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"My Majesty," Lescova bowed. "I am just having a pleasant debate with your loyal followers."

Varian walked straight towards the Duke and stopped until he was about to hit him. The two stood almost face to face, the king spoke in a low voice, but his majesty was fully revealed.

"When you were huddling in the villa to count money, I had rescued my son from the dragon's den." Varian looked around the others present to see if anyone dared to challenge his authority. "When I won again and again in the arena, many of you are still discussing how to get more power from my son!"

The nobles began to sit and stood up and didn't dare to show off.

Varian turned to Lescova and said, "So, what exactly did you discuss in the so-called pleasant debate?"

Deadly silent.

The wrath of the ghost wolf burned in Varian's eyes, like embers behind the flames, driving away the shadows in the darkness.

No one said anything more at this time. The nobles lowered their heads like children who had made mistakes, but Varian had no intention of stopping.

"Some people say I am a beast. Maybe I am really. Who among you would like to see Logosh's anger? And who would like to carve the same scar as me!"

After Varian vented his anger, he looked around and saw that in addition to the nobles of Stormwind, there were also representatives of dwarfs and representatives of Cardore. Of course, he also saw Jaina and the two most special existences in the hall, Sylvanas and the Draenei. When he saw Sylvanas, there was no rage in his eyes, but he focused more on the outsider.

He returned to the throne and ordered the nobles to retreat.

The terrified crowd dissipated with fear of the future and the human leader. The rest looked at Varian with concern.

"Come on, outsider." Varian's voice echoed around him. He ignored the existence of the night elves and directly ordered the Draenei, who was taller than him.

The Draenei looked at each other with his companions of the night elves beside him, and the other nodded, and he took a step to approach Varian's throne. Then he clasped his fists and bowed his head to salute - this was their way of paying tribute.

"Your name and your purpose in coming to Stormwind." Varian held one hand on the side of the throne, waiting for the Delaneys' answer.

Seeing this scene, Kadore representative walked up. Sylvanas suddenly cared about this elf. Before, she was all her attention on the Draenei, and ignored another existence. Kadore also looked like a ranger. Her hair was dark blue and her eyes were red in color.

She walked to the Draenei and translated Varian's words to the Draenei in a language that no one had heard before. Then, the Draenei nodded several times and spoke to Varian in the same language.

"Please allow me to convey his meaning, Your Majesty, Draenei's friend is not familiar with our language yet."

"Tell me, General Sandys."

Shantis Yuyue coughed and said, "Dear Your Majesty, my name is Marrad, the garrison officer of Delaney, the special envoy of the Prophet Viren. The Delaney people came to Stormwind at the invitation of Cardore's friend, hoping to get your recognition and join the league."

"As soon as your spaceship arrived in Azeroth..." Varian said, Santis translating for Marrad in order to save time. "The Alliance has noticed you. You really surprised me, Marrad. I can feel the power of the Holy Light in you. There are not many Paladins in the Alliance. But what I want to know is, why do you want to join the Alliance? Or do you have any enemies and need the help of the Alliance in urgent need of the Alliance?"

After hearing this, Marrad's tone suddenly increased a lot. He hammered his chest and said passionately. Sylvanas frowned after noticing that Santis had heard him.

"Draini means 'exile' in our language, Your Majesty. Our world is occupied by the Burning Legion, and the Legion has not stopped chasing the Draini people." Santis paused and took a deep breath. "We have escaped for many centuries and have also established a brilliant civilization in the world of orcs. Then the orcs destroyed our cities and slaughtered our people..."

Varian stood up suddenly and stared at Marrad. Not only him, but even Gianna and Sylvanas were stunned by the words. Theramore's ruler looked at Varian with concern. Stormwind had experienced a similar fate. Whenever someone mentioned it, the primitive anger would surge into the king's heart. But now Varian had no anger in his eyes, only sympathy. He saw himself, and he also left his hometown with Lothar and received the help of King Terenas.

The situation is so similar to that many years ago.

Sandys had not finished speaking, and this time he still used Marlad's tone, "We did not come with hatred, nor did we think about making the orcs pay their blood. We only hope to build our own home in this world. Of course, we will also protect this world. The long-term exile life has exhausted us and we are tired of escaping. The Night Elf friend told us a lot of information about the alliance, especially the glorious deeds of your victory over the Burning Legion. The Prophet Veren was very shocked by this. He firmly believed that the fate of the Draenei people would turn around because of the alliance."

"Your prophets are wise." Varian walked to Marrad. "The alliance also urgently needed new allies, but the matter of joining the alliance needs to be finalized after I personally meet your leaders. No matter what..." The king returned to the throne, turned around and said the last seven words, "The alliance welcomed Draenei."

When the news came out of the King of Stormwind, Mardela and Santis laughed at the same time. Even without translation, the Paladin understood the meaning.

Varian nodded and sat back on the throne. After Marrad stepped down, he focused on the other side. Sylvanas instantly felt an invisible oppression.

"Gianna, do you have anything to say with your elf friend?"

"We are here to show our attitude." Jaina Prodmore stepped forward and bowed to Varian. "Theramore has known the abnormality of the Curse Land, and no matter what decision the league makes, theramore will definitely support it."

Varian looked at the female mage and many uncertain thoughts surged in his mind. He wondered if Jaina had made the same promise to the tribe, or if the female mage came here to make the Alliance and the tribe face the threat of the Curse Land together.

"I just want to know what the tribe is going to do."

As the king talked to the mage, Sandys explained the conversation between the two for Marlad. When Varian mentioned the tribe, the paladin's face immediately showed anger with hatred.

"You must have talked to Thrall."

Jaina sighed, her heartbeats and her face pale, but Varian's eyes were still forcing her to answer the question.

"The tribe's army will arrive in a week at Gromgo Camp in Stranglethorn Valley, a huge army, and they will open the doors of darkness. The tribe chief Thrall may even go to the battlefield in person."

The hall was shocked by the high tone. Sylvanas patted Jaina's shoulder from behind and signaled the female wizard to hand it over to her. Although she didn't think she could do anything, she still spoke for Jaina: "Do you have any questions, Your Majesty the King?"

No one could ever ask Varian this question. The idea came to mind both Santis and Gianna, as well as everyone present who knew Varian.

The king's face became serious, and after a while, he forced his head to show his acceptance.

"Theramore's support is important, but it requires practical action." The person sitting on the throne said the last time.

As Jaina and Sylvanas were about to leave, Varian asked the last question: "Tell me, Jaina, you can guarantee that the army that the tribes travel to the Stranglethorn Valley is used to target the Curse Land, right?"
Chapter completed!