to live with a spellcaster named Ronin.

You still stubbornly resisted your eldest sister's orders and claimed that your relationship with Luo Ning had my permission.

So, my rebellious daughter.

Your poor mother's death may have caused me to suffer from amnesia. Please tell me, when did I allow you to stay together with a human being for a long time?"

Little sister Vereesa, who was about to cry after being questioned by Windrunner's mother, covered her face and said in a tearful tone:

"I know I was wrong, Mom. I have been writing to you to explain this matter, but you didn't reply to me. I thought you acquiesced."

"Doesn't my lack of reply mean that I don't agree?"

The soul fire in Windrunner's mother's eyes was beating, and frost came out of her mouth when she spoke, which represented her unhappy mood at this time. As for Luo Ning...

The terrible pressure from his mother-in-law made the young mage's mouth dry.

He tried to imitate Blake and tell a few jokes to ease the awkward atmosphere, but he was glared at by the Banshee Queen, which almost had his soul frozen.

Damn it!

My mother-in-law wants to kill me, and she can't hide her gaze from someone who wants a knife, so how on earth can I survive my mother-in-law's wrath?

Waiting online.

Quite urgent.

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"Hahaha, look at that stupid bitch in Dalaran. He dares to come to see his mother-in-law without a gift. Isn't he looking for death?"

On the outskirts of Quel'Linth's cabin, a stinky pirate disguised as an ordinary Quel'dorei ranger was leaning against a tree, drinking wine and watching the internal affairs of the Windrunner family ahead.

This guy likes to watch the fun the most.

But soon, Blake noticed that there was trouble.

Because he discovered that Princess Calia Menethil was walking towards the tent of Prophet Velen, who was invited by Faol to witness the meeting, led by that little fool from Alsace.

Judging from the frown on Her Highness the Princess's brow, she probably encountered some trouble and needed to find a prophet for an answer.

It is normal to do fortune telling when you are in a bad mood.

But Blake just felt that this matter should have something to do with him, so he put away the wine bottle, coughed a few times and walked over there pretending to be on patrol.

He threw a dwarf radio beside the tent and began to eavesdrop on the conversation between Prophet Velen and Princess Calia Menethil from a safe distance.

Then, he showed a very bad expression.

At this time, in the tent where Draenei incense was lit, old Velen looked at the sad-looking human princess in front of him with a smile. He felt the fullness of the holy light from this princess.

There is no doubt that this princess with outstanding temperament and dignified appearance is also a Holy Light Walker.

"I heard from my brother Fa'ao that you are one of his best disciples."

Viren said gently:

"It turns out that the bloodline of the Menethil family is very good, and your younger brother has also walked the path of the Holy Light. However, I feel that the thoughts in your heart are like a mess.

Have you encountered any problems that bother you?"

"There are indeed many problems, but there are only two of them that I cannot solve, Lord Prophet."

Princess Calia Menethil is as beautiful as the last time she met Black, and is even a bit thinner. By human standards, she already belongs to the top-notch appearance category.

After all, she is a woman who can be valued by Deathwing, so there is absolutely no need to question her appearance.

You can question the Destroyer's mind, but you can't question its aesthetics.

However, Princess Caliya's mental state is not very good because she has been under too much pressure for a long time, and she always feels depressed.

But this gave her already outstanding temperament a melancholy "sick beauty" feeling.

She remembered Master Fa'ao's instructions and decided not to keep any doubts in her heart in front of this alien prophet. She let out a sigh of relief and looked at Velen's kind and wise eyes.

she says:

"The first thing is about my country... My brother was originally the successor of this country, but his fate suffered waves and shocks, so I had to stand in front of the stage.

Just the other day, I had a long conversation with my father and my brother.

He made it clear that he refused the throne of Menethil and was not even willing to accept the title of dukedom given by his father. He said that he wanted to become something greater than the king.

He said that a king will only fight for his own people, but he will fight for all mankind and even the world.

I admire my brother, but I cannot have confidence in myself as the heir to the country. I don't know if I can shoulder the hope of this country, and my father is getting older."

"Well, many of the heirs of civilization have this kind of self-doubt."

Viren stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"But if you can face your own self-doubt, you are much better than most people. You know where the problem is and you are trying your best to solve it.
To be continued...