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Jaina Prodmore stood in the hall of the throne, observing the gathering of nobles, politicians and other ethnic delegations. She couldn't help but think of the last time she had such a meeting in Theramore.

The hall of Storm Fortress is very large, but these attendees occupy all the space in the hall.

As the ruler of Theramo Island, Gianna was also invited to participate in this important meeting. As the Dark Gate was reopened and Stormwind was pushed to the brink of more dangerous, many people came here to seek guidance from Varian to see how he planned to deal with the crisis.

Sylvanas stood beside the female mage, glanced at the crowd with her sharp eyes like a hunter, hoping to find a familiar face besides Jaina. Disappointed that today the leaders of delegations of various races are no longer leaders of the camp, they are all representatives formulated by their respective leaders.

At such an important moment, Magni, Mekatok, and Tyrande did not arrive at the scene, which was really surprising. Sylvanas had experienced Varian's personality. If he knew about this, would he be furious?

"Silvanas, look there!"

The female elf looked at it and couldn't help but take a breath. Following the guidance of Jaina's voice, Sylvanas saw a tall and strange figure in the crowd and among the Night Elf delegation. No matter when, the figure was so unique, he almost pulled out his weapon, but the female elf reached out and remembered that the weapon had been confiscated when she entered the Storm Fortress.

"Demon!" Sylvanas looked at the guy and said viciously.

"No." Jaina covered her mouth, raised her head slightly, and whispered: "That's not a demon, that's a new race discovered by the night elves, and it's probably also a new ally of the alliance, Draenei!"

"Draini?" Sylvanas repeated the name, and she once again carefully observed the Draini man. He did look like Ereda of the Burning Legion, making Sylvanas wonder if the two would have any connection. Secondly, Draini was covered with heavy plate armor with purple gems, his black hair showed youth, and the tentacles on his jaw made him look very old.

Sylvanas became more and more curious about what kind of guy this was.

Soon, the female ranger noticed an item on the waist of the Draenei man.

"Book?" she said.

A thick book with leather buckles.

"Paladin?" Jaina spoke first before her.

Both of them were surprised that this Delaney, who was seventy-sixth-sixth-same-demon, turned out to be a Paladin!

"When I was very young, I had a friend who was a hero who participated in the Second War. I had pestered that friend to tell me the story of how Turayan defeated Orgrim with the Holy Light. He told me that Turayan believed that the Holy Light would only favor the people of Azeroth, and that the orcs did not belong to Azeroth, so they were not accepted by the Holy Light."

"I'm afraid Turayan will be disappointed." Sylvanas replied subconsciously: "Now the orcs have gained a foothold in Azeroth, and..." The female elf stared at Draenei, "A Paladin outside the Azeroth world has appeared."

"Anyway, the Paladin won't hurt people easily, right?"

Sylvanas wanted to use the Blood Crusader to refute Jaina, but such an occasion was not suitable.

These people at Storm Fortress have been waiting for a long time, but the person who should have appeared in the center of power in the Storm Kingdom and the famous Lion Throne did not appear.

Sylvanas looked at the lions decorated on both sides of the throne, each of which was so alert and mighty, as if he was ready to fight for the kingdom at any time. Looking at these noisy crowds, occasionally a few people who noticed the throne of the lion were just considering how much gold it would take to create such a masterpiece.

Rangers usually have an enviable insight, and once the atmosphere is abnormal, you can feel it. Just like now, fear and depression linger on the heads of the nobles of Stormwind City. Sylvanas quickly found the source of uneasiness in the crowd. It was a man as thick as a bear, with a slightly red face written on his face, and a group of nobles and representatives surrounded him. Apparently he created a tense atmosphere here, which in turn affected everyone in the room.

"Who is that guy?"

"Duke Greg Lescova of the Royal Library of Stormwind City." Gianna said reluctantly, "The noble had already begun to speak without any restraint. A distance of ten yards, both of them could hear King Varian's name being mentioned again and again, in the tone, as if the name was as good as poison. "A complete nobleman is very powerful."

"You can see." Sylvanas nodded. After listening carefully, some of the man's evaluation of Varian was considered pertinent. The King of Stormwind was indeed difficult to get along with, and his violent personality made him no different from his attitude towards friends and enemies. But the Baron's other views made the female elves a little annoyed. He advocated that history might repeat itself again, and a tribe would emerge after the Dark Gate, and then strait Stormwind, but Varian did nothing about it.

"This is simply alarmist." Jaina blamed, "I heard from the members of the tribe that Draenor has no more orcs."

"But the threat still forces this kingdom, Jaina." Sylvanas pointed out behind her, "Whether there is or not, the gates of darkness are an indelible shadow for the humans living here."

"You're right, Sylvanas." Jaina sighed, but she soon felt angry again. The Duke, who was boasting about disaster just now, glanced at a plump female politician present. He was looking up and down at the other party's whole body. The Duke's silk and fur were very luxurious, but his lustful eyes easily betrayed his elegant outfit.

Before the Duke could stop his mouth, he briefly lost himself in beauty and raised a waving hand and continued: "Yes, the gate of darkness will hurt everyone, the rich, the merchants and us. But why did things go to this point? What did our king do? The taxes are imposed, so that the treasury has more and more money, but the money we should get every month is getting less and less."

Sylvanas opened her eyes wide, and she saw Jaina's expressionless face, which was unpredictable. After thinking for a while, the female elf asked: "Is it that Varian has decided to send troops to the curse land, and these nobles..."

"They are blocking it." Jaina affirmed Sylvanas's thoughts, adding: "And not only that, I suspect Varian is even going to make a more crazy decision, his decision to worry these people."

The more crazy decision, the Ranger was puzzled, what was it?

An elderly but still strong nobleman walked through the crowd, shook his silver-haired head in frustration, echoing Lescova: "We are tired of alliance warfare, which exhausts our money and blood, and reckless adventures and personal vendettas will only ruin opportunities for peace and prosperity!"

Hearing this, Sylvanas covered his mouth and sneered, "I thought the nobles were worried about Varian's inaction about what happened in the curse land, and now it seems that they hope that the king can not suffer, and that the king can satisfy their material greed."

"They do nothing, it's really..."

Is the borer? Sylvanas raised an eyebrow, and Jaina didn't finish speaking. She raised her hand and made a quiet gesture, seeing what she saw to make her do.

"No one can benefit from endless wars, I think Varian should consider the interests of the vast majority of people, and the true duty of the king is..."

"What is it?" A low and majestic voice sounded behind the Baron. Everyone turned around and looked at King Urien standing at the door. Their whispers disappeared without a trace when Varian spoke. "Please, Duke Lescova. Tell me, and let everyone hear what the king's duty is!" Varian looked like a torch, staring straight into the Baron's eyes. Lescova couldn't help but take a step back cowardly.
Chapter completed!