At the gate of Stormwind City, Duke Bolvar looked at Varian sadly.
He is older than Varian, like an older brother, and has been watching Varian grow up.
He is the regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind and the mentor of King Varian. Bolvar, who is familiar with history, knows very well that the regent is not a likable role.
The process of a king's maturity requires the assistance of experienced seniors, and when a king is truly capable of presiding over government affairs, the first person he kicks away is often his mentor.
It ranges from being ruined and ruined to being killed by the whole family. There are many such examples in history.
In fact, Bolvar has his own territory and can live a leisurely life like other lords. He does not need to pay attention to His Majesty the King and only needs to manage his own territory.
But Duke Bolvar knew that in such troubled times, someone must stand up. If no one guides him, an inexperienced king may bring catastrophe like extinction to the entire human race.
He envied Sir Lothar very much. As the only descendant of the Arathi bloodline, the Lothar family was the most qualified to become the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Unfortunately, because he offended the guardian Aegwynn, it was no longer possible to inherit this position.
After Sir Lothar defeated the orcs, he had to die in the last battle. This was his fate.
Sir Lothar knew very well what would happen to a highly accomplished regent, and so did Duke Bolvar, so he secretly sent his daughter to the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, hoping that in the worst case scenario,
It can preserve a trace of blood for the family.
"Your Majesty the King, I can understand you. Many kings have difficulty making the right choice between their own glory and the interests of the kingdom. You want to be a great king and you want to gain great strength. There is nothing wrong with that."
"but......."
Duke Bolvar's eyes became sharp. He was desperate. He would rather offend His Majesty the King or bear the name of disloyalty. He pointed at the majestic Stormwind City and the tall spiers and said bluntly:
"The glory formed by the blood of countless ancestors will soon be easily destroyed in your hands. Varian, maybe you will become a great king in the future. But now you are no match for Thrall. Your political wisdom is better than that of Thrall."
It's too different. This is not a fair game. You can die, you can be torn into pieces and eaten by the orcs, but these soldiers are innocent. Please pity them. There is no need for them to give away for nothing because of your stupidity.
Lose your life."
The Duke of Beauval was merciless. He knew what would happen if he offended a king, but he no longer cared.
The most valuable thing about a person is self-awareness, but unfortunately Varian does not have this.
Varian's face quickly darkened, and his stubbornness and pride cast a gray shadow on his face. He looked at Duke Bolvar with disappointment and smiled sarcastically:
"Bovar, my friend, I thought you could understand me, but now it seems that you are just as vulgar as a mortal. Back off, Your Excellency, when I return successfully, you will know how powerful you are.
Stupid, if you want to die here like a warrior, I will help you, even though it is meaningless."
Bolvar closed his eyes. He knew that he had failed, but he could not die here easily. He still had many things to do for this country.
The Duke stood quietly at the city gate, like a statue, while groups of soldiers passed by him.
At this moment, the Grand Duke of Stormwind City looked so helpless. When the last soldier disappeared, Bolvar opened his eyes, his eyes full of sad tears. He looked at the white clouds in the sky, holding back the tears.
.
General Marcus Jonathan, commander of the Stormwind City Defense Force, came to the Duke and whispered:
"Your Majesty the Duke, you should have confidence in our king. He will definitely return victoriously."
Bolvar shook his head and said sadly:
"I'm not sad for the king, I'm crying for these innocent soldiers. I saw a team leave the city and never come back, the elderly parents didn't wait for the return of their sons, the newlywed wives lost their husbands,
They don't even get pensions, how many more such meaningless sacrifices will be made in Stormwind Kingdom."
From this moment on, between King Varian and the Kingdom of Stormwind, Duke Bolvar chose the latter.
Varian's team shuffled through Elwynn Forest and passed by the gnoll territory.
A group of Jackals were hiding in the dark, watching Varian's team. Facing the momentum of the human army, especially the groups of mighty cavalry, both men and horses were covered in thick armor. Many Jackals were exposed.
An envious look.
Only Hogg, the leader of the gnolls, was different from the others. He narrowed his small eyes and carefully observed King Varian's expression, showing a thoughtful expression.
A clever jackal man came up and said flatteringly: "My lord, one day, you can take my place."
Hogg slapped down the jackal who was approaching him and said angrily: "Asshole, are you cursing me to die?"
"Go to hell, what do you mean? Your Majesty, spare your life, I don't mean that." The jackal man was a little confused and defended innocently. He rolled his eyes and flattered again: "Great King, I am so ignorant, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Give us some guidance."
Hogg showed off his sharp fangs, feeling quite proud, shaking his head and saying:
"Have you seen this team? It clearly has the aura of death. Don't ask me how I saw it. The truth is actually very simple. Just like the war between us and the kobolds, why can the kobolds always fail to defeat us? Because
We jackals are smart. When our troops are at a disadvantage, we
We will tell the kobolds that the gnolls need peace. When we are at an advantage, we will say that this is a cruel war. Sometimes when we conflict with the murlocs, the kobolds will sacrifice their lives for us as long as we fool them. Now
Varian is a kobold, how can he not lose?"
After hearing this, the gnolls around him all admired Hogg very much. Hogg became the leader of the gnolls in Elwynn Forest not only because he was taller than the average gnoll, but also because of his outstanding mind.
One of the gnolls asked: "My lord, are you going to join the tribe?"
Hogg slapped him hard again, knocked him to the ground, and said proudly:
"Although I, Hogg, am a ferocious jackal, I also understand the justice of my family and my country. I can throw away anything, but the only thing I can't throw away is my own conscience."
At Jerrod's Landing in Elwynn Forest, Varian's team made some preparations here, preparing to cross the river in one go.
At this moment, the fishman Old Blind Eye was playing in the river with his two lieutenants. Suddenly he saw the team on the shore. Old Blind Eye asked the lieutenant beside him in surprise: "I smell the scent of a large group of humans, who is over there?"
Adjutant Slark replied: "Boss, it's King Varian and his private army. It looks like they are going to the Dusk Forest."
"Varian is really going to Vogul Ogre Mountain." The old blind man scratched his head, a little unbelievable: "Hell, he actually wants to save Thrall. I will never allow this to happen. Take me there, I will
Speak with King Varian."
Another adjutant, Brack, said: "Boss, we are wanted criminals. If we are caught by humans, we will be made into fish soup."
The old blind man looked solemnly and said seriously:
"Listen, if the Alliance wins, at most we wanted criminals will be made into fish soup. If Thrall's tribe wins, all the murlocs in Azeroth will be eaten by orcs. For the murlocs of Azeroth,
In the future, I, the old blind man, must also stand up, not to mention that I, the old blind man, have been traversing the rivers and lakes for decades, and it is not that easy to catch me."
On the river at Jerrod Pier, the old blind figure slowly appeared.
"I am the old blind man, and I want to talk to King Varian." The old blind man stepped on a branch, rising and falling in the clear river water, erratic. (To be continued)