Theramore, Kalecgos and Jaina were eating delicious beef hot pot.
In Jaina's eyes, Kalecgos became more and more attractive, and Jaina even resented why she could marry Kalecgos without being a dragon, and they could live together.
Kalecgos, who was eating beef seriously and not smiling at all, suddenly laughed out loud for no reason. It seemed that something happy had happened. Jaina tilted her head and looked at him strangely.
Kalecgos shrugged and said easily: "I am going to become the Blue Dragon King."
Jaina nodded, her eyes blazing: "Yes, with the support of Wrathion and Thrall, you will surely ascend to the throne of the Blue Dragon King."
Kalecgos smiled mysteriously: "I have changed my mind. I will use my own power to obtain the position of the Blue Dragon King, and I will pay any price for it."
A sweet smile appeared on the corner of Jaina's mouth. Gianna, who was in love, didn't know that she was one of the costs.
Krasarang Jungle, Alliance Lion Fortress.
The strong fortress made of huge rocks welcomed a special guest today.
King Varian sat in his master's seat and looked at Wrathion, the Adventer.
Wrathion's face was easy-going and showed no dignity at all, which made Varian feel relieved a little.
"The Alliance is ready for battle."
Varian said loudly:
"If Garrosh attacks the Eternal Isle, the Alliance's navy will attack the Horde's troop transport ship from behind. In a naval battle, human soldiers will have an absolute advantage."
In order to dispel Wrathion's concerns, Varian added: "The Kingdom of Kul Tiras is willing to provide support secretly. They have rich experience in maritime warfare and have defeated the Horde more than once."
Wrathion raised his eyebrows, tasting the snacks in front of him, and shook his head in disappointment: "King Varian, I believe you already know what happened at Suzaku Temple?"
Varian's face darkened: "Yes, Anduin turned the tide and shattered the Holy Bell. Unfortunately, his whereabouts are unknown."
Wrathion picked up another piece of pastry and put it into his mouth, tasted it carefully, shook his head and said, "The ingredients are high-grade, and the quality is good, but it's too flashy. The pastry chef's skills are very poor."
"What?" Varian was confused.
Wrathion raised his head and chuckled:
"Your Majesty the King, once the Holy Bell is destroyed, the tribe will not be able to create Ransha soldiers. For the sake of own safety, Garrosh is no longer in Pandaria and secretly fled back to Orgrimmar."
Varian asked doubtfully: "Is this true?"
Wrathion didn’t explain much. Some things just need investigation:
"Now there are 100,000 orcs in Pandaria. At a time when people are panicking, why don't His Majesty the King send out the navy to destroy the tribe's ships, trap them in Pandaria, and then take advantage of the emptiness behind the tribe to directly send troops to Orgrimmar?
Remove Garrosh from his throne."
The muscles on Varian's face trembled slightly, and there was a gloomy look between his brows, and he fell silent.
Wrathion asked seriously:
"Your Majesty the King, have you forgotten the hatred between the country and the family? Who slaughtered Stormwind City and who killed your father? I heard that the murderer is still living a happy life. Killing a king has become her show off.
Treat the root cause, and there is nothing you can do about her."
Varian slowly raised his head and said seriously: "I can't do that."
Wrathion stood up and said coldly:
"Are you afraid? You are afraid of the darkness hidden behind the scenes. You dare not face the real fear. You just want to maintain the status quo and enjoy the luxurious imperial life."
Varian was struck by what he said, and his hands couldn't help trembling, but he remained silent.
Wrathion said as he walked:
"There are many forces in Azeroth who are willing to fight against the darkness, such as the mysterious Mogu tribe. If you agree, I will help you connect them, and mankind will get the advanced Titan technology of the Mogu tribe, which is beyond your imagination.
Your knowledge, technology, and combat effectiveness will be a thousand or ten thousand times greater than what you have now, and you will achieve great achievements, far surpassing Thoradin the Great."
Varian lowered his head and said feebly: "You are tempting me. You should understand that the inheritance of the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind depends on the guardian Medivh."
Wrathion smiled faintly: "You must have heard of the Soulclaw sect of the Mogu tribe. If Medivh is your only concern, his head will soon be placed in front of you."
Varian looked at Wrathion in surprise: "Who are you?"
"It seems that your biggest enemy is not Medivh, but the cowardice in your bones." Wrathion shook his head with some disappointment, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, but then gave up.
"Your Majesty the King, maybe you don't know that you are not the only choice. Garrosh, the chief of the tribe, is also under my consideration. If I can unite the power of Azeroth to fight against the darkness behind the scenes, I do not recommend it.
There is a tyrant on the throne."
Varian looked at Wrathion blankly: "How is it possible that you want to cooperate with Garrosh?"
According to intelligence from MI7, Wrathion the Advent supports Thrall, and has an incompatible relationship with Garrosh. There is absolutely no possibility of cooperation between the two parties.
Wrathion said to himself: "Your Majesty, if you refuse, Garrosh is the most suitable choice."
Varian waved his arms angrily: "You can't tempt me. Even if the Kingdom of Stormwind is destroyed, even if humanity is extinct, I will never agree to it. I refuse."
Wrathion murmured to himself: "A stupid king will eventually destroy the entire ethnic group, just like the tauren chief in ancient times. Varian, I already know your answer. When you are killed by Garru
Don’t regret it even when it’s torn into pieces.”
Having said that, Wrathion would not leave without even thinking about it.
Not everyone has the courage.
Sex, sex, and extravagance are the most destructive of people's will, but compared to the superior power, these are nothing. Royal power is the culprit that makes people sink.
Varian sat blankly on the throne, his shoulders couldn't help trembling, and he slowly raised his head to look at the sky. He was so cowardly that he was unable to fight against that terrifying existence, and he didn't even dare to think about it.
Exodar, Throne of the Naaru.
Prophet Velen ended his meditation and felt something strange about the Naaru on the throne. The light of Naaru Volos had always been stable and had not changed for thousands of years, but now it was a little unstable.
The light of the Naaru represents their emotions. There are not many things that can affect the mood of the Naaru. Velen asked curiously: "Dear Volos, what makes you so irritable?"
Volos made a buzzing sound and asked: "Velen, how did you teach Anduin?"
Anduin has been learning the way of the Holy Light beside the throne of the Naaru, which means he is completely under the surveillance of the Naaru.
Velen guessed that Anduin's understanding was too poor and he consumed too much Holy Light, which made the Naaru angry, so he defended:
"Anduin is a good boy. Although he is lazy by nature and lacks understanding of the Holy Light, he has a good heart and is sincere in his treatment of others. This makes me very happy."
Volos said dissatisfied: "Velen, you have lived for tens of thousands of years. Even if you are a piece of wood, you should be enlightened, but you were deceived by Anduin. You have disappointed me so much."
Viren was stunned, not knowing what happened, and looked at Volos in confusion.
Volos snorted: "Pandaria, Suzaku Temple, Anduin cast the forbidden guardian angel, you know what this means to Naaru."