Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty: The Sword of the King Salamene I
"What, King Varian is fake?"
Jaina was so angry that she almost exploded. She waved her arms angrily, her eyes filled with tears of grievance:
"It's too much. I suffered so much injustice in Stormwind City and worked so hard. How can it be easy for me? It turned out to be a fake Varian. It must be the trick of the Black Dragon Princess. I will never do it.
Let her go."
"Be cautious, Jaina. I have told you long ago that you should be calm when things happen. Even if a magic storm sweeps through Theramore and destroys everything here, you must remain calm. There is nothing to fear."
Aegwynn's face was expressionless, like a piece of thousand-year-old ice, and he whispered:
"The first time I saw Varian, I knew he was a fake. He did not have the aura of Karazhan. All children who grow up in Karazhan will be affected by evil energy and shadow, which will mark them for life.
brand."
"What should we do?" Jaina was a little helpless, and suddenly said fiercely: "A fake king, what's the use of him, why not just kill him! The peace talks between the Alliance and the Horde can only be postponed, no, Lich
King Arthas may wake up at any time, and he won't let me go. I don't have much time left."
Jaina's lack of composure made Aegwynn a little disappointed, and her voice became sharp: "Jaina, remember, don't always think about fighting and killing. I have encountered demons that are much stronger than me, but they all died.
Now, the head has become my collection. The most powerful thing in this world is always wisdom, and mana is only a supporting role."
Jaina nodded slowly. She felt depressed and desperate, and could only rely on Aegwynn's wisdom. The former guardian did not disappoint her, and Aegwynn's eyes shone with the light of wisdom:
"What we need is peace talks between the Alliance and the Horde. As for whether this Varian is real or not, it doesn't matter. When we take the initiative, the real can become fake, and the fake can also become real.
"
After hearing this, Jaina's expression softened slightly:
"You mean, we continue to reach peace talks between the Alliance and the Horde?"
Aegwynn nodded and looked at Jaina with sharp eyes:
"Thall is a complete idiot and a domineering careerist. Don't tell him that King Varian is actually a fake. This will cause unnecessary trouble. Those who want to cause trouble must grasp the key factors. This peace negotiation is truly
It was not Thrall, nor the fake King Varian, who played the decisive role."
After hearing this, Jaina's eyes widened, she pondered for a long time, and asked inexplicably: "Then who is it?"
"It's the guard beside the fake King Varian, the young man wearing thick armor."
Aegwynn showed a cautious look, and a pair of deep eyes seemed to see through everything: "Jaina, do you still remember the young man of unknown origin next to Arthas, the second-in-command of the Scourge, and Mount Hyjal?
The one who made us fail.
"Robbie Capol."
Jaina took a breath of cold air. She woke up suddenly and said with a trembling voice: "It turns out to be him. No wonder he has such a powerful power of holy light. I should have thought of it a long time ago."
Aegwynn sighed and frowned deeply: "So far, we don't know how he defeated Archimonde. This man is too dangerous. We can only choose to outwit him, but not be able to defeat him. I am already with him."
There are seeds of darkness left in his heart, a means of demagoguery, and if he is wise, he will definitely be on our side."
Jaina shook her head and asked uncomfortably: "It's just like what you told me."
Aegwynn grinned, his eyes shining with a strange light:
"People will always change, gradually becoming smoother and more mature. I once had many ideas, those great, unrealistic fantasies, such as annihilating the ancient gods and the Burning Legion, and defeating the Lord of the Void. But cruel
Reality will always easily crush beautiful ideals, and only the pure pursuit of strength will remain. I believe he will walk on the same path as me. When faced with real despair, this is the only road to salvation."
"Okay!" Jaina said slightly unhappily: "Until now, I have been doubting how much of your words are true. Of course I accept your point of view, but I can't completely believe your story."
"You should believe it, Jaina." Aegwynn smiled mysteriously:
"Child, my experience and experience will save you a lot of detours. The Burning Legion you saw is just the tip of the iceberg. You can't come into contact with the Legion's main faction unless they think you are qualified. I am the main and...
After serving for a lifetime, the main war faction once again gained the upper hand, and all the efforts were in vain. Neither Archimonde nor Kil'jaeden would accept me, so I could only give birth to a descendant, Medivh, and let him become Arch.
Pupils of Mondstadt.”
"Of course, we cannot predict which faction will have the upper hand in the future, so I plan to train someone, preferably in the name of peace, to be accepted by the Lord Peace faction, so that no matter what, we are all winners. I hope that person is you
, Jaina, you must promote peace between the Alliance and the Horde this time, and let the Lord Harmony faction see your determination and ability."
Jaina felt the former guardian's trust in her and a heavy sense of responsibility. Her face was filled with excitement: "I will definitely live up to your expectations and fulfill your ideal."
"Very good." Aegwin said with a satisfied smile:
"Our conversation must be kept secret, so I turned on the mana storm in the Mage Tower so that no one can eavesdrop. Listen, this is my plan. I have prepared everything on Okaz Island.
.Almost no one knows that this island was once my secret laboratory, a huge magic altar that has been installed for decades. As long as you set foot on this island, no one can escape my control. Life and death are only in my thoughts.
It’s a good place for peace talks.”
"As you wish, great guardian." Jaina chuckled.
Early the next morning, Subject No. 5 woke up from a hangover with a splitting headache and a burning thirst.
When he saw Robbie standing at the head of the bed, he was startled and quickly got up.
"Why are you here? Oh, hell, I was drunk by Jaina last night. What did I do? Did I say a lot of embarrassing things? Damn it, I have embarrassed Stormwind City."
Robbie hesitated for a moment, deliberately lied, and said: "Gianna rejected your three hundred and ninety-five marriage proposals and made you kneel down and act like a dog in public. Do you want to take revenge on her?"
"This damn bitch?"
Subject No. 5 cursed Gianna and asked curiously: "Do you have any good ideas?"
Robbie pretended to be mysterious and said: "Listen, no matter what Gianna asks you to do, don't agree. I have obtained the information. No matter how you embarrass Gianna, she will deliberately please you. Of course, you want to marry her.
No way, if you remember, King Varian has a very fine sword."
"Thelamene!" Experimental Subject No. 5's eyes radiated with excitement.
Thelamene, the sword of the high elves, was originally given to King Varian by Jaina according to historical records. Later, King Varian relied on this sword to kill the Black Dragon Princess. It is worthy of the noble status of the leader of the alliance.
The sword is of course not an ordinary thing.
Not long after, Jaina sent someone to invite Experimental Subject No. 5 to lunch. Jaina's face was filled with a smile and she said:
"Your Majesty the King, the location for negotiation has been prepared. It is on Orkaz Island. Thrall is waiting for your visit at any time."
"I am Varian, but I am also Lagash." Experimental Subject No. 5 asked angrily: "Ms. Jaina, where is my power of the Wolf God? You promised me." (To be continued)