The fate of the world revealed under the land of Silithus cannot be known by everyone, but the warning issued by the spirit of the world will eventually resound throughout the land, just as Muradin, the spokesperson with a mission, traveled through the stars and nights.
While Silithus rushed to the Land of Dispute, in the center of the Kalimdor continent, in the port of White Tower City on the coast of Thousand Needles, there was another person who followed the path of fate and came here.
The disguised Varian Wrynn was wearing a black cloak and carrying a suitcase. He was dressed like an ordinary businessman. He held his wife's wrist and walked down the dock from a goblin merchant ship.
Following the bustling crowd, they arrived outside the pier. At the entrance of the pier, a black carriage was parked there.
Varian looked around, then took Valeera in his arms and stepped into the inconspicuous carriage.
Varian and his wife were sitting on the seats of the carriage, and opposite him, Archbishop Chaldea Morgan, who looked sad, was looking at him.
"The situation is very bad, Your Majesty."
Chaldea was still wearing the black priest robe, looking solemn and simple. He was holding a Holy Light Book in his hand. On his waist, there was no longer the purple decorative dagger, replaced by an embellishment.
Cross wand with blue stone.
The archbishop held his Holy Light emblem. On his neck and wrists, the lines left by the light casting ceremony did not give the archbishop a strange feeling. On the contrary, those golden lines gave him a special temperament.
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He said to Varian:
"Our reforms have already made you a traitor in the eyes of the nobles, and now, the Pope's decision has pushed you to the forefront. They all believe that the Pope will use the power of divine power to help you ascend to the throne.
Go to the emperor's throne, so now, except for the Kingdom of Stormwind, the nobles in other kingdoms have smelled the fear of doomsday. The feeling of restlessness makes them crazy. I don't even dare to let you and the queen use the portal. God knows who will be quick.
What would a crazy noble do?"
"They should feel fear, Chaldea."
Facing the difficult situation in front of him, Varian said with disdain:
"The victory of the Federation and the improving situation of the Kingdom of Stormwind have proven that those who think highly of themselves are not indispensable "talents" for a country. They will be eliminated by the times, and the people are on our side!
months"
"I know what you want to say, Your Majesty."
Chaldea knocked on the carriage and asked the driver to start. As the carriage wheels collided with the ground, the archbishop whispered:
"I know that last month, another group of refugees from the Kingdom of Gilneas and the Kingdom of Lordaeron crossed the border and voluntarily became citizens of the Kingdom of Stormwind. I know that the people of the entire empire are watching us secretly, and they are also eager to be with us.
Like the people, they enjoy the rights and freedoms of a true human being, but with all due respect, Your Majesty, in the storm you are about to face, the support of the people is far less deadly than the dagger stabbed in the dark."
"It doesn't matter, my queen will protect me."
Varian smiled and held his wife's slender waist, while Valeela, the Elf Assassin Queen, shrugged. She didn't mind doing bad things, and it was for the man she loved. In the past two years, she had already
She personally cut the necks of many assassins who tried to harm Varian. For a true assassin master like her, the assassins hired by the nobles were simply too amateurish.
Especially after the Assassin League announced a year ago that it would no longer accept commissions to assassinate Varian, the quality of the assassins sent out has simply plummeted, and it is even a bit terrible.
"Don't worry, Chaldea!"
Varian patted his archbishop on the shoulder, a trace of stubbornness flashed in his black eyes, and he said:
"No matter what the reason for calling me here is, I will not be afraid! What those cowards can't get on the battlefield, they can't get it through conspiracy! As for the emperor's throne, frankly speaking, I don't care. ."
The gladiator king said calmly:
"Anyone can be the emperor, as long as he can resurrect the empire from the ashes. If they can do it, I am even willing to give up the position of king and give them Stormka, but besides me, there are others Respond to the Pope’s call?”
His Majesty Faao issued a summons to the kings a few days ago. This matter has been known to everyone. People in the empire have already had a premonition that the throne of the emperor, which has been vacant for many years, is about to usher in a new owner. , the entire empire became restless.
Faced with Varian's inquiry, the Archbishop of Chaldea shrugged his shoulders and said with some disappointment:
"No, you are the only one here."
This answer made Varian a little disappointed. It seemed that his friends who grew up together had their own ideas. He looked at Chaldea and said:
"Alsace, isn't he here too?"
"Well, I heard some gossip about His Majesty Alsace's absence."
Chaldea frowned and replied:
"It is said that His Majesty Arthas and Queen Jaina planned to come over, but the noble council of Lordaeron blocked their move. They claimed that once Arthas left Lordaeron, they would launch an impeachment against Arthas. Because Arthas and Jaina have a son, Lordaeron's inheritance rights are guaranteed, so according to Lordaeron's inheritance law, the nobles can indeed unite to try to depose the king."
"This is too stupid. There's no way they can succeed."
Valeera said disdainfully:
"Alsace is very popular in Lordaeron, and the lower nobles also support him. The big nobles are just humiliating themselves."
"Everyone knows they can't succeed, my queen."
Chaldea smiled bitterly and said:
"But they made this gesture just to stop Arthas. They realized that once the Pope makes a decision, whether it is from the perspective of faith or the brotherhood between Arthas and His Majesty Varian, His Majesty Arthas is likely to turn to Varian immediately, which is what the nobles do not want to see."
"They don't want Varian to become emperor. They are afraid that Varian will spread the reforms of Stormwind Kingdom to the entire empire. They are crazy. For this reason, they are even willing to launch a rebellion. And this is not a terrifying prophecy, my lord, Just yesterday, on the border of the Kingdom of Stromgard, the earls of two counties declared their independence from the rule of the Kingdom of Stromgard! Ms. Partrice rushed back to Dustwallow Swamp overnight, and His Majesty Garin was said to be very anxious. Already."
"A bunch of cancers!"
Varian waved his fists in the air, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his scarred eyes:
"The Dark Blade should have been let go from the beginning"
"Your Majesty! That's enough!"
Varian's hateful speech made Chaldea's complexion change drastically, and the Archbishop scolded:
"Just think about it in your heart, don't say it out loud! It's been so long, are you still not used to being a king?"
"Fu"
The Gladiator King of Stormwind Kingdom breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes and smiled at Chaldea:
"Okay, I'm just angry. I'll pay attention, Chaldea."
"Let's go, let's go see His Majesty Fa'ao, and let's give this respectable old man a ride."
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"This is wine produced by a winery outside New Stormwind City. Your Majesty, I specially brought it for you to try."
In the papal chamber of the Cathedral of Light, Varian was like meeting an elder. He was holding a beautifully decorated bottle of wine in his hand, without any pretense of a king. He put the blood-red wine exuding the fruity fragrance
The wine was poured into the glass, and then handed to the Pope who was lying on the bed with both hands. The old Fao seemed to be in very good spirits today. He held the wine glass with slightly trembling hands, and then took a sip.
Good wine.
Logically speaking, patients cannot drink alcohol. However, Faao Mian's current situation has probably reached the point where he can "eat something good", so there is no taboo.
His Majesty, like an ordinary old man, complained to Varian who was sitting beside his bed:
"Oh, this wine is so delicious. It reminds me of the afternoon drinks in Stratholme. But you don't know, little Varian, they haven't allowed me to eat this or that for a while, and they haven't allowed me to eat that.
What are you talking about that is harmful to your health? Holy light, look at me now, do I still care about my health? Seriously, can't they let an old man squander the last days of his life?"
His Majesty the Pope’s frank and frank words made the pure Dejek and Chaldean Archbishop standing aside look sad. Varian also reached out and patted the Pope on the shoulder. He seemed to be a real
Like a junior, he said sincerely:
"Don't be discouraged, you will get better. Ms. Tyrande will be here soon, and Ms. Moyana. My son Anduin may invite a Naaru to come over and take a look at your body.
You have to persevere, just like in your past life, so many hardships have not been able to knock you down, you are like steel, Mr. Alonsos! This country still needs you."
"Okay, okay, little Varian."
In the last few days of his life, Fa'ao's eyes became clear again, as if he had seen through the world. He said to Varian:
"Don't comfort me. I know my situation well. I have no regrets. Little Varian, I am not afraid of death. But the only thing that makes me regret is that I may no longer be able to see it with my own eyes.
Seeing that you are inheriting your adoptive father's legacy, you know why I asked you to come here, right?"
Hearing this, Varian nodded silently and said to Faol:
"Actually, on the way here, I wanted to tell you that it doesn't matter whoever becomes the emperor, but if it is in the name of Lothar, then I will say that if you want me to shoulder this heavy burden, then I will follow your instructions.
I hope to do it, I will not let down my adoptive father, and I will not let down your expectations."
"Well, very good."
Fao took another sip of wine, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Varian:
"Actually, I should have made up my mind as early as when you came back with Stromka. But at that time, many factors were affecting me. But fortunately, it's not too late now. Everything you did in the Kingdom of Stormwind, I
I saw it all in front of my eyes, the hope watered with blood was flourishing, and I saw a scene that was completely different from the past 2800 years."
"They will say that you are following the model of the Federation and turning the Empire into a part of the Federation. But those idiots don't even have the courage to make changes. They bury their heads in the sand one by one, but they have to pretend that they are
Very powerful.”
His Majesty shook his head:
"You made a change, you led the change, you found a way forward for this country, Varian, that's why I'm determined now, you have the courage that others don't have, you know, there's
Sometimes sacrifices must be made to do the right thing, and you don't abuse the power you have."
"In the past period of time, many people came to lobby me with many purposes. They used gorgeous rhetoric and language to try to influence my judgment, but I am just old and I am not blind."
"No matter how sincere your words are, they are only one ten thousandth of the value of actions."
The Pope stretched out his hand with a smile, and Dejek the Pure, who was on the side, immediately handed a scroll to the Pope's hand. The old man sat up, handed the scroll to Varian, and said:
"In the eyes of those people, power is power, standing high and looking down on the world."
"In your eyes, power means obligation and mission. You will not only become the emperor, you will also become a strong shield to protect the people, and you will also become the leader of the sheep. You must always be vigilant to not lead the sheep into hell.
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"I know you can do it. Lothar's will is burning in you, little Varian. This is also his wish!"
"Among Lothar's relics, there is a gift, a mission, and a blessing. Both the gift and the mission have been completed. Now only this blessing should be handed over to the real emperor. To be honest, I don't know this Luo Sa.
There is something sealed in the scroll left by Sa, but if you want to become the emperor, you must open it!"
Varian glanced at his wife, then at Chaldea. Finally, he stretched out his hand and took the scroll. Under the gaze of religious expectation, the gladiator king tore the scroll open.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, Varian's will left his body and went to a mysterious place.
His Majesty Fa'ao drank the wine in his hand in one gulp. He groaned happily, then turned his head and waved to the Archbishop of Chaldea who was standing aside. When Chaldea approached, His Majesty Fa'ao
He raised his holy staff with difficulty, which represented the authority of the pope. As Chaldea looked at him in surprise, Faol put the holy staff in his hand.
This old man who saw through the world said to Chaldea:
"I know that you have experienced darkness that ordinary people cannot imagine. You are not a good person, but you are not a bad person either."
"I chose you, Chaldea, because you have experienced darkness and you know how precious light is. I believe that under your leadership, the Holy Light Church and all our believers will no longer be captured by darkness.
You will become a person blessed by the Holy Light, you will become a perfect incarnation of the Holy Light, you will expound hope and crush despair."
"Promise me! You must do it!"
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Varian didn't know what was happening in the outside world. When he tore open the scroll, the soul spell engraved on it pulled his will into this land exuding cold darkness.
He even doubted whether his adoptive father Lothar had really been here before.
What is the secret in that scroll?
Here, where is it?
And just as Varian was surveying his surroundings, a familiar voice sounded in the darkness surging behind him, like a real old friend saying hello.
"Yo, Varian Wrynn"
The great lord holding two wine glasses strolled out of the darkness. Wherever he went, the darkness retreated respectfully, showing the true appearance of the dead world in front of the soul of this living creature.
He looked at Varian, raised the cup in his hand, and said:
"You came too late"
"It's about four years later than I expected."
"But it doesn't matter. It's better to be late than never. Want a drink?"
