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"I don't have much time," said King Varian Wrien. His originally angular outline became blurred as he stepped into the dark corridor of the fortress garden. "There are still many things to deal with." The Wolf of Ghost raised a hand to stop the entourage, and he would be back soon, no matter what the female elf said.

He stretched out his hand and touched the cold stone walls in the corridor. The complex structure of the Storm Fortress and the rows of towers spread out, which was the most prominent symbol of power in the kingdom. Compared with the adjacent dwarf district... the king's perspective could not help but turn to that place: large tracts of houses were built on stone-paved streets, as well as shops, factories, and chimneys with storm gas; the dwarfs were always full of prospects, and the inhabitants of this race had unlimited potential.

Of course, Varian noticed that the main reason for the dwarf area was not to compare them with Storm Fortress, but because he knew that what Sylvanas said in a while might be related to what the dwarf king Magni Bronzebeard told him not long ago: the earth was crying, and the elements of Azeroth were panicked.

Varian didn't know what this sentence meant, but he knew that there was no enemy worthy of warning than a tribe. He thought, while walking through the Throne Hall. The last few rays of light during the day whizzed past the dark gray sky.

"The embassy has arranged your residence for you, two ladies. I think after the interview with the king, you need to rest for a night before considering returning to your respective territories." Talbert said, suddenly feeling something. He turned around in awe, and then saw the person standing at the door of the conference hall that made him awe. "His Majesty the King!" The consultant was solemn.

Varian nodded to him softly. "Happy wedding, consultant, you should be with your partner at home."

"My position needs me, your majesty." Talbert replied.

"His Majesty the King." Jaina and Sylvanas stood up at the same time, but the latter did not pay tribute like she did.

"I know what you are here." Varian said straight to the point, "My time is precious, just say anything if you have anything to say." He couldn't help but look at Sylvanas, waiting for the female elf to speak.

The two looked at each other, and it was not until Jaina pulled the sleeves of the female elf that the solemn silence of the atmosphere was broken. Sylvanas began to tell everyone what Isera told herself and the scene she had seen with her own eyes.

Cataclysm! Everyone in the hall was confused by this novel vocabulary.

"Deathwings will destroy everything. In the Great Whirlpool, the whole world was trembling when I saw him rushing out." Sylvanas's concise words surprised Jaina. The female mage originally thought she would make a long speech, and at least it should explain what the first thing Deathwings should do after they appeared.

And immediately, Varian asked the same question. "So what should he do? Judging from his race, the dragon race should be the first to retaliate against him. Let those flying guys deal with him."

Sylvanas was about to scold Varian for saying such irresponsible words, and wanted to stay out of the situation when facing the powerful alliance, but adviser Talbert took the lead: "Please wait, your majesty. I remember that the dragon head that was publicly displayed in Stormwind City seemed to be the head of Nefarian, the son of Deathwing. If Ms. Sylvanas said it was true, then one day Deathwing will attack us."

This clever defense made Sylvanas look gratefully at Talbert, but Varian looked at the consultant beside him with some dissatisfaction.

"So you think you should send troops to destroy it?"

"No, of course not!" Talbert shook his head, "I suggest that Stormwind City should strengthen patrols and martial law. If Deathwing is about to appear, then those cultists who follow him will be ready to move. At this time, there will definitely be a large number of spies and spies."

“Doing this will only cause panic to the public.”

"But you are thinking about their safety," said Jaina.

The Ghost Wolf smiled at her suddenly, "I'm thinking about my son everywhere, but now he doesn't even want to see me."

Everyone fell into silence. Talbert felt that she had nothing to say. Jaina hoped that Sylvanas could provide some more evidence to make Varian pay attention to the so-called "catastrophe"; but the female elf felt a little regretful that she was coming here? Since the supreme leader of the alliance didn't care, what's the point of staying here and wasting time?

Now waiting for the king's final statement, Varian knew that Talbert was neutral among the three, and the other two would be disappointed with him. Not only them, but Magney had a quarrel with him not long ago. The abnormality described by the dwarf king may be the "catastrophe" mentioned by Sylvanas. They hope that Stormwind can warn the members of the alliance, but can't they see the enemy in front of them? Varian really wants to show them the alliance's recent military defense map so that they can take a good look at the tribe's actions. The alliance faces more than one threat than Death Wings.

"As a king, I have to consider the will of the people," Varian said, and then he gave an unpredictable answer. "I can't make the decision on martial law alone."

"So who can decide?" Sylvanas's aggressive voice scared Jaina and Talbert, both of whom had seen what an angry ghost wolf looked like, and it seemed that Varian would release that terrible anger in the next second.

"I need to talk to Archbishop Benedictus. He is the existence of the kingdom who knows the people best."

Sylvanas blinked and looked at Jaina in confusion, wanting to know who this person was from the female mage. In Stormwind, everyone except her might know this archbishop of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind, the highly respected leader of the Church of Holy Light. For many years, it was his wise guidance that made nature shine brightly in the dimest times. More importantly, he was also a disciple of Alonsus Fao.

"Your Majesty, the Archbishop seems to have disappeared recently. Some people complain that they have not heard of his trail for a long time. Do you need to investigate his whereabouts?"

"Benedictus is the spokesperson of the Holy Light." Varian's voice suddenly increased, and Talbert's suspicious words made him very angry. "Are you questioning him?"
Chapter completed!